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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 0:14:10 GMT -5
Jack waited impatiently for the arrival of Eron. She had so many questions for her friend, but most of all, she was filled with odd happy emotions that her friend was alive. She huffed. She hoped she wasn't becoming a softie. She glanced at Samuel, knowing that he was probably more affected with the news of Eron's survival. She just hoped that this would knock some clarity in her male commander; she was always the one who had to sober him up for the next day and was quite pitifully tired of his self-inflicted misery. She wondered how Eron would react if she found out about Samuel's alcholism.
The image of Eron coming toward them snapped her out of her thoughts. She smirked as Eron waved. "Fighting hard and living free, Commander." She replied with mirth, before narrowing her eyes at her. "You, Commander, have a lot of explaining to do! I expect a full explanation of everything! Or, so help me, Shepard, I'll be the first to tear you apart!" She huffed out before turning sharply on her heels. "You know where to find me!" She shouted back as she headed off to her own tent, having been satisfied that Eron was indeed alive. She would get her own answers later, right now, she had a feeling that the Captain had the right to know first, much to her own pride's dismay.
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A thin smile threatened to merge on Sam's face as he watched Jack engage in her small tantrum. He honestly expected more from the woman, but perhaps she was actually letting her own anger go to allow him and Eron to speak. "Welcome, Commander Shepard, and to your friends as well; our men are indebted to all of you." He gestured toward the main path that led to the main kitchen. "Please, you all must be hungry, we've prepared food for you all." He announced to them, but never really taking his eyes of of Eron. He did his best to with hold his emotions as he was unsure of many things now. He figured that being distant at first would be the best approach until they could speak privately.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 0:25:30 GMT -5
Eron smirked as Jack threatened her. She very much planned to explain everything to her friend, but she wanted to put that off for another time. "Whatever you say, Jack," she called back as the woman retreated. Her eyes then settled on Sam, and she held his gaze tightly.
"Thank you for your gracious provisions, Captain," she said. "I hope you didn't spend too much of your rations on account of us." She didn't take her eyes off him for a second as she said, "You two go on ahead. I am going to have a long talk with the captain." Her squadmates hesitated, but then followed her orders. "I'm not very hungry," she explained to him. She looked at him expectantly. "You have somewhere private we can talk?" she asked him.
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 0:46:33 GMT -5
"It'll be all right; Surda is sending us some more supplies in the next few days." Sam replied as he watched the two magicans hesitantly head toward the feasting. His eyes fixed themselves on Eron. He wasn't very hungry either...he hadn't been in two years. He gave her a quiet nod. "We can talk in my tent." He informed her before leading her to his tent. He stopped at the flap as if he remembered something. "I apologize for the mess....I don't allow visitors here anymore." He explained to her briefly, but choosing to not elaborate on his anti social behavior that he had adapted since her supposed death. He entered into the tent, which was fairly large, considering he was the Captain. The tent had two main rooms: a council room and his own sleeping quarters that was separated by a partition. Upon entering, Sam quickly began picking up some empty bottles that he had forgotten to pick up last night. He glanced around, spotted the lamp, and lit it for her before disappearing behind the partition. "Please, take a seat anywhere..." He yelled to her through the partition as he scrambled to pick up a mass of bottles that were littered across his bedroom floor; he threw then into a large leather satchel, in hopes of having them crushed and reused to make glass for the houses in Melian.
