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 Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:07 am
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingI like my town with a little drop of poison.
And she left in the fall
That's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison.
Here you lose a little every day.Tom Waits, "Little Drop of Poison"
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:07 am
It was a higher dose than she'd ever delivered before, that much was certain. The shaman turned from her stove and offered her student the tea, watching with a distinct sense of pleasure as Sarangerel drank it. All of it. Odval had been confused when the assassin had disappeared, but this was good enough for her-- if Sara didn't die then she'd be sick. Very sick. No doubt it would take one more dose to kill the Legionnaire, but that could be taken care of without a problem.
She watched her pupil depart with a look of satisfaction before going to do whatever it was that Odval Jaoret did in her spare time. Sarangerel might even come to her for healing and then... well, she would give the girl one of her best concoctions, of course. That would be what the label indicated. The soul conduit would drink it gladly, and then no doubt look confused as she died. It was alright, Odval would give her a proper funeral and everything. Sometimes she thought that she was simply too nice.
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Bataar trekked to Sara's house that evening, intent on at least one more night of guarding before giving it up. Things seemed to be fairly safe and quiet since the other night, although he had spoken to the Legionnaire much since-- he supposed she'd gotten back to her regular sleeping schedule, in any case, and all he'd been doing lately was checking the perimeters before going to his own home in order to be faintly worried and restless.
The man flopped down beside the ger, looking rather bored as he watched the sunset. He had no idea that the person he was supposed to be guarding here and now was poisoned, or that it was the fault of his own mother that she'd been in danger in the first place. Bat was merely lucky that Odval hadn't found out about any other interactions between the two of them. To Odval, a Legionnaire was a Legionnaire regardless of how nice or harmless they might act.
The captain supposed he'd have to disagree with that, especially since it seemed that his closest friends had actually turned out to be Legionnaires. It was a distressing idea at some points, but he did his best to take it in stride. There was only so much Bat could do about these strange developments in his life, and trying to stop them never seemed to work.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:47 am
Sara has not been so well today, lately she had been feeling rather under the weather. At first she did not think anything off her strange symptoms, to her they could have meant anything from a cold to problems with her womanly cycle. She was never one to slow down because of her health and for the most part had been ignoring them. Yet today it felt like something much more sinister. She stretched and pulled herself out of bed, quick pulling off the wrapping covering her wound and examining her collarbone. The wound seemed clean so she could not put her sickness down to infection, in all honesty she did not really know what to do or what was wrong with her. Ghost watched her wondering around their home, tilting his head curiously, one ear flopped whilst the other was raised.
Sara felt dizzy all of a sudden, she reached out to grab the bed post however her vision seemed to have blurred and instead of gaining support she ended up on the floor with a thud, on the way down she knocked over her table and the kettle and cups shattered on the floor.
Ghost got up and wondered over to her whimpering, before the wolf leaned back his head and started to howl loudly.
He knew that something was seriously wrong here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:01 am
Bataar had been starting to relax into his post, unaware of any of the problems going on just inside the ger when he heard a wolf howl-- specifically, Ghost. The Mongol stood, his green eyes traveling to the entrance of the ger. Had that been a shatter moments before, as well? Had someone gotten in without his knowing? The man didn't wait to find out as he ran inside, sword drawn. He paused, gazing down at Sara with a look of distinct confusion. Had she collapsed?
The captain crouched down next to the girl but failed to see any blood. What, then, had happened? Before demanding an explanation, he'd have to move her. She'd probably hit her head and everything, in any case. Bat scooped to soul conduit into his arms and laid her carefully upon the bed before seating himself rather precariously upon the edge and giving her a rather questioning sort of look. "What's happened here?" he asked, his eyes taking in the shattered kettle and cups.
