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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 1, 2011 19:05:59 GMT -5
Ashemir turned back to Draven as her hand guided him back. Feeling lost, now he could sympathize with that. When Draven finished speaking, the blonde's expression became more tired and sad. They had both been unfairly cheated, and the company might benefit the both of them. "Let's sit down," he said, gesturing back to the fire.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 1, 2011 19:55:27 GMT -5
Draven nodded, turning back to the fire. It was now crackling and warm, which made her feel a little better since something was going right. She walked over and plopped down beside it, close enough to feel the warmth but far enough that she could lean back on her hands and stretch her legs out toward it. The heat against her bare feet made her curl her toes and she sighed. She just watched the fire for the longest time, silently. Then, she turned her bronze eyes to Ashemir. "You had better tell no one about this," she said, blinking. It was clear from her tone that she was merely joking, not a hint of threat behind her words. She even cracked a small smile, hair falling back behind her and brushing the leafy ground. Okay so it wasn't so bad that Ashemir had been the one to find her. At least it had been him and not some random stranger that had come across her in this situation. She, again, wondered how long he'd been watching her before she'd noticed him. The thought made her avert her gaze, embarrassment returning. "Sooo," she started, sounding uncomfortable. "How long had you been standing there before I noticed you?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 1, 2011 20:42:10 GMT -5
Ashemir sat down carefully next to Draven, folding his legs under him. He was about to supply a cheeky answer, before he realized that Draven was joking. At least, she sounded like she was joking. So did she not care, or was she just making light of her command? The blonde ended up just looking at her with a slightly raised brow before she asked the end-all be-all question.
He looked away, as if the fire suddenly became very fascinating. To lie or not to lie.... Might just settle on being vague but still honest. "Long enough," he said, kicking himself to being unable to hold back the light flush across his cheeks.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 1, 2011 20:55:32 GMT -5
Shit... Draven made sure that she kept her face turned away from Ashemir and looking at everything that wasn't in his direction. She uttered a little 'oh' and just sat there, trying to find something to say that would break the awkward silence between the two now. So he'd seen her while she was changing. Just wonderful... For a change, she felt a heat in her face that could only be a blush and her hands shot to her face, eyes closing. "Um..." she muttered, finally glancing in Ashemir's direction. "What are your thoughts on the situation at hand?" Stupid, stupid, stupid. The thought rang in her head about fifty more times as she waited on Ashemir's answer, eyes training themselves on the fire as new color added itself to her face.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 2, 2011 1:36:10 GMT -5
Looking away from each other suited Ashemir fine, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that Draven was hiding her face in her hands. What crummy timing.... "It's... a little shocking, but nothing I can't get used to. It's obviously Draven that's still in there. But if you're that upset, we can make an effort to find the fairy that did this, or one that would help us." He paused. "If it's any consolation, they're very nice," he said neutrally, although it felt more awkward than anything. Good Lord, just look at the fire...
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 2, 2011 8:00:35 GMT -5
Draven whipped her head toward Ashemir with a startled look. What was very nice? Instantly, it was clear she'd taken the wrong meaning in his words (or maybe not, she wasn't sure). Her arms shot across her chest, tightly. Lips pursed together in a thin like, she glared at Ashemir and huffed. "They are not nice!" she shouted, her tone betraying how embarrassed she really was. "Nothing is very nice about this! You... You pervert! God!" She was on her feet by then, standing over Ashemir and shaking with anger, hands balled into fists at her side again. She was resisting the urge to slap him right then and there, and it was obvious that she was failing. "You're probably enjoying this!" she screamed at him. "Fuck the stupid fairy and fuck you! Wait, you'd like that! Nevermind!" Already, she was moving again, storming around the fire to where her weapons sat. All of them were useless now that she was shorter. She yanked a dagger from the harness she usually wore and turned to Ashemir, eyes glinting beyond the fire. Then with a shriek, she turned and threw it with all her might, all her strength behind it, and glared at it as it embedded itself clear to the handle in a tree. Now, crying was not something Draven did. Ever. Not since Alexandria had been killed. But centuries of not doing so had left her feeling horrible in this trying moment and she dropped to her knees, hands over face again, hair slipping over her shoulders. And her shoulders shook with a heaving, loud sob. She regretted yelling at Ashemir; he'd probably leave for sure now. What was the point of him staying if she was just going to keep yelling at him anyways? It wasn't his fault and she knew it. She didn't bother looking at him, expecting the sound of his chains clinking when he got up and left.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 2, 2011 15:18:04 GMT -5
Draven understood exactly what Ashemir meant when he said that they were nice, but Ashemir didn't think that Draven would crush his compliment into tiny pieces and then proceed to throw the shredded remains at him. The blonde flinched when Draven started yelled, then glanced up with an indignant expression when he was called a pervert. Oh sure, Draven could pin him against the ground and straddle him while bartering for sex, but compliment Draven's breasts to improve his self-esteem, and HE was the pervert.... Ashemir rolled his eyes when Draven started walking away. Sure, fine, walk away.... The blonde watched him remove a dagger from his harness, and at first Ashemir was afraid that Draven was going to maim himself and stood up. But when Draven looked like he was going to throw the dagger at HIM, he threw his arms up to protect himself until he heard the dagger blade thunk into a tree. He let his arms slowly drop, and now Draven was crying. Oh God.... This whole display might be one of the reasons he tended to bed men. Ashemir wanted to slink away, but he of all people knew that self-healing was a vain action. He made his way over to Draven, stooping down to her level, where his chains clinked as his arms wrapped around her.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 2, 2011 16:18:02 GMT -5
She heard the chains but was startled by Ashemir's arms wrapping around her. Draven's body tensed at first, and then she leaned against the blonde. Why did she have to be a complete girl, personality and all? This sucked! She'd finally calmed down enough to be reasonable and, again, she wished she could apologize for yelling at Ashemir. It wasn't his fault this had happened to Draven. So he couldn't be blamed for her bad fortune. Leaning away a little, she looked at his face. "Sorry," she muttered, nodding. "I really am a girl..." She made a face of frustration and turned away, heaving a sigh. "I don't know what to do," she said. "I shouldn't be taking this out on you. Thanks for staying..." She didn't feel like moving. As annoying as it was that she was looking like a weakling, human woman, she was rather comforted by Ashemir's show. Never would she have expected he would show any sort of comforting affection. Affection... Ha... She shouldn't dilute herself in such nonsense. Ashemir didn't show affection or care or love...
