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Re: dragon tales
By: Zellaphone Date: November 12, 2018, 1:05 am
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After helping Morena, it was only a few hours later until the
real fun began at the festival. If there was one thing Rowan
loved, it was dances. Music was one of his many passions besides
children, Freya, Emmett, and most forms of meat. It soothed him,
which was useful seeing as how he still had trouble controlling
the fact that he was a ginormous dragon who could wipe out the
entire kingdom if he tried hard enough. Plus, he was, of course,
an excellent player of the lute.
He had obtained his lute when he was really quite little. To his
memory, he had been about five or six. His parents had been
worried to give him such a delicate instrument seeing as how he
was a natural disaster, but surprisingly, he never even
scratched it. His eldest brother, Garrett, had been the one to
teach him the ways of the lute and music. His brother had always
excelled at, well, everything really, but especially music. His
voice was the most beautiful sound anyone had probably ever
heard, and he could play just about anything you handed to him,
so teaching Rowan had been very simple. Rowan caught on quick,
and was a master within about a year. It was the one thing he
didn't completely suck at, and he prided himself with his
skills. So, naturally, when the dancing festivities began, Rowan
located the nearest lute he could find, took a seat, and began
to play with the rest of the band.
The day had been so enjoyable. Not only did he get to spend it
all with his best friend, but he also got to get Freya a gift
and help a little girl. Sure, he never got to really eat that
turkey leg of his, but that was fine. Really, the only thing
that could have made the day better was if Freya had shown up.
He knew it was a lost cause now, but man, how he would have
loved to dance with her. She probably would have refused, but he
would have tried anyway. What good was playing the lute when you
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Shang was quite pleased with himself, to say the least. Not only
did he help Freya pick out a beautiful outfit and braid her
hair, but he also gotten himself a kebab and had the most
glorious outfit for himself. Yes, he normally wore more
extravagant clothes than the others, (which wasn't him trying to
show off or anything - he just really loved clothes) but today
was different. Today, he didn't have to fight anyone, nor was he
just going to lounge around, he was going to a festival. Now was
the perfect excuse for him to wear some of his finest threads.
Tonight, he wore one of his most favorite outfits. He wore a
regular white, frilly shirt with a purple vest, black pants, and
a purple coat decorated with beautiful gold embroidery. Not to
mention, he also wore his large amount of gold rings and a gold
necklace that hung low on his chest. He looked very dashing, if
he did say so himself, which he did.
Freya, on the other hand, seemed to be continuously
second-guessing herself, asking him yet again if her outfit was
too much. Shang kept himself from sighing or rolling his eyes,
miraculously, but if she asked one more time, he was certain he
wouldn't be able to stop himself. He had grown much fonder of
the girl throughout the day, despite still not really knowing
her, but she really needed to gain a bit more confidence. She
was a gorgeous woman with an even more gorgeous (in Shang's
opinion) man trying his darnedest to court her. She was
incredibly lucky, but it would probably take her a long while to
fully realize that. It didn't seem like Freya found herself to
be all that attractive, which was ridiculous.
Thankfully, Freya stopped Shang from answering her repetitive
question, deciding to instead thank him for all his help
throughout the day. "It was no problem," Shang insisted, doing
his best to avoid the pain in his ankle that had been slowly
starting to ache more and more throughout the day due to strain.
He would rather kill himself than be caught limping around at a
festival. "I rather enjoyed it, really" he admitted, better
adjusting one of his sleeves cuffs as the sound of music better
filled his ears. It was unfortunate that he wouldn't be able to
dance tonight, most likely. Not that he'd be able to dance with
anyone he wanted to anyway. "Anytime you want some fashion
advice, please don't hesitate to come to me."
Shang smiled up at his partner, feeling genuinely happy. Despite
getting a bit agitated here and there, he had had a good time
that day. Plus, he got to spend time with his partner, which was
very important. In fact, he was about to offer that they spend
the day together again sometime before he spotted a familiar
figure near the band, playing the lute. He smirked. "Rowan is
going to drop dead once he sees you," he said, gently pushing
Freya in Rowan's direction before hurrying away as fast as he
could in another. He didn't want to be smacked for making such a
comment.
It was then that Shang spotted yet another familiar figure and
slowed down. Well, he supposed it would be better to mingle with
someone rather than just sit somewhere and do nothing. "Hello,"
he greeted Emmett, leaning on his better leg. "I guess you're
babysitting tonight," he somewhat joked, knowing that Rowan and
Emmett had most definitely arrived at the festival together.
"How was your day?" he asked politely, supposing that Rowan had
brought Emmett to the festival as early as possible to see all
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Dameron hadn't even been sure if he was going to attend the
festival, to be completely honest. He had been reading a very
interesting book about the life cycle of the imantodes cenchoa,
and didn't really want to put it down. However, it did occur to
him that maybe, just maybe, Cassia would be attending the
festival, and he'd really hate it if he missed it if she was
there. Why? He wasn't sure, but he knew there had to be some
logical reasoning behind it. So, he put on a simple white shirt
with a leather vest, tight pants, and a long brown coat. It
wasn't anything really different than what he normally wore, but
he didn't plan on staying out too long.
