all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost
Brennan rose a brow at the woman's mention of knowing a guy to hit up for weed, how truly carefree a thought that was. He could hardly remember the last time he had smoked, especially with far more pressing things on his mind. Alcohol, it would seem was his poison of choice. Whiskey in particular. The pretty amber liquid would be the beverage he suspected he would always turn to for comfort, old habits it would seem would die hard within the roguish warlock. He however would never deny that he was quite opportunistic when a potential prospect arose.
"Aye, most people do find it difficult to leave their nests this time of year." He offered, almost offhandedly, his shoulders pulling into a slight shrug. That would never be him. No, the warlock, never truly found it particularly hard to get out and moving, no matter what the forecast dictated. He had lived in the brutal elements of that hell dimension, he could deal with a little icy wind, any day. If he did, he would have pissed all his Fridays away. He would never squander a moment of freedom while he had it..
He spoke of the ocean like he described a woman, perhaps it was truly synonymous.
"If you brave that?" he gestures toward the sea. "You can't afford to be shy." Surely, she could agree with such logic. Raylin seemed content to continue her doting on his so-called faithful hound, it was almost astonishing watching the way he so freely melted into those caresses. If Brennan didn't know any better, he would have truly thought him to be a true lapdog.
The colourful woman seemed to match her long vibrant pink unbound hair that cascaded flattering, framing her face. He could see her easily being a mermaid. "Easily." He offers smoothly, without a missing a beat as she spun, showing off her feminine petite figure. His two-toned eyes slide over those gentle curves that the tight-fitting suit which offers a good enough idea what hid beneath that zipped up getup. Yet, how those thoughts don't really produce the same reaction in him as it would have been when he was untouched from a demon's mark, and untouched by the cruel hand of love.
"I wasn't aware it was meant to be a secret." The irish warlock rose a singular dark brow at her in challenge, a single corner of his lips quirk into a crooked grin. "Unless you are worried, I will betray the secrets to solving you, hm? I can see why that would be alarming." In which case that meant he was correct and he could read her better than these useless books that were scattered around his ship. Somehow, the thought seemed to amuse him. It would seem lost love or even hell itself hadn't destroyed the shell of the man entirely. "I do not fear her. Mother's are prone to liking me. I have never had one that didn't." Now that was quite true, fathers on the other hand, loathed him. His roguish charm seemed to only extend to the fairer gender.
Her giggle is light upon the cool wind, it sounded more like playful spring than the icy clutches of winter. Even as the sound dies, she shook his hand with a strong grip before declaring him a womanizer.. "I'm afraid my skills are rusty. But I could see you fitting the role of a siren well. You seem like you would be good at being a maneater." That resonant chuckle escapes him, shaking his head. He had no doubt in that sentiment at all. That expression he offers her almost dares to deny him, to ruffle those smooth feathers of hers.
Raylin plucked that towel from the disgruntled Barney. His admittance that his hound was certainly losing that edge when plucked from that harsh environment that kept him sharp and honed like a blade. Now he was growing dull like a butter knife. She utters those sweet cooing words to the obsidian pup, who seemed to lap up every last ounce of attention she dotes upon him. The pink haired woman seemed amused at his honest admittance at what he was. There was no use trying to conceal it. Her next words nearly catch him off guard. What a peculiar little pink haired girl. "I am afraid... my powers don't summon existing objects but create what I see in my mind. I could provide you with all the dildo's you desire though." How he could hardly help that bark of unrestrained laughter that amusement never leaving him as he continued. "You don't possess much of a filter, do you?" he teased, unable to prevent that wry grin that spread unrestrained upon his lips then. She goes on to explain that she believed the impossible was possible. It seemed such an untarnished view of the world. Her eyes are warm and so entirely carefree. She seemed so very... bright considering this city seemed to be the exact opposite of that. "I hope you don't lose that. It's easy to in this city." Perhaps those were the most honest words he had spoken.
He was upon his boat in a fluid instant, offering his hand. Who said chivalry was dead? She seemed light as he hoists her up with a rather firm but gentle hold. After a quick tour of the ship, she complimented it and it produced a prideful glint that welled within triumphantly within his chest. "Everything you see, little lass, is handcrafted by yours truly. April Rose is my pride and joy... you won't see anything like her. Anywhere. I can promise you that." He nods firmly then.
She declared she had never been on a boat before admitting how fun it would be to go out sailing. He carefully considered her carefully for a moment, he truly hoped she wasn't one prone to seasickness. How many times had he returned far too soon because his companion was.. seasick. He much preferred the solitary sail, very few ever garnering the chance to go out in those fickle seas with him. "Aye, I can't say its for everyone.. some find the ocean too rough a mistress for them.. It truly is good at chewing people up and spitting them out with ruthless ease." He chucked again before it was silenced by yet another question.. it was a difficult one to answer. Just how much did he want to reveal? "It's not so much what.. but more.. what answers I'm trying to find.. However.." Those accented words uttered easily from him then. She seemed to approach him then and he met her with a singular step forward accompanied with an up to no good grin secures upon his face. He almost looked like he was going to reach out and touch the towel-clad mermaid's hair, but he pauses.
"You did ask for something and I think I will allow you to receive it." There was dark humour laced within his mischievous sparkling eyes before he called upon that affinity, it was as easy as thinking at times... Suddenly she is showered, no, pelted with a copious amount of dildos, all shapes and sizes. Anything he could envision in that moment, he didn't let up either until.... There were at least 50 at her feet. "As you requested m'lady... although, I did improvise just a little bit. At the very least, you should never go wanting again..." It was then, at that moment that Barney made his presence known, snatching a vibrant blue coloured one, trotting off with it so he could gnaw on what could have very well looked like a doggie chew toy. Oh, the ridiculousness of this 'Assault-of-the-Dildos-Situation' would surely not be one he forgot anytime soon. Soon that smooth laughter spills from him easily as he plopped down upon the plushy confines of his seat. He leaned back into it with a seemingly arrogant look upon his roguish features as he searched for that expression upon that face of hers.