Little did Sam realize, when he had disappeared behind the partition, the flap had angled itself awkwardly, allowing a good two inches view of the scattered mess. It had a good view of the bed, which seemed like it hadn't been used in months, and a chest beside the bed that was open, revealing some of Eron's personal affects, indicating that Sam had looked at it often. Next to the chest, and beside the edge of the bed to the floor, one could see that the rug on the floor was well used by someone who sat there often. A clatter was heard as Sam accidently kicked a bottle aside. "Forgive me, I'll be out in a minute." He told Eron as he stuffed the remaining empty bottles in the satchel and he organized the full ones on his writing table. He finished his quick cleaning and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor before reemerging before Eron. "Sorry, again. Do you care for a drink?" He asked her as he went to get two clean cups. He had never drunk alcohol before two years ago as he always found it imparitive of the senses, but the past two years, he had come to welcome that inhibition. He set the cups on the table and poured the hard liquid into the cups. Still feeling a bit awkward, Sam grabbed his glass and sat down on a chair, opposite of Eron. He sat there silently, unsure of how to speak with her; how strange - he could once recall how easy it was to talk to her.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 13:26:01 GMT -5
Eron followed Sam into his tent and was immediately shocked by the sight of empty bottles littering the floor. He quickly picked them up and told her to sit down, but she was rather stunned. Sam never drank, or at least he didn't when she last saw him. Despite herself, she still had difficulty comprehending that two whole years had passed. She sat in a chair and watched him in the other room. She saw the chest in the other room and recognized her belongings. The fact that it was still open let her know that he had been looking at it recently. She felt a pang of guilt. She knew it was her death that had put him in this state. She could tell by listening that he was gathering endless bottles of liquor in the other room.
When he came out and joined her, he offered her some drink. She shook her head at it. She took the glass out of his hand and set it aside, taking his hand in hers. The silence between them was unbearable.
"I didn't believe it at first," she said, her brow furrowed. "It really has been two years?"
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 14:35:24 GMT -5
Sam watched in silence as the glass in his hand was removed from him. He stared at Eron carefully, wondering what she was thinking and where she had been for the past two years. He felt his heart rate increase as she took his hand. He stared at their joined hands for a minute as she finally broke the silence between them. He nodded his head slowly to her question. "Yes. Two very long years." His voice whispered as he turned her hand over with his, seemingly inspecting it with his other hand. The warmth of her hand seemed to confirm the liveliness of the person in front of him. "You have no idea how many nights I have dreamed that you would be here...in front of me." He gazed up at her. "Where have you been, Eron? And why did you fake your own death?" Sam's eyes reflected some hurt, but mostly of questions and yearning. He had missed her dearly and suspected that the only way that she would be alive was that Lady Nasuada had her fake her own death for some covert mission, but he wanted to hear the answer from her own lips. He wanted to know what kept them apart for so long. His fingers began tracing her palm as his gazed drifted downward to their hands again, a playful habit he had used to do with her.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 17:24:23 GMT -5
Eron stared down at their hands while she considered his question. She could read his expression and knew he wasn't upset with her, at least not as much as she had feared. His finger tracing her palm was the most familiar thing in the world to her, and she felt herself relaxing.
"I didn't fake my death, Sam," she told him. "I was as close to it as a person could be without crossing the line. When the explosion hit me...I don't know. I didn't really have time to think. But I knew I was going to die. I didn't feel agitated or at peace. I just...knew. But then, next thing I know, I'm waking up in a strange room with strangers around me. Two years passed without me and now I'm expected to jump right back into the space I'd left." She shook her head, her thoughts shifting. "No, not right back where I'd left. Now it's all upside down and inside out, and I can hardly make sense of it."
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 19:38:28 GMT -5
Sam listened carefully to Eron's explanation. His body tensed slightly at the mention of her death. What caused him some worry was that someone very powerful had altered her fate. Silently he was grateful for their intervention, but cautious about the debt that they would come to collect from her. His eyes lifted from his hands and toward her own eyes. "I can't imagine what you are experiencing; to wake up and find that things have changed." His hand movements ceased. "I don't expect anything from you, Eron, but I want to let you know : my feelings for you have only increased since you left. I don't know what you expect of me..." he paused, unsure if their relationship would ne too stressful for her as she tried to situate herself with life again or if she wished to continue their relationship once more.
However he knew, he was not the same man he was two years ago. "But, I want you to know that I will be here for you in any way you wish to." He gave her a reassuring smile. "What can I do to help you? " Sam asked her.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 20:33:04 GMT -5
Eron smiled as Sam assured her that he still loved her. It had crossed her mind that he may have moved on during the two year; but since all her thoughts, instincts, and emotions were still stuck two years in the past, she knew she would have been shocked and heartbroken if he had. She shook her head slightly when he asked if there was anything he could do.
