all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost
The lilt of her laughter lingers in the air as that hulking beast of a dog was content to soak up all that attention and tasty morsels the woman had to offer. That pink haired woman seemed quite content to oblige the pup, but how that very near baffles the warlock who is a mere bystander watching that once loyal hell hound become a traitorous in mere moments. How many years had it been of training and trust between them both, all to stitch and forge that unbreakable bond. The roguish warlock had thought it was reserved only for them both and how quickly he was corrected in these moments. Not that he blamed him, the interaction between the woman and his hound seemed quite adorable.
The vibrant woman explains how she had been visiting often, how he had missed such a thing he hardly knew. How oblivious had he been.. Surely, he should have caught the woman in the act by now. The roguish warlock was usually so very astute to his surroundings, as aware as an eagle to the mice below, how privy he was to those very subtle movements. He had come a long way since that hell and yet there were some things that could not be beat from him, he suspected never would. The cotton-candy haired woman explained that 'weed' was what the taming secret she had used. A rather baffled expression sprouted across his features as she scratches the ebony hued pup happily behind the ears while Brennan shifted his weight slightly. Those playful chimes of her voice claiming that she was joking slipped from his lips, it caused his own to quirk near mischievously into a playful grin.
"You nearly had me going, but you are a terrible liar." Those accented words drift toward the fair maiden as that jest clearly woven loosely within his words. "If you have any weed.. I wouldn't be opposed to it.. it has been a while and I would hardly want to waste it on him." He gestures toward his dog in that clearly teasing jest.
She explains that she lured his so-called faithful companion with jerky! Unbelievable. "I can't blame you for not wanting to come back to shore, it's easy to get lost out there." He nearly looked out to that ocean longingly, it was like a potent tug and call he could rarely ignore. It was easy to forget those plaguing worries in the tumultuous sea. "She is an unforgiving, cruel wretch at times but damn she is worth it. I do tend to like them wild anyways." He lets out a bellowing laughter in spite of himself, that rich baritone laughter huffed from his lips briefly. How eager Barney was to those feminine touches as he got up all in her face with that massive probing snout.
The woman seemed lively, eager and had a zest for life that he rarely saw in the women who frequented his pubs. Everyone was always caught up in their own dismal affairs and truly he was no different. How he had once been just like her before it all went to hell, literally. She spoke about that intriguing barfight of a werewolf and a vampire. How he enjoyed a damn good barfight! That irish fighter's blood within him was strong and he had gotten within several of those heated barfights himself, but that was a regular occurrence for him. That Irish warlock rose a singular brow at her as he considered that wild tale she spoke of. "I would have paid top dollar to watch that.. I suspect Barney would have them both beat though.." A wicked knowing smile spreads across his features then, his silvery blue eyes peer down upon the petite woman. Her personality seemed to match that very hair upon her head. He reveals near jokingly that he was a hellhound. "If he wanted to eat you little lass, he would have done so." He may have seemed playful, but his words were so deadly serious all at once. "He seems to like you and I can't say he likes most people... are you sure you're not a mermaid or something?"
That maddened grin sprouts across his lips that she nearly looked insane, and perhaps he couldn't write that off just yet. She was surfing in the dead of winter and befriending a hellhound that could decapitate her in one bite, even if he looked practically harmless, he was not. "Your mother was wrong as they so often are. Wildness should not be tamed down, or smothered or controlled.. it should be embraced." How that mischievous glint in his two-toned eyes, that very magical blood mirroring within them now.
He teases her and she doesn't get riled, handling it with a distinct impressive ease, a woman that was hardly phased by much was not a regular occurrence in his books. She reaches out with a confident hand to shake, he hardly waits before his free hand reaches for her own, her hand dainty within his own callused hands. "Oh I have no doubt in your capabilities." He replies near suggestively, a nasty little habit he was so prone to, a horrible flirt at the worst and best of times. A smooth chuckle like a expensive fine whisky escapes him then. His hand then idly brushes against the scruff upon his chin before allowing his hand to fall idly at his side, while the other still clung to that useless, good for nothing book.
However, that cold seems to finally bite at her as she shrugs at his words. He couldn't tell if this woman was simply just mad rather than adventurous but it was the look in her eyes that seemed to support the latter. How he enjoyed braving those waves too, at least in his own way. He understood her fascination with it, truly, but he also enjoyed seeing if he could get a rise out of her. It would seem it wasn't the easiest of tasks. It was a good thing that he enjoyed a challenge.
Surprisingly, the woman accepted his offer of getting warmed up, his taking down that bookstore owner a few pegs could surely wait. After all, it wasn't very often he found himself in the company of another outside a bar these days. Serafina was so very busy, perhaps purposely so with her Dark Hunter and her bustling little magic shop.
Brennan produces a large fluffy towel then tossing it at her unceremoniously but it seemed to predominantly consume Barnebus in an almost comical fashion that has them both laughing. "He's getting slow and turning into a big softy.. " The mahogany haired man shook his head as he nearly wryly responded back.
Her question was an easy one that he finds no need to keep a secret. "Aye.. I'm a warlock, a piss poor excuse for one at that.. But I can procure pretty much anything that I want. I wager anything that your mind can come up with?" Was that a challenge within his baritone lyrics? Her guess was as good as any.
That obedient dog comes when called, entirely attentive to him. It was good to see he hadn't lost that at the very least. Perhaps "What do you think?" There is a hint of a challenge within his words, confidently and purposefully not giving her the answer she desires. Perhaps she will never find out for certain, but how eager she seemed, so curious.
At that he turns suddenly, Barney happily content to follow his master upon that very boat, he leaps onto the side with a powerful leap. His paws were so very sure as he trotted off, hearing the sound of his nails click against the teak flooring, disappearing somewhere down below. Brennan offers an idle hand to help her aboard, as if attempting to be ever the gentleman. He supposed he truly could be if he wanted, even though he was more often failing at it than not.
"Ever seen a boat like this before?" He asks, surely she hadn't, not when she takes a glimpse inside. After all, it was practically all custom, except for the barebones of it. Every last piece had been sanded and replaced by his own two hands.