For, try as he might, he did not see that anyone was inside. Sarangerel herself didn't look very well. "No one was here, right?" He knew he shouldn't be asking questions to someone who looked so sick, but he had to know. He had no idea, in any case, that it was entirely his mother's fault that this was happening. Odval would have been furious with her son had she known how much he was trying to help the Legionnaire she'd decided she wanted dead.
Restlessly, the man stood up and started picking up the pieces of the tea set, looking greatly disturbed. Sara wasn't the type to get infections, unless the blade that the assassin used had been poisoned, and he doubted that. Most assassins preferred to work on the basis of their deadly force as opposed to using such methods as poison.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:26 am
When he asked if anyone else was here she shook her head. "No, its just me and you." She added as he moved away, her hand fell off of him and onto the soft blanket which was under her. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, even that felt like a challenge at the present time. Sara, you should not have trusted her. A voice rang in her mind, the same metallic ringing that she had been hearing since she was a child. "Who should I not have trusted?" She asked, everything else seemed to be lost to her. She could feel the spirit, the air in the room was cold and thick with the odd sensation of uneasiness and death. To Sara it was strangely comforting.
She wants you to die, you means for you to die. He went on, spirits could be so unclear. In a way she felt like this one was toying with her. She shook her head a little and then finally gained the energy to ask again. "Why does she want me to die...?" There was a silence for a moment and then the conduit's eyes fluttered open. She has corrupted your body, like she believes you will corrupt her son. In that moment she felt the presence disappear and her eyes went back searching for those of the Captain.
It all seemed to make sense, he told her to watch out for Odval. The news came to her as a shock, her illness might have been more serious than she first expected it to be. "Hero..." She called over, not knowing how to phrase her next sentence. "... I think, I think Odval has done something to me. I think she means to kill me, it was her. Everything was her." She closed her eyes again in thought, the spirit who had warned her was not a familiar one. His energy and aura was different, colder - bitter. It seemed like the assassin had decided to stick around. But why?
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 12:02 pm
Normal people didn't fall for no reason. He watched her carefully, his expression deeply incredulous. "Why don't you feel well?" he asked gently, knowing that she must have some idea. Sara was, after all, a healer. You didn't come near to collapse because of something like a simple cold-- she looked far more sickly than that. Bat was worried, and it turned out it was for a good reason. Odval's poison was strong.
He looked relieved when she mentioned that they were the only two inside of the ger, but a look of distress soon returned to his face as Sarangerel began to speak with a spirit he could not hear. He had no idea what the subject of the dialogue was, only that Sara seemed confused. He chose at this point to finish cleaning up the shards of clay, feeling much better as he busied his hands in doing so. There was only so much he could uselessly worry about, after all, and he didn't need the soul conduit getting up and stepping on the shattered cups and kettle. A slice to the foot such as that could easily be debilitating.
Bataar turned to Sara attentively as she called to him, his eyebrows raised in candid questioning. When she spoke, however, he looked merely as if he had drawn quite a blank. His mother? Sara was blaming his mother on her near-death experiences? Well, she was wrong. Odval knew that she was Mongolian, just as they were, and for that reason she had taught her. Why would she waste countless hours of teaching like that? It wasn't like her.
"You're wrong." he informed the female Lunarian flatly, although he felt as if his chest had just been hollowed out. More than his mother, Odval was his master. She had guided him throughout his life, had made sure he was going exactly where she pleased. She wouldn't do this.
Denial was written across the captain's face, in any case. "Why the hell would she even do that?" he asked, slicing his palm as he gripped one of the shards he'd been about to throw away. There was no comprehension in his eyes, no acceptance. The woman who had raised him shouldn't be wanting to kill the person he-- well, his friend. That just didn't follow through with logic, even if Sarangerel was a Legionnaire.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 12:24 pm
Sara looked at him and pushed herself up onto her elbows, hair falling down her front. "You know why, don't pretend you don't." She knew it was his mother she was accusing, however that did not make in any less true. She felt sorry for him, she knew how hard it must be to hear such things about the woman who had birthed him but deep down in her heart she knew that the spirit told no lie. She thought back to all those painful moments she had spent with her, all the potions she made her drink and all the spirits she made her fight. It seemed like torture at the time but Sara always told herself it was productive, now she realised it might have been just for the woman's own amusement. Though if it was the joke was on her, Sara knew that even if it was not intentional Odval had made her stronger, maybe more so than she would like to think.
