farming-firecracker:

oreyouglad:

Prepared to try every tactic, he decided that the next would have to be cheesy pick up lines. Sara would just not give in! Not having to try and get any girls in a few years had really let him wear down.. 

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Sara,” He mumbled in her ear from behind at and uncomfortably close distance, smirking a bit. “Be careful, now. You’re gripping that book a bit tight. Your knuckles are even turning white. Obviously, you’re just fighting your inner conflict of a rough exterior, and the chance to go out to dinner with my hot bod ~”

 A chilling shiver went down Sara’s spine upon hearing Gray’s voice in her ear. What the hell had gotten into him? Now he was just messing with her, and being a cocky sonofabitch. But, she wouldn’t lose her temper because that was just part of the competition. What did her Dad always used to tell her? Right, to count down backwards from ten. Slowly.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Her grip loosened on the book, and she managed to slide it back into its place on the shelf. Seven. Six. Five. She took a step to the side, putting some distance between her and the obnoxious redhead. Four. Three. Two. She took a deep breath, flexing her hands. One. Sara cranked her arm back and let her fist fly. Dad was right. Counting down from ten did make her feel better. 

Slightly dazed by the fact that she just punched him in the cheekbone, he winced back, his whole face stinging. “… did you actually just punch me in the face. Oh my god. You just punched me in the face.” Reaching up to poke at it tenderly, he winced again. “… Ow. What the fuck. ” Stepping back with his hands up, he deflated. “Fine then. I give up. It’s not even worth it if you’re going to be so goddamned difficult - all I wanted to do was take you out for supper, but god forbid you let somebody do something half decent for you.” Waving casually as he trampled down the stairs, he called out, “Goodbye, crazy lady.” 

farming-firecracker:

oreyouglad:

Gray bounded up the stairs after her, not even bothered enough to worry about her turning him down, or the fact that she was obviously so amused. He’d have time later to worry about that.

Quickly thinking up a new way to come at the subject, he retorted, “Why not? Are you too chicken to go out on a date? Afraid that you might look like an idiot because you obviously don’t even know how to act civilized? Psht.” Smirking as he leaned against the bookshelf she was trying to skim through, he quietly chanted, “Sara is a chicken. Sara is a chicken.” And clucked a few times discreetly when the chanting fell silent and he turned away from her to look through books on a shelf a few over.

“God, what are you, nine?” Sara rolled her eyes as she shoved past him on to another bookshelf. Obviously running farther back into the library wasn’t a good idea. “And you’re an ass.” She glared at him, before turning her back to him and going to a shelf across the room. She was not a chicken, and she wasn’t an idiot either. He wasn’t about to trick her into saying yes to this ‘date’. Ugh, she couldn’t even believe he’d called it that. If there was any way she was going to give in and say yes before, then she definitely wasn’t going to now. What the hell did he want with her? 

The brunette tried not to let his petty insults get to her, but she still found herself childishly repeating “Gray is an ass. Gray is an ass,” under her breath. After all, it made her feel better. Frickin’ moron. She wasn’t a chicken, and she wasn’t an idiot, and she wouldn’t let it get to her. Just like those times in high school. However, at least the kids in high school knew better than to mess with her. They were at least smart enough to leave her alone. Still, the beckoning of an unfulfilled challenge itched in the back of her mind, making her grip the edges of the book tighter. 

Prepared to try every tactic, he decided that the next would have to be cheesy pick up lines. Sara would just not give in! Not having to try and get any girls in a few years had really let him wear down.. 

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Sara,” He mumbled in her ear from behind at and uncomfortably close distance, smirking a bit. “Be careful, now. You’re gripping that book a bit tight. Your knuckles are even turning white. Obviously, you’re just fighting your inner conflict of a rough exterior, and the chance to go out to dinner with my hot bod ~”

dontrushelena-:

<Gleaming at his comment, and at the fact that he seemed impressed. It wasn’t often that she was actually encouraged to ramble about her work.> Ah, you are? That’s awesome. Only the most hardworking, concentrated, and bad ass people can do what we do! <She raised a mock determined fist in the air.>

…You really wanna know? <Still surprised to actually be asked about her work.> Well, you see, the last thing I worked on for a long period of time was a new arm for a golem, and so, some of the fingers that I made for it were actually out of proportion, since I can, <Nervous laugh> get pretty rushed with my work sometimes, because I just get so into it! But anyway, I just used like, half of one of the fingers for the body of the penguin, and screwed in some old bulbs for the eyes, <She flicked a switch on the back of the penguin to show him the lights switching on>, and just kind of welded the rest together. Silly, but since the body is made from a finger, it has a joint in the middle, and does this. <Elena poked the upper body of the penguin, and it swiftly folded against itself in half. She paused, looking back up at him sheepishly. Feeling a bit awkward for just getting so enthusiastic in front of a friendly, but near stranger, she attempted to switch the conversation back to him.> So uh,… what kind of projects have you had lately?

