[meme] Based off HK and originating from plurk

Oct 27, 2011 16:55

***Xanth and Aara:

Aara had been shaking with rage, and blinded by tears when Xanth took her hand and led her away--to his room. It hadn't been enough that Kloe had been hurt--was seeking a cure. Anders still had to kill her. What was worse was Aara's hatred and rage wishing for his blood, warring with the hurt and anguish piercing her heart. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She had not been able to save Kloe. She had failed as a friend and protector. The part that left her raw and aching was the knowledge that she couldn't do it--she could never harm Anders. Not even in revenge.

"No more death..."

The words came out a strangled sob, and still Aara could not see where Xanth was leading her.

"N-no more death." Slight sobs shook her form, and then Aara was gently pulled into Xanth's room. As soon as the door shut he had her in his arms, and Aara slumped against him, crying freely now. He soothed her. Held her. Tried to coax her into talking, if that was what she needed. Murmured quietly through the sharp stab of pain consuming her from the inside out.

Finally the tears ebbed, drying on Aara's cheeks. She pulled away a little and tried to smile for Xanth's concerned gaze.

"Can I... Can I stay here?" The words were hesitant. She whimpered. "I don't want to sleep on my own tonight."

Part of her knew Xanth would never turn her down. He had already said his room was open and welcome to her. It was with shaky fingers that she changed into some of Xanth's clothing while he had his back turned. It was with a quiet, shy hesitance that she slipped into his bed, tensing slightly when she wanted nothing more than to curl up into his side. Then his arm reached out to her, and Aara took that as all the prompting she needed. Burying her head in his shoulder, she curled around Xanth's form and drew his warmth into her tired and cold body. A shuddered sigh escaped, and then her eyes slipped closed.

"Thank you, Xanth..."

With him by her side, she was finally able to relax. She heard him murmur something to her. His hand moved gently over her, and finally she was able to sleep.

(LOL this was not 1-3 sentences. >.>)

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***Anders and Chloe: Bros!

"You know, we’re not so different, you and I." Chloe stated the observation out of the blue, wondering if Anders would think the topic random.

A pause, and Chloe sneaks a peek Anders’ way and grins at the wry tilt noticeable in the corner of his lips.

"What, we’re both persecuted mages trying to find justice in the wrong-doings of others, while templars try to turn us into tranquils for fear we will all turn into abominations?"

Pressing her lips together, Chloe seriously had to fight not to smile. She knew Anders fought for a cause he thought was just. She also knew what destruction could come from persecuting others, and hoped Anders would be able to change his world before there was all-out genocide. Unless it was already too late.

"No."

She paused, looking out over the night as her gaze strayed back to the forest.

"We both come from worlds where people fear us--and our power--yes. What I meant was that we share something even more important."

Chloe bit her lip, taking a deep breath.

"We have them."

Her chin jutted in the direction of the forest, and she knew Anders had to be able to guess her meaning. Derek. Alex. Acceptance. Love.

Family.

She leaned against him, a slight smile on her face as she let him think about that for a moment.

"It’s kind of nice, having a werewolf for a boyfriend, isn’t it?" She smirked a little. "Even if they do seem to always go looking for trouble."

A small laugh.

"I suppose we can’t complain. Trouble seems to find us all the time."

She stayed silent again, looking out over the forest and gazing up at the full moon overhead.

"Huh. Another thing we have in common."

The last thing she was aware of was falling asleep, leaning against him. Odd, since she had thought to comfort him, tonight. She never heard Anders’ sigh as he moved to put an arm around her, situating her so she would be more comfortable without slipping off his shoulder and cracking her skull on the stone of the Keep. She never saw the rueful curl of his lips as he shook his head in thought.

aara/xanth; plurk meme; hk; rp; chloe/an

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