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Mecca sat alone in his shop, a small building nestled in one of the darker corners of Port Cephei snug between two taverns of not such good repute.
It was a modest space, two rooms downstairs, one up but it was all he needed.
He was sat in the main shop, in a worn leather chair, his legs crossed at the knee. Around him magical trinkets of the universe. The harmless and the evil all clustered together on the old, dusty shelves.
Listening to the noises of the foolishly inebriated and those who pandered to their trade he read an old, leatherbound book. It was written in an ancient language. One he had gone to great lengths to learn.
By the light of a single candle he turned the delicate page, smoothing it and continuing to follow the old scrawl with his cold eyes.
It was a modest space, two rooms downstairs, one up but it was all he needed.
He was sat in the main shop, in a worn leather chair, his legs crossed at the knee. Around him magical trinkets of the universe. The harmless and the evil all clustered together on the old, dusty shelves.
Listening to the noises of the foolishly inebriated and those who pandered to their trade he read an old, leatherbound book. It was written in an ancient language. One he had gone to great lengths to learn.
By the light of a single candle he turned the delicate page, smoothing it and continuing to follow the old scrawl with his cold eyes.
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Everytime she was down she found herself by the sea. Even as a child, Port Cephei had been the one place she could go in hopes of being cheered up. The ships had always fascinated her and as she strolled through the streets, a slight smile flickered across her lips in rememberance of a time that seemed so long ago.
She had long given up the overly bouncy gait of skipping in lieu of walking gracefully and with confidence. But today, her normally proud stature seemed to droop a little. Her wings sagged carelessly against her back and her tail swung listlessly in rythmn to her slow, steady pace. Though she appeared to walk aimlessly, she did have a destination in mind.
She knew that he would be there. She honestly had no real reason for wanting to seek him out, other than the fact that despite his coldness, he had been her only true constant friend. Even if his games were unfavorable, at least she knew what to expect from him.
Approaching his shop, she hesitated only for a moment, before she pulled the door open and slipped inside. Closing the door behind her, she let her eyes adjust to the dim light and they fell easily on his crimson face briefly before she began to look around with mild curiosity.
She had long given up the overly bouncy gait of skipping in lieu of walking gracefully and with confidence. But today, her normally proud stature seemed to droop a little. Her wings sagged carelessly against her back and her tail swung listlessly in rythmn to her slow, steady pace. Though she appeared to walk aimlessly, she did have a destination in mind.
She knew that he would be there. She honestly had no real reason for wanting to seek him out, other than the fact that despite his coldness, he had been her only true constant friend. Even if his games were unfavorable, at least she knew what to expect from him.
Approaching his shop, she hesitated only for a moment, before she pulled the door open and slipped inside. Closing the door behind her, she let her eyes adjust to the dim light and they fell easily on his crimson face briefly before she began to look around with mild curiosity.
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Mecca did not look up from his book. He knew who was stood in his shop. She smelled of flowers, a tell tell sign, most people around that area of town stank of booze and fish.
"Evening Covet." He said with a small smirk, tracing a long nail down the volume he was reading to keep his place.
"Are you here to browse, buy ... or do you have something more ... fun on your mind?" He asked giving her a sideways glance and a smirk.
"Evening Covet." He said with a small smirk, tracing a long nail down the volume he was reading to keep his place.
"Are you here to browse, buy ... or do you have something more ... fun on your mind?" He asked giving her a sideways glance and a smirk.
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Her eyes returned to him as he greeted her and small smile crossed her face briefly. She stepped forward as he spoke again and she couldn't stop the chills that ran down her spine at his glance and smirk.
"I'm not sure," she replied softly, stepping close to him and reaching out to pick something up off the shelf to inspect. "Do you have anything for broken hearts," she smirked slightly, knowing what his answer would be to that. She set the object down and turned her bright green eyes down to him.
