Mason smiles, "That sounds like the beginnings of a plan, but please do be careful. We may be a month away from Bellitose, but we are still in the middle of the empire. Be careful of who you speak to, and of what you say."
He then leads her into the town. It is a town built largely out of logs and adobe bricks, far removed from the plaster, chiseled stones, and marbles of Bellitose. Deep ruts ran through the muddy roads, and long wooden porches extended from the buildings to offer shade and firm footing for its visitors. Longs wooden hitch rails lined the porches, with watering troughs for the horses. Unlike in the larger, more civilized cities of Chaladonia, horses weren't stabled here. They were hitched to the hitching posts, though the residents did have their own stables built against their houses. Blacksmiths also had stables where they preformed the horseshoeing, of course, and fitting of wagons and carts. The smell of animal and people mingled richly with burning fires, baked breads, and cheap ales. The lights from windows and street side oil lamps cast shadows and amber glow about. Celest was barely a city of 20,000, though it eclipsed any other settlement in the Chalcedon Plains, the bread basket of the empire.
Mason points to a 3 story building, one of the tallest in town, bearing a wooden sign with a horse wearing a night cap, "There it is, the Sleeping Mare. We will find us a room there." He carefully leads Emerald through the ruts to the wooden plankways, where they then proceed down the street to the Sleeping Mare. Pushing open the door revealed a lively saloon with a man playing piano for a singing woman, tables of men playing cards and drinking heavily, and prostitutes selling their wares. Mason turns to Emerald, "I suppose this is your first time here? Please, stick close, and be careful."
Mason then leads her to the counter in the back of the Saloon, where a slender old man with a brim hat was wiping down the counter. "Excuse me good sir, might the misses and I rent out a room for the night?" The man looks the both of you over, "Hmm, a human and an' angerian? You two wouldn't be the two trouble makers in the big city would ya'?" Mason shakes his head, "Big City? Sir, I'm not sure what you are talking about, we just traveled from Angeria where I sought my lady's father's permission to marry her. We are headed to Cair. What's this about trouble makers?" The man chuckles, "Eh, don't you two go worryin' 'bout it. Couple o' love birds eh? Hehe, yeah I gotta room, give you half off as a weddin' gift. 50 shillin's" Mason smiles, "Thank you sir," and pays the man who in turn gives him the key to room 224.
Mason then escorts Emerald to the room, unlocks the door and looks about. Once satisfied, he shuts the door behind them. "We will sleep the night, prepare in the morning and hopefully leave that evening."
A Knight's Quest
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Mason Smith
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Emerald
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Re: A Knight's Quest
Not used to walking on unpaved streets, or even streets with ruts in them, Emerald walked carefully and kept a tight hold of Mason's arm, not wanting to trip and fall. Such roads were hazardous to one's health and the well being of their ankles were they not careful. The last thing she and Mason needed was more injuries.
The sites and sounds of the bustling little frontier town were somewhat enchanting yet at the same time the smell of animals and their waste was strong. When they stopped and he pointed out the sign of the inn they would find a room at, she took the time to pull a scented handkerchief from her sleeve and held it to her nose briefly as if to wipe it. Really the smell was horrid, but it was only for a day and a night and then they'd be on their way.
Once at the inn, the saloon in front jovial and quite rambunctious she took Mason's words to heart and stayed as close to him as he would allow. Emerald tried to smile at those who looked their way, but there was just so much to see and so many people that she doubted a one of them would even see the false smile she held onto. Her wings shifted slightly with her unease and she was glad when they reached the man at the back cleaning the bar.
When Mason spun his tale of where they had come from and why, not to mention where they were going, a soft heat suffused her cheeks. An occurance so rare in fact that she felt perhaps like maybe she was ill. Was she? Not likely, though the rain had not helped matters any and even with the remedy she and Mason had drank, there was no guarantee that she wasn't ill. Finally, they had a key to a room and before she could say a word they were in their room. As soon as the door was shut and locked, Emerald leaned against the wall and sighed heavily.
"That was....unexpected. Masterful but unexpected. I think I shall let you do the talking for us from here on out. I am not known for saying the right things."