She sighed and leaned to cradle her legs closer to her chest. "Its because she does not want me tainting you, she must know that you killed that man for me. All this time, this was her plan all along. I do not know why she kept me alive so long, she must have been getting something from me but now - she is done playing." She stated, half expecting him to hit her. If anyone accused her own mother of such things she would be angry but her mother was nothing like Odval. She raised her head to look at him, in her eyes it was obvious to see the teal haired girl took no pleasure in saying these things.
"Be honest with yourself, you might be ready to take the risk - however would she be willing to let you? I am sorry Bataar, you have every right to not want to believe me..." She went on, not knowing how to finish that sentence.
Oh spirits, does she know how I feel about him?
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 12:53 pm
Bataar was unconcerned about the blood dripping from his hand onto the floor and did his best to ignore the upset wolf as it moved over to attempt and assist him. Right now wasn't the time to act the role of animal-lover. There was a far more important matter to deal with, here and now. Did Sara realize what she was accusing his mother of? As cruel as she may have been at times, she was still his mother, still the woman who had raised him.
He was beginning to feel helpless, and he hated it. "Why? You're her student-- if she's taken you on to teach I doubt she'd try and kill you!" he said, feel his breath beginning to come in short, uncharacteristic gasps in the midst of his anger and confusion. Sarangerel was being a fool in the Mongol's opinion. It was obvious enough to him that Odval would want someone to become a shaman following her death, that she'd want it carried on, even if Sara was a Legionnaire. He refused to see the situation as the soul conduit viewed it. She was just overestimating Odval's cruelty, was all.
"Tainting me?" he demanded, his green eyes glowing with incredulity and disbelief. Sara thought Odval had sent the assassin, too? She couldn't have-- whoever had sent that man, Bataar hated them. He had decided that much the moment he'd killed the other Noble. "She wouldn't." he whispered, looking perfectly serious.
He was indeed exercising every right he had not to believe the soul conduit. That was because this was one situation where Sara absolutely couldn't be correct. If all of this had been his mother's fault, he would have known. His mother exercised control over most aspects of his life, after all, so he figured he must have some control over her himself. This couldn't be something she'd want to do.
"You're sick. You don't know what you're talking about." he assured Sara, his throat tight. He needed her to be wrong, because, at the end of the day, he cared too much about the soul conduit. He didn't want to face the damage that his own blood might have wreaked.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:37 pm
"Bataar she has tried to kill me before, she tried to make you kill me." She remembered that night all those months ago, the woman had placed a spirit inside her in hope that her own son would open her throat. Sara's memory had returned to her a while ago but she bit her tongue not wanting to kick a dead horse, she had been confused and with that thought that silence would be the best option. However now that Odval had poisoned her she saw no reason to hold anything back. Suddenly everything seemed to add up and Sara did not like the answer she was getting. Yet that did not make it any less true. Sometimes that hurt most of all.
Her pale eyes stared at him as he asked his questions and faught with the idea's she was presenting him. There was no point just agreeing now, for all she knew she was dying. She was not going to spent eternity as a ghost regretting her last words. She knew she needed to be strong now and make him see. "Yes tainting you, you killed another Noble for me, you are putting yourself in danger just by being around me and you are refusing to give your superiors the information they desire." If he had any sense he would have betrayed her a long time ago, most men would have and that is what made it harder for her to say. She sighed and looked to the side. "My body might be sick, but my mind is well enough. I can still think clearly."