"I'm not sure," she replied softly, stepping close to him and reaching out to pick something up off the shelf to inspect. "Do you have anything for broken hearts," she smirked slightly, knowing what his answer would be to that. She set the object down and turned her bright green eyes down to him.
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At her request he laughed and closed the book carefully.
"You know he would do it one day." He said standing with a finesse that did not suit his surroundings.
"Alas, I have nothing for broken hearts, such things do not effect me ... nor do they interest me." Sighing he crossed to one of the loaded shelves and returned the book. It appeared the evening would not be quite so quiet as he had wished. "I have things that would hurt him." He said walking slowly towards her, invading her personal space. "Things that would return the pain you feel here." He said softly, tracing his nail almost to the location of her heart. He paused and brought his other hand up to her smooth cheek.
"But, no. You wouldn't go for such a thing. Not sweet, pure Covet."
"You know he would do it one day." He said standing with a finesse that did not suit his surroundings.
"Alas, I have nothing for broken hearts, such things do not effect me ... nor do they interest me." Sighing he crossed to one of the loaded shelves and returned the book. It appeared the evening would not be quite so quiet as he had wished. "I have things that would hurt him." He said walking slowly towards her, invading her personal space. "Things that would return the pain you feel here." He said softly, tracing his nail almost to the location of her heart. He paused and brought his other hand up to her smooth cheek.
"But, no. You wouldn't go for such a thing. Not sweet, pure Covet."
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She watched him closely as he neared her. She was very aware of the fact that was in his domain now. She wasn't within the warm, safe confines of Veronica any longer. There would be no Matador to save her this time. She swallowed hard as his nail slid easily down her chest and she looked up into his eyes. Her eyes started to close at the caress on her cheek, but she pulled away from him to put some distance between them instead, a small frown marring her pale face.
"What good would it do? It won't change anything," she said, ignoring the fact that her pulse was racing.
"What good would it do? It won't change anything," she said, ignoring the fact that her pulse was racing.
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"True." He said with a small shrug as she pulled away. She was so, so easy to reel in. Although he did not feel much emotion, he appreciated beautiful objects. Covet was most definietly a beautiful object. Her self destructive capabilities most desirable. "but it would be fun to watch."
He regarded her for a moment, smirking broadly.
"How about this then," He began, approaching her once more and pinning her to the workbench with his hip. His hand slipped to her hair as it had on so many occasions and he bent to whisper in her ear. "I can help you to forget."
He regarded her for a moment, smirking broadly.
"How about this then," He began, approaching her once more and pinning her to the workbench with his hip. His hand slipped to her hair as it had on so many occasions and he bent to whisper in her ear. "I can help you to forget."
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Her eyes dropped away from his. She had to admit she did wish that Matador could feel the pain she was feeling at the moment. A slightly malicious smirk slipped across her lips as her thoughts caused her to drop her guard for a moment. Before she knew it he was standing before her again and her heart skipped a beat as he pinned her against the workbench. Her eyes flew to his stoney grey ones in surprise, then looked past his shoulder as he leaned in over her.
She knew, just like she had always known, that his offer was dangerous. But just as before, she couldn't think straight with him so close, with his breath caressing her ear, and his hand in her hair. Swallowing hard, her eyes closed.
"How?" she barely whispered above the pounding of her heart.
She knew, just like she had always known, that his offer was dangerous. But just as before, she couldn't think straight with him so close, with his breath caressing her ear, and his hand in her hair. Swallowing hard, her eyes closed.
"How?" she barely whispered above the pounding of her heart.
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Mecca smiled at her question, so predictable and exactly what he wanted to hear. It had been a while since he had been invited to play such games.
"Do you remember, when I used to try to explain to you how releasing pain could be?" He murmered to her ear, tigtening his hand ih her hair slightly. He didn't want to get too carried away too soon. She would run off and he would be all worked up with no outlet. "It can make it all go away Covet, if you try to enjoy it."
