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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 14, 2020, 11:11 am
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Dimitri was beginning to consider heading back, that this idea
truly was stupid and that he needed to go home before he got
caught. But it seemed fate’s humor only seemed to get worse with
time. For as soon as he turned to head back to the home he
almost ran straight into a bewildered Nesryn. Dimitri instantly
felt his stomach drop, despite the blush that crawled through
his cheeks and the way his tongue immediately tied. What could
he honestly say to a woman who shouldn’t have known he was there
in the first place?
Before he could even conjure up an excuse, Nesryn was glaring at
him and hauling him by his shirt into her space. His eyes
widened at the fury in her expression, knowing d*mn well he was
in big trouble. Even if his heart fluttered a bit at how pretty
she looked with her eyes narrowed and her face inches from his,
he felt a certain level of guilt and shame at being caught
there. Her demand to know why he was there earned her a wince
and a sheepish look from the man. “I wanted to follow you to
make sure you were okay. You seemed strangely off when I was
talking to you in your room and I got this strange feeling that
you were nervous. I was worried.” He said quickly, the response
leaving him in a flood of nerves and fear. She didn’t seem to
care for his reasoning, but instead let him tag along.
After the shove, Dimitri righted himself against the cart and
blinked, looking very confused. He had anticipated a different
reaction. Honestly, he expected to get socked in the face or for
her to draw a knife at him again. However, Nesryn was letting
him go with her into the meeting. Well, under threat of losing
his tongue if he spoke. Perhaps to be an ass or to heed her
warning, he gave only a nod and followed her into the tavern.
Honestly, Dimitri was expected to be faced with some all
powerful assassin or some evil looking man with a mustache and a
goatee combo. Instead, there was just this person, at a table,
with a book in his lap. He rose a brow, not seeing what was to
be feared of when it came to this man. He knew better than to
judge a book by its cover, so Dimitri stuck close to Nesryn and
followed her lead.
When she sat across from the man, Dimitri pulled a chair by her,
wanting to be near if there were reason to leave this place
quickly. He found it odd how unassuming this man looked and it
was setting off a strange sensation of unease in him. This man
addressed him first, seemingly picking Dimitri apart verbally
just by looks alone. He got some of it right...well quite a bit
right. It didn't make Dimitri any less irritated by the blunt
man. He couldn't help that his eyes narrowed some when he called
him out on his affections for Nesryn. Or perhaps he did--In all
honesty, he didn't know what arduous meant as his education
never went past reading, writing, and basic arithmetic. Enough
to help run a household and manage affairs of its upkeep.
Nothing more, nothing less.
However, it must have meant something akin to affection, as one
glance at Nesryn showed she was thinking about something. Well,
he thought by now that would have been obvious that he liked the
woman and perhaps wished he could get to know her more
intimately. However, he knew his place and knew it wasn't to be
with her duties and apparent only tolerance of him...He wouldn't
deny what the man was saying, but his trivialization of it all
made him feel a bit more annoyed.
'And you must be Nesryn's mysterious friend. A cocky, know it
all pr*ck that has a pension for scaring and harming defenseless
young women.' The retort sat on his tongue, there and ready to
be volleyed at him. But Nesryn asked him not to speak for a
reason and Dimitri wasn't about to upset her further by feeding
into what this man was pushing on him. But it was rude to not
answer the man, so he simply offered him a tense polite smile,
clearly not liking the man or his smile. "Dimitri Valcrow. I am
Luna's butler and a coworker of Miss Zoya's. But don't mind me.
Your meeting is with Miss Zoya." He said with a glance at Nesryn
and admittedly some pink in his face from being outed by this
man that quickly and unexpectedly.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 14, 2020, 8:52 pm
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Nesryn shot Dimitri a glare when he just openly stated his name
and confirmed Farren's prying. If the man didn't know who you
were, it was best to keep it that way. Nesryn gave an annoyed
gesture to a barmaid who put a tankard in front of her; which
Nesryn pointedly sat in front of Dimitri.
Farren turned his conniving stare toward Nesryn, "So, long time
no see. What prompted you to call this meeting?"
