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WARNING: These little pieces and such will often be out of order and such. Also, I love comments so say what you like. I also don't mind your own ideas. (Course, that's if anyone even reads this.)
Cahlin, eh. It was an unusual name, especially for these parts. Her eyes narrowed further and stepped forward, placing her blade once more under his chin. Lifting it slightly, she pushed his face upward and he looked at her. Saraya couldn’t help but grin at the defiant look he gave her. At least he wasn’t afraid to die. At the grin though, his eyes changed, only for a second. She couldn’t tell what it had been but his muscles had tightened and his eyes had narrowed. Stepping back once more she let her senses roam about the room, looking for a threat that was not there. Her gray eyes never strayed from the man’s face. Like his name, his features were unusual as well. While red head’s weren’t necessarily uncommon, there was a brilliance to his color that made her think of raw flames. His cheekbones were high and set on a thin face with a strong jaw line. He was thin, but not scrawny, his muscles small but plenty. Other parts of him, she noticed with a chuckle, weren’t so little. As she noticed this, a light blush crossed Cahlin’s cheeks, though he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. The smallest movements he made; the tilt of his neck, the clenching of his fist, while not threatening put her on her guard. If she had to guess, she’d say he was a fighter…and a demon. Though he was nothing like the demons she knew.
“Why are you here?”
Cahlin raised a thin eyebrow and stared at her as if asking if she was serious. She merely stared back waiting for his answer. Seeing that she wasn’t going to let up, Cahlin rolled his eyes mentally. “Perhaps if I knew where ‘here’ was, I could answer that.” ‘But I doubt it.’ Saraya’s face didn’t change but he thought the look in her eyes had become puzzled. She continued to stay silent. What did she want him to say? He seriously didn’t have a clue as to where he was. “I’m in your room?” A flash of irritation flashed across her face and she stepped closer. Cahlin quickly sought to redeem himself.
“Look, the last thing I remember is Bael Sean storming into the castle, killing my father and then pointing some weird staff at me!”
Her face was now clearly puzzled. Stepping away from him she lowered her sword. Now he was confused. Had he said something that made her believe he wasn’t a threat? Which brought up a question...was he? Despite the fact that this young woman had threatened him multiple times he felt no need to escape. He wasn’t even angry really. As she continued to stare at him as if he was some sort of fascinating object he felt that beginning to change. What was with this girl?
Maybe this was some sort of trap, set up by his father or Bael Sean. If that was the case, he was not going to sit here like some sort of lab rat. In a sudden change, Cahlin began to feel trapped. The room was small and almost prison like. A trap seemed very likely suddenly. Well, he wasn’t going to have that. Nobody would imprison him!
Though he made no outward movement, Saraya could feel this man, Cahlin’s increasing irritation. Then, in the smallest movement his sapphire eyes met hers in a cold glare that strongly reminded her of a serpent preparing to strike. With a gasp she took a step back finding herself suddenly afraid. It was a feeling she had not felt in a long time. She saw his muscles tense as he prepared to spring. His eyes locked on her sword.
“Don’t move!”
The words came out in a rush just as he pushed himself off of her floor. At her command however, he did just as she said, falling on his face with a look of shock. Saraya herself was startled. She hadn’t expected him to obey and from the look on his face, neither had he.
“Stand up.”
Again, he did as she asked coming to stand in front of her in a single swift movement. There was hatred in his eyes that made her grin. ‘Well, well, this is an interesting development.’
“What have you done to me wh…”
“Be quiet.”
The hatred in his eyes grew as he was forced to silence. Grinning like crazy Saraya turned her back on the strange man and walked over to her small cot. Crossing her legs, she sat, giving the man an amused side long glance. Mentally though she was sighing in relief. She hadn’t been sure if her commands would keep. Normally turning her back on an enemy would have meant death. Why was it that this Cahlin fellow was forced to do as she commanded?
Cahlin himself was pondering the same question.
 Perverted Cherub · Sun Feb 17, 2008 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