"Do you remember, when I used to try to explain to you how releasing pain could be?" He murmered to her ear, tigtening his hand ih her hair slightly. He didn't want to get too carried away too soon. She would run off and he would be all worked up with no outlet. "It can make it all go away Covet, if you try to enjoy it."
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Covet knew with every fiber in her being that she should push him away now. Their last encounter was still fresh in her mind, but just as before, she couldn't tell him no. Her curiosity was too strong and she wanted to make the ache in her heart go away so badly. Slowly she lifted a hand to place it lightly against his face.
"Please," she replied softly, her own fingers slipping up into his silky red hair.
"Please," she replied softly, her own fingers slipping up into his silky red hair.
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Mecca smiled, at last he had won. Not only the prize of Covet, but a victory over that red haired moron. He had his precious adoptee in his clutches. The irony, Mecca always gave her the attention she craved and he gave it genuinely.
"Come with me Covet." He said sliding his hand down to hers and allowing his teeth to graze her neck. "I'll take you places he never could." Giving her one of his cold smiles he stepped back, his hand lightly in hers should she wish to run, leading her to the stairs.
"Come with me Covet." He said sliding his hand down to hers and allowing his teeth to graze her neck. "I'll take you places he never could." Giving her one of his cold smiles he stepped back, his hand lightly in hers should she wish to run, leading her to the stairs.
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She shivered as his teeth grazed her neck softly and she allowed him to take her hand in his. Her eyes opened as he stepped back and she had to wait just a moment before she could trust her legs to carry her as he started towards the stairs. Tightening her hold on his hand, she grew more nervous with each step they took.
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Mecca's emotionless eyes watched Covet in her exhausted sleep. She had suprised him, a lot in her willingness to escape. It added to his hatred of Matador, that he could inspire someone to lose themselves so much that they would do things against their nature.
It made him glad he did not feel.
Even with an arm around the sleeping shu, her warm body against his, he felt nothing, no dislike for her, yet no like either. As it concerned him that she could feel so empty, it concerned him that he could do nothing for her. He couldn't give her the affection she needed. Her visit to him was a wasted one.
It made him glad he did not feel.
Even with an arm around the sleeping shu, her warm body against his, he felt nothing, no dislike for her, yet no like either. As it concerned him that she could feel so empty, it concerned him that he could do nothing for her. He couldn't give her the affection she needed. Her visit to him was a wasted one.
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Her wing shifted in her sleep and the dull ache from such a simple action began to stir her. She felt warm and cold at the same time. Sighing softly it ended in a low groan as she tried to move closer to the warm body next to her. Her eyes opened slowly to look directly into the cold blue-grey eyes that were focused solely on her. They always reminded her of the large thunderheads that would roll slowly in off the sea. Always cold, always dangerous, but she couldn't help but be fascinated by the power behind them, just like the power he held over her.
Her body ached in ways she couldn't imagine, but she didn't fear him or hate him for it. She never could hate him. Even now as she was pressed against him and she could feel the cold distance he maintained between them, she couldn't hate him, not like she had Matador.
For once in her life, she honestly didn't know what to say, as she continued to watch his eyes, waiting for some kind of cue of what she should do.
Her body ached in ways she couldn't imagine, but she didn't fear him or hate him for it. She never could hate him. Even now as she was pressed against him and she could feel the cold distance he maintained between them, she couldn't hate him, not like she had Matador.
For once in her life, she honestly didn't know what to say, as she continued to watch his eyes, waiting for some kind of cue of what she should do.
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Mecca watched her, watching him. She was unsure, calm but unsure. He felt a barrier had been removed with their actions. She had been willing to trust him, in a twisted way. He would always remember that.
"How do you feel?" He asked moving his arm from around her and bringing it to rest on her face again. He half wanted to believe that he had helped her, in the only way he knew how. "Did it go away?"