"Don'tact as though you don't know what you did. You're
interfering with my contract and I'd like you to explain why"
"Explain? Oh dear Nesryn~" Farren leant forward "I don't have to
explain anything to you. I'm doing my job"
Nesryn held back her anger and calmly recited the arguments
she'd already prepared, "Under the Guild code in regards to
cross-contracts, you aren't allowed to carry out a contract if
it interferes with a previously existing contract. So unless
your contract was pre-existing you have no right to interfere"
Farren leant back in his chair and simply regarded her silently
for a moment, "Your control of emotion has grown much better
Nesryn. Colour me impressed"
"That's not what we're here about. Answer the question"
"You've also grown very bold. It wasn't long ago that me being
in the same room as you made you shake like a leaf"
"I'm not child anymore and your insults mean nothing"
"I see..."
The silence hung a moment and Farren sighed, "Truth be told I
was testing you. I needed to see if you had changed since I last
saw you-"
Here Nesryn's anger flared and she slammed a fist on the table,
her breath growing heavier as her eyes flashed with rage,"You
mean if I had healed since our last encounter? I passed the
training. That was my test and you have no right to question any
of my contracts. I've completed all of them with zero hesitation
and zero failures. I've earned my right to not be beneath your
'watchful gaze' I'm no apprentice any more"
Farren gave a small chuckle of amusement, "You think your role
will remain a simple lackey? You think you're just going to be
carrying out contracts for the rest of your life? You severely
misjudge my intentions..."
Nesryn withdrew her clenched fist and hid it under the table in
her lap. Her mind flickered with confusion. What did he want
from her? It sounded as though he was preparing her for
something,but for what?
"All I have to say is that I don't think your contract will
continue much further after Luna's wedding. When your contract
ends I expect to see you again so I may give you your next one"
Farren stood and gave a small tip of the chin,"Till then"
With that he left and Nesryn remained in her chair, staring at
the dirty wooden table.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 14, 2020, 11:09 pm
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Dimitri caught the pissy look from Nesryn and knew he had messed
up. He didn’t argue with the man—but he did speak. Was that
still bad? He flinched when she slammed the drink in front of
him, like she was pacifying an infant. It annoyed him slightly,
but he wasn’t about to turn down a free drink. Even if he was
using it to keep his mouth shut while the two spoke. That was
easy enough without the alcohol as the two volleyed information
at each other.
So Nesryn was an assassin contracted to protect Luna. That
explained all the knives on her person and her skill level. She
was a Quill. He had heard of them in legend and stories, but
never met one himself. Honestly, they were the rumored assassins
in the dark that haunted the dreams of the elite and powerful,
unlucky souls in Liphilius. And yet here he sat with two of
them...
Two that had the connection of master and pupil. Dimitri
observed his demeanor as this man all but tainted Nesryn with
her past. He seemed to be picking her apart and looking for a
weakness. Why else would he bring up an obviously painful past?
The idea of Nearyn being emotional and angry was a strange
thought to him, but it was made clear when he revealed she was
once scared of him. He looked to Nesryn from the corner of his
eye, his lips pulling into a concerned frown.What had this man
done to her that made her, this strong Elviyene assassin he knew
today, so afraid? Surely he could do a lot of damage if he
thought trying to murder Luna was a good test of Nesryn’s skill.
He jumped when she slammed a fist on the table, eyes flicking
between the two as she growled out her reasons he shouldn’t have
been interfering. It was clear there was still some pain and
fear there under all that anger. Dimitri could feel the way it
ebbed at her rage. Clearly her former master sensed it to, as he
gave this chuckle that made Dimitri glare at him. This wasn’t
funny. What was funny about scaring or hurting someone?
His expression fell back to reserved uncertainty when the man
went on to tell Nesryn he had bigger plans for her, sounding
like a promotion to Dimitri. Why was this man willing to help
someone rise in the ranks if he tormented them so? Did Nesryn
even want some new title? He was about to look to her and ask
her, until news that she might be fired after the wedding
reached him. He froze unable to help that his hands tightened on
the tankard and his attention fully turned to Nesryn. Was that
true? Would she really be leaving Luna’s service after the
wedding? Surely Luna would still need a guard...but perhaps
Hythian’s had their own guards?