Once Dameron had made his way to the festival, he realized that
it was already time for the dance. Darn it, perhaps he should
have worn something a bit more showy. And speaking of showy, he
believed he saw Shang as well as Emmett fairly nearby. "Good
evening," Dameron greeted them once he approached, offering them
a small, shy smile. He realized it was one of the first times he
had really spoken to Shang. "Have either one of you seen Cass?"
he had to ask, still planning on speaking with the men for
awhile either way, but just wanting to be sure that the main
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Ten
By: winterssmary Date: November 12, 2018, 9:02 pm
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It looks like Emmett may have spoken too soon. Almost as soon as
he made the assumption that Shang wouldn't be well enough to
make it, the man had half-limped over to Emmett leaning on his
good leg and greeting him. "Hey Shang. Glad to see you're
feeling a little better," he said, considering that Shang was
walking around and willing to come to a dance. His bum ankle
must have been getting better. That, or Shang was just a man of
determination who really wanted to wear fancy clothes and be
seen in public. Emmett didn't care either way. "Nice outfit."
He chuckled at Shang's comment about babysitting. "You could say
that," he said with a shrug. He smiled at how polite Shang was
being. He came from money, so it was no surprise that he had
manners, but it was odd to hear it from a fellow knight.
Especially when he'd just spent the whole day with Rowan, who
wasn't rude, but had the attention span of a four-year-old. "My
day was fine. Rowan and I explored the marketplace and helped a
little girl find her family," he said. "Did I see you come in
with Freya? Did you two spend the day together?"
Suddenly, Dameron, quiet as usually, made an appearance at the
dance. Unlike Shang, he was dressed fairly casually. "Hello,
Dameron," he said. Wow, both of them were polite. Social graces
were few and far between, if you could believe it. He shook his
head at the question of Cass. Cassia was never much of a party
person. And, if she were, Emmett assumed she'd be accompanying
Dameron. "I kinda thought she'd be with you," he added. "If she
showed up at all, that is," he added quickly.
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Freya nodded at his comment about fashion advice. Maybe she
should have been more offended, but after seeing the man in what
he decided to wear -- which wasn't even the most extravagant
thing he owned, she was convinced -- she wasn't willing to
dispute the man and his sense of style. He wins on that front.
"I had fun too," she said. It wasn't a lie, but it felt awkward
for a warrior to admit that she enjoyed doing something that was
so stereotypically feminine. It almost felt wrong, but it was
nice to feel pretty. Besides, who says you can't be pretty and
deadly at the same time? Shang was.
Her eyes went wide when he made the comment about Rowan. "Wait
what -," but Shang vanished before she could tell him that he
was full of shit. There was no way in hell that Shang knew about
her feelings for Rowan. Freya was very, very good at hiding her
feelings. Wasn't she? Oh no. Maybe she wasn't as slick as she
thought she was. Fucking hell. He'd also casually pushed her in
Rowan's direction. He was playing his lute with the rest of the
band. She made fun of him for it, but she actually enjoyed
listening to Rowan play his music. He was very talented and it
was adorable to see how happy it made him.
The next thing she knew, she was standing in front of Rowan,
forced to find a way to regain her composure and act like she
wasn't nervous. And like the nerves weren't only making her
already injured body hurt worse. They never tell you that these
fucking butterflies are ten times worse when your stomach has
been bleeding for the past six hours. Luckily, if any of the
blood leaked out -- which it probably wouldn't as long as she
took it easy -- it would blend in with the dress. "Hi," she
said, voice dripping with fake confidence. Too fake.
What did she get herself into?
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Re: dragon tales
By: Zellaphone Date: November 13, 2018, 12:26 am
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Just when Rowan had thought that he was at ease with the fact
that Freya wasn't showing up, she was there, standing in front
of him. And to make matters worse, she looked beautiful. Well,
she always looked beautiful, but it was different this time. Her
hair was braided perfectly, she wore a fine red dress that
looked like it cost more than most of his possessions, if not
all, and she wore elegant, golden to finish it all off. It
wasn't that she looked better than usual, per se, but it was
kind of a bit of a shock to see her so dressed up.
"Uh, uh hi," he stammered like an idiot, his fingers suddenly
unable to strum as he blinked almost furiously. Dammit, he
needed to compose himself. He was already acting like a moron
and Freya had just shown up. "Um, you look... different," he
stated dumbly, unable to stop staring. "Good different, I mean!
It's good! I like it!" he quickly added, aware that his previous
statement could be taken the wrong way very easily. "You look
beautiful, as always, but- it's good. I promise. Just- wow,
okay, um, hi."
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Shang continued to smile politely as Emmett spoke, but couldn't
help but raise a brow at his comment about him and Rowan helping
a little girl reunite with her parents. Wait, what? What kind of
situations did these men just happen to find themselves in?
Thank goodness he didn't have to babysit Rowan. He hated kids.
They were small and fragile and... smelled funny. Plus, their
voices were so high-pitched and they cried a lot. Kids were
just... unnatural to him.
Shang went back to smiling when Emmett asked about himself and
Freya. "Yes, we did," he admitted. "She was having some boy-
well, wardrobe trouble, so I helped her out a bit," he
explained, glancing in the woman's direction to see her standing
in front of a wide-eyed Rowan. Ah, young love. How infuriating.
