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It had been a little over a week since he had returned to the merchant's shop where he had settled. The girl had grown too familiar, too close. He didn't need anyone trying to take care of him and certainly any kind of local attachment was a bad idea. That was how it was, he always left, always moved on to the next place, rarely returning after the work had been finished. His brothers and sisters would no doubt mock him for even giving her a moment's thought after he had moved on, though they had enjoyed the pastries he had brought back and distributed among them. Perhaps one day he would walk past again, just to see that all was still going on as it ought. But even considering that was outside the parameters he'd set for himself.
He'd taken up a nightly patrol, walking the streets of Colchis under cover of darkness where his identity would be harder to discern, and his scars seen under flashes of torchlight could be nothing more than a shadow. Dark hair was braided back tightly, and he'd wrapped himself in a dark tunic of the working classes, hoping if no one looked to closely to notice exactly how much darker his skin was or how exotic his features, that no one would take much notice of him. The daggers in his belt were primed, as were the small, sharp knives he had tucked into his braid, never one to wander about unarmed.
Somewhere ahead of him he heard the drunken shouts of some men, laughter echoing from the taverns around him, and there was something else. As he rounded a corner there were a smattering of people spilling out from one of the evening entertainments, and someone familiar right in his path. Lifting his hands to prevent a fall, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Myrrine, nor note how much smaller she was than he'd thought when he had been hunched over as a beggar.
"Apologies, mistress." It was freeing to be able to speak to her in his own voice, without the rasp and the age and weight that he had given the character she had known him as. Without the bandage over his face would she recognize him? He hadn't done much more than sit outside her shop, but of all Colchian residents she would be the one to know him. Once he was sure she was steady he released her though he didn't step away. She would never know it was him, surely. And she of all people had been kind. Surely he could allow himself a moment to see that she was well.
"Lovely night for a walk."
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It had been a little over a week since he had returned to the merchant's shop where he had settled. The girl had grown too familiar, too close. He didn't need anyone trying to take care of him and certainly any kind of local attachment was a bad idea. That was how it was, he always left, always moved on to the next place, rarely returning after the work had been finished. His brothers and sisters would no doubt mock him for even giving her a moment's thought after he had moved on, though they had enjoyed the pastries he had brought back and distributed among them. Perhaps one day he would walk past again, just to see that all was still going on as it ought. But even considering that was outside the parameters he'd set for himself.
He'd taken up a nightly patrol, walking the streets of Colchis under cover of darkness where his identity would be harder to discern, and his scars seen under flashes of torchlight could be nothing more than a shadow. Dark hair was braided back tightly, and he'd wrapped himself in a dark tunic of the working classes, hoping if no one looked to closely to notice exactly how much darker his skin was or how exotic his features, that no one would take much notice of him. The daggers in his belt were primed, as were the small, sharp knives he had tucked into his braid, never one to wander about unarmed.
Somewhere ahead of him he heard the drunken shouts of some men, laughter echoing from the taverns around him, and there was something else. As he rounded a corner there were a smattering of people spilling out from one of the evening entertainments, and someone familiar right in his path. Lifting his hands to prevent a fall, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Myrrine, nor note how much smaller she was than he'd thought when he had been hunched over as a beggar.
"Apologies, mistress." It was freeing to be able to speak to her in his own voice, without the rasp and the age and weight that he had given the character she had known him as. Without the bandage over his face would she recognize him? He hadn't done much more than sit outside her shop, but of all Colchian residents she would be the one to know him. Once he was sure she was steady he released her though he didn't step away. She would never know it was him, surely. And she of all people had been kind. Surely he could allow himself a moment to see that she was well.
"Lovely night for a walk."
It had been a little over a week since he had returned to the merchant's shop where he had settled. The girl had grown too familiar, too close. He didn't need anyone trying to take care of him and certainly any kind of local attachment was a bad idea. That was how it was, he always left, always moved on to the next place, rarely returning after the work had been finished. His brothers and sisters would no doubt mock him for even giving her a moment's thought after he had moved on, though they had enjoyed the pastries he had brought back and distributed among them. Perhaps one day he would walk past again, just to see that all was still going on as it ought. But even considering that was outside the parameters he'd set for himself.
