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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 25, 2020, 12:08 am
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Dimitri’s face fell when she went into a story about going to
Phonax to hunt down slave traders. Specifically the Hythians.
That drew ire from Dimitri, one that simmered deep inside of
him. They were really that crooked? And Freida was letting Luna
marry into that? No wonder Nesryn was worried Luna would have
assassins sent after her…He did know the bit about the slaves
being Elviyenne but hadn’t expected to hear she was one...Was
that what she was hinting at? So she went from slavery to being
an assassin...And yet she didn’t find that supplier.
“Well with Luna marrying that awful son of theirs, maybe this
will give you a chance to get close? Maybe you could do a little
recon on Malachi and see if he might know the contacts for the
supplier?” He tried to offer that silver lining, since he was
interested in seeing her achieve that noble goal of stopping
someone from abusing others. His sister and he were no stranger
to what Phonax was doing to the Elviyenne in Ilydia Bay, nor
what happened when you were a child without parents in a port
city…
Her questions for him did make him pause, mostly because they
were sort of the line of questioning he was worried about.
Dimitri wondered a moment if this would cause her to think less
of him, but he would endeavor to be as honest as she was with
him. “Oh the tale of servitude and family drama. Good one.” He
teased lightly, the humor to deflect his feelings on the
questions.
“I think I understand your sentiments about slavers...My sister
and I were slaves as kids. In Ilydia Bay they work on a contract
system. Someone buys your contract and sometimes they tipped or
even paid if the work was hard enough. I took contracts that
paid the highest in the Bay to keep my sister out of the
brothels. Of course that didn’t stop her from befriending
everyone there. They were great ladies. All of them…” One such
lady was a woman he affectionately referred to as ‘Mom’, an
Elviyenne woman that broke down his walls and genuinely cared
for him and his sister. It was back in a time when Dimitri was
very distrustful of people’s intentions and scared of most
adults after everything he had seen. He loved her like she was
his real mother and she treated him with a kindness he hadn’t
known he deserved. Her presence in his life made him aware of
Elviyenne and their plight against oppression as Mom was part of
a resistance group in Ilydia Bay...He had wanted to stay and
help Mom fight against the injustice...but plans changed.
“Anyways, one of the women got me set up with lessons under a
Phonaxian training program for servants. Through the school, I
got contracts for my sister and I to work temporarily for a rich
family ‘summering’ in the Bay. Alycianna blew Freida out of the
water with her quick wit and she hired her on the spot... I was
able to impress upon Freida that they needed me and I was
trained enough to do the work that needed to be done. I couldn’t
let her go to Alessandria alone. Honestly, I didn’t think I
could stand being alone without her.” He admitted, remembering
his bright eyed and fiery sister that had been his only friend
in the Bay before Mom and the children of the women that worked
in the brothel. He always wanted to be like his sister,
confident and outspoken, clever with her thinking, and brave
enough to survive. Alycianna always had this fire in her that
always seemed to overshadow Dimitri’s more blunt and quiet
nature. But with time, he was able to strive to be like his
sister in their new home where he sought to branch out and be
better for when he returned home...Until his sister started
branching out too far and changing for the worst.
He leaned against the rail a bit more heavily, eyes on the city
below instead of Nesryn. This piece was harder to explain and
might sound odd, but he would try to explain it. “We...differ on
how we viewed this job. To be honest, we didn’t plan to stay
here long. Just get the papers to sail over here, make some good
money, and go about our lives together. Maybe even go back to
the Bay one day and live like royalty. But of course, the job
paid well, Nazareth took a shine to me, and Luna needed a
friend. Aly had Freida to follow around and dote on. So we stuck
around.” He licked his lips, a nervous habit when he was
thinking a bit too much. “The money got to her and she gave up
her independence, her spark. She started resembling the people
we hated, the ones that took everything from us and people like
Mom…” He felt the bitter energy rise that he had for people like
Freida and even Nazereth, people that buried their heads in the
sand while Phonax destroyed the Elviyenne culture and let them
take over the world and lined their pockets with their blood
money. It sickened him still to think he was paid with that same
money…
“When she started mouthing off about Luna and blaming her for
Lord Whitheres’s death with Freida, I realized she wasn’t my
little sister anymore. We drifted apart and don’t really speak
much anymore. She’s got her head too far up Freida’s skirts to
care or notice really.” He let that topic drop, realizing he
said too much but didn't care. He didn’t speak much about such
things and only really talked to Marcella about them. So why not
Nesryn who seemed trustworthy.