Why was it that no one could just admit their feelings? They
were both so obvious infatuated with one another.
And speaking of infatuated, Shang saw Dameron approach out of
the corner of his eye, wearing his usual day-to-day clothing.
Maybe he should have taken him out shopping as well. He greeted
them politely, being a gentleman, like usual before asking if
either of them had seen Cassia. Gods, these men and their women
troubles. Shang was lucky to have never had any of those.
Though, men troubles were probably just as bad, if not worse.
Lucky him indeed. "I haven't seen her either," he answered
truthfully, lifting up what was left of his kebab. "So, when are
you two going to get together?" he asked bluntly, popping the
last bit of fruit from the skewer into his mouth, tossing the
stick into a nearby bin.[/center]
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Dameron felt his face grow a bit warm when Emmett said that he
assumed Cassia would be with him. Now why would he think that?
Sure, they were friends and partners and all, but that didn't
mean that they spent all their time together. Not that he'd
complain if they did. They were really good friends. But anyhow,
Emmett's words were no where near as confusing as Shang's, who
stated that he too hadn't seen Cassia, but wondered when they
were going to "get together." Dameron's face was definitely pink
then. Perhaps it was from the cold. Surely the warmth was from
him catching something.
"Wha- what do you mean?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little
flustered. It was all just part of an illness, he was certain.
"Uh, you two are obvious coo-coo for one another like Romeo and
Juliet over there," Shang responded, nodding in what looked like
Rowan and Freya's direction. (Woah, Freya looked nice.)
Coo-coo? Romeo and Juliet? Was Shang suggesting that he liked
Cass? Like liked Cass? That was ridiculous! Utterly
preposterous! They were just friends! Good friends! Nothing
more.
"I- I don't understand. I don't like her like that... Do I?" he
suddenly asked, unsure of himself at the present moment. "I
mean, I'd know if I liked Cass, right? Or- or even loved Cass,
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Emmett, Freya, & Cassia: Post Eleven
By: winterssmary Date: November 13, 2018, 1:04 am
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Did Emmett and Rowan get into unique situations whenever they
spent time together? Sure. Shang wasn't used to hearing these
stories and Emmett had to keep reminding himself of that when he
saw the man raise an eyebrow. Of course, he quickly recovered at
the mention of Freya. It was good that those two were getting
along. Or on their way to getting along. Or whatever. They
needed to develop some sort of method of working together to
keep them from getting injured again. Freya was slow to trust,
especially after losing Evelyn, but she'd get there eventually.
The fact that Shang was so willing to help her with her
wardrobe-not-boy trouble was a good sign.
"You took her shopping?" Emmett asked, raising an eyebrow. "I
thought she made a conscious decision not to own anything too
nice or something," he admitted. "Evelyn, her old partner, used
to invite her out to buy her new clothes all the time and she
always declined. You must have been awfully convincing," he
suggested. "Or maybe it's a sign that she secretly thinks you're
trustworthy, which is a good thing." He chuckled. "Or maybe it
has something to do with the boy trouble," he added with a
smirk. "Either way is good, I guess. It's good you two are
starting to get along."
Emmett almost did a spit take when Shang made the comment about
Cassia and Dameron getting together. He almost nudged the man,
about to chastise him for overstepping his boundaries, but,
honestly, Emmett was curious himself. "Honestly, we've all been
wondering the same thing," he said with a shrug. He laughed at
the word love. "Woah there, buddy," he said with a bright smile.
"No one used the word 'love' but you," he added. "Don't you feel
all warm and fuzzy when you're around her? It's written all over
your face," he said.
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Suddenly, Rowan stopped being able to play correctly. Freya
couldn't help but laugh. It must have been really shocking to
see her in anything other than beige and black, she supposed.
She was pretty shocked when she saw herself in the mirror for
the first time after Shang was done with her, so she could only
imagine how Rowan must be feeling. He was probably really caught
off guard. Surprised. And that could make anyone lose their
place in a piece of music. Probably. Freya wouldn't actually
know since she was no musician. Hell, she couldn't even read
music. She couldn't read period, but that was a topic for
another day.
She furrowed her brow at the 'different' comment. Was she
wrong? Dammit. She shouldn't have trusted Shang. He didn't know
her and he sure as hell didn't know Rowan. This was a mistake.
This whole fucking thing was a mista- oh, wait, he said it was
good. He even went as far to use the word 'beautiful'. Her
cheeks suddenly felt hot and she looked at the ground to try and
hide her blush. "You really like it?" she whispered. She
straightened up again, trying to hide the fact that she was
nothing more than a flustered school girl at this point. "I mean
- Shang, he helped me pick all this stuff out. And he did my
hair," she said. "The man's a wizard, really," she added.
"He casually stopped my room, insulted my wardrobe, and then
took my shopping," she said. "There's some other new stuff in my
room. Not all browns and blacks anymore," she trailed off. She
had no idea what to say. She didn't think she'd made it this
far. "So, um, have you been here, playing music, all day or...
um... have you... done other things?" She wasn't usually this
awkward, promise. She just felt really out of her element. But
being under his gaze was both calming and terrifying at the same
time. She couldn't explain it. There was a certain safety that
she felt when he looked at her, but she was horrified as well.