She pushed herself out of bed, her legs were shaky and unstable but she put her hand on a desk to stabilize herself, she wanted to say this looking into his eyes. She wanted him to hear her even if he was not going to like it she knew it needed to be said. "This is never going to get any easier is it? Its not only our alliances that has forsaken our relationship, its our families and our masters and our friends and our team-mates and our teachers and everyone in this damn city." As she listed them all their faces came to her minds eye, she was betraying them all by feeling the way she did. Sara took in a deep breathe and then put one foot in front of the other, making her way over to him. She might be sick but she told herself to be strong, if she ever needed to be she had to be now.
"They will never just let us be, not until we hate each other or one of us is dead. I have always said I would risk so much for you but the fact is its not a risk, if we carry on like this one day we will have to pay the price." She stated, stopping in front of him. She looked up at the giant Mongolian man and for the first time saw him for what he was, he was a Captain and that alone made him off limits. Part of her wished he would push her away, that would make it easier for them both. "I can not ask you to do that for me anymore, I was foolish to ask you in the first place. I have held onto you as hard as I could and closed my eyes to the chaos in the hope that if I held on long enough, if I fought hard enough, one day things might calm down and we could spend five minuets together without a having to worry about assassins or getting caught by your men or all the other crap that seems to happen."
She felt herself go dizzy again, this time she reached and grabbed a hold of his arm to support herself but let go as soon as she found her feet. She would not touch him, not anymore. "Just, go. I would rather you hate me, because then at least I can not be tempted to say how I feel, at least then what hope I had for us would die and in return you can live." She panted feeling like she had strained herself too much already, as soon as he had done she would go to bed, maybe in the morning she would feel better, or maybe she would wake up reliving the same nightmare she had been living since she came to this damn city.
The spirits were mocking her, they had given him to her just to force her to give him up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 5:16 pm
Bit by bit he was beginning to realize that, as much as he didn’t want to accept it, Sara was right. The Mongolian man’s face was still wrought with incomprehension, but his eyes were igniting with a growing look of dread. Because he knew. He knew it was Odval. It made perfect sense, which was what made it all the more unfortunate in his eyes. But surely-- surely that had been a rite of passage, not a death wish. Not that it wasn't unlike Odval to have it out for anyone, but it was shocking for her son to accept.
Bataar bit his lip, his green eyes flashing as the soul conduit tried to explain. Now that she was putting all of it together-- well, surely that couldn't be true. He cared about his friends, of course. He'd do a lot for his friends. But would he do that much for just a friend? The sheer uncertainty of it all was beginning to set in, and Bat didn't like it. Sara was confusing him, and, he noted, she was beginning to sound a lot more clear-headed than he was. "That is hardly relevant." he choked out, looking deeply distressed. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle were somehow falling together and he was beginning to realize that he'd been touched by something transformative-- but what to call it?
He watched as she got out of the bed, dropping the ceramic shard and inadvertently rubbing his bloodied hand against his face. "For godsake, don't stand up." he moaned, looking as if the very thought caused him some degree of pain. He watched her approach, his eyes filled with barely-concealed loathing. If Odval had poisoned her, then it was more than possible that she was dying. And, he noted, spouting nonsense all the way. He didn't care what she meant, or what she was trying to communicate-- it was making him miserable.
He stared down at the soul conduit mutely, his green eyes continuing to convey his evident agony. "Don't say that." he warned her, certain that she must be delirious. What it implied was also something he was having to come to terms with. That was because it implied that Sara wished that she was more than just a good friend to him. The mere girl he'd met a few years ago was no longer and he was faced instead with a young woman who was convinced that she knew her own mind.
Bat reached for her arm as she steadied herself against him and looked shocked when she pulled away, almost as if she'd been burnt. "Tempted to say what?" he demanded, afraid that she might fall over if even affected by a simple breeze of air. To Bataar, Sarangerel seemed extremely delicate, a mere waif. It was no surprise given his own bulk, but he was having to come to terms with the fact that they were on equal footing-- for the most part, they were equals.
