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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 2:36:19 GMT -5
Daeron remained silent, not liking the idea of fighting Mom anymore than Glory did. They may never understand him, but they were still family...even if he hated them most of the time. He shook out the images of his family. They were dead to him now, just like he was always seemingly dead to them, well, minus Glory. He glanced at his sister, happy that they were together; he'll always protect her for that. He shrugged at her question and confusion. "People are scared of things they don't understand." He stated. "I know you haven't gone on a lot of the missions, but people really dislike the company we're with, you know? Shades and urgals, and dwarves, and even some of the occupations the humans and elves have - they just see them as enemies because they're different. That's all. Its a good thing Katriana sees them, though; everyone here has something special to offer and that's what I like about this place. No prejudice or judgments. We can be the best here." He nodded, liking how that sounded. "You'll see it soon, Glory, when you get your own mission. You'll see how the world has become corrupted; Katriana's words will make sense then, I bet." Daeron nodded knowingly. That's how he saw it, plus with Sachi's help, he became to understand some things, even though he sometimes felt some doubt about it all...but Katriana's words always made things clear again.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 3:13:56 GMT -5
Glory frowned as Daeron mentioned various reasons why people might be afraid of them. It made her sad to think that people judged based on appearance or race. They were all people, even the Shades.
"That sort of racism is one of the things Katriana wants to stop," she mentioned to him, having heard her speak about it at one time. "I know what you mean; whenever Katriana speaks, it's as if the entire world makes sense. I really think she knows everything. She makes a wonderful leader, and I can hardly wait for the day when she and Vanilor will rule over Alagaesia." She stood, noticing the time. It was getting later than she thought; she was running very far behind today. Still, for a talk with her brother, it was very much worth it. She gave Daeron a hug.
"I need to go meditate before sparring. Thanks for taking time to talk to me, Ron," she told him. "I hope we find time to do it again soon." She turned and went to join Sundavar outside her tent to meditate on the conversation she'd just had with her brother.
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Later that evening, Sachiko sat in her tent. She was feeling oddly...nervous. Daeron was going to come at any moment. Then what? She was both excited and terrified to find out. What if it didn't turn out to be a good thing? Well, she'd probably just kill him, then. But that thought repulsed her. She didn't even want to hurt him right now, despite her violent habits and tendencies. She smoothed out her blood-dyed dress and ran her hands through her hair a couple of times. Why did she do that? She wondered if he would find her as attractive tonight as he had when they awoke this morning. Maybe he was still just light-headed from the night before. Or maybe something about being soaked in blood attracted him. She knew she could sometimes find the sight rather appealing. She was twitch with nerves while she waited for him.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 3:32:36 GMT -5
Daeron returned Glory's hug, feeling that their bond as siblings were growing stronger now. "Me too, Glory; I hope we speak like this more often. You can always talk to me." He assured her as he let her go. "Train hard, Glory! I'm sure Katriana has special plans for you and the other Riders! I'm proud of you!" He told her, ruffling her hair affectionately before she departed. He watched his sister run off for a moment before realizing that the sun was setting. Had they been really talking the whole afternoon? He smiled. It was nice. His smile grew wider as he then recalled his evening plans. He really hoped Sachi liked him as much as he liked her. As he thought about her now, he wondered if he should get her something, to show his appreciation and affection for her. Pondering on it, Daeron darted off to see if he could find something she might like.
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Evening hit and Daeron snuck his way over to Sachiko's tent, a gift hidden behind hid back. He really hoped she liked it; he actually paid for it. Reaching the tent, Daeron's heart raced as he grew excited at what might happen tonight. He never felt like this for any girl and he hoped they weren't moving too fast, but it didn't matter. Daeron wanted her and he hoped she wanted him too. "Sachi. It's me." He whispered out, glancing behind him to make sure no one was watching him sneak inside her tent.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 3:43:36 GMT -5
Sachiko made a slight, giddy jump at the sound of Daeron's voice outside her tent. She quickly stood, her heart already hammering. How was just the thought of him being close enough to make her feel warm? She quickly opened the tent flap to let him inside.
Sachi's tent was oddly immaculate. Everything she owned was organized to the point of obsession. Granted, she had very little, but she liked to know exactly where everything was. Mainly, her items consisted of her recently acquired collection of torture tools. Everything conceiveable object that could be used to inflict pain was set neatly inside display cases that lined her single table in the room. The table was set very precisely on the opposite side from her bed. There was little else in there, as she never needed anything more than that before, but any other items were also organized to perfection.
She kept her eyes on Daeron, still nervous. She wondered what he thought of her tent. Or of her, for that matter.