He'd taken up a nightly patrol, walking the streets of Colchis under cover of darkness where his identity would be harder to discern, and his scars seen under flashes of torchlight could be nothing more than a shadow. Dark hair was braided back tightly, and he'd wrapped himself in a dark tunic of the working classes, hoping if no one looked to closely to notice exactly how much darker his skin was or how exotic his features, that no one would take much notice of him. The daggers in his belt were primed, as were the small, sharp knives he had tucked into his braid, never one to wander about unarmed.
Somewhere ahead of him he heard the drunken shouts of some men, laughter echoing from the taverns around him, and there was something else. As he rounded a corner there were a smattering of people spilling out from one of the evening entertainments, and someone familiar right in his path. Lifting his hands to prevent a fall, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Myrrine, nor note how much smaller she was than he'd thought when he had been hunched over as a beggar.
"Apologies, mistress." It was freeing to be able to speak to her in his own voice, without the rasp and the age and weight that he had given the character she had known him as. Without the bandage over his face would she recognize him? He hadn't done much more than sit outside her shop, but of all Colchian residents she would be the one to know him. Once he was sure she was steady he released her though he didn't step away. She would never know it was him, surely. And she of all people had been kind. Surely he could allow himself a moment to see that she was well.
"Lovely night for a walk."
Life continued as normal. Yet she found herself counting the days since she had seen the beggar outside. She looked for him far more than she’d freely admit, constantly finding excuses to step outside or work near the right windows, all the while praying for his return, for his safety. She even found herself subconsciously searching for his familiar form everywhere she went in the city. She hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse of him
If he had fallen to harm because she had made him feel too uncomfortable to return to the safety outside her home, she would never forgive herself. Not that she’d ever likely know his fate. No one would recognize one beggar from another in a city as crowded as Midas. Though she knew she’d be able to know her beggar from any other.
Not that he was truly hers, yet after their last - and really only - conversation, she couldn’t deny feeling connected to him. Even if that notion was perhaps ridiculous.
It had been a week now, and the knot in her stomach only grew tighter as time passed. She’d found herself on edge all day, her siblings constantly pressing on her frayed nerves. Her patience had dwindled and she caught herself snapping at the others far more than usual. So she’d waited until dark when it was time for bed for the youngest and she had the freedom to roam.
She needed to get some distance. The familiar noise and distractions of home were only antagonizing her today. It was fresh air and a change of scenery she craved. Surely a walk would ease her mind. At the least it would quiet enough that she might attempt to make sense of her thoughts and unwarranted emotions. She had no concept of how long or how far she walked, moving with the comfort of one who had lived in the city for her whole life.
Myrrine pressed more tightly to the wall of a tavern to avoid the crowd that was spilling out. The noise that filtered out into the street before the door closed once more was enough to set her on the edge of annoyance once more. Enough so that she nearly collided with a man as he rounded a corner.
“No, no, it was my fault. My mind was elsewhere entirely. Thank you for your attentiveness,” she said with a smile, her hands reaching out instinctively to rest on his forearms, steadying herself after the near collision. Her head tilted slightly to the side, brown eyes intensely studying the man in front of her. He felt familiar to her, but she knew she’d remember a face such as his.Not just because of the tell-tale scar, but rather because of how strikingly handsome his features were. As he stepped away, she found herself releasing a long-held breath even as she instantly missed his nearness. Her smile grew a little wider as he spoke once more, instinctively leaning towards him.
“Truly, it is,” she agreed, eyes lifting higher to the sky above them before returning to meet his own eyes. “Just the reprieve I needed truth be told.”
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Life continued as normal. Yet she found herself counting the days since she had seen the beggar outside. She looked for him far more than she’d freely admit, constantly finding excuses to step outside or work near the right windows, all the while praying for his return, for his safety. She even found herself subconsciously searching for his familiar form everywhere she went in the city. She hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse of him
If he had fallen to harm because she had made him feel too uncomfortable to return to the safety outside her home, she would never forgive herself. Not that she’d ever likely know his fate. No one would recognize one beggar from another in a city as crowded as Midas. Though she knew she’d be able to know her beggar from any other.
Not that he was truly hers, yet after their last - and really only - conversation, she couldn’t deny feeling connected to him. Even if that notion was perhaps ridiculous.