He didn’t want to think about that. They still had plenty of
time before Luna’s wedding and surely Lady Freida would keep her
employed...Besides, it wasn’t much of Dimitri’s business if she
ended up leaving...That thought hurt him a little, but he knew
he couldn’t show that. It wasn’t right for him to think he had
any sway in keeping her there when he clearly held no say in the
matter or no reason for her to stay.
When Farren left them alone, Dimitri caught Nearyn staring at
the table strangely. He touched her shoulder lightly, just to
get her attention. “Nesryn, you handled that well. Your former
teacher is kind of d*ck.” He told her before clearing his throat
some. “Are you okay? We could talk about it...if you want.” He
asked, realizing he wasn’t sure what else to say to her at the
moment that wouldn’t upset things. She was clearly in an
emotional state before and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt
her. He wanted to help, but he truly couldn’t understand the
depths of whatever was in her past. But he was trying as best he
could to at least listen to her.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 15, 2020, 9:35 am
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The touch to her shoulder sent alarms ringing through her being
and within a split moment her hand snapped up to grab his wrist,
eyes meeting his; full of wild emotions and thoughts. Though,
realising it wasn’t a threat, she shakily let go. Only now
registering his questions, she swiped the rest of his ale from
him and quickly threw it back, wiping her mouth on the back of
her hand. As a barmaid walked past again, Nesryn held out the
tankard with a short, “Another” before the maid scurried of to
quickly oblige her. Silence hung heavy until the drink was
brought to her and she once more finished it quickly. Now she
seemed less shaky and she looked to Dimitri.
“Y-you shouldn’t have followed me here. He knows you now- You
could have been hurt! And for what? Wanting to hold my hand and
baby me? You should be so reckless with your loyalty. I’ve
hardly done anything to deserve it and all it could bring you is
danger...”
She let out a calming breath and tried to bring herself back
under command. She couldn’t let her emotions for Dimitri-
whatever they may be -rule her. Like Farren had assessed, she’d
grown more calm with time and training but her emotions still
bubbled there.
“But yes... Farren is a big Wyvern d*ck who should be drowned in
ale and set alight...” her memories of him flashed before her in
rapid succession. Staring into the empty tankard, Nesryn finally
let Dimitri in a little.
“I was rescued out of the space trade... we were about to be
loaded onto a ship to be taken to Phonax when a group of
vigilantes attacked. They distracted the guards for a few
moments and well... I escaped-“ she wasn’t ready to share that
part of herself so she skipped ahead “I was living on the
streets and was unfortunate enough to pick the pocket of none
other than Farren Waymaker, Head Instructor of the assassins
sector of the Guild. At that point, stable income seemed much
better than living on the street. I had no idea what I was in
for... but apparently I was a natural”
She shook the thoughts from her head and ordered another drink,
throwing it back as well before folding her arms and resting her
chin on them; fire reflected in her eyes as she let herself
reminisce. She realised this must have been awkward for Dimitri
to listen to and she gave a grimace, “I’m sorry. That was too
much. Look on the bright side; you might not have to put up with
me for very long...”
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 15, 2020, 11:32 am
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Dimitri hadn’t expected her to seize his hand nor look so
alarmed by the touch. It only further solidified in his mind
that she was not okay, that whatever had happened in her past
was still affecting her at this moment. He hated that he
startled her, but he figured she didn’t take much offense to it
since she soon released him and turned to drinking instead.
Whatever was plaguing her mind, it seemed she wanted more
alcohol to calm it. Dimitri resolves himself to staying with her
while she drank, especially if she was planning on drinking
more. He didn’t think it was right to leave her when she seemed
upset.
Her scolding earned her a frown from him, not an angry one or
even a judgmental one. Just one that seemed slightly confused
since he wasn’t sure where she got that assessment of his
actions and motivations from. Most of it wasn’t true and the
rest he didn’t quite care. That man could turn on him and harm
him if it would really solve anything. He doubted it since his
life wasn’t worth much, not beyond the value he held as a
servant...He lost that dignity of freedom the moment he let
those Phonaxian jackasses train him and his sister like
dogs...So at the end of the day, he doubted the man would use
his harm for anything...As long as he left Luna and Nearyn
alone, Dimitri felt he could put up with a lot...
He didn’t speak initially and instead let her get it out. It
seemed like she wanted someone to listen, not judge her words.