"How do you feel?" He asked moving his arm from around her and bringing it to rest on her face again. He half wanted to believe that he had helped her, in the only way he knew how. "Did it go away?"
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"Yes," she replied softly. And it truly had, for the time being at least. For the first time since she had met him, she understood what it was he had been trying to explain to her. Yes, it hurt and she still hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. Better than the feeling of her heart being ripped to shreds as she had watched from the dark staircase as Matador and Enoch confessed their love for each other and she had realized that she truly never would have him, that she would always be little Covie to him. Even now, the pain helped her to forget. She knew it would be wasted, but she turned her head slightly so she could press a soft kiss to his palm, then reached out to slip her arm around him so she could twist his hair gently between her fingers.
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Mecca looked at his palm in confusion. It was such a simple gesture, one of affection. Something he didn't understand, not in the terms of gentleness anyway. Watching her still, he allowed the lazy silence to play between them as she played with his hair, he looked at her lips, he thought he could kiss them, but knew he would get violent, as the night before.
"You can stay here, if you don't want to go back." He said flatly. "You'll be safe. No one that shady will come near the shop. They are scared of me." He continued, his eyes still on hers.
He knew he should move, make ... what was it? Breakfast? or some such nourishment. Get out of the strange intimacy between them.
"You can stay here, if you don't want to go back." He said flatly. "You'll be safe. No one that shady will come near the shop. They are scared of me." He continued, his eyes still on hers.
He knew he should move, make ... what was it? Breakfast? or some such nourishment. Get out of the strange intimacy between them.
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His offer surprised her really. She would have figured that now he had gotten what he wanted from her, that he would not want to have anything to do with her anymore. She nodded, not comitting, but not refusing either. Just simply acknowledging his offer. Chewing lightly on a slightly bruised lip, she watched him for a moment longer, before sitting up, trying her best not to make a sound as the movement made muscles she didn't know she had scream in agony. Releasing the breath she had been holding she slowly got up and got dressed.
"Just bread and water, right?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him as she braided her hair.
"Just bread and water, right?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him as she braided her hair.
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Mecca watched her for a moment before rising himself. He was used to the pain. He knew how to embrace it and make use of its strains.
"You could get something else if you wish." He said as he dressed and ran a hand through his blood red hair. "There are bakeries out on the seafront."
Kneeling he smoothed the blanket over the bed on the floor and stood again.
"Tell me if the pain is too bad, I'm a druid, I can do something for it." Frowning a little he walked out of the room and into the shop.
"You could get something else if you wish." He said as he dressed and ran a hand through his blood red hair. "There are bakeries out on the seafront."
Kneeling he smoothed the blanket over the bed on the floor and stood again.
"Tell me if the pain is too bad, I'm a druid, I can do something for it." Frowning a little he walked out of the room and into the shop.
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Covet watched him as she finished with her hair and arched a brow as he left her. The truth was, she could do something about it if she wished as well, but a) her heart wasn't into singing right now and b) she was half tempted to take him up on his offer just because she could. Tossing her heavy braid over her shoulder, she followed him slowly down the stairs to the shop. There was so much to see and she wanted to see it all, but she was still tired and settled for curling up in the seat that he had been occupying when she had first entered the shop. Picking up a random book nearby, she opened it.
"What could you do if I did want you to?" she asked, flipping the pages gently without really reading any of them.
"What could you do if I did want you to?" she asked, flipping the pages gently without really reading any of them.
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"heal you." He said with a smirk as she settled down in the seat, his seat. Shrugging he lit a fire in the stone hearth and placed a kettle on a hook over it.
Letting her read in silence he pulled out a large chest and started to pull out different herbs to throw into the kettle.
"How do you occupy your time?" He asked her as he waited for the water to boil.
Letting her read in silence he pulled out a large chest and started to pull out different herbs to throw into the kettle.
"How do you occupy your time?" He asked her as he waited for the water to boil.