"Uh...hi," she said. She smiled at him, but her anxiety was making this unbearable. She noticed he was holding something and looked at it curiously. "What's that?" she asked him.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 4:02:59 GMT -5
Daeron smiled when Sachiko greeted him. He happily entered the tent, still concealing the gift he had managed to procure for her. He stepped inside, gathering in his surroundings; he had never been inside her tent before. He wasn't surprised to find the various tools of pain, but was, in fact surprise to see how precise and clean it was. For someone that relished in blood, she was very clean. He turned to face her. "Mmm, I hope your not planning on using all of those on me later." He teased her as he bent down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips; he was incredibly excited and joyful in her presence. "Hello." He smiled at her and blushed when she noticed her present. "Um," He gave a light chuckle, "I brought you something. I got it from the weapons master. I hope you like it." He brought his hand forward and revealed an elegant dagger. It was a 12 inch steel curved blade that had an ivory hilt. The pommel was carved in the shape of a dragon's head, but was no bigger than the width of a gold coin. "I know how much you like weapons..." He chuckled and gazed over at her collection, wondering if she thought his gift was stupid when compared to the other instruments she had, "...so, I wanted to get you something." He smiled nervously at her, wondering if she liked it.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 4:14:19 GMT -5
Sachi smirked slightly as Daeron mentioned her torture tools. She generally only used them for special occasions, usually someone who had really made her angry. She liked her common knife just fine. Her eyes drifted to the weapon he offered to her, her eyes widening.
"It's so pretty," she said, meeting his eyes and grinning at him. "Thank you." She would probably find a special case just for it, and use it on the best of occasions. She took it and set it gently in a box around other fancy items. Then she turned back to him. His kiss had already set her heart fluttering and hammering. Her nerves began to dissipate, replaced by a bold confidance. She took a step toward him, grabbed his arm with one hand and put the other behind his neck, pulling him closer to her as she crashed her lips against his. Her entire being was set aflame. She had felt something that morning--something that she longed to feel again. A sense of belonging. A sense of someone who cared. She knew he cared about her, liked her, perhaps loved her. And she wanted him to know that she felt much the same way.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 4:30:35 GMT -5
Daeron's features beamed as Sachi appeared to love the gift. "You're welcome." He told her kindly, feeling appreciated by her. She seemed to be the first one to have noticed since the day she found him, and he was utterly grateful, that she still acknowledged him - that someone really cared about him. His body heated as he watched her take a step toward him. It was a strange, but pleasant feeling and one that he did not want to end. He found that he was far more happy now as well; he had been angry when she met him, but no longer. She had seemingly granted him peace, even if she had inflicted some damage to him last night, but that was only because she needed peace and he was ever willing to give it to her again.
Daeron slammed his lips against Sachi's, eager to continue where they left off this morning. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as she did him. He didn't know what took hold of him, but he felt daring, and aggressive as he moved his lips against her's. Her whole being was intoxicating and far more pleasing than any drink he had ever tasted; he wanted more. Daeron snaked one of his hands to her's and gently directed it to the hem of his tunic, signifying that he wanted her to take it off. He knew what he wanted, but he wondered if Sachi wanted the same thing. Love me, was all his body was telling Sachi. Make me feel like I belong, it seemingly cried out to her as he helped her remove his tunic, while his other hand, gently tugged on her dress.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 4:45:11 GMT -5
Sachiko was utterly lost to the heat of the moment. Part of her had no idea what she was doing, while another part was utterly aware of every move she made. As her lips moved against his, she found that wasn't enough; she bit him. Hard enough to draw blood. She couldn't help herself, her every instinct brought her to do that. She wasn't even sure if he had noticed. He seemed just as lost in their passion as she was. She felt her hand against the hem of his tunic, and had no idea how it got there, really. A second later, she gripped his tunic in both hands and ripped it off impatiently, and shoved him roughly onto her bed. His presence, his actions, his very touch left her body burning.
"I love you." The words fell from her lips on their own accord, no thought behind them whatsoever as she dug her fingernails into him in her desperation.