So he ordered a drink for himself and sat back in his chair,
watching her with a calm expression as she spoke. He didn’t
expect Nesryn to share her past with him and the news she was
once a slave brought a pain to his chest for her. The Elviyenne
in Ilydia Bay has often been former slaves or those that escaped
the oppression. Nesryn must have had to do hard things to make
it to where she was now, if an assassins guild and the torments
she obviously faced there were better than the streets. He
admired the strength he saw in her and that resolve she had to
survive. Many in her shoes would have given up or let themselves
wither or become bitter. Instead, Here was this woman with power
and grace, that may have been a bit rough around the edges, but
was beautiful none the less with her few her flaws. He felt a
bit touched she would share that with him...Even if it caused
him to hold empathy for her and more anger towards that
mysterious man he just met.
Dimitri let that anger fade with a swallow of ale, but almost
choked on that drink when she apologized and made such an off
color remark about him being happy when she left. He felt his
mouth get the better of him, his own thoughts rebelling against
the idea that she really thought he wanted her gone.
“Nesryn, don’t apologize for saying anything. I want to listen
to you and you needed someone to hear you and what you had to
say. You should never apologize for that. Or think that I ever
want you gone. I should be the one apologizing you have to put
up with me. With you...I would never want you to leave.” He
admitted before his expression hardened some. “So what I
gathered was your former teacher was testing you because he has
something bigger planned for you. After all your fighting and
hard work that must be bitter sweet or at least of interest to
you? Perhaps something better? You have a right to despise the
man and to be skeptical. But I would have to agree you are a
natural at this... brave, intelligent, lethal, powerful..I’m
sure whatever is in store you’ll meet it head on. Unless you
truly don’t care for being an assassin?”
He then played with the side of his cup, trying to think how to
word the next bit. He had to tell her and quit beating around
the bush with her. It was only fair when Farren already kind of
outted him...Besides, he couldn’t let her go around harboring
some negative self talk about his motivations that she made up
in her own mind.
“As for what you said earlier...I followed because clearly there
was something bothering you and I didn’t feel right he making
you face that alone. I hadn’t wanted you to know I followed you,
but it just kind of worked out that way. I’m glad I did though.
That man was a wyvern dick.” He said with a gentle grin. “If I
was going to hold your hand it wouldn’t be to baby you, Nesryn.
Believe me, not even a fool would make the mistake of seeing you
as anything less than who you are... I know d*mn well you can
take care of yourself. That much is very clear from the moment
you walked into the home.” He shook his head some, his
expression faltering a bit as he thought about his loyalty. Yes,
it had been betrayed recently and it was clear he certainly
didn’t know how to pick people to ally himself with...but things
were different with Nesryn...she was...he didn’t know quite how
to word it, but he would try. “The point of being loyal is to
support someone, to take their side and to be there for them.
You have protected the people closest to me, you have been civil
with me when I’ve deserved worse, and you’re genuinely someone I
care about. I think that sounds like enough of a reason to
support you too? Right?” He said before giving an almost
uncertain look at the table. “Unless that loyalty makes you
uncomfortable, then I could...endeavor to give you more space.
As you said...you won’t exactly be with us long...” He felt the
news still burned lightly in his gut but he was trying to be
understanding for her.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 16, 2020, 7:07 am
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Nesryn let his words linger a little, feeling an odd ache in her
chest, wanting desperately to look at him and see his face as he
expressed how he felt. However, just his voice sent ripples
through her; his words ricocheting within her rib cage and
thudding against her heart.
'I would never want you to leave'
'you’re genuinely someone I care about'
The words rattled her and made a different sort of fear arise
within her. She realised she may perhaps enjoy his company;
though he talked to often, was much to liberal with compliments
and on the whole cheesy- She frowned a little in thought as she
addressed his question of her 'promotion' and looked into her
tankard.
"You see... I had no choice but to join the Guild. I had to make
do and I thought just doing what I was told was enough... that
perhaps this chance to be something more important would serve
me well..." she sighed "But the higher up you go in the Guild
the more entangled you are. I've witness many a desertion and
have know them only to end with their lives..." she looked at
Dimitri "If I accepted Farren's proposal, I can't guarantee I'll
ever leave the Quills..."
