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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 12, 2011 21:15:29 GMT -5
Draven nodded his head and turned around to Ashemir, lowering his arms to his sides. "Of course, Ashemir," he answered, giving the blonde a half smile. "I would help you no matter what the need. Always and forever." He didn't know that Ashemir had been planning on joining the council. Draven didn't think he, himself, could do it. That was just too much. But a guard to the more important people of the vampire society would be something he'd definitely be able to do, especially since that was what he already did. Bodyguard and mercenary. How useful... He moved back to the bed and flopped down on it beside Ashemir, laying back and putting his hands behind his head with a wince. Damn side needed to fucking heal... He closed his eyes and sighed. "Valmar won't touch you while I'm alive," he muttered, darkly. "If that towering moron thinks he's going to lay a hand on you again, he's got another think coming. I'll cleave that empty head of his off his shoulders before he ever gets close enough to touch you..." He sounded serious and angry, his eyes closed but his brows furrowed together in such a manner that he might look threatening had he not been sprawled over the bed with his hands away from his sides. "So you shouldn't worry," he continued. "Because Valmar's going to die much sooner than he thinks... Bastard is fucking stupid, if you ask me... Just wants war and blood, no strategy or smarts behind it. I'd be a much better General than him..." He yawned, finally opening his bronze eyes again to look at Ashemir. "Are you going to rest before you go?" he asked, quietly.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 13, 2011 2:08:04 GMT -5
Ashemir looked over at Draven when the other dropped back down on the bed, making a neutral-sounding noise at the mention of Valmar being a terrible general. Ashemir hadn't really seen Draven fight or make strategic decisions, but Valmar had something to show for by massacring those humans at the base of the mountains. "Valmar... when he sees the prize, he blinds himself to what's around him," the blonde settled on saying as he laid himself down beside Draven.
A small frown crossed his face briefly at the mention of resting. "I don't think I can." He turned his head to look at the bronze-eyed vampire. "...I shouldn't keep you up all night, though... just bitching and crying about my problems, when you're the one practically dying."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 13, 2011 9:10:28 GMT -5
Draven blinked at Ashemir for a moment before reaching over and looping an arm around him to pull him closer. "Eh, I'm getting better, just slowly," he said, quietly. "And you should have someone you can rant and rave and cry to. After everything you've been through, you deserve some comfort, even if you find it small and meaningless. Not saying you do, though." He chuckled. It'd been awhile since he'd actually just laughed for no reason, like before when he and Ashemir were alone. He watched the blonde's face for a long time, just staring, secretly admiring how courageous Ashemir really was. Seriously, who could keep their emotions bottled up so well that no one could tell what you were thinking? That took practice and Draven knew he'd never be able to get that far. Honestly, he found himself a wimp. "You should try and rest a little," he said, shifting enough that he could plant a gentle kiss on the side of Ashemir's head. "Even if you just lay here and relax a little... It's better than getting yourself worked up and then being really tired when the time comes for you to leave..." He yawned again, blinking slowly as he watched the blonde.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 14, 2011 6:18:08 GMT -5
Ashemir shifted at first, but he settled down close to Draven. "I don't," he clarified, when Draven considered the possibility that he found comforting meaningless. Even if he didn't feel safer, he could appreciate the effort, especially coming from Draven when Ashemir had been short with him.
He returned Draven's long look, emotions tucked away again until some uneasiness showed in his eyes, at which point he glanced down. He felt like a coward and a failure. A coward for letting himself be too intimidated to start a discussion where it mattered, and a failure for being so willing to abandon Seriah just for his own safety. "...I'll try," he said, although the words sounded as empty as he felt they were. Ashemir looked back at Draven, watching him back until the unnatural silence was starting to become maddening.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 14, 2011 12:33:48 GMT -5
"You know, you can talk, Ashemir," Draven said, softly. "I don't always have to start the conversation." He smiled and gave a small chuckle, forcing back a yawn as he did. At least he was comfortable for a change. Amazingly, he felt like he could sleep without issue, even though the pain was still throbbing in his side. It was much more dull than usual, which gave him hope that it was healing faster than before. "I'll listen no matter what you want to say," he continued, getting quieter. "But you should rest. Do your best to sleep even a little..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 14, 2011 15:39:11 GMT -5
"I think I've earned some silence. The last I remember, I had to pursue you during our first meeting. Twice." They were probably even for that, but Ashemir still remembered it clearly when Draven blew him off and moved to another table, and the resulting rage that followed it. "And I'm such a girl, you have to find the quiet at least somewhat relieving," he said, with just enough inflection to make it sound teasing without completely breaking his deadpan tone.