The sites and sounds of the bustling little frontier town were somewhat enchanting yet at the same time the smell of animals and their waste was strong. When they stopped and he pointed out the sign of the inn they would find a room at, she took the time to pull a scented handkerchief from her sleeve and held it to her nose briefly as if to wipe it. Really the smell was horrid, but it was only for a day and a night and then they'd be on their way.
Once at the inn, the saloon in front jovial and quite rambunctious she took Mason's words to heart and stayed as close to him as he would allow. Emerald tried to smile at those who looked their way, but there was just so much to see and so many people that she doubted a one of them would even see the false smile she held onto. Her wings shifted slightly with her unease and she was glad when they reached the man at the back cleaning the bar.
When Mason spun his tale of where they had come from and why, not to mention where they were going, a soft heat suffused her cheeks. An occurance so rare in fact that she felt perhaps like maybe she was ill. Was she? Not likely, though the rain had not helped matters any and even with the remedy she and Mason had drank, there was no guarantee that she wasn't ill. Finally, they had a key to a room and before she could say a word they were in their room. As soon as the door was shut and locked, Emerald leaned against the wall and sighed heavily.
"That was....unexpected. Masterful but unexpected. I think I shall let you do the talking for us from here on out. I am not known for saying the right things."
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Mason Smith
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Re: A Knight's Quest
Mason walks into the room and closes the door. He smiles slightly at Emerald's comment, then frowns as he scopes the room. Looking around he checks for trap doors, false walls, and rune stones before turning back to Emerald. "I do not care for deception, and in truth would rather not have to use it. However, I cannot deny that when deep within enemy territory a good story has saved me a time or too." He sighs, "It is.... depressing that my home has become enemy territory."
Mason walks over to the window and peers out of it. "We should probably get some rest soon, for tomorrow we start our journey, and most of it will take us across the Chalcedon Wastes. It is a path few, if any, take anymore." He looks out imagining the horrors of the wastes; mutated creatures, magic storms, everything contaminated, and their chances diminishing the longer they are in there. "It'll take us at least three days of hard riding by horseback. But that is better than the weeks of travel on foot."
Mason turns and smiles, "I'll let you take the bed. It isn't surprising we were given a room with only one bed, given my story. I'll take to the floor." He sits down on the floor, his back against the wall, "Tell me Emerald, were you born in Chaladonia? Or did you come from Angeria?"
Mason walks over to the window and peers out of it. "We should probably get some rest soon, for tomorrow we start our journey, and most of it will take us across the Chalcedon Wastes. It is a path few, if any, take anymore." He looks out imagining the horrors of the wastes; mutated creatures, magic storms, everything contaminated, and their chances diminishing the longer they are in there. "It'll take us at least three days of hard riding by horseback. But that is better than the weeks of travel on foot."
Mason turns and smiles, "I'll let you take the bed. It isn't surprising we were given a room with only one bed, given my story. I'll take to the floor." He sits down on the floor, his back against the wall, "Tell me Emerald, were you born in Chaladonia? Or did you come from Angeria?"
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Emerald
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Re: A Knight's Quest
So, that was how it was to be then? But then, wasn't that all there was to it? Men were so dense sometimes. Yet then, wasn't she dense when it came to such things? Surely not. She was a woman after all. And she was Angerian but she was still a woman. Perhaps the Angerian side of her was too prominent. Maybe she needed to loosen up and do as Mason often did. Instead of going with logic she could go with her gut. However, logic was pretty much all she knew. It was her whole life and she didn't really know how to be any other way.
Emerald couldn't deny though the strange feelings she felt whenever she was in his presence, and she had been in his presence a considerable amount since all this had started. Could it all just be some sort of hero worship? Certainly that had to be the case. He had saved her from what would have been an ugly and humiliating death. But still, she felt sparks whenever he was near and it un-nerved her.
Setting her bag on the floor by the end of the bed, she sat down on it and watched as he moved about the room checking things and making sure things were safe. Something she hadn't thought to do. Emerald was glad for him being there. More so than she was willing to admit. As he settled onto the floor next to the bed she frowned at him, a bit of irritation growing within her.