At the notion that she would be leaving soon she jutted out her
chin in that familiar gesture of apathy and determination, "My
contract isn't fulfilled and until it is, I have no intention of
leaving. After all, I've grown fond of our lady and... other
things within the Witheres household"
Freida was not the best at establishing contracts and when she'd
hired Nesryn she was quite shaken by her husbands death. So when
she wrote the final clause in regard to the termination of it
she simply wrote "Miss Zoya will be employed for the rate of 75
gold pieces a fortnight until my daughter, Miss Luna DeWitheres,
can be guaranteed safety" As far as Nesryn was concerned, no one
was ever guaranteed safety. Especially someone in her position
and with her fiance. With a small yawn, she reached for her once
again filled tankard and let the liquid pass her lips and settle
with a fire in her stomach. She blinked a little to clear the
fog from her mind; perhaps she'd had a little too much- Ah, but
with the immediate threat to Luna set aside and the origin
confirmed, she supposed she could allow herself a lapse in her
decorum and put on act of 'lady-in-waiting'
With another tankard finished, she rested back in her chair,
resting her heels up on the seat of another chair and pulling a
knife from her coat. She held the blade, tip to the wood, with a
single finger as she made it spin around absently.
"You know Mitri... I think I know why your voice irritates me-"
she said bluntly, tilting her head in an almost contemplative
manner "It irritates me because it sends these odd feelings
through me... from here" she pointed to a spot on her chest
between her breasts and tracing down to about where her belly
button would be before giving a vague downward gesture. She took
another sip from her tankard "You seem smarter with your mouth
shut, maybe the other servants might take you seriously if you
did it more often" she said before falling silent once more.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 16, 2020, 4:15 pm
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Nesryn fell silent after his words, making him wonder if he said
too much or maybe not enough? Was he being annoying? Or maybe he
pissed her off with being too blunt? The last thing he wanted
was to make her uncomfortable, but Dimitri had never been one
for fussing with dishonesty or hiding his intentions and
thoughts. She could always tell him off and he would quit, as
was his intentions and expectation after her pause.
However, she launched into explaining her reasoning for joining
the guild instead. He wasn't surprised to hear she had to join
out of circumstance or that she treated it as her way out of the
poverty and life she once faced. But the news she may one day
want out of the assassins guild made him mull that thought over.
He felt similarly about the life as a servant, but again that
life wasn't nearly as dangerous as her's. Servants could
leave...Apparently assassins were meant to be in for life. He
tried to consider what they might do to a deserter. Most likely
it wasn't pretty...
"What would you want to do then? If you weren't with the guild
and had the freedom to choose?" He asked her, since that was a
curious thought and perhaps a better view on how she thought and
what she valued. He knew what he would do, but of course he was
a bit stuck on what he could achieve after his training and
skill set. He shook that thought off and instead turned his
attention to her comments on staying.
He admittedly had difficulty keeping the elation from his
features at the news she wanted to stay. If not for Luna's sake
for the sake of valuing her job. And perhaps something more in
the home. "I'm glad to hear that. As I'm sure Luna will be as
well." He told her, even if he was sure she knew that on his
end.
She was drinking heavily, already finishing her third drink by
the time she pulled out a blade. He found his eyes drawn to the
dangerous edge of the knife, a bit fascinated by her ease with
toying with something that dangerous. It drew attention to her
slender fingers and up the line of her arm to her face and those
bright eyes that watched the blade spin with passive attention.
She really was lovely and only seemed to become more so the more
he got to know her. It was certainly a pipe dream to think he
ever had a chance with her...But he did hope he would one day
catch her eye or at least not make her not see him as just some
stupid man that got on her nerves.
He was brought back to attention when she spoke up, stating that
he irritated her and that she was going to share why. That
brought on a sinking feeling that she was going to tell him
something that confirmed his worries. He could think of a few
things himself that he could cite that would piss a woman off
about him. However, he bit back from daring to state them with a
drink of his ale. He would have choked on his drink if he didn't
pause when she admitted to his voice giving her a feeling. One
that traveled from her chest to her--Immediately red rose in his
pale cheeks, especially as he was unable to keep from following
the line of her fingers as they traced a line down the planes of
her body. Was she trying to embarrass the hell out of him here?