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Resting the book on her knee, she closed her eyes as she pulled her knee up to her chest so she could rest her head on it. After a moment, she opened them again and turned her bright green eyes to him.
"Occupy my time?" she repeated with a small smirk. "I work a lot at the bar. Cooking and cleaning during the day and entertaining at night. When I'm not there wander around to different cities, exploring, meeting new shutensa," she replied with a small shrug. She was never still it seemed. "I write songs and music too. What do you do to occupy your time?" she asked, watching him now.
"Occupy my time?" she repeated with a small smirk. "I work a lot at the bar. Cooking and cleaning during the day and entertaining at night. When I'm not there wander around to different cities, exploring, meeting new shutensa," she replied with a small shrug. She was never still it seemed. "I write songs and music too. What do you do to occupy your time?" she asked, watching him now.
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"I work here." He said folding his arms and leaning against the work bench. "I sell items and I research ones people bring to me. Sometimes I explore, of an evening I read." He shrugged as the kettle bagan to whistle and took it off its hook. Pouring it into a clay mug he swirled it around a little and handed it to her.
"For the pain." He said simply turning back to his bench and taking up a small pendant to examine.
"For the pain." He said simply turning back to his bench and taking up a small pendant to examine.
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She looked down into the mug he handed her, then looked back up to watch him again. If she didn't know better she would guess that he actually cared. Smirking at that thought, she lifted the mug to her lips to take a sip. This was much easier than singing and if she had wanted to do any real repairs, she would have had to have her mandolin as well. Too much effort at the moment, she thought as she took another sip.
"Have you been on the ships? The airships I mean?" she asked, tilting her head a little to get a better look at the pendant he was holding.
"Have you been on the ships? The airships I mean?" she asked, tilting her head a little to get a better look at the pendant he was holding.
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"Yes." He said crossing to the bookshelf and pulling out a dusty volume. "I travelled many places on them." He tucked the book under his arm and grabbed a stool from the workbench. Setting it down next to the chair Covet was sitting in he sat and opened the book on his knees. "You see this." He said holding the pendant out to her.
"A captain of one of those ships brought it to me yesterday. He is paying me to discover what it does." He handed her the pendant and flicked to the index of the book. "Depending on what I discover, he may sell it to me."
"A captain of one of those ships brought it to me yesterday. He is paying me to discover what it does." He handed her the pendant and flicked to the index of the book. "Depending on what I discover, he may sell it to me."
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She cupped the mug in one hand and reached out to take the pendant from him. Lifting her arm, she brought the pendant to eye level and watched it spin around. It was really quite lovely. Reaching out, she set her mug down and lifted her head from her knee so she could examine it closer.
"What if it doesn't do anything? What if it's just pretty?" she asked, looking up at him through royal purple bangs. Again the memory she had of searching for seashells with him popped into her mind. She remembered how she had tried hard to get him to understand how things that couldn't feel could be pretty too. "What happens to it then?"
"What if it doesn't do anything? What if it's just pretty?" she asked, looking up at him through royal purple bangs. Again the memory she had of searching for seashells with him popped into her mind. She remembered how she had tried hard to get him to understand how things that couldn't feel could be pretty too. "What happens to it then?"
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Mecca watched her admire the pendant and shrugged as he ran his finger down the worn page.
"If it is just pretty, then I have little interest in it. Though, I can get good money for things that are pretty. I would have to sell it to a jewlers, no respectable customers come to me for business."
He smirked and continued to read.
"What do you think? Pretty or useful?"
"If it is just pretty, then I have little interest in it. Though, I can get good money for things that are pretty. I would have to sell it to a jewlers, no respectable customers come to me for business."
He smirked and continued to read.
"What do you think? Pretty or useful?"
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She looked back down at the pendant and let it dangle from its chain. Watching it sway back and forth, catching the subtle firelight from the hearth, she couldn't see how it could be terribly useful. It was so small. But she also knew that that didn't necessarily mean anything.