Equals, and maybe more.
He knew he wasn't thinking, wasn't being practical. It made sense that they shouldn't have anything to do with each other, but he hadn't accepted that from the start. Even if Odval was trying to kill Sara, he was going to prevent it because right now he was devastated. The Mongolian took a step forward, clutching thin air for a moment before placing his hands on either side of Sarangerel's arms, his gaze firm. "So you're just going to do this? To make this decision?" he asked, quite seriously. "And then you're going to walk away?" It was a question worth asking, given the predicament he'd ended up in.
In his manner, he was all disappointment. "Because in that case, you're right, Sara. I'll go, but it will have been because you're a Legionnaire that's not worth my time if that's how you think." His words were caustic and stinging, he knew, but he had to make a point somehow. As of yet, he hadn't allowed his allegiance to get the best of him to such an extent. He was surprised that the soul conduit had seemed to cave before he had. That just hadn't seemed to be in her nature.
The Mongol smiled grimly before pulling the girl into an embrace, knowing that she might well push him away at a moment's notice. Maybe he'd just go to an outpost in the North and stay there-- he wouldn't have to deal with Sara or his mother if he did that. If she wanted to chase him away, so be it-- if she thought it was for the best, he'd have to accept that in some way, shape, or form. All the same, he'd mourn the loss.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:28 pm
"I can't make that decision. I have tried to, I have tried to for both our sakes. I have tried and tried but every time my head tells me to run - my heart tells me to find you. I am not strong enough to let you go, so you need to be the one to walk away because if you don't... I might never be able to and it will be the end of us both." She stated shaking her head, her long hair floating behind her like a veil.
You're a Legionnaire that's not worth my time if that's how you think.
Those words hit her like a arrow through the chest, she had done her best to be strong but now she found her vision blurred, she fought back those tears with everything she had however she could not stop them from falling down her cheeks. She was trembling, as he held her tightly in his arms she was trembling. How dare you. "How do you want me to think? You have always said I am too niave and blindly optimistic, however now I am finally seeing sense in what you have been preaching all these months, you say I am not worth your time?" She asked him angrily, though she did not have time nor the strength to slap him like she intended. He had already pulled her into a hug. She told herself to push him away but she could not, she could not be brave forever. She was strong one moment and in the next she found herself weeping into his chest. She had not wept since she was a girl, though this time she felt she was weeping for a valid reason.
She raised her arms and rested them on his chest, her voice calming down to her usual tone. She decided to be honest, maybe that would be enough to make him see sense. Maybe it would scare him away. "My best friend was a Noble, when her father told her to get rid of me she tried to kill me. My first love was a Noble, he kissed me and then scared my face. I was not upset because I was ugly Bataar I was crying that day because he had taken my heart and stamped on it. The last and only man to kiss me ended up trying to rip half my face off so I would not tempt him anymore." She did not know why she was telling him this, she did not know what was going through her mind right now. She was confused and sick and she felt like she was falling through the air.
"However I know you would not hurt me, you have proven that time and time again and that's what I am afraid of. I am not going to let you die for me." She stated, before her voice returned to almost a whisper, her hands clinging onto his clothing as tight as her frail state would allow her. "I do not want you to die for me..."
She closed her eyes, her heart beating in her throat. She knew this had to be done. If he already thought so little of her then nothing else she said would effect him much. "Bataar, I think I might be falling for you. I do not think, I know I am. Its crazy and I have told myself that I am not allowed to feel this way but I can not help it. With each passing day I grow closer to you and if I am allowed to continue I dare not think where we will end up." Her voice was calm, she was not just saying this in the moment it was something she had been battling with for a long time, it just took his joke last night to make her realise it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:53 pm
This was all getting a bit too overdramatic for the man's tastes. He stroked Sara's hair gently, listened to her carefully, but drew what might mainly be considered a blank. Apparently, she'd matured a bit too much in the past few days, although he was noting that she seemed a little stronger than she had a few moments ago. Perhaps the poison was actually wearing off. "Sara, if it's my mother that's been doing this all along then, well, it can't be all that life-threatening." he explained, trying his best not to sound too terribly nonchalant.
