08-11-2020, 12:04 AM
IF MY LIFE IS GOING
TO MEAN ANYTHING,
I HAVE TO LIVE IT
MYSELF.
tiguar . young . he/him
The teen snorts at the other's comment, shaking his head. "You say that now, but you get to deal with Roan's grumpiness when you have to go to him for aloe vera," there wasn't any malice to his tone, if anything it was teasing. He didn't bother giving the hair comment a response, he was used to it at this point. She was probably jealous she couldn't do something as cool with her own or something.
Deniz was swift to take a few steps back as the girl sat up, hands slipping into the pockets of his swim trunks as he studied her. His head tilted to the side, one eyebrow lifting as he watched her pin up her mess of hair. "you've convinced me," his mind echoes, confusion with a sliver on concern entering his mind. Just as a precaution, he lifted his hands out of his pocket and straightened his stance.
It was a good thing he did, as a stream of water came rushing at him. His hands lifted, coming together before him before pushing away from eachother. As he did so, a majority of the water split away, going around him and off to the side. Due to his unpreparedness, though, he didn't have full control and a fraction of the water slammed into his chest. While it didn't knock him over, it certainly set him off balance.
He was swift to right himself, a grin of mischief ever-growing on his face. So, she wanted a fight, hm? An interesting choice she had made in challenging him, considering his parentage and grandparentage. Whilst he was unsure if the link had made it to him, his grandfather he knew to be the demigod of rough seas and his own mother the demigoddess of raging storms. He couldn't help but wonder if Geogia was of similar lineage, if that's where her powers originated.
"Ah! It's no problem, friend! Here, let me get some of that sand off of you!" As his voiced called out, he would swiftly drop his right hand, before making a scooping motion and lifting it back into the air. As he did so, a jet of water would lift from the sea and arch above, aiming to splash down on Georgia's head. A chuckle would ring out from the brightly colored boy as he aimed to soak his mother's apprentice.
Deniz was swift to take a few steps back as the girl sat up, hands slipping into the pockets of his swim trunks as he studied her. His head tilted to the side, one eyebrow lifting as he watched her pin up her mess of hair. "you've convinced me," his mind echoes, confusion with a sliver on concern entering his mind. Just as a precaution, he lifted his hands out of his pocket and straightened his stance.
It was a good thing he did, as a stream of water came rushing at him. His hands lifted, coming together before him before pushing away from eachother. As he did so, a majority of the water split away, going around him and off to the side. Due to his unpreparedness, though, he didn't have full control and a fraction of the water slammed into his chest. While it didn't knock him over, it certainly set him off balance.
He was swift to right himself, a grin of mischief ever-growing on his face. So, she wanted a fight, hm? An interesting choice she had made in challenging him, considering his parentage and grandparentage. Whilst he was unsure if the link had made it to him, his grandfather he knew to be the demigod of rough seas and his own mother the demigoddess of raging storms. He couldn't help but wonder if Geogia was of similar lineage, if that's where her powers originated.
"Ah! It's no problem, friend! Here, let me get some of that sand off of you!" As his voiced called out, he would swiftly drop his right hand, before making a scooping motion and lifting it back into the air. As he did so, a jet of water would lift from the sea and arch above, aiming to splash down on Georgia's head. A chuckle would ring out from the brightly colored boy as he aimed to soak his mother's apprentice.