She must have been toying with him? Some assassin mind trick?
Surely she must have been drunk to be that blunt and think his
mind and body wouldn't react. What did she mean by all that? If
he read the situation right, she just admitted she was attracted
to his voice. Not really his words, but that was something. He
wasn't sure quite how to handle that and his mind felt as though
it fizzled out. He was going to sound like a moron the moment he
felt a nervous, self-conscious laugh coming to him.
"Uh--I--I see. That's--Um--good?" He swallowed hard, eyes
flicking back up to her face. His tongue was thoroughly tied, to
the point he almost couldn't make a sound as she went on to her
advice for him. Don't speak and maybe people might respect him.
As a stroke of dumb luck, he nodded to her, eyes averting as he
worked on getting ahold of himself. But, of course, he couldn't
keep his mouth shut long. Not after all that and a bit of liquid
courage in his veins. He might get smacked, but it was better to
take that shot and be shot down than to wonder and regret.
"I don't quite care what the other servants think, as long as
I'm not despised or considered a bigot or a lazy lout. And the
Witheres don't pay me for my--wit." He almost said 'tongue' but
that would bring back thoughts he shouldn't have been having.
"But, I do mind that I irritate you. Well hopefully in time we
could come up with a better word. You certainly have the same
effect on me." He leaned a little, a casual smile pulling at his
lips despite himself and the fact his heart thudded in his
chest. "If I talked less, I'd irritate you less. That would be a
shame, wouldn't it?" He asked with a flirtatious edge to his
voice.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 17, 2020, 8:09 am
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“The freedom to choose...?” her words turned quiet and she let
that thought simmer. Was there a choice? Which choice would she
make if she could? How was she to determine which choice was the
right one? Would any of them lead to this friendship she had
with Dimitri? So many questions swam through her mind and she
stopped spinning the blade, sheathing it again. All this
thinking was draining her already weary mind... but they were
interrupted by Dimitri’s voice again and at his words that he
was glad to have her staying, that little thrill ran through her
body just as she had demonstrated for him. She let it simmer as
she felt the tips of her ears go red, though she kept her body
language unchanged. She may be drunk but she still had pride-
As he stammered, she looked at him curiously. Why was his face
red? He wasn’t the one who made a fool out of them self. Though,
it was an oddity for Valcrow to be at a loss for words. Perhaps
it was her jab at his loose tongue.
“I’m sor-“ her apology was interrupted when he finally seemed to
find something to say. His turn of phrase brought back that
shock of tingles through her body and for a moment she felt a
little breathless as he smiled and her cheeks began to stain
pink.
All she had implied was that her irritated her with his talking
and he went and turned it as if she- like she wanted to- like
they would-
She drew in her lost breath, reprimanding her heart for still
being aflutter as she stood, a little wobbly at first until she
compensated for her tipsy mind.
“What would really be a shame is for me to have to cut out your
tongue for such- such- such attempts a wooing me. Now, we should
head back” she quickly hurried to the door, only half waiting
for Dimitri as she tried to hide her flushed face in her cowl.
What had gotten into her. Utter foolishness.
She moved as quickly as her alcohol influenced brain allowed
her. Only stumbling once on the way back to the mansion.
Nesryn had trouble getting to sleep that night, her mind
drifting to a particularly smart and quick pair of lips...
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 17, 2020, 7:55 pm
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‘Wow, I got Nesryn to blush.’ A victorious and almost awed smile
slipped his composure as Dimitri observed the pink spreading on
the woman’s face. Pink was a beautiful color on her, one that
made his own heart race and his attraction for the woman rose
another notch. Maybe his hopes of being an object of her
affection weren’t too far off...or perhaps she was blushing
because of him being too bold? Either way, he let himself enjoy
the one sign that she wasn’t completely cold or uncaring to his
words.
Dimitri’s expression fell when she rose and seemed to loose
balance momentarily. He would have risen to help her, if her
obvious threat hadn’t nailed him to his seat. So she caught on
to his ‘attempts at wooing her’ and didn’t seem to appreciate
them if cutting out his tongue was the only thing she wanted
from it. That was a shame, but Dimitri understood she probably
didn’t have time for flirtation or interest of another. She only
seemed to care about her work, which was very important and
could be inhibited by him. At least he tried...