He couldn’t help but to laugh at her comment and fist-waving, rubbing his neck and agreeing, “Yeah, I don’t think many people realize what hard work it really is. They just think we poke the metal a bit and it’s done, but it’s so much more complex than that..”

He listened intently while she spoke, watching in extreme amusement as she showed him all the little tricks it could do, “Heh, that’s actually pretty neat.” Suddenly, his face went deadpan, mumbling, “I, unfortunately, don’t make anything that interesting. Just mainly things that people request - jewlerry, tools, ore sculptures… nothing worth showing off.”

dontrushelena- asked: ((I didnt send an ask cause i made a para! .-. Sorry))

I’S OKAY HFJKGHDS

farming-firecracker:

Sara stood up a little straighter once she noticed the blacksmith coming towards her. She tilted her head up haughtily, waiting for whatever idiotic thing was going to come out of his mouth next. That invitation to dinner before had caught her off guard, but she wasn’t going to let it happen again. Her jaw set the second he opened his mouth, determined not to let her look as moronic as she did the day before.

God, he looked so…so forced. The conviction in his eyes didn’t match the way his face had turned to stone, or the overly formal words being dragged out of his throat. Her sneer turned into a wavering smirk as she tried desperately to hold in the laughter that was bubbling up. To buy herself time, she slid the book she was looking at back into its place on the bookshelf with excruciating slowness. She took another moment to swallow and readjust her expression. Once she fought her mouth back into it’s usual straight line.

“You thought wrong, then. No.” Crap. She was smirking again. She moved past him and climbed the stairs to the second floor of the library. Once she found herself in its farthest corner, Sara hugged the book to her stomach and let out a few quiet, muffled chuckles. After they were all out, she straightened up again and looked through the books on the shelf closest to her.

Gray bounded up the stairs after her, not even bothered enough to worry about her turning him down, or the fact that she was obviously so amused. He’d have time later to worry about that.

Quickly thinking up a new way to come at the subject, he retorted, “Why not? Are you too chicken to go out on a date? Afraid that you might look like an idiot because you obviously don’t even know how to act civilized? Psht.” Smirking as he leaned against the bookshelf she was trying to skim through, he quietly chanted, “Sara is a chicken. Sara is a chicken.” And clucked a few times discreetly when the chanting fell silent and he turned away from her to look through books on a shelf a few over.

farming-firecracker:

Sara glanced up from another book she had picked up. Something about plants or harvest sprites or something like that. Her mind wasn’t really on what she was reading at the moment. She wasn’t really sure what it was on. It kept flitting from topic to topic. Her farm, her chores, things she needed to pick up, her new colt. Seeing the carrot topped man who just came into the library made her brain flit to the day before, something she’d rather not think about. 

Her expression hardened and she quickly turned back to her book. There were only three people in the library, so he had to have noticed her. He was just avoiding her. ”Coward.” She muttered under her breath as she shoved the book back into its place on the shelf with a more force than was needed. Well, she wasn’t about to leave just because he came in. She was here first, damn it. The farmer moved on to the next shelf and picked up another book, staring at the back of it with an intense concentration that wasn’t focused on the words. 

Hearing her slam a book into the shelf, Gray cringed a bit, expecting the door to be the next thing slamming. Surprisingly, though, she stayed, so he glanced over towards her again discreetly after a few moments of silence. She didn’t even seem fazed. How could she… okay, she had to have noticed him. Nobody just goes around slamming books for fun. Not even a psycho like her. 