"Mason Smith. With all due respect, there has been at least one time, if not two now since we met that you have shared warmth with me from my wings. You then spin a tale of us being lovers and going to get married, yet you will not share a bed with me?" She shook her head sadly her emerald eyes portraying an unidentifiable emotion. "I'll not have you sleeping on the floor. It'll hurt your back worse than that wagon we rode in and you need a better rest than I myself do. I could take the floor, but we are both adults. This bed is big enough for two and it is not like I'm going to jump you in the night."
Emerald rolled her eyes at the thought of it, but somewhere within the deep dark depths of her mind, she rather fancied having her way with him. She left those thoughts there in those deep dark recesses of her mind. Right now, she would win him over with logic, make him see reason. As if her arguments that he sleep next her settled the entire thing, she nodded and went on to say even as she started to unlace her dress, "As for where I am from, I hail from Angeria. It was where I was born and raised. I had never set foot outside of the country until I came to serve King Ian."
She continued with the multitude of laces her dress loosening as she did and falling about her now bare shoulders. Emerald didn't give it a second thought though. Thinking only of getting ready to sleep and not of modesty, hers or Mason's. Besides, even if she were thinking about it, weren't they supposed to be lovers and about to be married anyway?
Emerald couldn't deny though the strange feelings she felt whenever she was in his presence, and she had been in his presence a considerable amount since all this had started. Could it all just be some sort of hero worship? Certainly that had to be the case. He had saved her from what would have been an ugly and humiliating death. But still, she felt sparks whenever he was near and it un-nerved her.
Setting her bag on the floor by the end of the bed, she sat down on it and watched as he moved about the room checking things and making sure things were safe. Something she hadn't thought to do. Emerald was glad for him being there. More so than she was willing to admit. As he settled onto the floor next to the bed she frowned at him, a bit of irritation growing within her.
"Mason Smith. With all due respect, there has been at least one time, if not two now since we met that you have shared warmth with me from my wings. You then spin a tale of us being lovers and going to get married, yet you will not share a bed with me?" She shook her head sadly her emerald eyes portraying an unidentifiable emotion. "I'll not have you sleeping on the floor. It'll hurt your back worse than that wagon we rode in and you need a better rest than I myself do. I could take the floor, but we are both adults. This bed is big enough for two and it is not like I'm going to jump you in the night."
Emerald rolled her eyes at the thought of it, but somewhere within the deep dark depths of her mind, she rather fancied having her way with him. She left those thoughts there in those deep dark recesses of her mind. Right now, she would win him over with logic, make him see reason. As if her arguments that he sleep next her settled the entire thing, she nodded and went on to say even as she started to unlace her dress, "As for where I am from, I hail from Angeria. It was where I was born and raised. I had never set foot outside of the country until I came to serve King Ian."
She continued with the multitude of laces her dress loosening as she did and falling about her now bare shoulders. Emerald didn't give it a second thought though. Thinking only of getting ready to sleep and not of modesty, hers or Mason's. Besides, even if she were thinking about it, weren't they supposed to be lovers and about to be married anyway?
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Mason Smith
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Re: A Knight's Quest
"M'lady!" Mason responds, his face flushed with modest embarrassment when Emerald chastised him for his ways. His face only glowed a brighter red when the angerian healer's dress fell from her shoulders, dropping about her ankles exposing El Annon's finest work before him. Standing abruptly, Mason makes way to the window and covers it. Then, as if trying to take his mind from the fact of a very attractive angerian changing behind him, Mason clears his throat. "That must have been quite a trip. Where we are going will be close to our borders with Angeria..." He lowers his head and sighs, "I'd heard that they suffered worse than us from the Great Collapse. I do hope your family is well."
Sighing, Mason turns back to Emerald, "Emerald, I hope that you will forgive me. I... I am quite unskilled at matters such as these." He walks over to the bed and sits on its edge, looking down at the floor, "I did love, once, you know. A childhood sweetheart. We grew up in the same town, were the best of friends that was just starting to become something more. Then the Great Collapse happened..."
He lets out a deep sigh, "From that point on I pledged myself to my work, to defend country and king. I'd reasoned it would be better that way, I'd not have romance clouding my judgment, or loss hindering my actions. For over twelve years it seemed to work out just fine, until I met you on the eve of our king's death."
Mason turns to Emerald, "To say I don't have feelings for you would be a lie. What started as a simple desire to see you to safety has developed far beyond that. But I must confess, I fear my heart, and the journey ahead."