“What about you? Do you have any siblings? I know you don’t
really get to stick with family in the trade, but maybe you knew
some of them. Alycianna and I got lucky the merchant thought a
‘matching set’ was more profitable…” He asked before he then bit
his lip as another thought struck him. What if her family was
killed in slavery or she were separated from them? He wouldn’t
want to answer that if anything had happened to Alycianna. “Or
if that question is too personal or--well you know--What places
have you been to? You Elvi live longer than we do so you must
have seen some pretty cool places through the guild.” He said to
change the subject to something safer for her.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 25, 2020, 7:49 am
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Nesryn listened respectfully, her mind weaving together the
story of his life as the words left his lips. All of a sudden...
she felt closer to him. They shared some of the same story and
origin. They held some of the same scars. The story of how he
grew distant from his sister saddened her, as she knew what it
was like to lose that connection. At least she had closure in
the fact that her loved ones were dead; his sister was dead but
he still witnessed her walking about every day. She appreciated
how open he was being and found that perhaps she understood him
a little more and some of his odd habits and ways of doing
things.
He asked about family.
The assassin took a shaky breath and debated answering his much
simpler question but with how vulnerable he’d been with her...
she could only offer the same.
“I had a sister and niece... my sister and I were taken at a
younger age. Aalithia was such a beautiful girl... even by
Elviyenne standards she outshone us all” there was a small
glimmer of happiness that quickly went out “which... made her a
target of the more lonely and forceful slaver traders. She was
quickly with child”
Nesryn took another steadying breath, “But my sister was sick...
all the men that had forced themselves upon her had wreaked her
with ailments and the pregnancy weighed on this. But she held on
hoping that this baby would bring joy...”
She stilled, looking ahead at the landscape “She died giving
birth to her daughter, and of course I was unable to care for
the child. I had no milk for her, and could offer her nothing
else. The child died not long after...”
The memory of having to toss both her niece and her sister’s
body to sea haunted her. They’d been in the hold of a slave ship
when both had died, meaning that they weren’t afforded a burial
or ceremony. Simply tossed overboard with the dozens of others
who didn’t survive in the horrid conditions.
“They were the only family I really had. My mother is a vague
memory now”
To change the tone of the discussion she decided to also answer
his latter question, “As for places I’ve been? It might be more
suitable to ask where I haven’t been. There is a part of Glapera
which I have not been to, but other than that I would say I’ve
been everywhere”
“Your turn” she said in her native tongue ‘My question to you
is, what do you dream for the future?’
Now that Nesryn knew he was practicing his Ithyril she would
constantly make him use and listen to it at random. It was a
great advantage to speak more than one tongue and knowing
Ithyril meant he’d pretty much have friends anywhere. Elviyenne
were much more cordial and hospitable to those who spoke their
tongue, as it was a sign of being equal. Something valued in a
race torn apart by slavery and oppression.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 25, 2020, 2:30 pm
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Dimitri heard the shaky breath and knew that this was about to
be a tough conversation. He didn't want her to feel obligated to
talk about things that made her uncomfortable, but he knew she
was strong enough to say what she wanted and wouldn't be pushed
into anything by him. So he listened as she spoke and tried not
to let his emotions get in the way. The story of her sister and
niece made Dimitri's heart ache for Nesryn and her family. No
wonder Nesryn was who she was today...No wonder the guild was
able to earn her loyalty and skill...He wasn't sure what to say,
because there was nothing he could say. What happened to
Aalithia and her baby was wrong and the slavers deserved to pay
for perpetuating the cruelty against people...No amount of his
sorries or words on the matter changed that fact. But he did
want Nesryn to know he was there for her if that meant
anything...
The bit about her travels helped to lighten the mood of the
conversation, but only just so. He still couldn't get that image
of Nesryn having to watch that out of his head...He let it go as
to not dwell on things like that when he had her there for a
better afternoon together. "All the way to Glapera? I dare say
I'm jealous." He said with a softer look before he rubbed the
back of his neck at the next question. Well, that was a loaded
one as well. She was better at this than he was apparently. He
could blame it on her life as an assassin, he supposed. He
thought for a moment on how to word his answer and knew damn
well that he didn't have the vocabulary to say everything he
wanted but hell-it was worth a shot. Maybe his awful
pronunciation would be enough to make her smile.
