Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2015 1:59:39 GMT -5
Matthew is something of a typical man in appearance. He has two eyes; that are like chocolate and swirl with a continuously dreamy expression. He has a nose, which is slightly knotted at the bridge were it was broken when he was a child. He even has a pair of lips on that oval face of his, and those lips are often drawn into a bright and handsome grin. Surrounding that dashing smile, is a well maintained beard; kept tame it gives him something of a rough, rogue-like appearance at first glance. Atop his head is ruffled, short, light brown hair. Beyond his face, Matthew is proportioned of frame. His shoulders are rounded, his chest is slight and within his arms and legs there is a gentle presence of muscle that suggest a man who does not overly gorge himself on food or wine and is well exercised.
What was not necessarily typical about him was the manner in which he was so at ease wherever he went. Today, for example, he was in the market. Unlike many of the shoppers and crowds in the market today he was not here to look at the entertainment nor was he here to sell/purchase wears. No, today he was just weaving in and out of the crowds speaking to his fellow merchants. He seemed to now many of the faces and names, he bid them all with a wave, a smile, a shake of the hand and for several hours he had been talking to these men (and women) as if they were family and his oldest friends.
At the moment he was sat amongst a gaggle of women under the covering of a stall that sold sandals and pretty, soft leather shoes made in all sorts of colours and swathed in many glittering stones and beads. Until twenty minutes ago he had known only one of the women here, but Kaylee had quickly introduced the young man to her niece and daughter, and the four were talking like old family. He had Kaylee’s young daughter on his shoulders, letting her plat his soft hair with ribbons and bows and seemed completely unbothered by the ‘mess’ she was making of his masculinity. The child was happy, as was Matthew.
Beside his booted feet sat a silver and black tabby cat, her small frame pressed into the curve of his leg as she sat watching and listening. But Matthew had no fear of danger here as he laughed happily with the women, talking of parties and dances and dresses and hair as if he worried to wear them himself.
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Christina Delamara
What was not necessarily typical about him was the manner in which he was so at ease wherever he went. Today, for example, he was in the market. Unlike many of the shoppers and crowds in the market today he was not here to look at the entertainment nor was he here to sell/purchase wears. No, today he was just weaving in and out of the crowds speaking to his fellow merchants. He seemed to now many of the faces and names, he bid them all with a wave, a smile, a shake of the hand and for several hours he had been talking to these men (and women) as if they were family and his oldest friends.
At the moment he was sat amongst a gaggle of women under the covering of a stall that sold sandals and pretty, soft leather shoes made in all sorts of colours and swathed in many glittering stones and beads. Until twenty minutes ago he had known only one of the women here, but Kaylee had quickly introduced the young man to her niece and daughter, and the four were talking like old family. He had Kaylee’s young daughter on his shoulders, letting her plat his soft hair with ribbons and bows and seemed completely unbothered by the ‘mess’ she was making of his masculinity. The child was happy, as was Matthew.
Beside his booted feet sat a silver and black tabby cat, her small frame pressed into the curve of his leg as she sat watching and listening. But Matthew had no fear of danger here as he laughed happily with the women, talking of parties and dances and dresses and hair as if he worried to wear them himself.
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Christina Delamara