Post by itanyablade on Nov 4, 2008 14:36:10 GMT -5
She awoke with a sigh, fuzzy with sleep, and opened her eyes. Her skin itched irritatingly and when she went to scratch the harshness of linen forced her to curse softly. Someone next to her made a noise and she turned over to look at who it was.
That was the shock she needed to force herself into action. With a howl of outrage, she straddled Keltyr and punched him just enough in the chest to wake him up.
“You Bastard! You turned me over the Magisters!” She slapped him hard across the face, wondering how he could smile and where she could find a knife.
One of his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her off balance and dragged her into a kiss. “Never again.” He said fiercely, but he did not let go of her hair. He continued to stare into her eyes. He let go, when she punched him a second time.
The kiss had startled her enough to think. He had turned her over to the Magisters. She remembered that distinctly. The afterwards part was fuzzy. A kindly looking old man and pain, but little else. But she did remember afterwards and inwardly cringed now. Whatever they had done to her was gone. She wished she could scrub her brain free of those few days as someone else.
“Dorri.” She had been distracted enough that he had pulled her down next to him. It was a horrible position to throw another punch from, but something in his voice distracted her. “I’m sorry.” He actually chuckled at her scowl. She fought between anger and curiosity. He drew a hand through his hair. “I thought you were gone forever and you were right there in front of me.”
He shook his head and frowned at her. “But if you ever do anything like that again, for whatever reason.” He levered himself up on one shoulder, looking down on her. “I will kill you myself.” She nodded without saying a word. She could tell he was serious and she was not about to say something. Her mouth had already gotten her into trouble. “No Magisters, nothing to come back from.”
And then he kissed her again. “I’ve missed you.”
She awoke a second time without the itchy skin. Dorri’tow just lay there, thinking. There was little else she could do and not disturb Keltyr and she was not sure she wanted to, but damn his skin was warm.
“You’re awake.” His chin was resting on her head and he did release her as he spoke. “Do you want to leave?”
At first, she thought he was throwing her out of the bed and she balled up a fist to punch him. Problem was, that did not make much sense. He was asking something much less trivial. “Kel…”
“We will leave, if you want.”
“You’re Grand Master. This is what you wanted.”
“I don’t care.” She could hear the ferocity in his voice. He tried to tuck her further against him. “If that is what it takes, I’ll throw you over the back of that ridiculous chicken of yours and we’ll go sell our swords in the Outlands.”
“No, I wanted to be a blood knight. I still believe in that.” Some of the tension drained out of Keltyr.
“Then I have a plan. In less than two weeks, there will be a massive expedition to Northrend. I volunteered the order. You, I and Dor’anea… Dor’anea is what she calls herself.” Dorri nodded her head, not wanting to interrupt. “We have a few recruits that will have to stay behind.”
“By the time the campaign is over in Northrend, no one will notice if you aren’t a wind-up toy any longer. Until then however...” He shifted so he could look at her face. “While in Silvermoon, you will have to be just that.”
“There is one thing that is going to change, though. You’re staying here with me.” There was something fierce in his eyes, though they were not focused on her for the moment. “Let them think me perverse enough to only be interested in the shell. The city is full of it.” Finally, he did look at her, wearing that obnoxious grin he donned whenever he thought of something to make her squirm.
“Go, get the rest of your belongings, what there are of them.” He nudged her towards the edge of the bed. She slipped out of bed with an annoyed sigh. She walked towards the door. Keltyr coughed and she turned to look at him. Still wearing that stupid smile, he pointed at the linen shift that was on the floor. “Modesty, my dear.”
“I am not wearing that.”
“You are. Toy soldiers are modest and proper.”
“What makes you think I am going to obey you.” She clutched the shift in one hand, scowling.
He leaned back on the bed and put his hands behind his head. “Because I am Grand Master Sunsworn and you have to do what I say.” He was still wearing that smug look after she pulled the shift over her head and walked out of the room.
That was the shock she needed to force herself into action. With a howl of outrage, she straddled Keltyr and punched him just enough in the chest to wake him up.
“You Bastard! You turned me over the Magisters!” She slapped him hard across the face, wondering how he could smile and where she could find a knife.
One of his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her off balance and dragged her into a kiss. “Never again.” He said fiercely, but he did not let go of her hair. He continued to stare into her eyes. He let go, when she punched him a second time.
The kiss had startled her enough to think. He had turned her over to the Magisters. She remembered that distinctly. The afterwards part was fuzzy. A kindly looking old man and pain, but little else. But she did remember afterwards and inwardly cringed now. Whatever they had done to her was gone. She wished she could scrub her brain free of those few days as someone else.
“Dorri.” She had been distracted enough that he had pulled her down next to him. It was a horrible position to throw another punch from, but something in his voice distracted her. “I’m sorry.” He actually chuckled at her scowl. She fought between anger and curiosity. He drew a hand through his hair. “I thought you were gone forever and you were right there in front of me.”
He shook his head and frowned at her. “But if you ever do anything like that again, for whatever reason.” He levered himself up on one shoulder, looking down on her. “I will kill you myself.” She nodded without saying a word. She could tell he was serious and she was not about to say something. Her mouth had already gotten her into trouble. “No Magisters, nothing to come back from.”
And then he kissed her again. “I’ve missed you.”
She awoke a second time without the itchy skin. Dorri’tow just lay there, thinking. There was little else she could do and not disturb Keltyr and she was not sure she wanted to, but damn his skin was warm.
“You’re awake.” His chin was resting on her head and he did release her as he spoke. “Do you want to leave?”
At first, she thought he was throwing her out of the bed and she balled up a fist to punch him. Problem was, that did not make much sense. He was asking something much less trivial. “Kel…”
“We will leave, if you want.”
“You’re Grand Master. This is what you wanted.”
“I don’t care.” She could hear the ferocity in his voice. He tried to tuck her further against him. “If that is what it takes, I’ll throw you over the back of that ridiculous chicken of yours and we’ll go sell our swords in the Outlands.”
“No, I wanted to be a blood knight. I still believe in that.” Some of the tension drained out of Keltyr.
“Then I have a plan. In less than two weeks, there will be a massive expedition to Northrend. I volunteered the order. You, I and Dor’anea… Dor’anea is what she calls herself.” Dorri nodded her head, not wanting to interrupt. “We have a few recruits that will have to stay behind.”
“By the time the campaign is over in Northrend, no one will notice if you aren’t a wind-up toy any longer. Until then however...” He shifted so he could look at her face. “While in Silvermoon, you will have to be just that.”
“There is one thing that is going to change, though. You’re staying here with me.” There was something fierce in his eyes, though they were not focused on her for the moment. “Let them think me perverse enough to only be interested in the shell. The city is full of it.” Finally, he did look at her, wearing that obnoxious grin he donned whenever he thought of something to make her squirm.
“Go, get the rest of your belongings, what there are of them.” He nudged her towards the edge of the bed. She slipped out of bed with an annoyed sigh. She walked towards the door. Keltyr coughed and she turned to look at him. Still wearing that stupid smile, he pointed at the linen shift that was on the floor. “Modesty, my dear.”
“I am not wearing that.”
“You are. Toy soldiers are modest and proper.”
“What makes you think I am going to obey you.” She clutched the shift in one hand, scowling.
He leaned back on the bed and put his hands behind his head. “Because I am Grand Master Sunsworn and you have to do what I say.” He was still wearing that smug look after she pulled the shift over her head and walked out of the room.