Sighing, Mason turns back to Emerald, "Emerald, I hope that you will forgive me. I... I am quite unskilled at matters such as these." He walks over to the bed and sits on its edge, looking down at the floor, "I did love, once, you know. A childhood sweetheart. We grew up in the same town, were the best of friends that was just starting to become something more. Then the Great Collapse happened..."
He lets out a deep sigh, "From that point on I pledged myself to my work, to defend country and king. I'd reasoned it would be better that way, I'd not have romance clouding my judgment, or loss hindering my actions. For over twelve years it seemed to work out just fine, until I met you on the eve of our king's death."
Mason turns to Emerald, "To say I don't have feelings for you would be a lie. What started as a simple desire to see you to safety has developed far beyond that. But I must confess, I fear my heart, and the journey ahead."
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Emerald
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Re: A Knight's Quest
Emerald watched him as he covered the window, effectively shielding her body from anyone's view but his. She honestly didn't even think about covering the window before changing, or the fact that she was naked before him. Modesty about her appearance was not a part of her. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't flaunt it, and changing in front of Mason, well it was somewhat thrilling. Not that she'd make a habit of it, but it did send a shockwave straight to her core, a shockwave that she enjoyed and wanted more of.
He continued to speak to her, telling her of his past and asking her forgiveness. She simply shook her head. "If it is my forgiveness you seek, you have it. Though I don't know why you should need it." She leaned over and took her night gown from the bag with her medical supplies. It was made of a thin linen, and was nearly as white as her wings. Emerald slipped it over her head, put her other dress back in the bag and went to sit next to Mason on the end of the bed.
She wasn't sure what to say in response to his words about his feelings for her. Emerald though, felt that perhaps the two of them were in the same boat when it came to feelings for each other. Neither of them understood what was going on and they didn't seem to know how to express their feelings either. Though he seemed to be doing a better job of it than she. After he finished speak, she rested a hand lightly on his knee.
"Feelings are foreign to me. Except for commitment, loyalty and dedication...there is little that I understand about them. But if I know anything at all Mason, whatever this is, whatever you and I have together, it is something we will conquer together. Whatever that entails, whatever happens, you can trust that you have my loyalty, my dedication and my commitment. Not just to you but to our mission. Put your fears to bed Mason and let them rest." Her hand slid from his knee further up his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze even as she smiled at him, something she rarely ever did, smile.
She tilted her head slightly to one side and regarded him. "I care about you Mason Smith."
He continued to speak to her, telling her of his past and asking her forgiveness. She simply shook her head. "If it is my forgiveness you seek, you have it. Though I don't know why you should need it." She leaned over and took her night gown from the bag with her medical supplies. It was made of a thin linen, and was nearly as white as her wings. Emerald slipped it over her head, put her other dress back in the bag and went to sit next to Mason on the end of the bed.
She wasn't sure what to say in response to his words about his feelings for her. Emerald though, felt that perhaps the two of them were in the same boat when it came to feelings for each other. Neither of them understood what was going on and they didn't seem to know how to express their feelings either. Though he seemed to be doing a better job of it than she. After he finished speak, she rested a hand lightly on his knee.
"Feelings are foreign to me. Except for commitment, loyalty and dedication...there is little that I understand about them. But if I know anything at all Mason, whatever this is, whatever you and I have together, it is something we will conquer together. Whatever that entails, whatever happens, you can trust that you have my loyalty, my dedication and my commitment. Not just to you but to our mission. Put your fears to bed Mason and let them rest." Her hand slid from his knee further up his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze even as she smiled at him, something she rarely ever did, smile.
She tilted her head slightly to one side and regarded him. "I care about you Mason Smith."
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Mason Smith
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Re: A Knight's Quest
Mason listens well to Emerald's words, and turned to regard her as she stated her care for him. The way her blond locks curled around her face. Her pure, angerian skin glistening in the candlelight. Her deep green eyes, and the exotic nature of her angelic wings framing her out. These were the things he noticed, not the hint of skin shown through the thin, silk like slip she wore, nor her hand placement. Her face, her eyes, and yes... her lips. He could kiss her. A part of him wanted to, begged him to, screamed it through the pulsating rush of blood rushing into his face His heartbeat intensifying in the moment, expecting, perhaps longing, for the knight to just give in, to lean in and press his lips against hers...