It had been a week now, and the knot in her stomach only grew tighter as time passed. She’d found herself on edge all day, her siblings constantly pressing on her frayed nerves. Her patience had dwindled and she caught herself snapping at the others far more than usual. So she’d waited until dark when it was time for bed for the youngest and she had the freedom to roam.
She needed to get some distance. The familiar noise and distractions of home were only antagonizing her today. It was fresh air and a change of scenery she craved. Surely a walk would ease her mind. At the least it would quiet enough that she might attempt to make sense of her thoughts and unwarranted emotions. She had no concept of how long or how far she walked, moving with the comfort of one who had lived in the city for her whole life.
Myrrine pressed more tightly to the wall of a tavern to avoid the crowd that was spilling out. The noise that filtered out into the street before the door closed once more was enough to set her on the edge of annoyance once more. Enough so that she nearly collided with a man as he rounded a corner.
“No, no, it was my fault. My mind was elsewhere entirely. Thank you for your attentiveness,” she said with a smile, her hands reaching out instinctively to rest on his forearms, steadying herself after the near collision. Her head tilted slightly to the side, brown eyes intensely studying the man in front of her. He felt familiar to her, but she knew she’d remember a face such as his.Not just because of the tell-tale scar, but rather because of how strikingly handsome his features were. As he stepped away, she found herself releasing a long-held breath even as she instantly missed his nearness. Her smile grew a little wider as he spoke once more, instinctively leaning towards him.
“Truly, it is,” she agreed, eyes lifting higher to the sky above them before returning to meet his own eyes. “Just the reprieve I needed truth be told.”
Life continued as normal. Yet she found herself counting the days since she had seen the beggar outside. She looked for him far more than she’d freely admit, constantly finding excuses to step outside or work near the right windows, all the while praying for his return, for his safety. She even found herself subconsciously searching for his familiar form everywhere she went in the city. She hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse of him
If he had fallen to harm because she had made him feel too uncomfortable to return to the safety outside her home, she would never forgive herself. Not that she’d ever likely know his fate. No one would recognize one beggar from another in a city as crowded as Midas. Though she knew she’d be able to know her beggar from any other.
Not that he was truly hers, yet after their last - and really only - conversation, she couldn’t deny feeling connected to him. Even if that notion was perhaps ridiculous.
It had been a week now, and the knot in her stomach only grew tighter as time passed. She’d found herself on edge all day, her siblings constantly pressing on her frayed nerves. Her patience had dwindled and she caught herself snapping at the others far more than usual. So she’d waited until dark when it was time for bed for the youngest and she had the freedom to roam.
She needed to get some distance. The familiar noise and distractions of home were only antagonizing her today. It was fresh air and a change of scenery she craved. Surely a walk would ease her mind. At the least it would quiet enough that she might attempt to make sense of her thoughts and unwarranted emotions. She had no concept of how long or how far she walked, moving with the comfort of one who had lived in the city for her whole life.
Myrrine pressed more tightly to the wall of a tavern to avoid the crowd that was spilling out. The noise that filtered out into the street before the door closed once more was enough to set her on the edge of annoyance once more. Enough so that she nearly collided with a man as he rounded a corner.
“No, no, it was my fault. My mind was elsewhere entirely. Thank you for your attentiveness,” she said with a smile, her hands reaching out instinctively to rest on his forearms, steadying herself after the near collision. Her head tilted slightly to the side, brown eyes intensely studying the man in front of her. He felt familiar to her, but she knew she’d remember a face such as his.Not just because of the tell-tale scar, but rather because of how strikingly handsome his features were. As he stepped away, she found herself releasing a long-held breath even as she instantly missed his nearness. Her smile grew a little wider as he spoke once more, instinctively leaning towards him.
“Truly, it is,” she agreed, eyes lifting higher to the sky above them before returning to meet his own eyes. “Just the reprieve I needed truth be told.”
Why hadn't he been expecting her to reach out and touch him as well? Why was it so surprising that it felt as if he had been shocked by a bolt from the sky when her fingers brushed against skin that had always been so closely covered when they had met before. He wanted to ask her where her mind had been, see if it had been on him, but that was foolish. This whole thing was foolish and he ought to just walk on. He'd seen her now, seen that she was alright and there was nothing amiss, just his presence gone from her shop. She probably didn't even miss him. Still...in the darkness, what was to stop him from being himself. As long as no one saw, it wasn't likely he would be identified from this one instance.