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Cassia wasn't initially planning on going to the festival. She
was curled up in her room, reading a book, but she'd grown
bored. More than that, she was lonely. She spent a ridiculous
amount of her time completely by herself. Sometimes it was
great, but, for some reason, she wasn't having it that night.
Maybe it was the smell of turkey legs and wine or maybe it was
the faint sounds of music and chatter that she could hear from
her window, but something was drawing her out. So, she dressed
herself in something that was only slightly more fancy than her
typical wear, a white chemise underneath a lavender overdress
with a silver corset. She fixed her hair, which really just
meant fluffing up her blonde curls, and made way for the
festival.
She'd managed to arrive after the dance had been in full swing
for at least a half hour. Probably longer. She wasn't sure. She
scanned the room for her friends. She didn't have many friends,
but the ones she did have were lovely people. Freya -- whom she
barely recognized because of how wonderful she looked -- and
Rowan were by the band. Emmett was sitting and Shang and Dameron
were gathered around them. Shang was looking smug, but fabulous.
Emmett looked oddly amused, but relaxed. Dameron, on the other
hand, looked both confused and horrified. She giggled at how
cute his face looked.
Slowly, unsure as to whether or not it was okay to interrupt the
conversation, she approached them. "Hey guys," she said softly.
"I love your coat, Shang," she said gently. "Anyway, what are
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Re: dragon tales
By: Zellaphone Date: November 13, 2018, 8:17 pm
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Rowan smiled gently when Freya asked if he really liked her new
look, nodding, regaining just a bit of his composure. Of course
he liked it. If Freya wore a potato sack he'd like it. To him,
it wasn't so much what she looked like than it was just who she
was. Of course, the looks were nice too, but Rowan just liked
Freya. Everything about Freya. The bad stuff, and the good
stuff, it didn't matter. He laughed about Shang being a wizard,
though. Damn, the man sure seemed to know what he was going when
it came to style. Maybe he should take a few tips from him.
He listened to Freya further explain her journey to looking like
she did, admitting that she now had more clothes that were
different from her usual. Well, he did certainly look forward to
them. Was it suddenly really hot outside or something? He felt
like he was sweating. "Um, well, yeah, I did... other things,"
he began, still finding it hard to English. "I, um, I got a
turkey leg!" he revealed excitedly. "I mean, I didn't get to
really eat it because I had to reunite a little girl with her
parents, but it was pretty nice." What else did he do? Wasn't
there something important he did? He couldn't think cleary with
Freya looking so fierce.
Fierce.
Oh yeah!
"I got you something!" Rowan said a bit more loudly than he
meant to, hoping to his feet and setting his lute down, pulling
the wrapped daggers out of his belt. "Here!" he said,
practically bouncing on his toes, holding out the gift in the
palms of his hands. "I hope you like them. I- I saw them and
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Shang somewhat understood Emmett's surprise of him taking Freya
shopping. After what he learned about her today, he guessed he
was pretty lucky to convince her to follow his advice, and now
that he knew more about what she liked, he could do even more
for her, maybe. He needed to do more to help strengthen their
relationship. If Emmett was right about her now thinking he was
more trustworthy, then he was headed in the right place. It was
hard enough being the new guy, but being the new guy from the
rivaling kingdom just made everything so much harder.
Shang's eyes widened when Dameron mentioned the word "love."
Woah, woah, he wasn't already that into her, was he? I mean, he
didn't know how long or how well any of these guys really knew
each other, but it seemed a bit too early to be throwing a big
word like that around. Then again, Dameron did seem pretty
confused. The guy didn't know how to tell that he liked someone?
Jeez. He needed more help than he thought. He nodded along when
Emmett described a little bit what it was like to like someone,
looking to Dameron to hear what his response would be.
"Well, yes, but I thought that was just part of a cold or
something," Dameron admitted, still looking completely lost.
Shang snorted before correcting himself. Right, this was
serious. "No, pretty sure it's not a cold. Doesn't your
heartbeat quicken whenever she's near? Don't you want to spend
as much time with her as possible? Don't you find yourself
staring at her perhaps a bit longer than you should?" he asked,
trying to help the other man realize what it's like to like
someone or to be in love. It hurt for him to remember, but
maybe, just maybe, it could help Dameron find a bit of
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Dameron knew for certain that he looked like a mess, especially
after Emmett pointed out that he had mentioned love. Dammit, why
did he say that? He wasn't in love with Cass, was he? No, no
way. Liking her was one thing, loving her was different. But
then Emmett started asking him questions, and he wasn't sure if
they were suppose to help him figure out if he liked her or
loved her or what. Then, to top it all off, Shang asked him even
more questions. And sure, yes, he did experience all the things
mentioned, but, but...
Dameron froze when he heard Cassia's voice behind him, feeling
his pulse race, warmth start to spread through him. He spun
around and when he looked at her, it was like his heart had
finally stopped. Oh my. Oh my, he liked her.
"Why thank you!" he heard Shang say behind him, the man placing
his hand upon his chest dramatically.