"In the long run, I don't know. I fully intend to return to the Varden, and soon. But at the moment, my hands are rather tied when it comes to my fate. I owe a debt to the people who saved my life, but I don't trust them. I never will." She looked away for a moment. What would Sam think when he learn that she was working under the Black Hand? That was a topic she rather wanted to avoid.
"As for the present," she said, standing up. She walked around the table and sat on his lap, gazing intensely into his eyes. "You and I have some lost time to make up for..." She settled her lips against his, her entire being yearning for him.
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 22:25:22 GMT -5
Sam scrunched his brow in a tight v formation at the mention of those that had revived her from the dead. If Eron did not trust them than something was amiss; her judge of character was extraordinary. He was about to ask her about their identity when her next movement chased away any other thoughts. She settled across his lap then and caused that old familiar warmth to rekindle his heart. It had been so long since he felt loved that he was momentarily. caught off guard. He had dreamt for her so many times that he thought he was dreaming again when her soft lips touched his. Hesitant at first, Sam soon returned the kiss with more fervor. One hand slipped behind her back, pressing her close while the other held her legs against him. After a few minutes he parted from her for breath. "Will your bodyguards mind you staying here tonight?" His voice an octave lower than normal.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 23:00:36 GMT -5
Eron felt a fervor build up in her as Sam returned her kiss. Being held so close to him made her know she was where she belonged. Her hands ran through his hair.
"Screw them if they do," she replied to his question. Whatever else happened, she would not be denied this. If it weren't for that explosion, she and Sam probably would have been married by now. With her having been hovering between life and death for so long, she realized now just how precious each moment was.
She touched her forehead against his gently, holding herself closer to him. "I promise I will come back to you as soon as I can," she whispered to him. "If you still want me. I love you just as much as I always have."
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 23:18:05 GMT -5
Sam chuckled at Eron's reply; she was the same as he remembered her. He happily sighed as their foreheads connected. He went rigid for a moment as he processed her next words. "You'll have to leave?" He frowned. "But we've just been reunited...and..." He trailed off, hearing her next words. He let out a sigh, pushing his fears aside. "I will always want you Eron, that has nor will ever change...I...I realized some things when you died. I took things for granted, but not again; you mean more to me than you'll ever know." He stroked her cheek with his finger. "Promise me, who ever has you bound to them right now, that if you're in trouble that you'll come to me. Your squad is still behind you, as am I; you're not alone." He told her as he slipped the hand that was over her legs under her legs while the other pressed her closer to him so that he could carry her to his bed. He carefully stood. "I know I said I wanted to wait to be this intimate on our wedding night...but....technically, you would have been my wife by now and like I always say, 'life is meant to be lived to the fullest.' So if you're willing, I want to show you how much I miss and love you." He told her softly as he carried her off to bed.
OOC: Cue rooster? yes? lol
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Post by Tismri on Jul 10, 2012 23:35:02 GMT -5
OOC: Yep, yep, cockadoodledoo.
Eron smiled at him as he asked for her promise. As he picked her up to carry her, she leaned her head against the crook of his neck.
"Of course I will," she told him. "You are my captain after all. I won't abandon you or anyone else." She smiled as he said he wanted to show her how much he missed and loved her. "I love you too," she told him. "I always will."
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Eron stirred the next morning, feeling secure in Sam's arms. Everything she had ever wanted and hoped for was achieved last night. Well, aside from the wedding part. But with Sam expressing his devotion to her for the past two years, despite his belief that she was dead, she felt that was more than adequate to be marriage. She didn't need a ceremony to feel that.
She turned to face him, studying his sleeping face. She was going to miss Sam while she worked off this debt of hers. But she couldn't ask him to come with her. His work here among the Varden was too important.
