He's dragging his heels. . . . Worse, he's dragging his heels and he knows he's dragging his heels. If either of the boys could see him now, he'd never live it down--especially after he harangued Conrart into returning to Mazoku lands.
After leaving his other cub behind to tend to both his little friend and the seeds Dan Hiri had planted during his visit, he caught word of a 'small celebration' in the barracks and somehow made his way down there without really meaning to. The words 'small celebration' actually turned out to mean 'big party spanning two buildings with about 100 drunken soldiers.' He'd felt right at home. Yozak had been too occupied with getting slapped on the back in a bruising series of congratulations by various people and being handed drinks to notice him, and Dan Hiri had given the other half breed a wide berth. It was really Yozak's party, after all, and Dan Hiri had no desire to impinge on the redhead's fun. Most of the men were too drunk to recognize him anyway, and even those who knew him didn't stand
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Cheri had wandered Blood Pledge's cold corridors for about an hour, seeking her husband. She tried to remember all the old places he had liked to frequent in old days, but that had been over one hundred years ago and her memory of such things wasn't always so dependable. She contemplated asking someone if Dan Hiri had been seen anywhere, but the palace was completely desolate aside from a raucous party that seemed to have broken out in the barracks. The soft night wind wafted strains of tuneless singing in from the gardens, and Cheri's lips curved into a joyless smile as she slowly glided back to her empty suite. It was becoming depressingly clear to her that wherever he was, he probably didn't want to be found. A disconcerting feeling, something not unlike fear, made her shiver.
"Cheri..."So for the longest time now, she has been lying quietly in bed on her side, gazing blankly into the dying embers of the fire. One by one, they burn themselves out until the room is draped in darkness. Her eyes flutter closed, but sleep does not
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Something biting lingers on the tip of his tongue for a moment, but he's too tired to attempt to be witty. Instead, he opts for the road less traveled: the unadorned truth.
"Ah." His voice seems like a small tear in the silence that is quickly mended.
Dan Hiri walks over to the bed slowly and settles down on 'his' side of the mattress. As much as he wants to reach out and touch her . . . Touching her, really verifying her presence would make this bittersweet moment too real. So for a brief moment, he allows it all to wash over him, and the silence stretches between them. Then he turns and lightly brushes the bare skin of her arm arm just as he had brushed the velvet chaise a moment earlier.
Darkness and silence . . . Alone in the night . . . This was their time, and no one else's. No children. No country. No duties. No masks. And no hiding. Not here. Not in the darkness
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For an instant the silence seems to go on forever. The warm shadow that settles on Dan Hiri's side of the bed moves slowly, heavily, without that teasing cockiness that so often characterized him in the past. He doesn't seem very happy. Is he angry with her? She tenses, but then his fingers brush her arm and the subtle affection in the gesture makes her fight the urge to simply throw herself into his arms. An action like that might break the spell of calm that seems to have settled upon them.
He says something about her being cold. Oh, that's right. The fire has died. It is rather chilly, but when he pulls her close she's so overwhelmed with his scent and his touch and his being there, so suddenly, that she can hardly speak. He smells warm and clean and a little different, like his usual smell mixed with something else, something woodsy. It's nice. She breathes it deeply.
"Anything interesting happen?""N-no," Cheri whispers. "Not really..." She trails off, then rolls over in his arms so she can press closer to his warmth. Since it's
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After leaving his other cub behind to tend to both his little friend and the seeds Dan Hiri had planted during his visit, he caught word of a 'small celebration' in the barracks and somehow made his way down there without really meaning to. The words 'small celebration' actually turned out to mean 'big party spanning two buildings with about 100 drunken soldiers.' He'd felt right at home. Yozak had been too occupied with getting slapped on the back in a bruising series of congratulations by various people and being handed drinks to notice him, and Dan Hiri had given the other half breed a wide berth. It was really Yozak's party, after all, and Dan Hiri had no desire to impinge on the redhead's fun. Most of the men were too drunk to recognize him anyway, and even those who knew him didn't stand ( ... )
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"Cheri..."So for the longest time now, she has been lying quietly in bed on her side, gazing blankly into the dying embers of the fire. One by one, they burn themselves out until the room is draped in darkness. Her eyes flutter closed, but sleep does not ( ... )
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"Ah." His voice seems like a small tear in the silence that is quickly mended.
Dan Hiri walks over to the bed slowly and settles down on 'his' side of the mattress. As much as he wants to reach out and touch her . . . Touching her, really verifying her presence would make this bittersweet moment too real. So for a brief moment, he allows it all to wash over him, and the silence stretches between them. Then he turns and lightly brushes the bare skin of her arm arm just as he had brushed the velvet chaise a moment earlier.
Darkness and silence . . . Alone in the night . . . This was their time, and no one else's. No children. No country. No duties. No masks. And no hiding. Not here. Not in the darkness ( ... )
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He says something about her being cold. Oh, that's right. The fire has died. It is rather chilly, but when he pulls her close she's so overwhelmed with his scent and his touch and his being there, so suddenly, that she can hardly speak. He smells warm and clean and a little different, like his usual smell mixed with something else, something woodsy. It's nice. She breathes it deeply.
"Anything interesting happen?""N-no," Cheri whispers. "Not really..." She trails off, then rolls over in his arms so she can press closer to his warmth. Since it's ( ... )
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