Oh no, he liked Cassia. He really, really liked her. What was he
suppose to do with this information? He needed to ask the men
more questions! Why was he suddenly a teenage girl?
"We were just talking about Rowan and Freya. Some people should
just hurry up and admit their feelings, huh?" Shang went on,
giving Dameron a playful nudge that made him suddenly want to
vomit. Was that message meant for him? He couldn't tell Cass
that he liked her tonight, could he? Not just right after he
figured it out for himself!
"Um, Cassia?" he said suddenly, reaching out and grabbing one of
the girl's hands as if on instinct. His hand felt like it was on
fire now. "Would you like to spend the rest of the evening with
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Emmett kept quiet while Dameron sorted out his feelings right in
front of him. Shang was much better at egging these things on,
apparently. It was also just funnier to chuckle quietly from the
sidelines. He couldn't help but laugh much harder when Dameron
said that they thought Cassia was making him sick. "Did you
think you were allergic to her or something?" he asked with a
grin. Ah, puppy love. Emmett remembered that experience from
his own past. Of course, he doesn't remember being as clueless
as Dameron seemed to be. He just hoped things ended better for
these two than they did for him.
He watched as Cassia appeared. Oh boy, this was going to be
hilarious. She unknowing had just walked into a conversation in
which a man almost admitted to being in love with her. And all
she could take about was Shang's coat. To be completely fair, it
was a pretty damn nice coat. "Give 'em a break, Shang. Some
people are a little slow on the uptake," he said playfully. When
Cassia agreed to spend the rest of the evening with Dameron,
Emmett smiled. Neither of them knew what the other was thinking,
did they? No doubt Dameron was scared out of his mind.
He looked at Shang, who seemed to be enjoying this as much as
Emmett. The man had helped out two potential couples that night.
He should be a professional match-maker. "You're pretty good at
that, you know," he said quietly.
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Freya laughed when Rowan explained that he got a turkey leg. He
seemed much more excited about that than he did about helping a
little girl find her parents, which was interesting. From what
Freya had seen, Rowan had a gift when it came to children. Maybe
it was because he was secretly one of them or something. Either
way, she knew how much he loved children, so she expected him to
dwell on that story more, but the turkey leg was obviously much
more important. "You get into some crazy adventures when you
have time to yourself, don't you?" she asked, shifting her
weight to her other side and leaning against a wall and wincing
at the pain in her side. She'd forgotten just how weak she was
after the battle earlier in the day.
That was when his eyes lit up. He got her something? Damn,
Rowan. Just when Freya thought she'd finally controlled her
blushing, her cheeks went hot again. He thought about her? Like,
without being prompted? "Oh no, you didn't have to do tha -,"
but she cut herself off when she saw what looked like fine metal
tips sticking out from a piece of cloth. Blades? Cautiously, she
took the gift from him, carefully unwrapping it. Her eyes went
wide and jaw dropped. "Are these ebony? Like, the real deal?"
she asked upon seeing the beautiful dark daggers, marked up with
a luxurious silver. These must have cost more than everything
she owned. And probably all of her bones.
She pushed them back toward him. "They're beautiful, Rowan, but
I can't accept this," she said. These daggers were too good for
her. Honestly. So was this outfit. So was Rowan. She didn't
deserve any of this. "Thank you for thinking of me, really, but
this is too much," she said softly. If she weren't in public,
she may have teared up. But she was in public and she wasn't
about to let these people see her cry, even if the tears weren't
of sadness. "You're too sweet."
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Cassia laughed when Shang reacted in such a dramatic and
glamorous way. She felt like she needed to get fashion advice
from him some time. Or maybe not. He was fabulous, sure, but she
didn't think she'd be okay with being so extravagant. Though,
Freya could pull it off, apparently. She nodded at Shang's
comment about people admitting their feelings, all the while
ignoring her own feelings toward Dameron. "Yeah, things just get
muddy when you try and keep it to yourself for so long," she
said, ignoring the fact that she was a huge hypocrite.
"Especially when you're as obvious as those two."
"Dameron," she responded, smiling at the man. The man who then
took one of her hands. Her eyes went wide. He'd never just...
touched her like that before. Strange. Why did he want to spend
the evening with her? She thought she repulsed him. He'd
certainly been acting like it lately. They were best friends,
but then, out of nowhere, he starts acting like it's a burden to
be close to her or spend too much time with her. She thought
that, maybe, he was just drained and needed to distance himself
from all people, but changed her mind when she noticed that it
pretty much only applied to her. "Sure. But why?" she asked,
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Rowan grinned as he held out Freya's daggers, not failing to
notice her cheeks start to get a little more pink. Well, it was
a bit chilly outside. Nonetheless, her eyes lit up when she
looked at the wrapped gift in his hands, and that in in of
itself was already worth the ring he traded for it. He watched
as her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped, causing him to
chuckle. Well, not that he really ever had any doubts, but she
seemed to like them, which was good. "Oh, they're real," he
insisted, gazing down at the daggers with her.
However, it didn't take long until Freya was rejecting him,
thanking him, but insisting that she couldn't accept them
because they were too much. Well that was ridiculous! Too much?