"Another good question but a hard one. The future is kind of far
away and I rather like where I am at the present. I get to spend
a bit of the day with you after all." He turned a bit pink at
that admittance but felt it was only right to tell her. Perhaps
he would leave off the bit that her voice sounded sexy when she
was speaking Ithyril..."But if it's dreams we're talking about.
I feel like a large part of me wants to take the money I've been
putting away here, go back to Ilydia Bay, and try to do some
good with it. Whatever good I can do. If I can't do that, I want
to see more of Liphilius, maybe with someone important to me. If
she can tolerate my short comings." He gave a bit of a chuckle
to himself, not knowing what was in the cards for him and he
tried to live his life with some openness and no pressure on the
future...
"Same question. You didn't seem all that thrilled with what your
former teacher offered you, so I'm assuming you want more than
just the life of an assassin." He asked, but was sure he was
butchering the pronunciation or grammar all over the place in
his talking.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 25, 2020, 5:50 pm
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Nesryn was glad when Dimitri decided not to dwell on what she
had told him and move on to the topic of travel and the future.
Her brow creased a little in concentration as he spoke, working
hard to put his Ithyril together. Some words were in the wrong
tense and his grammar was quite pathetic- but she could still
understand enough to be able to continue with the conversation.
His almost child like way of talking brought an amused spark to
her eye. It was somewhat endearing to see the man fumble about
with words when he was so used to having them as his tool.
"That is... a very kind and compassionate desire. I'm sure you
will make it to Illydia Bay once more if you so set your mind to
it" she said in Duthul "Perhaps travel with accompany this
dream. You never know..." she refrained from mentioning anything
about the mentioned 'she' deciding that was dangerous waters.
When he flipped her own question on her and brought the topic of
Farren up she took a second to think.
"No... I'm not really fond of his offer. It would mean much more
involvement and entanglement in the Quills. The role I think he
wishes to give to me is of great power in the Guild but... it
also weighs a lot on those who carry it" she gave a small sigh
"I also had not planned on remaining this long in the Quills, I
planned to earn my way out but... that's not quite how it works"
She remembered the day she completed her training and trials.
Farren, and all the people who had mentored anyone handed their
apprentice an envelope. It was a receipt for all that they
needed to pay back in order to be an independent capable of
earning for themselves.
"I spent resources and time on making you who you are. Now that
you can repay it, you will. Just like any other apprentice"
Farren had told her. That sinking feeling when looking at the
list seeped into her posture. She had worked for at least five
years with continuous contracts to pay it off. She wondered
where that money went.
"As for my dreams of the future? I can't say I have many... I
wish to end the trade cycle if I can. Many have tried... After
that, I would like my own home. It sounds silly and small but...
to have a house- even if it were some small shack with mud walls
-would be my dream. I could stay in one place for longer than a
few months. Other than that I can't say I have many other
aspirations"
Nesryn didn't really have any other skills or trades she could
fall back on. Assassin's weren't much use to common folk and she
found it hard to think of a way she could apply those skills to
any other job. Perhaps an investigator? For inquiries and such?
Either way, she honestly had no idea. A little part of her was
doubtful she'd be able to get out of the Quills.
She went quiet a moment before looking to Dimitri, "I cannot
think of any more questions to ask"
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 26, 2020, 7:24 pm
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Dimitri didn’t need the approval on the goal and knew it was
what it was. He wanted to help the people that helped him when
he was at his lowest, perhaps buy out some contracts of other
children that were forced into that trade, or maybe just the
contract of the woman that saved him and his sister. Either way,
he never wanted to be helpless like he felt as a child or like
he did when his sister thought the only way they could make
money to survive was for her to sell herself. Perhaps it was a
selfish desire deep down, but he found it was all that kept him
sane in the mundane here at the Whitheres home.
Nearyn ended up reaffirming that she didn’t like the idea of
staying in the guild. But the way she made it sound was that she
was stuck with them. So, what? She would continue to stay at a
lower tier to avoid becoming more involved? Wouldn’t that just
continue to make her suffer under that Farren fellow? The idea
of Nesryn having more power over the assassins made him frown
some in thought. That would certainly open more doors for her,
but he could understand why she wouldn’t want something like
that. It would mean giving up more of her life to that guild
until it was her whole life. And that didn’t bode well for her
future goals...