After heaving a tension-draining sigh, the blonde leaned in and kissed Draven just to the side of his lips. He rested down again, allowing his eyelids to drift down some as he quieted his mind.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 14, 2011 19:45:27 GMT -5
Draven released a laugh before he could help himself, though he was silenced by the kiss just off to one side of his mouth. He looked over at Ashemir, a small smile still stuck to his face. "You've proven yourself to be brave and smart, much more than any woman I've ever met," he said, quietly. "So I can't say you're a girl anymore. Doesn't change my feelings for you in any way." He leaned his head closer to Ashemir and stole a short kiss, then pulled back and hugged the other close. At least he felt relaxed... Draven would have been tense and even worse off without the company of someone he wanted close.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 15, 2011 7:26:10 GMT -5
As Draven pulled him closer, Ashemir cut the chase and closed whatever menial distance between them so that their bodies touched. Crying seemed to have taken more out of him than he thought; he couldn't muster the energy to sound annoyed, "What, women can't be smart and brave?" Despite his offended question, he didn't make a move to turn away from Draven, and actually took it upon himself to explain in a tired tone, "Being called female doesn't matter much to me. I feel more feminine than I do masculine anyway. It's usually only the context of when it's said that pisses me off."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 15, 2011 9:12:29 GMT -5
"Ah, well..." Draven yawned but couldn't hide the smile he had on his face. "I'll have to remember to use that when I want you pissed off," he said, chuckling. "NOT that I will anytime soon, if at all. Just kidding... I'll shut up now..." Draven lifted a hand to his face to hide it, feeling stupid. What in hell was wrong with his brain right now? Stupid ass... He shook his head and lowered his hand again, closing his eyes. Ashemir might find his stupidity funny. Maybe he'd better continue? He mulled over the idea but couldn't bring himself to say anything else. He was embarrassed. He sighed quietly and just held the other close, feeling content for at least a moment. Idiot...
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 16, 2011 3:44:15 GMT -5
Ashemir raised his hand to flick Draven's forehead, but he didn't seem annoyed enough to start ranting or do anything else. There wasn't much point in getting mad over that right now. And besides, Draven was Draven... but it might still be fun to mess with him. "You had better not.... Because you're weaker than me right now, I know how to use what I have, and I'm still a bit tense," he said, looking at the bronze-eyed vampire coolly.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 16, 2011 10:18:27 GMT -5
"Oh really now?" Draven replied, turning his eyes on Ashemir seriously. "Are you threatening me? I may be weak but I'm sure I could still pin you down like I did on the mountain." He smirked, as if taunting. He even raised a brow as if to say 'try me, you'll learn'. Problem was, he was weaker than Ashemir at the moment and he wasn't thinking straight enough to realize he was probably going to get his ass handed to him. Or at least his pride. He watched the blonde with equally cool eyes, smirk plastered to his face. "Prove it then," he continued, blinking. "Prove it that I'm weaker than you and you can use what you have. Because I might just want to call you a girl if you don't." His smirk grew into an all out grin by this point. Stupid Draven doing stupid shit. Of course, he was enjoying himself and he hoped Ashemir might understand he was only messing around.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 16, 2011 21:31:20 GMT -5
Fuck. Ashemir had unwittingly started the game of Gay Chicken. He kicked himself for not thinking far enough to realize it, meeting Draven's growing smile with a hard look. This look continued on for a few moments after the other posed his challenge, perfectly still and maintaining its intensity.
Then Ashemir punched Draven's shoulder, too hard to be considered playful but too held back to hurt, in a surprise tactic before the blonde lunged up with a rattle of chains, grasping Draven's shoulders. He pushed the bronze-eyed vampire onto his back, practically pouncing him in order to try and straddle the other's hips.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 18, 2011 9:01:16 GMT -5
Draven watched Ashemir's intense look with a smile. He laughed at the punch, reaching up to rub his shoulder while still chuckling. However, the rattle of chains and the pressure to his shoulders, holding him to the bed. And then he was straddled, staring up at Ashemir with a startled expression. Oh, what had he gotten himself into this time... The thought crossed his mind a little too late, he knew, but it still poked at his thoughts and said 'you're stupid' in the back of his mind. Alright, well... He had said prove it. So maybe he could worm his way out of this one and push Ashemir off... Not... He leaned up slightly, attempting to get a good grip on the other and roll himself free. When he attempted, he ended up groaning and wincing, dropping back into place. "Well..." he trailed off for a moment. "I suppose you win then...." He looked away, trying to hide the fact that he was irritated that his taunt had gone much farther than he'd wanted.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 18, 2011 21:11:38 GMT -5
Ashemir chuckled, rather darkly, but when Draven raised the white flag, the blonde shifted and relaxed. He laid down on top of the bronze-eyed vampire, blonde strands splayed over the both of them once he had gotten himself comfortable. Glancing up, his amusement slowly faded away when he noticed the irritation on Draven's profile. Well... it made sense. He /had/ just been demasculated by someone who was usually far weaker than him. "Let's try to not act so macho while we're still recovering, shall we?" he suggested, nestling his chin on the curve of Draven's neck.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 18, 2011 23:07:49 GMT -5
Draven made a face before he tensed at Ashemir's chin at his neck. Hmm... Well, the blonde had a point. Teasing like that was stupid when he knew he wouldn't be able to push the other away. Not that he really wanted to but that wasn't the point. He blinked slowly, turning his head into Ashemir and resting his cheek against the other's head. "Suppose you're right," he sighed, quietly. "Even if it is fun." He opened an eye slightly to see what Ashemir's reaction would be, but didn't wait long and closed it again. He shifted as much as he could beneath the other and when he was comfortable, he relaxed as well. Ah, comfortable... "Think we should get some sleep then?" he asked, softly.
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