Nothing was worth "too much" to see Freya happy, or to call him
sweet. Now his cheeks were pink. "Freya," he said softly,
placing his hands on her's, gently pushing the daggers back in
her direction. "Please accept them. It'll make me happy," he
assured her, smiling sweetly. "If you truly like them, then they
were worth it," he told her, aware that he was probably
revealing some of his feelings that he tried to keep buried deep
inside his mind, but it didn't matter. Like he had said, it was
worth it.
He let go of Freya's hands, knowing how she was about physical
contact, and held his own hands behind back, making it harder
for Freya to try to return the daggers yet again. Well, even if
he were to try and return the daggers, there was no way he was
ever getting that ring back, so it truly, truly did not matter
at this point. Freya would accept his gift, and then, well, he
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Shang rolled his eyes when Emmett told him to give "them" a
break, no doubt referring to Dameron and Cass instead of Rowan
and Freya. Nah, he didn't really feel like it. If he had to
watch these four dance around their feelings for much longer, he
was going to loose his mind. It was highly infuriating to see
these clowns act all shy and oblivious. All you had to do was
say what was on your mind. Was that really so hard?
Yes.
Shang merely observed as Cass agreed to spend the evening with
Dameron, asking him why. Well there was another perfect
opportunity to speak up, but Shang knew Dameron wouldn't, so he
just kind of slowly started to zone out. He felt like he should
no longer be listening to their conversation anyway. Really, he
and Emmett weren't a part of it anymore, and Shang was afraid
he'd shout something stupid like telling them to kiss or
something if he listened for too much longer.
He did smile, however, when Emmett complimented his match-making
skills. "If you don't watch out, I may have you with someone
soon enough," he warned the handsome man with a wink. "Honestly,
I just can't stand it when people just don't admit to how they
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Dameron let go of Cassia's hand almost as quickly as he had
grabbed it, surprised at himself for his actions, and, judging
from Cass's wide eyes, he wasn't sure if she quite liked the
contact. Then, after agreeing to spend the evening with him, she
asked why. Silently, he wondered if she asked because she
secretly didn't want to. If that was the case, all she had to
say was no. He wouldn't be offended. A little heartbroken, yes,
but not offended.
Gods, he really liked her.
"Well, I..." he began, trying to think of what to say.
Just tell her it's because you like her. Nothing really has to
change if she doesn't feel the same.
"I thought it would help us more on the battlefield if we spent
a bit more time together outside of battle," he said, which was
true, in a way, but not entirely. "Is that... acceptable?" he
asked politely, just double-checking to make sure that she even
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Emmett wanted to laugh at Dameron's half-assed attempt to not
sound like a creep when talking to Cassia. He wanted to poke fun
at the fact that he was more concerned with being polite than
being truthful. He wanted to laugh at the use of the word
acceptable in such a context. He wanted to, but he didn't. In
fact, Emmett understood Dameron's position. It was easy to poke
fun at it until he was reminded of his own romantic history.
Emmett lost the only woman he ever cared for because he kept his
mouth shut for too long. He only hoped Dameron could learn from
his mistake.
The couple was off in their own little world within seconds of
Cass accepting Dameron's invitation, leaving Emmett and Shang to
each other's company once again. He chuckled at Shang's comment
about having Emmett with someone soon. "I'm pretty content on my
own, actually," he said. He had too much on his plate to concern
himself with romances at this point. Maybe, subconsciously, that
was the reason that he never made any moves before. Being a
knight was tough. Being a knight that's hailed as some kind of
war hero is even tougher. He has a whole group of dragons and
not-dragons to lead and train. He doesn't need the added hassle
of a woman who wants to cuddle.
At the second comment, the one about Shang hating it when people
didn't admit their feelings, Emmett felt something strange.
Familiarity, for one. but he could also tell that Shang was
masking something. He decided not to press it further. "I can
understand that," he admitted. It was frustrating when people
hid their feelings. It always created unnecessary tension. "But
they're afraid," he added.
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It still didn't make much sense to Freya. Why was Rowan being so
nice to her? Well, he was always nice to her. He was a sweet man
in general. But it didn't make sense that, on tonight of all
nights, he felt the need to go out of his way and spend way too
much money on her. She'd spent the entire day doing nothing but
making mistakes. Hell, she punched him earlier and he still
wanted nothing more than to comfort her. He was too good for
her. Rowan was too good for this world. She hated the idea of
anyone treating him bad. Or hurting his feelings. Like she was
doing right now.
She wanted to fight him more on this. She wanted to keep going
on about how they were too perfect and too much for her and
about how she didn't deserve them. She wanted to say that she'd
gotten too many nice things today and that she was starting not
to feel like herself anymore. But then she saw his stupid puppy
dog eyes and his stupid blushing cheeks and his stupid sweet
smile. He was so gentle when he put his hands on hers that it
made her shudder. No one was ever gentle with her. Then he made
the comment about accepting his gift making him happy and about
how it was worth it if she liked them. Dammit. Why did he have
to be so sweet?
He released her hands and already she craved the contact again.