Perhaps it was simply that he'd started facing reality a while ago already. He'd already known all of this. "I only wanted you to realize what you were doing. Not that it was a good idea to hate me." he pointed out brusquely, reaching to brush a tear from the soul conduit's face. When was it ever a good idea to give up a man of his superior taste and standing, anyhow? Despite the fact that he was a Noble, he didn't think it made much sense. In the midst of all of this distress, he was beginning to feel shockingly normal-- level-headed, even. He had been worrying about this for months, and now he was realizing that it was useless.
Sara's history disturbed but did not surprise him. "That is not the difference between a Noble and a Legionnaire. It's the difference between a good person and a bad person." he informed the female Lunarian bluntly, looking as if he might well want to take revenge on whatever Noble she'd been crushing on previously. He'd let her leave names out of it-- for now. On impulse, he brushed her bangs away from her face again and gazed at her candidly. "Dear Tengri, you are a hideous beast. Puffy eyes and-- wait, don't tell me that's snot." Bataar couldn't keep a grin from creeping onto his face.
The misery had all become too much for the Mongol, and he was opting instead for a nearly unachievable lightness. How were you supposed to tell someone you cared if you were both ranting about how everyone else tended more or less to strictly conform to their allegiances? It couldn't be done. Besides, he had to put his views into perspective for Sarangerel, and there was no other way without her thinking that he'd walk away, or that he'd hate her for eternity simply because she was a Legionnaire.
And where would they end up? Probably burning in the pits of hell, if Odval had her say in things. If her first three attempts at killing Sarangerel hadn't worked, she'd probably just bide her time, anyway. He probably should have been guilty at feeling such warmth upon hearing Sara's words, but that was one of the things he'd decided he ought to ignore for the time being. Extreme philosophy could come later. In short, now was not the time to whimper or to suddenly grow guilty and regretful. That was, quite frankly, a waste of his time.
Now was not the time for complicated and well thought out speeches in Bataar Jaoret's opinion-- he could communicate that and so much more with a simple movement. And so, philosophy aside, he leaned down and brushed his lips against the Legionnaire's, feeling a thrill run down his spine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:49 pm
He was a idiot, she could not describe how much she wanted to strangle him. Not play strangling like before, actually squeezing until his face went blue, strangling which lead to death. She looked at him as he talked about his mother, that was not the point at the time they did not know she sent him. If someone else had, if one of his superiors had, then he knew how much trouble he would have been in if they found out. Who was being the optimistic one now? Sara remained silent as she listened to him talk, she had lost her fight. He could have hit her and she doubted she would have felt it, she just felt tired and dead and... blah.
She had fought and protested and now she was emotionally and physically drained.
Her pale eyes looked up at him as he removed her bangs from her face, when Jianyu had done it not too long ago she had flinched and turned away. Though when he did it she always remained still. It was the second time he had done it and she did not know what his obsession was, what was so interesting about them. Though deep down she was grateful for it - he knew about them and actually wanted to see her true face. They did not matter to him, as he said she could never look as rough as he did. Though with the nice new addition to her chest she was catching up.
...wait, don't tell me that's snot.
Her face exploded into a blush, it was ridiculous to imagine her skin turning that crimson but clearly it was possible. She instantly raised her hand to her nose to check whilst fighting the urge not to kick him straight in the crown jewels. Why was he acting so weird? She was the one on drugs right? Was he making fun of her? Why? She was pouring her heart out and he was making snot jokes? REALLY NOW? He infuriated her, she had never known a person able to provoke so many extreme emotio- wait, WHAT!