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Post by Max452 on Jul 10, 2012 23:53:19 GMT -5
Sleep still was hard too come by, but Sam had managed to finally sleep in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't in a deep sleep when he felt the woman next to him stir. He blinked himself awake and was pleased to be greeted by Eron's eyes studying him. He looked at her sleepily. "Mm, mornin'." He mumbled as he snuggled closer to her, still half asleep. He had to resist the urge to grab a drink; he had been sober three nights now, a rare occurance for two years now. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips. He pulled back slightly to gaze at her. "What time is it?" He asked her, his eyes drifting close; he never was good at waking up instantly unless he knew for a fact that they were in danger.
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Jack let out a huge yawn as she stretched herself awake. That was some party they had last night. She vaguely remembered having a drinking contest with those two magicians. She also remembered out drinking them all and then she remembered a lot of singing and dancing...and then it was sporatic memories here and there. She smiled sheephisly at herself. She was never one to lose a contest, but she had hoped she hadn't embarressed herself and ruined her gruff reputation. She rolled out of bed, stabling herself with a hand as the other held her head. "Oy, i think I drank too much..." She muttered as she went to get herself ready for the day.
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Post by Tismri on Jul 30, 2012 23:22:59 GMT -5
Eron's smile broadened as Sam barely roused. She knew he wasn't a morning kind of person, but it was rather amusing to see first hand.
"Oh, a couple hours past noon, at least," she told him. "You slept like a rock the entire time." In truth, it was still fairly early in the day, but she wondered how quickly he would realize that.
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Samara shyly made her way toward the Varden camp, looking about. It seemed most of the men were still asleep, though a few guards were keeping watch, ready to sound the alarm at the first hint of trouble.
"You! What are you doing here?" one soldier asked. She was alone; she got tired of guards following her all the time.
"M-my brother is in this camp," she told him. "I wanted to see if I could visit him." The soldier considered for a moment, then gave her a quick nod.
"Very well. Just stay out of the way, and if we sound an alarm, you get back to the rest of the townsfolk quickly, all right?" Samara nodded and went off to find Joshua. She found him sleeping in a tent at the edge of the camp and slipped inside.
"Good morning," she called cheerily to him.
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Post by Max452 on Jul 30, 2012 23:47:54 GMT -5
OOC: Hey! There's two Sam's in this thread! lol
Samuel sluggishly allowed one eye to crack open as Eron informed him of the time. "Past midday?" He asked groggily. Well, it didn't feel like he slept like a rock, but he figured that since he slept through most of the day without the soldiers calling for him, he could get away with sleeping the rest of the day with Eron. "Mmm..." He mumbled incoherently as he pulled Eron closer to him. "You kept me up..." He accused. "Let's just stay here for the rest of the day..." His eye closed again as he attempted to drift off to sleep. It really didn't feel like he slept that long.
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Aramis woke early, feeling uneasy being this Varden camp. The army here had celebrated their win over the Empire soldiers, and for a bit, Aramis joined in just to make them feel at ease, but after the soldiers got more drunk, he managed to slip away unnoticed. He also noticed that Commander Shepard had not returned from speaking with the Captain. There was something going on betweent those two; they knew each other by the way they acted around one another. Aramis only hoped that whatever the relationship, that it would not interfere with what the Black Hand's mission.
Aramis tensed when he sensed a presence near his tent. What was she doing here? He had thought he had left her with a family in Feinstar! He had told her that he would be in Melian for a mission - a mistake it seems on his part - and would come and get her when the time came. THIS was not the TIME! He seethed as she entered and greeted him with a simple good morning.
"Samara. What are you doing here?" He asked her, his voice quiet and calm, but stern. He was not happy to find her here. He swore that the girl had a knack to locate his presence; perhaps she had some magical ability? He knew that keeping her close was a dangerous choice, but he honestly could trust no one else with her identity and safety. And over the years, he discovered, that they had gotten quite close - he the overprotective brother, and she, the mischievous sister. He stood up, towering over her, with his arms crossed across his chest. He eyed her expectantly.
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