"Both. Regardless if it is useful or not to you, it's still pretty and if you end up selling it to a jewler it will become useful to who ever buys it, But if not, then it's useful to you for your purposes," she replied, looking back up at him. She reached out for her mug and took another sip of the herbal mix. She could feel the aches in her body slowly start to fade.
"Why do you sell such... questionable items?" she asked.
"Both. Regardless if it is useful or not to you, it's still pretty and if you end up selling it to a jewler it will become useful to who ever buys it, But if not, then it's useful to you for your purposes," she replied, looking back up at him. She reached out for her mug and took another sip of the herbal mix. She could feel the aches in her body slowly start to fade.
"Why do you sell such... questionable items?" she asked.
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Mecca gave a cold smile as he listened to her. She had more brains than most Shu gave her credit for he really did wonder why she wasted her time with them.
"Because I may gain money to buy more ... magical items. Such things interest me. We may learn much from them, about ourselves, other cultures. It is facinating."
Finding nothing he closed the book and stood to swap it for another one.
"Why do you consort with those who don't appreciate you?" He asked, his red fingers tracing the patterns on the blue leather.
"Because I may gain money to buy more ... magical items. Such things interest me. We may learn much from them, about ourselves, other cultures. It is facinating."
Finding nothing he closed the book and stood to swap it for another one.
"Why do you consort with those who don't appreciate you?" He asked, his red fingers tracing the patterns on the blue leather.
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A slight frown creased her brow at his question and she gripped the pendant tightly in her palm.
"Don't appreciate me? I don't understand," she said, though deep down she had an idea of what he was getting at. "Everybody adores me." Then why did she feel like that wasn't enough? She loved making people laugh and having them coo over her, but deep down, she knew something was missing. She just wasn't sure what.
"Don't appreciate me? I don't understand," she said, though deep down she had an idea of what he was getting at. "Everybody adores me." Then why did she feel like that wasn't enough? She loved making people laugh and having them coo over her, but deep down, she knew something was missing. She just wasn't sure what.
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Mecca gave a colder smirk than usual and ipened the book.
"Yes, they do don't they." He said smoothly. "Then why are you here?" His eyes remained on the page, though he read nothing. "Why come to me and not a friend who would comfort you, make you safe ... or whatever it is you do for each other in a crisis." Thinking for a moment he looked up and gave her a cruel smile.
"And if everyone adores you so, why is it not your love the hero was seeking?"
"Yes, they do don't they." He said smoothly. "Then why are you here?" His eyes remained on the page, though he read nothing. "Why come to me and not a friend who would comfort you, make you safe ... or whatever it is you do for each other in a crisis." Thinking for a moment he looked up and gave her a cruel smile.
"And if everyone adores you so, why is it not your love the hero was seeking?"
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The pain that he had inflicted upon her the night before was nothing compared to the pain that shot through her at his words. Her eyes narrowed and she gripped the pendant so tight that one of the points pierced her palm. Rising to her feet, she carelessly tossed the jewelry to the workbench and walked up to him. Pulling the book from his hands, she tossed it aside as well, and her angry green eyes held his.
"I came to you because you are my friend and I do feel safe with you. I knew out of everyone that you would be the only one that could help me, but instead you only drive the knife in deeper," she paused and looked him over for a second, then returned her eyes to his. "Are you satisfied now? What I gave you last night was obviously not enough, so are you satisfied now?"
"I came to you because you are my friend and I do feel safe with you. I knew out of everyone that you would be the only one that could help me, but instead you only drive the knife in deeper," she paused and looked him over for a second, then returned her eyes to his. "Are you satisfied now? What I gave you last night was obviously not enough, so are you satisfied now?"
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"The truth is painful, isn't it." He said softly, standing snd brushing her out the way. "You came here to use the release I could give you Covet. Not for friendship." He smirked again and picked up the book. In silence he inspected it. There was no damage to its value.