"Not at all. Whatever occupies your thoughts must be well worthwhile."
Nahash gave a rare smile to show that for once he was not joking or speaking in code. Not that she would have any knowledge of that. Even around his band of brothers and sisters he had to be the leader, certainly they could joke around when the work was done, but there was the safety of the group to maintain. He couldn't let his guard down for a moment when the risk of being caught was so high, when the consequences for being caught could be so fatal. Perhaps he was emboldened by the knowledge that most soldiers would be busy in their cups or preparing to leave, anyone who might be looking for him had other things on their minds.
He glanced up to the sky, following her gaze and wondering if she'd seen something or if she was simply offering a silent prayer to one of her gods. The way she leaned into him as she met his eyes once more though was a far more interesting course of study, and after reassuring himself there was no impending danger from the sky he allowed himself to sink into the depth of her eyes for a moment. From the first time he'd seen her, he'd found her interesting, pretty but not so stunningly eye catching as some. It was when she kept coming back, that he could see little quirks and things about her that drew his attention, that made her all the more beautiful.
"I wouldn't want to intrude, but perhaps if you need someone about to keep you from running into anything else, I could offer my services."
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Why hadn't he been expecting her to reach out and touch him as well? Why was it so surprising that it felt as if he had been shocked by a bolt from the sky when her fingers brushed against skin that had always been so closely covered when they had met before. He wanted to ask her where her mind had been, see if it had been on him, but that was foolish. This whole thing was foolish and he ought to just walk on. He'd seen her now, seen that she was alright and there was nothing amiss, just his presence gone from her shop. She probably didn't even miss him. Still...in the darkness, what was to stop him from being himself. As long as no one saw, it wasn't likely he would be identified from this one instance.
"Not at all. Whatever occupies your thoughts must be well worthwhile."
Nahash gave a rare smile to show that for once he was not joking or speaking in code. Not that she would have any knowledge of that. Even around his band of brothers and sisters he had to be the leader, certainly they could joke around when the work was done, but there was the safety of the group to maintain. He couldn't let his guard down for a moment when the risk of being caught was so high, when the consequences for being caught could be so fatal. Perhaps he was emboldened by the knowledge that most soldiers would be busy in their cups or preparing to leave, anyone who might be looking for him had other things on their minds.
He glanced up to the sky, following her gaze and wondering if she'd seen something or if she was simply offering a silent prayer to one of her gods. The way she leaned into him as she met his eyes once more though was a far more interesting course of study, and after reassuring himself there was no impending danger from the sky he allowed himself to sink into the depth of her eyes for a moment. From the first time he'd seen her, he'd found her interesting, pretty but not so stunningly eye catching as some. It was when she kept coming back, that he could see little quirks and things about her that drew his attention, that made her all the more beautiful.
"I wouldn't want to intrude, but perhaps if you need someone about to keep you from running into anything else, I could offer my services."
Why hadn't he been expecting her to reach out and touch him as well? Why was it so surprising that it felt as if he had been shocked by a bolt from the sky when her fingers brushed against skin that had always been so closely covered when they had met before. He wanted to ask her where her mind had been, see if it had been on him, but that was foolish. This whole thing was foolish and he ought to just walk on. He'd seen her now, seen that she was alright and there was nothing amiss, just his presence gone from her shop. She probably didn't even miss him. Still...in the darkness, what was to stop him from being himself. As long as no one saw, it wasn't likely he would be identified from this one instance.
"Not at all. Whatever occupies your thoughts must be well worthwhile."
Nahash gave a rare smile to show that for once he was not joking or speaking in code. Not that she would have any knowledge of that. Even around his band of brothers and sisters he had to be the leader, certainly they could joke around when the work was done, but there was the safety of the group to maintain. He couldn't let his guard down for a moment when the risk of being caught was so high, when the consequences for being caught could be so fatal. Perhaps he was emboldened by the knowledge that most soldiers would be busy in their cups or preparing to leave, anyone who might be looking for him had other things on their minds.
He glanced up to the sky, following her gaze and wondering if she'd seen something or if she was simply offering a silent prayer to one of her gods. The way she leaned into him as she met his eyes once more though was a far more interesting course of study, and after reassuring himself there was no impending danger from the sky he allowed himself to sink into the depth of her eyes for a moment. From the first time he'd seen her, he'd found her interesting, pretty but not so stunningly eye catching as some. It was when she kept coming back, that he could see little quirks and things about her that drew his attention, that made her all the more beautiful.