But Mason Smith was not one to give into his feelings. He was a knight, he was well trained to still himself, to not answer the screams of his heart or elsewhere. Mission. Mission was his mindset. Or so he'd tell himself. The truth of the matter was that Mason was pigheaded as he was naive. If Emerald desired the same, he'd not see it. Perhaps, he'd not allow himself to see it. Not yet, anyway...
Or so he thought. So he told himself. Oblivious, even to himself as to what just had happened. But quicker than lightening it came back to him. Realization of what he just had done, even though he thought he was resisting the urge to do so. He was refusing to kiss her, yet somehow, someway, he did. His cheeks flush, he pulled his lips back from hers, a look of instant confusion, followed by worry washed over him. He kissed her. He wanted to, he meant not to, he thought he resisted, but he had given in...
"I..." Mason fumbled his words, "it is late...." He gets up and makes his way to the candle to blow it out, "Perhaps we should go to sleep.... We have a long trip ahead of us...." Stopping at the candle he stared into the flickering flame, seeing only her eyes in them. He kissed her. And now he wondered, he worried, what was it that she thought...
But Mason Smith was not one to give into his feelings. He was a knight, he was well trained to still himself, to not answer the screams of his heart or elsewhere. Mission. Mission was his mindset. Or so he'd tell himself. The truth of the matter was that Mason was pigheaded as he was naive. If Emerald desired the same, he'd not see it. Perhaps, he'd not allow himself to see it. Not yet, anyway...
Or so he thought. So he told himself. Oblivious, even to himself as to what just had happened. But quicker than lightening it came back to him. Realization of what he just had done, even though he thought he was resisting the urge to do so. He was refusing to kiss her, yet somehow, someway, he did. His cheeks flush, he pulled his lips back from hers, a look of instant confusion, followed by worry washed over him. He kissed her. He wanted to, he meant not to, he thought he resisted, but he had given in...
"I..." Mason fumbled his words, "it is late...." He gets up and makes his way to the candle to blow it out, "Perhaps we should go to sleep.... We have a long trip ahead of us...." Stopping at the candle he stared into the flickering flame, seeing only her eyes in them. He kissed her. And now he wondered, he worried, what was it that she thought...
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Re: A Knight's Quest
To say she was shocked would have been an understatement. To say that it was a pleasant surprise was also not wholly true. It was a shock and it was a pleasant surprise when he leaned towards her and placed his lips on hers. Her emerald eyes fluttered close and she went against all logic and reason just to let the kiss continue. The way his lips slanted over hers so perfectly, the way his lips were so warm and full against her own. A whimper of desire escaped her as she returned the kiss.
When Mason broke the kiss, it was all too soon and Emerald's breathing had quickened with her desire. She opened her eyes slowly to judge his reaction, only to feel him stand from the bed and walk to where the candle was that illuminated their room.
"Mason," she said, her voice a breathy whisper of her desire for him. Turning her eyes to watch him, he stared into the candle's flickering flame and she couldn't help but wonder if he regretted kissing her. Emerald didn't regret it. It had felt nice and had lit something inside her like she had never felt before. It was new and exciting but also terrifying. It was terrifying because it was a feeling she was unaccustomed to, and more than that, it was terrifying because she wanted more. So much more.
Normally Emerald was inflappable, full of logic and reason. Feelings of the heart were foreign to her. The same went for feelings of desire and sexuality. Yet there she was, experiencing them, with him. It was surreal and she craved more. She made a split second decision and before he could blow out the candle, she crossed to him and gently tugged him around so she could look into his eyes.
Her emerald eyes shone with her desire, with her severe lack of regret and an eagerness that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Her hands lifted to his shirt collar and pulled him down to her level. In a desperate, hungry and bold move, she kissed him. It was full of promise, of desire, of heat and of passion. She didn't have the words to express what she wanted or how she felt and actions typically spoke louder than words. Emerald just prayed that he wouldn't pull away from her. Not yet. And not until her lips had been completely ravished by his own.