"You know my nature, as you know I will not beg for your forgiveness. I may have twisted the knife but I was not the one to drive it in."
He placed the book on a mahogany side table and stepped back towards her.
"I live in peace, when your keeper finds out you have been here it is I who will pay for it. Then, you knew that. The one way you could have him running to your rescue." With a slight sneer he raised an eyebrow and turned away. Enough was enough.
"You know my nature, as you know I will not beg for your forgiveness. I may have twisted the knife but I was not the one to drive it in."
He placed the book on a mahogany side table and stepped back towards her.
"I live in peace, when your keeper finds out you have been here it is I who will pay for it. Then, you knew that. The one way you could have him running to your rescue." With a slight sneer he raised an eyebrow and turned away. Enough was enough.
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"You're wrong Mecca," she said, brushing past him. She could feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes, but she would not waste them on him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how deeply he had wounded her. Fluffing her wings irritably, she went to the door and pulled it open to step out into the stale stench of the dingy alley. Slamming the door behind her, she reached up to brush a tear away before walking blindly away.
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Mecca rolled his eyes as she left the shop and watched her dissapear down the street. Shaking his head he sat at the workbench and studied the pendant once more. Sighing he wiped the spot of blood off the part that had dug into her hand.
This was why he stayed well enough away from that lot. He felt, but not in the same way. He could not cope with their fragile emotions and needs. Why didn't the stupid girl go to one of her normal friends.
This was why he stayed well enough away from that lot. He felt, but not in the same way. He could not cope with their fragile emotions and needs. Why didn't the stupid girl go to one of her normal friends.
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She had no idea how long she had been sitting on the beach, staring out at the horizon. The sky was overcast and she couldn't judge the time by the sun. Not that she would have cared. She wasn't ready to go back to the bar and pretend that everything was alright. That she hadn't heard the confession that had broken her heart. Mecca had been right, of course. She had known it would happen eventually, but she had clung to the small hope that maybe Matador would see her in the same way she saw him.
Dropping her eyes she reached out and traced lines in the sand. Mecca had been right about a lot of things, except for one. She had not turned to him to use him as a means of escape. She had turned to him because out of all the shutensa she had met, she honestly knew where she stood with him. That he wouldn't coddle her. That he would know exactly what she needed and not treat her like the child she once was. She just wished the truth did not hurt so much. Sniffing lightly, she brushed away another stray tear. Why couldn't he have just let things be?
Dropping her eyes she reached out and traced lines in the sand. Mecca had been right about a lot of things, except for one. She had not turned to him to use him as a means of escape. She had turned to him because out of all the shutensa she had met, she honestly knew where she stood with him. That he wouldn't coddle her. That he would know exactly what she needed and not treat her like the child she once was. She just wished the truth did not hurt so much. Sniffing lightly, she brushed away another stray tear. Why couldn't he have just let things be?
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Mecca walked back from the ship enjoying the cool afternoon air. I had turned out that the pendant was useless, though not worthless it seemed. Mecca had managed to negociate a suitable sum of money for the item in order to sell it on.
As he walked back along the seafront he noticed a familiar figure sat on the beach. Covet. At first he continued on, it was not his business ... though he knew he couldn't leave her there. The beach was fine by day but at night resting there was like walking into a tavern and insulting the landlords mother.
Slipping the pendant into his jacket pocket he walked down to the sand and sat on the ground next to her.
"My offer still stands." He said leaning forward on his knees. "You may stay with me if you wish. I will judge you no further."
As he walked back along the seafront he noticed a familiar figure sat on the beach. Covet. At first he continued on, it was not his business ... though he knew he couldn't leave her there. The beach was fine by day but at night resting there was like walking into a tavern and insulting the landlords mother.
Slipping the pendant into his jacket pocket he walked down to the sand and sat on the ground next to her.
"My offer still stands." He said leaning forward on his knees. "You may stay with me if you wish. I will judge you no further."