OOC: Okay...time for morning. Not only is it awkward to spy on them, this time around it's just plain scary. lol
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 5:01:29 GMT -5
OOC: Craaazyyyy couple!!!! lol
Daeron stirred from his slumber and awoke a moment later. He felt Sachi's head on his chest and a let out a content sigh, followed by a light groan. He was still sore from last night; his chest and back consisted of fingernail marks and his lip and neck had bite marks. He smirked, recalling the night's passion with Sachiko. She may had caused him pain (which he found himself enjoying) but he left a few of his own marks as well. He adjusted himself carefully, wrapping his arms around Sachi's beautiful form, before settingly back into a comfortable position as he stroked her hair. He just couldn't rid himself of the smile on his face. Sachi said that she loved him last night, and he, even in his lust, replied "I love you too", meaning it with all his heart. She made him feel like he belonged. That someone cared and loved him. He continued to stroke her hair, enjoying the feel of her hair in his fingers and her steady breath against him. They could just stay like this forever. He bent his swollen lip down and kissed the crown of her head before whispering "I love you" to her again. Daeron noticed the sun had risen, as the shadows of the scarce trees began to reflect against the tent. Daeron audibly groaned. It was a new day, meaning Katriana might need them to go on a mission. Not that he didn't want to do what Katriana wanted, but Daeron found himself dragging his feet this morning since all he really wanted to do was stay in bed with Sachi. He continued to stroke her hair, debating on waking her or being lazy for once.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 5:16:18 GMT -5
Sachi awoke feeling two strong arms around her, her head leaning against his warm chest. She didn't open her eyes just yet, but just lay there contentedly, enjoying the feeling. Then she stretched, wincing just a little as she felt sore. Last night was the first time she'd ever accepted pain on herself. She'd even found it enjoyable. Not to say she didn't retaliate. She found even the tip of her tounge was sore, but at the moment she didn't care. She would take last night and do it all again and more.
She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him. The words they had told each other last night echoed in her mind. I love you. She still wasn't quite sure what love actually was, but she was sure that if ever such a thing existed between a man and a woman, she had it for him.
"Hmm...Good morning," she told him with a contented sigh, putting her lips against his. Though she was still more or less half asleep, she could still feel the warmth he caused her. It was more subtle than before, but it was still there.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 14:32:41 GMT -5
Daeron felt Sachi stirred and stretch in his arms. His eyes sparkled with happiness at the sight of her. "Good morning." He replied and returned her kiss with equal fervor. His kiss became more demanding, but he soon pulled away knowing that they wouldn't get out of bed if they continued as such. "How'd you sleep?" He asked, his hand stroking her back tenderly. "I didn't hurt you badly did I?" He frowned as his fingers grazed over a bite mark on her neck.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 18:01:10 GMT -5
Sachiko felt her heart beat faster, bring her to more full wakefullness as she continued to kiss him. She took a deep breath when he parted from her and she laid back down on him.
"Nothing too bad," she assured him. She was mostly just sore in certain places, feeling bite marks and scratches. She looked down at the bloody gashes she'd left on his chest with her fingernails, brushing them with the tips of her fingers softly. "I keep hurting you," she said. There was that feeling again. That discomfort in the pit of her stomach. It was strange, but it always came when she knew she'd harmed him somehow. She looked away from him again, for some reason unable to meet his eyes. How could she tell him she loved him after causing him so much pain? But it was the only thing she knew how to do. She shouldn't feel sorry for being herself. She felt conflicted with herself. Daeron caused her to feel so confused, but she couldn't fault him for it.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 18:30:24 GMT -5
Daeron felt reassured at Sachi's confirmation. "That's good. Sorry I hurt you though. I honestly couldn't help myself, but I'll be better, I promise. I don't want to hurt you." He told her as he stroked her hair, contentment welling within him as he listened to her breathing. He felt her fingers caress the wounds she made. He gave a light chuckle. "It's okay, Sachi. I...I kinda liked it." He admitted with a blush. "It makes me feel like you...um, well, that I'm yours." It probably sounded weird to say it, but it was how Daeron felt. She had marked him as hers, in a way, as he had done so with her. It was odd, but he thought they were perfect for one another.
"But its nice to know that you don't like hurting me too." Daeron added as he tried to make eye contact with her, a bit hard since she was lying on his chest, so he managed to bring a finger over to her cheek, gently pushing her head to face him. "I love you, Sachi - all of you." He told her as he leaned in for another kiss.
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Post by Tismri on Nov 18, 2012 18:49:35 GMT -5
A smile crossed Sachi's face as Daeron explained his feelings. At his prompting, she turned her face back up to face him.
"I liked it, too," she admitted. "I know it hurt, but, well...It wasn't...painful, if you know what I mean." Her gaze heated as he leaned in to kiss her again. She returned it fervently, focusing on nothing else for the moment. "I love you, too," she told him as she came back up for breath. Then she sighed, nuzzling the side of his neck gently. "We should probably get up," she stated.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 18, 2012 18:58:26 GMT -5
Daeron gasped for some air when they parted lips. He gave her a bright smile at her declaration of love again. He laughed a little as she nuzzled him. "That tickles." He said with merriment and gave her a light nod of his head, not wanting to disrupt what she was doing. "Yeah...we probably should." He said with reluctance. "I think Katriana mentioned that we might have a mission coming up." He gently pried himself away from Sachiko. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching a little. "Do you want me to heal you?" He asked her, glancing at the marks he made on her body as he bent to grab his pants and began to dress.
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