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Firiel: *sits outside on a bench by a Binky-eaten bush, watching dark clouds*
Vanyon: *rides up* First decent black horse in these parts for ages. Hello, darling.
Binky: *snorts and tries to look innocent*
Firiel: ...*stares* You're back. o.o *scoots further on the bench and watches the two*
Vanyon: In style, at that.
Firiel: Why? *eyes him*
Vanyon: Darling, I cannot stay away from you.
Firiel: I can't be that interesting.
Vanyon: Admirable. Fascinating. And you taste good too.
Firiel: You're not going to leave, then. *closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them* I can't make you leave?
Vanyon: Never.
Firiel: Right. *scoots farther on the bench*
Vanyon: *slips off Binky and slaps him, hard to make him run off*
Firiel: That poor animal. *sighs* Go away.
Vanyon: *sits down beside her and takes an iron grip on her arm* No.
Firiel: *tenses, firmly* At least release me.
Vanyon: *leans down and nips her neck* No.
Firiel: *moves her head away, straining her neck and tries to scoot more*
Vanyon: *moves his other hand onto her leg*
Firiel: *eyes slightly widened, shoves his hand off her leg and glares at him* Don't you dare.
Vanyon: *grabs her waist instead* I dare many things.
Firiel: *fumbles, trying to feel if she has her dagger, doesn't find it, then sits there, stock still, not looking at him*
Vanyon: *flips her over onto the bench* Where's your Rohirrim, anyway?
Firiel: He's inside. *twists self off the bench and falls to the ground, backing away* Give me a moment and he'll be out here.
Vanyon: *pounces and pins* Too long. Boring.
Firiel: *struggles* I could care less if it's boring for you. *yells for Frey, then calls to anyone that might be in the area*
Vanyon: *bites*
Firiel: *pushes him hard, ignoring the pain*
Vanyon: Come on now, you can do better!
Firiel: Do better? *shoves him and scrambles farther quickly*
Vanyon: *hits her* Nope. Not good enough
Firiel: Vanyon, just leave me alone! *stands up quickly and runs towards the doors to the quarters*
Vanyon: *keeps pace with her* No
Firiel: *stops abruptly and turns around, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that could provide a locked door between her and Vanyon*
Vanyon: *slams Firiel into a wall and pins* Dear, just stay still.
Firiel: Why, so you can feed on me? *squirms*
Vanyon: Who said anything about that?
Firiel: *wide-eyed* What else would you want with me?
Vanyon: *moves her legs apart with his knee* What else would I want?
Firiel: *breath quickens, panicking* Don't you remember what happened last time?
Vanyon: *bites* Probably won't happen again
Firiel: *pushes him* It might. So don't try it.
Vanyon: Well. I can deal with that one the same. *doesn't move*
Firiel: *squeezes her legs shut against his knee and pushes his shoulders* Stop, Vanyon!
Vanyon: *grins widely and drops her*
Firiel: *stands quickly and moves back towards the quarters, though slower due to being slammed in a wall*
Vanyon: Sleep well, darling! I know which room is yours!
Firiel: *mutters* Fine, I'll move. *hurries inside, not glancing back*
Vanyon: *smirks and heads back into the shadows*
*shivers* He's here. Back. In Minas Tirith. Both times I leave to get away from him and I can't! *grabs a blanket and pillow, tugs at Frey* Frey, can we find another room or go to the library, please?