He expected the one about the slave trade, but the one about the
home made his face fall some in surprise. He hadn’t expected her
to want to settle down somewhere, being that she lived such an
intense and busy life. Maybe when you live a life of that much
excitement and hard decisions, simple things like a home looked
wonderful. It was easy to imagine her with some cute little
cottage somewhere, in civilian clothes instead of assassins
garb. And after all she went through, Nesryn deserved that home.
And he could get behind ending the trade, even if that was
something harder to tackle than a manticore. Liphilius was sadly
built on quite the exentensive seedy underbelly and it would
take quite a few years before anyone ever got to clearing it
out. Most likely past his life time twice over. But perhaps
someone as determined as Nearyn could figure out a way...
“Also noble goals. And a home isn’t a silly want. I think it’s
only right you would want somewhere to hang up your coat and
rest your head for once. Perhaps after your work is done with
Luna and that contracts done you could have one built? Maybe
tell your former teacher to stuff it and quit? Freida is paying
you quite a bit isn’t she?” He asked before his lips pulled into
a bit of a humored smile at her mentioning not knowing anything
else to ask. That was alright as he couldn’t think of much
either. Then again he probably could, anything to keep her
attention a little longer...
“That’s quite alright. I suppose we have gotten the big
questions out of the way. Though I did want to ask what are some
things you enjoy doing? I notice your often either practicing
with your blades or with Luna so you don’t seem to get much time
to yourself.” He asked her before he heard someone coming up the
stairs. Veloss came up with her tray, bright blue eyes finding
the two still standing and seemingly talking.
“Oh I hope I’m not interrupting. But the tea and food is ready.”
She flashed the pot in one hand and a tray of a soup like
concoction in the other, one that smelled of earthy spices and
probably had a kick to it. Dimitri learned quickly that Veloss
liked thing spicy but it always tasted amazing. Dimitri gave her
a small shake of his head before gesturing to the table there.
“Not interrupting. We were just talking. Anyways, I’m so ready
for the food. I’m starved.” He chuckled a little at her roll of
her eyes as she placed the tray down. He pulled a chair out for
Nesryn before taking the seat cross from her.
“Now I like to add a bit extra seasoning to my dishes. If it’s
too hot just throw a bit of that cream in there and it will
help.” Veloss said sweetly to Nesryn, hoping the quiet girl was
alright. She seemed confident and stern, but perhaps that was a
front? She was still confused why she chose to spend time with
Dimitri in the first place if it didn’t appear that there was
anything going on between the two. Well, except him grinning
like a fool and fawning over her.
“
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 27, 2020, 6:53 am
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Nesryn gave a small exhale, letting the weight of all they had
talked about slip from her shoulders. It was a lot to think
about really... but what did she have waiting for her outside
the guild? Sure, she was used to living in solitude with no
companion, but it was easy to be alone if you had a purpose. She
would be delusional if she thought that by herself she could
take down the slave trade. What if this step up in the guild was
exactly what she needed to set herself up to influence things?
She no longer had family, no one she was attached to- Nesryn was
completely oblivious to how Dimitri felt, thinking it was
nothing other than casual friendship -and she had already wasted
nearly seventy years running away from things. Maybe she should
take the position... finally take back some power in her life.
She was brought back by Dimitri’s questions, “It’s not a simple
as a ‘stuff you’ with Farren” she eyes shot to him with a mix of
curiosity and annoyance that he seemed to know her pay. Was
nothing in that house free from being the subject of rumour?
“And yes, I’m being adequately compensated for my skills.
Though, the last week has seen a chunk of that taken out to
bribe people for information; tavern books, clientele
information- it’s not cheap to be nosy”
Nesryn’s nose sensed the woman before she even spoke; the
fragrant spices and herbs made her mouth immediately water and
as Dimitri pulled her chair for her, she spared him a quick
thanks, eager to begin the meal. It had been a long time since
she’d had anything spicy enough to satisfy her sadist tastebuds.
When she was warned about the temperature, Nesryn simply looked
at the woman with an eager spark to her eyes.