She sighed. "Thank you, Rowan," she said. He'd already held his
hands back, so it'd be pretty hard to give the daggers back
anyway. Plus, they were really, really pretty. And sharp. And
significantly better than the shitty iron ones she'd been using
for years. "They really are perfect," she added. She went to
slide them into her pocket. And then remembered that,
apparently, classy women don't believe in pockets. So she
panicked and jammed them -- wrapped up, of course -- into her
boots.
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Dameron dropped her hands almost immediately and she winced
again. She liked the contact and was kind of upset when he broke
it. It just reminded her that, despite him wanting to spend time
with her, Dameron did not actually enjoy her company. She just
wondered what it was about her that repulsed him so much. Did
she smell bad? Was it the way that she dressed? Was her hair not
right? Or was it something else entirely? Maybe it had nothing
to do with cosmetics. Maybe Dameron just hated who she was as a
person. That broke her spirit just a little bit.
It didn't make sense that Dameron, who obviously was disgusted
by her in some fashion, wanted to spend time with her.
Especially on the night of a festival when he could hang out
with anyone he wanted. So, when he explained that it was to
strengthen their bond as partners, it started to make sense.
This had to do with the logic of the situation and nothing more.
"That makes sense, I suppose," she said. She forced a smile even
though she was definitely upset. "So, what did you have in mind
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Rowan couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face
when Freya thanked him for the daggers. He knew he would win in
the end, but really, it wasn't about winning - it was about
seeing how happy the daggers had made her. How happy he had made
her. If there was one person in the world he loved to make
smile, it was definitely Freya. Maybe someday he'd have the guts
to tell her that. He bit his tongue when Freya referred to the
daggers as perfect, making sure he didn't accidentally say
something along the lines of "you're perfect." He was doing so
well right now, he would have hated to have spoiled the moment
with saying something like that.
He watched as Freya slid the daggers into her boots, which were
probably the last remaining articles of clothing on her that
still made her look like her. Not that she didn't look like
herself. She did, but just... fancy. He wondered if they were
new or if she had somehow convinced Shang to let her wear them.
Or maybe she slid them on without Shang noticing. Either way,
Freya placing the daggers within them was very much... her.
Gods, he was so hopelessly in love with this woman. He only
hoped it wasn't blatantly obvious. He was such a mess when it
came to everything and he feared that if she ever found out,
well, that he would mess up what they had too.
"So, uh, do you wanna, I don't know, dance?" he asked, feeling a
bit awkward and at a loss for words. He figured dancing would be
easier than trying to say something other than "hey, I like you
a lot." Then again, perhaps dancing was the last thing they
should do. Shit, they would have to touch one another and be
really close and probably have to look at one another.
Shit.
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Shang smirked as he watched Dameron and Cassia, the pair being
completely hopeless. Really, who asked if "hanging out" was
acceptable? Acceptable. Was it really that hard to just say how
you felt and go on with your life? Of course, but that wasn't
going to stop Shang from being a little judgmental, hypocritical
bitch about that whole thing. Being judgmental was one of his
many skills.
Shang clucked his tongue when Emmett insisted that he was fine
being on his own. "That's what they all say, honey," he said
quietly, still staring at Cassia and Dameron even though he knew
that he and Emmett had been completely forgotten about. Many
people, including himself, say that they're fine being
unencumbered, and perhaps even better off, but Shang knew that,
deep down, everyone craved something. No one truly enjoyed being
alone. It wasn't human nature. Still, he'd let Emmett keep
believing whatever he wanted. It wasn't Shang place to force the
man into anything or make him change his beliefs.
He hummed in response to Emmett's second comment about Dameron
and Cassia being afraid to admit their feelings. He understood
that. It's what he was being so hypocritical about. The one time
he had had such feelings himself he buried them deep, deep down
until it was too late. And when he had finally admitted them,
everything when to shit. "Then in that case, I suppose I
understand," he somewhat lied, squeezing his hands together in
front of himself, straightening his shoulders. He no longer
cared for this conversation, nor did he find himself caring to
look at Dameron and Cassia or Rowan and Freya anymore.
"Well, how about us single men enjoy ourselves tonight? I hear
they serve really good mead here," he suggested, unable to even
think about the last time he had drank mead. His family normally
stuck with the finer alcohols. Nonetheless, he'd kill for
something strong in his system.[/center]
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Dameron felt relieved when Cassia agreed to spend time with him,
finding logic in his reasoning. Even though he now knew his true
feelings towards her, he still found it very difficult to tell
her himself. Though, he supposed these things took time. The
Capitol wasn't built in a day, after all. Besides, he still
didn't know if Cass even felt the same about him. How were you
supposed to tell? He should have asked Emmett and Shang more
questions. He was clueless when it came to this sort of thing.
Even Rowan was showing him up - not that it was a competition.
"Well, we could..." Dameron took a moment to observe his
surroundings, searching for something for them to do. There was
dancing, which Dameron felt was too intimate at the moment,
drinking, which felt too casual, and the many, many stands that
surrounded them filled with many different things. A stand
filled with flowers especially caught Dameron's eye. At the
stand, a man had just completed a beautiful handmade flower
crown, placing it on the woman's head next to him, both of them
smiling and laughing. Well that didn't appear to be too saucy.