“Yes, Miss Zoya.” He said as he rose, paying the bar tab and
following Nesryn back home. He kept a careful watch over her on
the way back and was only able to partially wish her goodnight
before she was fleeing his sight. It drew a softer smile to him
and a certain sense of nervous uncertainty to him that perhaps
he had messed things up between them. Well, he assumed if she
hadn’t slapped him or stabbed him yet then he was in the clear.
It was clear he was in a better mood the moment he went to bed,
humming a tune from Ilydia Bay that pissed his sister off by her
pelting him with a pillow.
The next morning the servants were summoned to attend lessons
for the future wedding and what their stations and tasks would
be. Even if the even was clearly a ploy to sell Luna off as a
bride for political ties and to punish her, Freida still wanted
this wedding to go off without a hitch. Of course, Dimitri and a
couple of the other butlers would be tending to the drinks and
horderves. Not that his mind was in the right place to be
managing much of anything. His mind kept wandering to Nersyn and
the events of the night before. Was she doing alright after her
talks with her former teacher? Was she hung over? Was she going
to be avoiding him today? He hadn’t seen her because of the
training. Perhaps he wouldn’t have a chance to see her today at
all...He was so caught up in his wonderings that he ran into
another servant while carrying a stupid tray filled with a
pitcher and flutes of drink, ones that broke and splashed the
practice water all over him. He was cussed out by the caretaker
of course and was told that would be coming from his pay. Either
way, Dimitri grumbled out an apology and was sent off to go deal
with the mess he created and the fact he looked like a drowned
rat.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 21, 2020, 9:52 pm
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Nesryn had hurried back to her room that night, her mind in
overdrive as she still felt the tingle from his teasing and the
way his words seemed to cause her whole body to heat up. When
she managed to shut the door and stumble over to her wash basin,
she had calmed slightly- maybe it was the cold water she
splashed her face with. Needless to say her thoughts and dreams
were filled with a certain smarta*s and how much she really
wanted him to 'irritate' her.
Nesryn's Elviyenne physique meant that her processing of alcohol
was pretty efficient. When she woke up, she was tired but not
hung over. The memories of the night hit her in the morning and
she gave a sigh. Perhaps letting herself drink so much was a bad
idea, but for now she would pretend nothing had happened at all
and go about her day. Nesryn grabbed a light blue dress and
slipped it on, restrapping her weapons again before giving
herself a once over in the mirror. She paused for a moment as
she made to tie her hair back and instead let it hang about her
shoulders. It had been a while since she'd cut her hair and it
hung just below her shoulders, framing her face. She tilted her
head slightly and tucked a strand behind her ear. She wondered
for a moment if this were more flattering- With a sigh of
annoyance for such thoughts, up went the hair again into its
usual do.
"Don't be silly..." she muttered to herself as she went
downstairs for prep-day.
Nesryn had only one role during the wedding; attend to Luna. She
would assist with her wedding dress, her veil and the
pre-wedding preparations. During every other part of the evening
she would be her guard until the wedding night. She had been
informed that Luna would be guarded by Hythian guards for the
evening and she would 'have two days leave.' It made Nesryn
uneasy but she knew that Elvi mating and marriage traditions
would mean that she wouldn't want to be anywhere near the couple
for at least 24-hours. Males could be unreasonably protective
and with what she had seen of Malachi so far further enforced
that it wouldn't be pleasant.
Nesryn was now just assisting the other house staff with things
and at the present moment she was carrying dirty tablecloths to
the laundry.
A shatter-
The assassin was immediately alert and hurried around the corner
to see what the matter was. However, the sight she was met with
was hardly any cause for alarm. Poor Dimitri seemed to have had
a collision and came off second best; glass everywhere, shirt
and jacket soaked. She moved forward, chin out, toward him. With
a glance toward the agitated servant, they hurried off.
Wordlessly, she knelt down beside where Dimitri was now sweeping
up glass and began to sop up the water with one of the
tablecloths.
"I see you weren't content with your evening bath Mr Valcrow.
Was the shower more fitting?" her side-eye toward him showed a
cheeky spark though her face remained passive. After wiping the
floor, she grabbed a dry corner of a cloth and dabbed at his
shirt and coat.
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