“I quite enjoy hot food, thank you. It smells divine”
And indeed it did; she only glanced to Dimitri to wait until it
was polite to begin. With the first spoonful, Nesryn nearly
groaned in euphoria. She really loved food- a lot. Though the
assassin was more of a sweet tooth, any meal like this put a
skip in her step. The burn across her tongue mixed with the rich
earthy flavours was fantastic.
She looked to Dimitri to see how he handled the more spicy
variety of food.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 27, 2020, 8:36 pm
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Dimitri’s forehead wrinkled slightly in concern when she
mentioned that she couldn’t just tell her old teacher she was
quitting. So did that mean she was just going to go along with
this promotion and never do what she wanted? Perhaps there was a
way out of it, one she didn’t yet know about. Surely assassins
left the guild before. They must have or else there wouldn’t be
families that got into the business. Right?
He blushed a bit when she seemed to give him an odd look at the
salary talk. Yeah, well she should have expected the gossip to
spread quickly. The Servants in the Whitheres home had little
else to occupy themselves with than each other’s business.
Honestly, the only things that stayed secret were said outside
the home or not at all. Besides, Nesryn was the topic of
discussion often because she was a dark horse that no one knew
all too well. The mystery left room for rumor even though
Dimitri tried his best to dispel some of the more unsavory
ones...
When they finally sat down for lunch, Dimitri went about getting
the tea prepared for them since he had some experience with it.
However, he did notice a certain joy in Nesryn as she ate the
food, seemingly unfazed by the heat. It was interesting to him
and made him wonder if perhaps she really liked Elviyene cuisine
or she just enjoyed the food in general. He stored that hit of
information away for later...
“You’re quite welcome dear. Enjoy and do come back.” Veloss
stated, excited to see someone enjoying her food as much as she
did. It was nice to see people experiencing what her home had to
offer and not just an assortment of teas. “I’ll leave you two to
it.” She knew Dimitri would pay before leaving and so she didn’t
feel the need to stand over them and pester them.
That left the pair alone again and Dimitri time to admire her.
Nesryn’s enjoyment of the food and lack of reaction to the
spice made him determined to not look weak in front of her, even
if he knew he might regret it.
Dimitri took a bite and although he loved the taste, the spice
made him want to cough a bit. He cleared his throat and took a
drink from the tea, but the heat remained in full force. “It’s
excellent, but gods that spice could kill someone.” He admitted
as his cheeks turned a bit pink when a cough escaped him. After
the second bite he had to give up and put some of the cream in
it to lessen the heat. “I’m glad we got to do this. It’s nice to
get a chance to talk to you outside of when we’re working. To be
honest I was a little surprised that you accepted the
invitation.” He went back to the food, able to eat a bit more
now that his tongue didn’t feel like it was melting.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 28, 2020, 7:15 pm
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Nesryn, despite herself, let a small smile slip across her face
in amusement at Dimitri's attempts to handle the Elviyenne dish.
It remained for a blink before settling once more into her
placid expression, the amusement solely in her eyes now. When he
stated that he was surprised he accepted the invitation, she
focused into her bowl for a moment.
"Well... Though the formation of our friendship was mostly you
forcing yourself into my day, I would say we are both
participants now. Aren't we?"
This small admittance to even a fraction of how she felt toward
Dimitri was enough for her and she quickly absorbed herself in
eating the rest of her fantastic lunch.
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More than a week had passed and it was the day before the
wedding.
Nesryn had been busy, in more than one sense and it was obvious
with the way she tried to hide her yawns and the dark shadows
under her eyes that she had been getting little sleep. Nesryn
had seen little of Dimitri other than happenstance passings in
the the halls. She admitted she felt a little guilty that she
hadn't been able to speak to him much, but a Spymaster never
really had much time for anything. Even as the assassin moved to
place the used teaset on the sink in the kitchen, she yawned
wearily and rubbed her eyes a little. It was a large weight she
had on her shoulders now and it wasn't as easy as she thought it
would be.
{The Evening of Dimitri and Nesryn's Lunch}
"Glad to see you've been smart enough to accept the position"
"I suppose you thought I might..."
"Well, I hung around this town for more time than I was
comfortable with. There had to be a reason for that"
The silence hung there and neither of them moved to break it.
Farren simply handed Nesryn a leather tome; empty and new.