"I wouldn't want to intrude, but perhaps if you need someone about to keep you from running into anything else, I could offer my services."
It was such an innocent touch, her hands only lightly brushing his arms, lingering for perhaps a moment or two. Yet it set her whole body afire and set her heart to racing. As her arms fell back to her sides, she found herself still giddy from that small contact. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever known, and already she craved more.
Myrrine swallowed hard at his assurance, even as his smile dazzled her. It should be criminal to look as he did, she thought fleetingly. Why was she so distracted by his looks anyway? It wasn’t the sort of thing she typically dwelled upon when meeting people. Her mouth went dry as she debated how much to share. Somehow, she wanted desperately to impress this man, yet she couldn’t deny the direction of her thoughts.
“Just worried for a friend,” she began tentatively. Friend sounded better than man she barely knew after all. Besides, their last conversation had proven there was the beginnings of friendship between them. Or perhaps she was simply that desperate for connection beyond the youths she cared for.
“I haven’t seen him in some time now, I fear I scared him off with my foolishness. But that hardly matters. I care not for the sake of my own feelings, I just pray no harm has befallen him. So long as he is safe and well, that is all that matters.” Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes which betrayed the regret and melancholy she felt when thinking of the beggar. And deeper still was a seed of concern that her honesty would not also chase off the man that stood before her now.
She flushed deeply, suddenly thankful for the darkness which would hopefully hide that fact, as he requested to accompany her. She caught herself leaning closer still, as though she needed that proximity to breathe. Even as it set the fluttering feeling in her stomach to a greater intensity.
“No intrusion at all. I think that sounds lovely. Thank you.” She forced herself to straighten, holding his gaze all the while as she offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Myrrine.”
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It was such an innocent touch, her hands only lightly brushing his arms, lingering for perhaps a moment or two. Yet it set her whole body afire and set her heart to racing. As her arms fell back to her sides, she found herself still giddy from that small contact. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever known, and already she craved more.
Myrrine swallowed hard at his assurance, even as his smile dazzled her. It should be criminal to look as he did, she thought fleetingly. Why was she so distracted by his looks anyway? It wasn’t the sort of thing she typically dwelled upon when meeting people. Her mouth went dry as she debated how much to share. Somehow, she wanted desperately to impress this man, yet she couldn’t deny the direction of her thoughts.
“Just worried for a friend,” she began tentatively. Friend sounded better than man she barely knew after all. Besides, their last conversation had proven there was the beginnings of friendship between them. Or perhaps she was simply that desperate for connection beyond the youths she cared for.
“I haven’t seen him in some time now, I fear I scared him off with my foolishness. But that hardly matters. I care not for the sake of my own feelings, I just pray no harm has befallen him. So long as he is safe and well, that is all that matters.” Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes which betrayed the regret and melancholy she felt when thinking of the beggar. And deeper still was a seed of concern that her honesty would not also chase off the man that stood before her now.
She flushed deeply, suddenly thankful for the darkness which would hopefully hide that fact, as he requested to accompany her. She caught herself leaning closer still, as though she needed that proximity to breathe. Even as it set the fluttering feeling in her stomach to a greater intensity.
“No intrusion at all. I think that sounds lovely. Thank you.” She forced herself to straighten, holding his gaze all the while as she offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Myrrine.”
It was such an innocent touch, her hands only lightly brushing his arms, lingering for perhaps a moment or two. Yet it set her whole body afire and set her heart to racing. As her arms fell back to her sides, she found herself still giddy from that small contact. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever known, and already she craved more.
Myrrine swallowed hard at his assurance, even as his smile dazzled her. It should be criminal to look as he did, she thought fleetingly. Why was she so distracted by his looks anyway? It wasn’t the sort of thing she typically dwelled upon when meeting people. Her mouth went dry as she debated how much to share. Somehow, she wanted desperately to impress this man, yet she couldn’t deny the direction of her thoughts.
“Just worried for a friend,” she began tentatively. Friend sounded better than man she barely knew after all. Besides, their last conversation had proven there was the beginnings of friendship between them. Or perhaps she was simply that desperate for connection beyond the youths she cared for.