It was one of those moments which seemed to slow time, she felt herself go limp and it was a good thing he was holding on to her so closely, she would have just fallen to his feet otherwise. She felt butterflies in her stomach, flying around so much she felt slightly nauseous. She could feel a odd rush take over her, so much so even the hairs on her arms stood up. For once in the long winded legionaries life she was speechless, people who knew Sara would know how rare that was. In that moment nothing had changed but everything had at the same time, it was still a stupid idea and a kiss did not make it all go away. However now none of that seemed to matter.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck and the mass of thick hair that was covering it. She pulled away for a second, rubbing her nose against his gently. "You always make things so damn difficult." She chuckled, her voice no louder than a whisper, a thick blush painted across her face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:17 pm
Bataar's face broke into a wide grin when he observed Sara's blush. It wasn't often that he saw other Lunarians redden for reasons other than rage, after all. He knew he might act idiotic at times, but he was, for the most part, extremely sincere. He did not think that Sarangerel's scars were disfiguring at all, or that she had any reason to hide them, for that matter. He would rather be able to look into her face in its entirety as opposed to trying to read one half of it.
It was bonus points if you actually managed to get kissed back, too. The captain pulled away, a slight flush high in his cheeks as he observed the Mongolian girl that his mother seemed so set upon killing. She was still blushing rather deeply, but at least it didn't look like they were arguing anymore. He also figured that the poison had, for the most part, worn off. As delirious as Sara was still looking, she no longer appeared to be on the brink of death. That seemed to be a pretty positive observance, in any case. Odval hadn't actually managed to kill the soul conduit standing before him, after all.
He toyed with her hair quietly, not entirely sure of what to say. "You were the problem tonight." he finally spoke, a smirk playing across his lips. Sarangerel had gotten herself targeted by his mother and had then attempted to chase him away, after all. That definitely won the cake for "difficult." He, on the other hand, had simplified everything with a well-placed kiss. That right there was skill.
Okay, well, maybe he was feeling as shy as she was, but he wasn't about to go showing it off. The Mongol embraced the other Lunarian yet again, heaving a ragged sigh of relief. Sometimes it was just good to know he had someone to share with, at the very least. It was also nice to have someone to protect, Legionnaire or not. Sara could fill that role, so long as Odval didn't manage to kill her.
"I think you'd better get some sleep, though." The poison would probably work its way out of her system by morning. Until then, he'd remain.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:44 pm
Now it had time to settle in - she was still amazed. She smiled nervously as he pointed out the obvious. "I guess, that is very true." She chuckled slightly resting her head just under his. Her mind was just running through the events which had unfolded since their first meeting. Looking for hints or signs she might have been blind to before, however instead what came to mind was that moment at the river when she was acting big to scare off what she thought was a bear. Her face flushed, was it warm in here? She felt like she was going to pass out! It was not just her, right? Oh dear, maybe she should just stop thinking... Things seemed to go a lot smother if she stopped her constant over analysing.
It seemed like her hero was trying to get rid of her. Tonight she was having none of that, she knew what he was like with his vanishing acts. "Your going to stay with me though, right? And not disappear for a month in the morning?" She asked with large eyes, her father used to say that she held a spell in those large green eyes of hers. She was always able to get what she wanted out of him. Sara backed off a little, pulling at his hand a little before sitting on the edge of her bed. Then the tiredness hit her, she leaned down and her head fell onto her pillow.
Her hair fell over her face to the point where one bright eye was looking at him through the dark strands, maybe it was a good thing - it was hiding her crimson cheeks after all. He really was adorable, she did not realise it until just now, she doubted many people would expect such actions from him. She giggled slightly treating one of her hands by her face. He was free to do as he wished, be that lay down next to her or held himself to her tea's, she always told him to make himself at home.
She was so happy. She did not care if this moment would not last forever, right not nothing could bring her down.
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