"You'll be needing one of these"
Her mind drifted back to the rapidly filling book that was
hidden in her room now, and gave yet another yawn. In her lack
of focus, the teacup clattered from her hand. With a gasp, she
hurried to collect the pieces, wincing when she gained a slice
on her finger for her efforts.
"F*cking hell..." she muttered.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: Kimcora Date: July 29, 2020, 2:18 pm
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Dimitri’s week had been similarly busy, but more with trying to
get the home ready to host guests during the reception after the
ceremony at the temple of Amon. It was of course going to be
lavished and beautiful, with no expenses barred. Even if Freida
couldn’t stand her daughter, Luna was still a Whitheres and
social distinction made it such that etiquette to throw her an
expensive event. Luna’s dress looked like something a goddess
would have worn and she was of course passive to the whole
thing. She should have been glowing with excitement or at least
smiling...Instead she sat alone most days, staring listlessly
off into space. Well, after her one interest was taken away from
her, it stood to reason that she probably wasn’t ecstatic to
marry Malachi.
He kept his mouth shut about the topic and worked hard to keep
her mind off things. It didn’t always succeed, or so he couldn’t
gauge with her visions getting worse it seemed. Well, at least
she had Nesryn there to keep watch over her.
Oh Nesryn...He had seen very little of the Elviyenne assassin
and missed the time he got to spend in her company as a
‘friend’. After hearing her past, he was lucky she trusted him
enough to consider him a friend. She didn’t seem to be able to
keep many of those because of her work. That was not to say he
didn’t wish he could be more, but he understood that her life
didn’t exactly allow her the freedom to choose things like
relationships or even trysts with the butler...Besides, he was
sure that he wasn’t exactly her picture of a dashing match. They
weren’t even the same species nor the same age. That didn’t
necessarily deter him, but he knew it could be a cause for
concern for some. Still...What a beautiful sight and mind she
was…
He was returning the remnants of Lady Luna’s lunch when he heard
a shatter come from the kitchen. He figured Jorgensen wasn’t
being careful with the plates again and expected to find the
burly man bent over to clean up the mess. Instead he got an
eyeful of a very pleasant sight of Nesryn bent to pick up glass
from the floor. How the hell was she blessed with such amazing
curves? He paused only briefly to admire, before realizing he
was probably wrong for doing so. Ah well, he was only human.
“Careful there, Nes .” He placed the tray down and went to help
her collect the pieces. He noted her finger was cut and
instantly reached for the handkerchief he had to carry for Luna
if she needed it. “You’re bleeding. Let me see it.” He offered,
taking her hand gently to put some pressure on the cut. He saw
it didn’t look deep but was going to sting a bit. He looked to
her face to see if she was in pain and caught the purely
exhausted look on her face. “Nesryn, is everything alright?” He
asked since he had never seen the woman look this out of it.
Honestly, if she needed rest, he might suggest she go take a nap
somewhere to avoid falling asleep on her feet like she looked
like she might.
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Re: Chapter 0.9: Duty and Disobedience
By: DolittleMax Date: July 29, 2020, 10:05 pm
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Nesryn jumped a little to hear Dimitri's voice from behind her
and she felt and odd mix of guilt and embarrassment. Miss
Assassin-Butterfingers. He must have thought she was silly- even
avoiding him with how little they'd come across each other in
the past few days. Now she had no idea what to say, her
embarrassment, weariness and awkwardness kept her from opening
her mouth to object as he helped. A small flutter shot through
her when he tugged his hand toward her and she refrained from
using her Magis to heal it, purely out of some desire to have
him tend to her.
This odd moment of weakness in herself went unnoticed until he
looked at her in concern, those eyes searching her face
worriedly. Then, her pride came back in full force and she
cleared her throat awkwardly, looking aside despite the urge to
cry. She could feel the overwhelmed feeling forcing tears into
her eyes but she refused to let them out. She moved her hand out
of his, Magis quickly closing the cut, and collecting up the
rest of the pieces of the cup.
"I'm perfectly fine-" she winced internally at how sharp the
response seemed, only making her want to cry more. She didn't
want to be rude but- she couldn't let him closer- couldn't let
him know what she'd been so busy doing. Nesryn moved to the sink
and tried to focus on wetting a cloth to clean the floor, a tear
escaping. With her sleeve, she quickly forced it away and
regained composure, her face the normal stony expression most
were used to.
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