“I haven’t seen him in some time now, I fear I scared him off with my foolishness. But that hardly matters. I care not for the sake of my own feelings, I just pray no harm has befallen him. So long as he is safe and well, that is all that matters.” Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes which betrayed the regret and melancholy she felt when thinking of the beggar. And deeper still was a seed of concern that her honesty would not also chase off the man that stood before her now.
She flushed deeply, suddenly thankful for the darkness which would hopefully hide that fact, as he requested to accompany her. She caught herself leaning closer still, as though she needed that proximity to breathe. Even as it set the fluttering feeling in her stomach to a greater intensity.
“No intrusion at all. I think that sounds lovely. Thank you.” She forced herself to straighten, holding his gaze all the while as she offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Myrrine.”
Nahash nodded as she began her explanation, worry for a friend was certainly a reasonable excuse for a lack of focus, and she did have this odd need to care for everyone. Even lowly beggars who posted up against the wall of her home and business and barely spoke to her. It was only when she began to go into the detail of why she was worried for this friend that it dawned on him. She was talking about him, about who he had been in disguise. But no, surely it couldn't be. Except he was nearly positive it was, he hadn't been scared off by her foolishness, only wary that she was getting too close.
Trying to keep his expression solemn, one of shared worry instead of the odd glee he felt within, that she'd noticed his absence and missed him, the thief gave a nod of sympathy. "The impending war has made changes to daily lives. Perhaps he is simply preparing for those changes." Best if he didn't infer he knew that her beggar would not have anything to prepare for, no soldiers to train with or sell wares to. Instead he gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile that widened as she accepted his offer to walk with her.
He was playing a dangerous game, spending time with her when he already knew she could get attached, and he feared nothing greater than finding any sort of attachment that could make him weak. Aside from the loss of his brother. The offer of her hand as introduction felt as if it held a greater significance, it was the first time he'd heard her name, and now he had to give one in return. Truth, or lie it had to be something he could remember easily, and in that moment he knew what he had to say.
"Hashe. The pleasure is mine, mistress Myrrine." His mother's old nickname for him felt strange on his tongue. He hadn't thought about it in a long time, but now presented with this moment it felt right to have her use the same. It was close enough to his true name that none of it felt like a lie, but distant enough that if she was asked, it would be unlikely anyone could trace him through it.
"Now, where are we headed?"
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Nahash nodded as she began her explanation, worry for a friend was certainly a reasonable excuse for a lack of focus, and she did have this odd need to care for everyone. Even lowly beggars who posted up against the wall of her home and business and barely spoke to her. It was only when she began to go into the detail of why she was worried for this friend that it dawned on him. She was talking about him, about who he had been in disguise. But no, surely it couldn't be. Except he was nearly positive it was, he hadn't been scared off by her foolishness, only wary that she was getting too close.
Trying to keep his expression solemn, one of shared worry instead of the odd glee he felt within, that she'd noticed his absence and missed him, the thief gave a nod of sympathy. "The impending war has made changes to daily lives. Perhaps he is simply preparing for those changes." Best if he didn't infer he knew that her beggar would not have anything to prepare for, no soldiers to train with or sell wares to. Instead he gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile that widened as she accepted his offer to walk with her.
He was playing a dangerous game, spending time with her when he already knew she could get attached, and he feared nothing greater than finding any sort of attachment that could make him weak. Aside from the loss of his brother. The offer of her hand as introduction felt as if it held a greater significance, it was the first time he'd heard her name, and now he had to give one in return. Truth, or lie it had to be something he could remember easily, and in that moment he knew what he had to say.
"Hashe. The pleasure is mine, mistress Myrrine." His mother's old nickname for him felt strange on his tongue. He hadn't thought about it in a long time, but now presented with this moment it felt right to have her use the same. It was close enough to his true name that none of it felt like a lie, but distant enough that if she was asked, it would be unlikely anyone could trace him through it.
"Now, where are we headed?"
Nahash nodded as she began her explanation, worry for a friend was certainly a reasonable excuse for a lack of focus, and she did have this odd need to care for everyone. Even lowly beggars who posted up against the wall of her home and business and barely spoke to her. It was only when she began to go into the detail of why she was worried for this friend that it dawned on him. She was talking about him, about who he had been in disguise. But no, surely it couldn't be. Except he was nearly positive it was, he hadn't been scared off by her foolishness, only wary that she was getting too close.