"Um, here," he said suddenly, carefully taking Cass's hand to
lead her in the direction of the booth. He let go of her once
more once they reached it in favor of selecting a few flowers
and twine. He picked mostly pastel pinks - ones that he thought
would pair nicely with her nearly silver hair and glassy green
eyes. Gently, he twisted them around the twine, concentrating
very hard as he did so. It wasn't long until it was completed,
perfectly wound together. He held it up, smiling shyly as tried
to avoid Cass's gaze. "What do you think?" he asked, sounding a
bit strained. Maybe this was still too much. Who, out of the
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Honey. Shang just called him honey. "In all seriousness, it's
not easy to find the time or energy for relationships when
you're in my position," he said. He really, really wanted Shang
to not interfere in his love life. Or lack thereof. He didn't
think Shang was too serious about setting him up with anyone,
but he had to make sure. He didn't know the man well enough to
make such assumptions. "I'm happy with my friendships and my
job," he added with a shrug. He wanted to sound nonchalant while
also being serious. he was making this really weird, wasn't he?
And he was dragging this out.
Shang said he could understand being afraid to admit his
feelings. It felt somewhat insincere, as if he was holding
something back. Emmett decided it would be a bad idea to press
anymore. Shang obviously wanted to keep stuff to himself. He
understood. Emmett wasn't extremely secretive, but he kept a few
things to himself. Well, mostly. Rowan knew pretty much
everything about him. Of course, that wasn't necessarily because
Emmett told him everything. Rowan just had an odd gift for
keeping track of all of Emmett's inner feelings. It probably had
something to do with the telepathic bond -- and Emmett's
inability to always control his thoughts.
Emmett nodded at Shang's suggestions that the single men 'have
fun tonight'. "The mead here is pretty good, but a little mild
for my taste. The stronger stuff is the stuff they have imported
from up North," he said with a shrug. He then took it upon
himself to order them a couple of glasses. "This stuff is pretty
sweet," he added, taking a sip from his glass. "Freya hates it.
But Rowan likes it well enough," he said. He just realized that
the only things he knew how to talk about were his friends.
Emmett wasn't as interesting as many liked to think he was.
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Rowan got all smiley when Freya finally accepted his gift. He
got what he wanted. And damn he was adorable. This moment was
nice and quiet and sweet and pleasant and so oddly comfortable
and uncomfortable at the same time. She didn't understand how
she could simultaneously feel at peace and nauseous. Usually,
when she and Rowan interacted, there was banter and then it got
awkward and weird. But, right now, he was being so, so sweet to
her and Freya was feeling ridiculously humbled and it changed
the entire dynamic of the night. She'd actually forgotten that
they were at a festival because, in that moment, it felt like
they were alone.
Then he asked her dance and she blinked. She'd never been asked
to dance before. Hell Freya had never danced before in general.
Well, not since she was a child. In the brothel where she was
raised, she'd occasionally dance with some of the other children
while ignoring her mother and the illicit activities that went
on. But she'd never formally learned to dance. And she'd never
danced with a man. They'd have to be touching. And, like, kinda
intimate. Oh boy. But she couldn't say no to him. Not while he
was looking at her like that. And not after he'd just given her
such a wonderful gift. She nodded in response.
"But, uh," he began, gesturing toward her midsection. "My wounds
still aren't completely healed so, can you, maybe, take it easy
on me?" she asked. "I've never asked anyone to do that in my
entire life," she whispered. She sounded ridiculous. She didn't
need to tell him to be gentle with her, did she? Probably not.
God, she was already making a mess of things. "Also, I don't
exactly know how to dance," she said, glancing around the room.
A few other couples were doing it. It mostly just looked like
hugging and swaying. "But it doesn't seem to difficult," he
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This was so awkward. Why was this so awkward? Was it her? It
must have been her. Cassia wasn't sure what it was about her
that Dameron found so repulsive or sickening, but she had to do
something about it. But she couldn't just come out with this
Hey, I really like you and it hurts my feelings that you seem to
find me disgusting. Can you tell me what to fix and how to make
you fall in love with me? She had to be sneaky. And if there was
one thing that Cassia was truly bad at, it was being sneaky.
This was going to be a challenge.
Dameron didn't have a plan. That was fine. She didn't either.
Hell, Cassia wasn't even initially planning on coming out
tonight. She had no idea what was going on or what to do. There
was some dancing going on, but there was no way Dameron would be
okay with that. Besides, that was something for, like, couples
and stuff. They weren't a couple. They
were just teammates. There was also drinking, but Cassia felt
like that was a bad idea. If she had too much wine in her
system, she might say something she'd regret. She noticed the
flower stand too, buy she didn't seem to linger on it as long as
Dameron did.
He took her hand once more, which made her smile, softly,
hopeful not so he would notice. Then he let go. Again. He must
have just realized that it was her hand he grabbed and not
someone more appealing. He then quickly took some soft pink
flowers. They were pretty pastels. Cassia thought they were
beautiful. She watched him work with the flowers. For such a
fierce fighter, she adored how Dameron had such a gentle, tender
touch. Most men would have ripped the stems in half at this
point, but he carefully wove the piece together until it formed
a soft, dainty crown. "I didn't know you could weave," she
breathed. "It's really, really pretty, Dameron," she said. "Are
you planning on wearing it?"[/center]
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