Gathering his thoughts and courage together, he took a deep breath, before walking right up to her. He backed down last night, but like hell he was going to back down again. She had obviously left because he let his stupid cowardice take over, but no sir, not this time. He didn’t even like this woman - she kind of annoyed him, to be honest - but he felt the overwhelming urge that he had to take her out to dinner, or she won. And he did not want her to win this little game in his head. A stiff expression on his face, he calmly said, “Good afternoon, Sara. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? The pub in town is really nice, and I think you might enjoy it.” His face still rock hard, he stood there simply, watching her. If she said no, he didn’t plan on backing down this time - no sir. He was going to persist and persist until she got so tired of hearing him persist that she broke down and gave in.

farming-firecracker:

Sara pushed open the door of the Mineral Town library and nodded her greeting to the girl reading behind the counter. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to own a library, but it was nothing more than an idle thought. Her place was on the farm, and somewhere inside her, she’d always known that. However, farm life did get a bit repetitive, and books were always a suitable escape from the monotony of reality, if only for a little while. 

After she sliding the books she’d already finished back in the return slot, the brunette browsed the shelves. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just wasting time more than anything. It wasn’t something she’d admit out loud, but even with her animals to keep her company it got boring on the farm sometimes. Maybe it was time she got a pet she could keep in the house. She absentmindedly took a book off the shelf and scanned over the synopsis on the back. Without really taking in what the book was about, she carried it in the crook of her other arm and kept browsing.

Gray had finished the books that Mary had last loaned him quite quickly in the past week, since because of his arm injury he couldn’t really do anything else but read. Once work had slowed in the afternoon, he decided that now would probably be the best time to go return them and maybe check out a few new one’s. So there he trudged, through the melting snow and slush, all the way over town before he finally arrived. Nobody bothered to talk to him on the way over - it was obvious on his face that he wasn’t in the mood. What had happened the night before had set him confused, and he wasn’t exactly pleased.

As he finally arrived at the library, he quickly just slipped in, offering a small hello to Mary before handing her the books and wandering off towards the second level. As he turned toward the staircase, though, he spotted another person in the corner of his eye, and glanced over quickl- oh Goddess, it was her. He hesitated momentarily, before quickly going to stand in front of a nearby bookcase, glancing through in casually while trying to decide what to do. I cant just ignore her, can I? She’s probably already seen me. But she probably doesn’t want to talk to me, because I’m probably just a big ol’ jerk to her…. get it together, Gray!

farming-firecracker:

She didn’t look at him as he talked, giving her hammer another quick sweeping inspection before sliding it in her rucksack with the other tools. Sara looked at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to spit out whatever he was trying to say. It wasn’t until she couldn’t see his eye from under the bill of his hat that she understood what he was getting at.

She stared at him silently for a little, deadpan, then flinched when she realized what he was getting at. “…What.” God, he wasn’t suggesting what she thought he was suggesting, was he? Realizing that her mouth was still slightly open, she clamped it shut into an unfriendly scowl and narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

There was a slight cherry tint to her face. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been asked out. Never? She was pretty damn sure it was never. Getting hit on once or twice by some scrubs in the city whose breath stunk of booze didn’t count. Why would he want to, anyways? It wasn’t like she’d been particularly kind to him. She wasn’t particularly kind to anyone. On top of that, he barely knew her. God, what the hell. She was so confused her brain was having trouble pulling up any of the sarcastic comments she usually replied with. The farmer simply stared at him somewhat blankly.

Gray, suddenly realizing that she was either mentally incapable of catching on to anything, or was turning him down, suddenly felt a angry and frustrated tension gathering in his chest. Huffing, he grumbled, “You heard what I said.” Shrugging, he turned around, heading back to his work station with the assumption that she had turned him down.

He was actually kind of pissed off that she was so oblivious. He very rarely did something like that, and generally, would have just ignored her anyway. Small, rude, and sarcasm flowing out of all of her pores? No, not for him. She was feisty, though, and he was quite entertained by her whole being. He didn’t mean it in a romantic way, but any means, but he was still annoyed that she had nothing to say.

dontrushelena- asked: Oh, oh no. <Feeling a bit humbled.> It's just, ah. Scraps from my last project... How could you tell I was a blacksmith, anyway? <She asked, a bit excited that someone could connect her misleading, girlish looks to her passion.>

Grinning, he handed it back to her, “Only a blacksmith could make something like that and blow it off like nothing. Ah, I’m one too, by the way… and this is actually pretty cool. How did you go about making it?” 

dontrushelena- asked: Aw, yes I did! Like I'd need someone else to make something so simple for me! <Bragbragbrag lol>

A bit surprised by her pride, he nodded, picking it up to examine it closely. “… what’s it made of? Just scraps of metal?” Raising an eyebrow at her, he prodded, “Well then - are you a garbage picker, a blacksmith with an interesting hobby…?”