Trying to keep his expression solemn, one of shared worry instead of the odd glee he felt within, that she'd noticed his absence and missed him, the thief gave a nod of sympathy. "The impending war has made changes to daily lives. Perhaps he is simply preparing for those changes." Best if he didn't infer he knew that her beggar would not have anything to prepare for, no soldiers to train with or sell wares to. Instead he gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile that widened as she accepted his offer to walk with her.
He was playing a dangerous game, spending time with her when he already knew she could get attached, and he feared nothing greater than finding any sort of attachment that could make him weak. Aside from the loss of his brother. The offer of her hand as introduction felt as if it held a greater significance, it was the first time he'd heard her name, and now he had to give one in return. Truth, or lie it had to be something he could remember easily, and in that moment he knew what he had to say.
"Hashe. The pleasure is mine, mistress Myrrine." His mother's old nickname for him felt strange on his tongue. He hadn't thought about it in a long time, but now presented with this moment it felt right to have her use the same. It was close enough to his true name that none of it felt like a lie, but distant enough that if she was asked, it would be unlikely anyone could trace him through it.
"Now, where are we headed?"
She tried to smile as the stranger attempted to console her, but his words brought her no comfort. Of course she knew that the mysterious beggar would not need to make preparations for war. But she couldn’t explain that to him. Instead she focused on the sentiment behind his words. He had meant well, tried to ease her mind. It was a kindness - one that she couldn’t disregard.
“That would be a great relief. From your lips to the Gods’ ears.” She chose her words carefully, avoiding any lies.She couldn’t explain it, but she knew she would regret it if she lied to this man, and she didn’t want to. Nor did she want to pretend her concern had simply evaporated.
Yet she had been worrying for days now to no end. He had vanished. She had to accept that. If nothing else, she had to allow her to enjoy this moment. She had never met anyone who quickened her pulse quite like this man, who made her want to know him just with a smile. She wasn’t the sort of woman who drew attention, especially not from men as handsome as him. She needed to relish this opportunity, however fleeting it may be.
Her smile grew warm and wider as he offered his name. Just hearing it sent a shock, like a bolt of lightning, through her body. She didn’t know what it was about him that affected her so, but she didn’t want it to stop, no matter how strange it all seemed.
Myrrine nodded in the direction she had been heading before their meeting. “My family’s home is ahead a little ways. Near the merchant shops.”
A small mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “But first, Hashe, I must make a request of you before we can continue.” She leaned closer, wide brown eyes looking up at him as she spoke in a hushed tone. “You see, I was always taught not to walk down dark alleys with strangers. Perhaps you could tell me something about yourself, just so we aren’t strangers any longer.” She gave a small teasing shrug, hoping he’d play along. She was afraid to pry after what had happened with the beggar man, but she couldn’t deny the desire to know Hashe. She tentatively reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the skin of his arm, feeling that rush of giddiness once more from the simple touch.
“In the interest of fairness, I’ll answer any question you like in return.”
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She tried to smile as the stranger attempted to console her, but his words brought her no comfort. Of course she knew that the mysterious beggar would not need to make preparations for war. But she couldn’t explain that to him. Instead she focused on the sentiment behind his words. He had meant well, tried to ease her mind. It was a kindness - one that she couldn’t disregard.
“That would be a great relief. From your lips to the Gods’ ears.” She chose her words carefully, avoiding any lies.She couldn’t explain it, but she knew she would regret it if she lied to this man, and she didn’t want to. Nor did she want to pretend her concern had simply evaporated.
Yet she had been worrying for days now to no end. He had vanished. She had to accept that. If nothing else, she had to allow her to enjoy this moment. She had never met anyone who quickened her pulse quite like this man, who made her want to know him just with a smile. She wasn’t the sort of woman who drew attention, especially not from men as handsome as him. She needed to relish this opportunity, however fleeting it may be.
Her smile grew warm and wider as he offered his name. Just hearing it sent a shock, like a bolt of lightning, through her body. She didn’t know what it was about him that affected her so, but she didn’t want it to stop, no matter how strange it all seemed.