When Mason broke the kiss, it was all too soon and Emerald's breathing had quickened with her desire. She opened her eyes slowly to judge his reaction, only to feel him stand from the bed and walk to where the candle was that illuminated their room.
"Mason," she said, her voice a breathy whisper of her desire for him. Turning her eyes to watch him, he stared into the candle's flickering flame and she couldn't help but wonder if he regretted kissing her. Emerald didn't regret it. It had felt nice and had lit something inside her like she had never felt before. It was new and exciting but also terrifying. It was terrifying because it was a feeling she was unaccustomed to, and more than that, it was terrifying because she wanted more. So much more.
Normally Emerald was inflappable, full of logic and reason. Feelings of the heart were foreign to her. The same went for feelings of desire and sexuality. Yet there she was, experiencing them, with him. It was surreal and she craved more. She made a split second decision and before he could blow out the candle, she crossed to him and gently tugged him around so she could look into his eyes.
Her emerald eyes shone with her desire, with her severe lack of regret and an eagerness that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Her hands lifted to his shirt collar and pulled him down to her level. In a desperate, hungry and bold move, she kissed him. It was full of promise, of desire, of heat and of passion. She didn't have the words to express what she wanted or how she felt and actions typically spoke louder than words. Emerald just prayed that he wouldn't pull away from her. Not yet. And not until her lips had been completely ravished by his own.
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Mason Smith
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Re: A Knight's Quest
The suddenness of Emerald's tug caught the knight off guard, and as he fell deep into her emerald pools He could only utter "Emmy...". Even if he had wanted to say more, he couldn't, for he was without warning pulled into a deep kiss. The sudden shock was quickly replaced by heart-felt desire, and for a time the stalwart knight left his heart take over. With his right hand he gently grasped the back of Emerald's blond head, bracing it as his lips moved in sync with his beating heart. His left hand found the small of her back, at her waist below the convergence of her angerian wings.
Time seemed to stop, and for moments that seemed like an eternity Mason was locked in deep passion, his longing for the angerian healer being expressed through his lips and tongue. He knew nothing else than her in this moment, the world about having faded from his knowledge. It was a heated passion, one which often would lead further than deep kissing, which could have well done so with Mason, but the desire was soon broken. 'Mason', a memory of a voice whispered within him, 'Now you choose her, above your mission, above me?'
Mason breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against Emerald's as his face tilted downward, his eyes closed with a single drop escaping the flood his eyelids contained "We should sleep," he said, without opening his eyes as he pulled from her and extinguished the light. Mason took to his side of the bed, and laid on top of the blankets, looking towards the draped window. 'Why now...' Mason wondered to himself, 'Why must she haunt me now?' It was a thought that carried him to the void of sleep...
Time seemed to stop, and for moments that seemed like an eternity Mason was locked in deep passion, his longing for the angerian healer being expressed through his lips and tongue. He knew nothing else than her in this moment, the world about having faded from his knowledge. It was a heated passion, one which often would lead further than deep kissing, which could have well done so with Mason, but the desire was soon broken. 'Mason', a memory of a voice whispered within him, 'Now you choose her, above your mission, above me?'
Mason breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against Emerald's as his face tilted downward, his eyes closed with a single drop escaping the flood his eyelids contained "We should sleep," he said, without opening his eyes as he pulled from her and extinguished the light. Mason took to his side of the bed, and laid on top of the blankets, looking towards the draped window. 'Why now...' Mason wondered to himself, 'Why must she haunt me now?' It was a thought that carried him to the void of sleep...
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Emerald
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Re: A Knight's Quest
It was perfect, the way he whispered the nickname he had given her and the way he had returned the kiss. So heated, so full of passion and desire. It went on for what felt like forever and it stirred the longing within her. Emerald moaned softly against his lips as they kissed, her hands gliding over his muscled chest and slipping up and into his shirt. She let her fingers trail along the smooth skin, the hard planes and angles of his abdomen. It was as if she couldn't get enough of him and she knew she well and truly couldn't. A kiss just wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
He wasn't ready yet though for she felt the tear slide down his cheek and onto her own, only to have him break the kiss and shared passion, stating almost too simply that they should sleep. Logically, what he said held truth and she knew she should sleep as well. Emerald couldn't though. Too lost in these new and exciting feelings, feelings that she didn't dare acknowledge, but somehow did anyway. She watched as he got into bed, on top of the blankets no less, and she stood there, watching him in the dark as sleep gradually overtook him.
