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Post by Tismri on Oct 25, 2008 11:13:10 GMT -5
"Come in," Marola said quietly. She stared for a few seconds into a candle flame nearby, wondering again why she was doing this to herself. It never made sense to her when he wasn't there. She clearly knew he would hurt her. But when he was there...it never seemed to matter. She knew he really didn't care for her. Didn't love her.
Caleb loved me. The thought pierced her heart and she threw it out of her mind. She and Caleb could not, and would not, ever be.
At least Tyr is on the same side as I, was the thought that replaced the first.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 26, 2008 19:24:37 GMT -5
Tyr creaked the door open and walked in. Closely the door with his right hand, but facing Marola, he gave her a charismatic smile.
"Good evening." Tyr responded as he moved quietly and lithely, like an animal stalking its prey, towards her. His eyes scanned her dress, pleased with her apparel. "You look lovely." He told her as he motioned to sit next to her.
He sat, facing her, and placed his hand on her thigh, while the other caressed her cheek. "I'm glad you've come to your senses." He whispered in her ear, referring to leaving Caleb and staying with the Empire.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 26, 2008 19:53:18 GMT -5
Marola smiled slightly as Tyr touched her, leaning closer to him.
"Well, I probably would have left if it weren't for you," she said, kissing his cheek. "This is just my little way of saying 'thank you.'"
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Post by Max452 on Oct 26, 2008 20:11:43 GMT -5
"Hmm..." He responded, enjoying the touch of her lips. "That would indeed been a terrible occurrence." He mumbled as his hand moved up her thigh. "Well, I think you should say "thank you" more often." He pushed her gently down on the couch and kissed her neck.
OOC: so I'm thinking we fast forward....lol.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 26, 2008 20:22:41 GMT -5
OOC: next morning. lol!
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Post by Max452 on Oct 26, 2008 20:45:45 GMT -5
OOC: Yay! lol.
In the morning, Tyr silently crept out of bed and began to dress; his usual routine. He placed his pants on and sat back onto the bed and proceeded to put his boots on.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 26, 2008 20:58:42 GMT -5
"Leaving already?" Marola asked Tyr, watching him go through his normal routine of dressing himself.
"What am I talking about? Of course you're leaving...and more than likely you'll be in some other woman's bed tonight." She rolled her eyes and pulled the covers up closer over her, letting out a fake sigh of exasperation.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 26, 2008 21:31:10 GMT -5
Tyr sighed, familiar with the condescension. He stopped putting on his boots. "You are truly one that isn't pleased easily." He muttered and rolled over so that he was fully back on the bed. "Now you know I'll always love ya." He leaned on his arm as he pulled the covers from her face. Always and never. He thought as he pulled at the covers.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 26, 2008 22:05:42 GMT -5
"Sure," Marola said as he pulled at her covers, "which is why you always leave." She rolled her eyes again, then touched Tyr's face softly and gave him a quick kiss.
"Go ahead and go. With luck, I'll be able to catch some sleep before I have to get up." She smiled, a little amused at the thought that Tyr needed her permission to leave.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 31, 2008 20:28:34 GMT -5
Tyr accepted the peck and then rolled back to continue to dress. "I leave because I have things to do." He replied as he placed his tunic over him. He finished dressing and headed out. "I'll see you soon." He told her absentmindedly.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 31, 2008 20:55:21 GMT -5
"Sure," Marola muttered to herself as the door closed, "and you'll probably be flirting with another woman when I see you next...if for any reason, just to make me jealous." She fell back against the pillows, growing angry with herself. But...she had to admit that she had enjoyed her night. It had made her feel more alive than she had felt for a while. She almost allowed herself a smile, the tiniest glimmer of hope in her saying he actually did love her. She knew it wasn't true, of course, but she couldn't stop herself from wishing it. As she drifted close to sleep again, she felt a kind of buzzing in her mind, but thought nothing of it.
About an hour later, Marola got out of bed and dressed herself in her leather outfit again, strapping her weapons to her back. She knew that she would have to complete her assigned mission of destroying the group of soldiers who were joining both Varden and Empire. In her opinion, they were the worst kind of traitors.
As she put her room back to normal, she felt the buzzing in her mind more intensely. It felt like someone trying desperately trying to get into her mind. Annoyed, she finally let it in. She sensation made her drop to her knees. The mind...his mind...felt new, yet familiar. Denial sprang into her mind, trying to make excuses about what it was. But she knew it was true.
"It can't be...I can't..."
I'm pregnant!
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Post by Max452 on Nov 1, 2008 16:14:32 GMT -5
Tyr wandered about the castle with nothing to really do. He decided to go torment some of the servants in the kitchen instead.
OOC: Ha! I have no idea what to do now. lol. I have no idea what the plot is in this one.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 7, 2008 13:19:54 GMT -5
OOC: meanwhile, elsewhere in Alagaesia...lol, back to the first point of this thread.
Jeriah awoke in the bed of her treehouse with a smile on her face. She was home and Lathem was free. But then she realized that she needed to go to the Varden as soon as possible. They had, no doubt, heard of her death. But now she needed to go and let them know that she was, indeed, very much alive now.
Oranthor looked at her and they gave each other an aknowledging glance.
"Let's stop by Lathem's house first and let Zamah know where we are going," she told him as she climbed onto his back.
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