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 2, 2011 23:55:21 GMT -5
"Yes, you are," Ashemir agreed against his better judgement, which he figured he should counter by patting Draven's back. He felt like repeating himself when she expressed a loss of what to do, but decided against it. The first thing Draven should do was get clothes that fit, and then get comfortable in his... her new body. If only they could get a lot of chocolate and ice cream too.... "Let's get to the tailor in Tiaelde. I knew there was a grander reason I decided not to kill him."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 8:13:23 GMT -5
Draven didn't want to go to Tiaelde. She didn't want to be seen. She didn't want to deal with people looking at her funny for how she was dressed or the growing irritation the humans caused her. She looked back at him with a pleading stare, then shrugged and stood up. Alright, so she'd have to deal with the girl thing for... ever. She supposed, as long as she had a bit of help with it (and she gave Ashemir another look over), she would be able to pass by as a decent looking girl for awhile. So much for her job, though. She turned to look at the harness of weapons, wondering how in the world she could modify that to carry her work. She'd have to drop about fifteen daggers and knives for it to work, maybe a sword from her belt. Wonderful. "Well, okay," she mumbled. "But I might need help carrying my things now..." She glanced back at him and made a face. "I should probably find a better name, too," she added, then smiled slightly as she decided to respond to his comment about the tailer. "So I'm a grander reason?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 4, 2011 1:10:51 GMT -5
Ashemir quirked a brow when Draven looked him over, but then gave her an annoyed look at the idea of carrying things. What the hell did he look like, a call boy? "You're still a vampire," he pointed out, "and you're older than me. Carry your own things." Draven couldn't possibly have been carrying so many things that it would leave both his pack and his arms overburdened. If so, then Ashemir might have called his male self a girl as well.
When Draven implied himself as the grander reason, Ashemir rolled his eyes. He considered leaving then, and wondered if the threat of abandoning her would make the other vampire shut up. Probably not. "Don't flatter yourself, Draven. Clothes are the grander reason."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 4, 2011 8:52:19 GMT -5
"Ah, clothing, right..." Draven didn't even bother disagreeing with Ashemir. She wanted Ashemir's help so she wouldn't irritate or drive him off. She had realized that, without Ashemir, she was lost with fitting in. He was much more fashion savvy and so she needed him, not only as help but as a friend. So she looked at her things and was trying to figure out how to get everything up. The boots wouldn't fit in her pack. Neither would the harness of weapons. Her swords would never sit on her belt properly. The satchel was bigger to this body so it'd be a little awkward. With a little organizing work in her head, she thought she might have it figured out. She looked at the fire for a moment, deciding Ashemir could put it out. It was light enough now that it wouldn't make a difference either way and the sun was beginning to warm the surroundings. Draven lifted the pack to one shoulder and lifted the harness. With that looped over her arm, she reached down for the boots and her swords, awkwardly tucking the swords in one side of her belt. Feeling weighed down more than usual, she turned to Ashemir and gave an uncomfortable smile. The strap of her satchel wasn't sitting right across her chest. "And you're certain you can't carry one thing for me?" she asked, looking down. "Nevermind, I think I've got it all pretty well."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 5, 2011 0:31:20 GMT -5
Ashemir just looked around their surroundings as Draven picked up her things and figured out how she'd carry it all. In the middle of it all, he noticed her look at the fire. ...What, he was supposed to put that out? Well dammit, why the hell did Draven light it in the first place. Just short of grumbling, the blonde stepped over to the small flames and suffocated them under his boot.
He looked up when enough time had passed. ...Well, Draven looked absolutely ridiculous, not that this thought would show in the least on Ashemir's face. There was just a touch of annoyance when the other vampire fished for help again. "I'm sure." His first reasoning still stood, not to mention that it wasn't his fault that for some reason his female body was apparently like two feet shorter than his original one. "Are you ready to go?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 5, 2011 8:58:44 GMT -5
Draven nodded her head and sighed. Ashemir's attitude was something she'd have to deal with. The man was just as stubborn and useless as ever. Well, not useless. Stubborn. She nodded again as if confirming something, though to Ashemir it might seem she was going insane. "Yeah, perfectly ready," she said sarcasticly. "Feel like a pack mule but you know." She gave a small smile, as if attempting to make Ashemir do the same. Though, she was fairly certain she'd never seen Ashemir smile ever. That took her thoughts as she waited for him to lead the way. Had Ashemir ever smiled? She couldn't remember ever seeing him smile. Ever.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 7, 2011 1:51:13 GMT -5
Draven had seen Ashemir smile. Hell, he had even heard Ashemir laugh. But either way, Ashemir didn't smile now. He wasn't sure why he'd smile when he had to baby Draven around, as sad as her situation was. To Tiaelde, then. "I suppose you'll have to sell what you can't carry anymore, and we'll figure out what to do with the sum," he said, starting to make his way through the wilderness, making sure he picked out a path that was clear of rocks and roots.
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