And as she watched him fall asleep she felt a cool wetness slip down from her eyes. Lightly she dabbed at it, wondering what it was. When her fingers came away wet, she knew. They were tears, and she knew that for the first time in a very long time, she was in trouble. Not with him, but with herself. She was allowing herself to feel again, to know emotion when she had for years blocked it off with cold, hard logic. The last time she had felt such things, her life had shattered and not for the better. Why? Why was she letting this happen to her now? It would only end the same way as before. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny her feelings towards him, her attraction.
Instead of joining him in the bed while he slept, she walked on quiet, bare feet over to her bag. She pulled out her cloak and wrapped it around herself. She needed to be away from him for a little bit. If she looked at him even a moment longer she felt she would die. Emerald wouldn't give up on him, wouldn't give up on the mission, but at that moment she needed to be alone. She had to put her icy, logical side back in place. She had to bury these emotions and feelings where they belonged. For her own sanity and to spare him, she had to not give in to such feelings. Emerald cared for him too much to do any less.
As quietly as she could, she unlocked the door and slipped out into the hallway, her feet still bare on the cool wood floor. Shutting the door behind her she listened to the noises floating up from below. She knew she couldn't join them, not dressed in a sleeping gown and cloak. But she did go down the stairs as quietly as she was able and stuck tightly to the shadows. Emerald desperately needed to be herself again. The cool, logical and composed self she had been for so many years now. And even as she hid near the base of the stairs, in the dark, she watched and listened to the patrons as they laughed, danced and made merry of their lives. It was sad, but it served a purpose, it helped to ease her logical and stoic demeanor back into place. She would get sleep soon enough, but this was more important right now. She had to remind herself why she was so cold and logical in the first place. She had to remind herself that if she gave into her feelings, her life would shatter once more and she didn't know if she could deal with that.
He wasn't ready yet though for she felt the tear slide down his cheek and onto her own, only to have him break the kiss and shared passion, stating almost too simply that they should sleep. Logically, what he said held truth and she knew she should sleep as well. Emerald couldn't though. Too lost in these new and exciting feelings, feelings that she didn't dare acknowledge, but somehow did anyway. She watched as he got into bed, on top of the blankets no less, and she stood there, watching him in the dark as sleep gradually overtook him.
And as she watched him fall asleep she felt a cool wetness slip down from her eyes. Lightly she dabbed at it, wondering what it was. When her fingers came away wet, she knew. They were tears, and she knew that for the first time in a very long time, she was in trouble. Not with him, but with herself. She was allowing herself to feel again, to know emotion when she had for years blocked it off with cold, hard logic. The last time she had felt such things, her life had shattered and not for the better. Why? Why was she letting this happen to her now? It would only end the same way as before. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny her feelings towards him, her attraction.
Instead of joining him in the bed while he slept, she walked on quiet, bare feet over to her bag. She pulled out her cloak and wrapped it around herself. She needed to be away from him for a little bit. If she looked at him even a moment longer she felt she would die. Emerald wouldn't give up on him, wouldn't give up on the mission, but at that moment she needed to be alone. She had to put her icy, logical side back in place. She had to bury these emotions and feelings where they belonged. For her own sanity and to spare him, she had to not give in to such feelings. Emerald cared for him too much to do any less.
As quietly as she could, she unlocked the door and slipped out into the hallway, her feet still bare on the cool wood floor. Shutting the door behind her she listened to the noises floating up from below. She knew she couldn't join them, not dressed in a sleeping gown and cloak. But she did go down the stairs as quietly as she was able and stuck tightly to the shadows. Emerald desperately needed to be herself again. The cool, logical and composed self she had been for so many years now. And even as she hid near the base of the stairs, in the dark, she watched and listened to the patrons as they laughed, danced and made merry of their lives. It was sad, but it served a purpose, it helped to ease her logical and stoic demeanor back into place. She would get sleep soon enough, but this was more important right now. She had to remind herself why she was so cold and logical in the first place. She had to remind herself that if she gave into her feelings, her life would shatter once more and she didn't know if she could deal with that.