Myrrine nodded in the direction she had been heading before their meeting. “My family’s home is ahead a little ways. Near the merchant shops.”
A small mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “But first, Hashe, I must make a request of you before we can continue.” She leaned closer, wide brown eyes looking up at him as she spoke in a hushed tone. “You see, I was always taught not to walk down dark alleys with strangers. Perhaps you could tell me something about yourself, just so we aren’t strangers any longer.” She gave a small teasing shrug, hoping he’d play along. She was afraid to pry after what had happened with the beggar man, but she couldn’t deny the desire to know Hashe. She tentatively reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the skin of his arm, feeling that rush of giddiness once more from the simple touch.
“In the interest of fairness, I’ll answer any question you like in return.”
She tried to smile as the stranger attempted to console her, but his words brought her no comfort. Of course she knew that the mysterious beggar would not need to make preparations for war. But she couldn’t explain that to him. Instead she focused on the sentiment behind his words. He had meant well, tried to ease her mind. It was a kindness - one that she couldn’t disregard.
“That would be a great relief. From your lips to the Gods’ ears.” She chose her words carefully, avoiding any lies.She couldn’t explain it, but she knew she would regret it if she lied to this man, and she didn’t want to. Nor did she want to pretend her concern had simply evaporated.
Yet she had been worrying for days now to no end. He had vanished. She had to accept that. If nothing else, she had to allow her to enjoy this moment. She had never met anyone who quickened her pulse quite like this man, who made her want to know him just with a smile. She wasn’t the sort of woman who drew attention, especially not from men as handsome as him. She needed to relish this opportunity, however fleeting it may be.
Her smile grew warm and wider as he offered his name. Just hearing it sent a shock, like a bolt of lightning, through her body. She didn’t know what it was about him that affected her so, but she didn’t want it to stop, no matter how strange it all seemed.
Myrrine nodded in the direction she had been heading before their meeting. “My family’s home is ahead a little ways. Near the merchant shops.”
A small mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “But first, Hashe, I must make a request of you before we can continue.” She leaned closer, wide brown eyes looking up at him as she spoke in a hushed tone. “You see, I was always taught not to walk down dark alleys with strangers. Perhaps you could tell me something about yourself, just so we aren’t strangers any longer.” She gave a small teasing shrug, hoping he’d play along. She was afraid to pry after what had happened with the beggar man, but she couldn’t deny the desire to know Hashe. She tentatively reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the skin of his arm, feeling that rush of giddiness once more from the simple touch.
“In the interest of fairness, I’ll answer any question you like in return.”
Giving a smile as he nodded, glad for any little bit of relief he could bring her without offering up any details. Even if she was humoring him with the thought, as she knew full well a beggar had little to prepare for in cases of war. If he could take her mind off of it perhaps she could dwell on something else and not worry about his alter-ego. Happy to let that topic fall aside, he glanced down the street ahead of them as if assessing how long the walk might take, though he thought he knew well enough how to get back to the shop from here, he had to behave as if he had no idea.
The way she slid close to him though, the quirk of humor on her lips, it was far more charming than she had any right to be, and he couldn't help the chuckle as she proclaimed in order to walk with him they had to be no longer strangers. Wondering what little bit he could offer to satisfy her curiosity and allow them to move forward, he made a show of pondering, tapping a finger to his chin before making his choice as she touched his arm and offered up a morsel of her own.
"That is the wisest way to go about things. Let us become friends then." His hand found hers as it brushed along his arm, tracing a pattern along the soft skin of her wrist. Why was she so irresistible? He'd found her attractive before but now, able to be himself with the cover of darkness and anonymity, if she was as eager as him to further this contact there was no rule that said he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity. He didn't have to fall in love.
"I'm not from around here." That much was obvious given his looks. "But I already find Colchis charming. I travel for my living, and I've seen the pyramids of Egypt." All true, without giving anything away. Nahash smiled and wrapped her arm through his to escort her properly. "And what should I know about my dear friend Myrrine?"
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Giving a smile as he nodded, glad for any little bit of relief he could bring her without offering up any details. Even if she was humoring him with the thought, as she knew full well a beggar had little to prepare for in cases of war. If he could take her mind off of it perhaps she could dwell on something else and not worry about his alter-ego. Happy to let that topic fall aside, he glanced down the street ahead of them as if assessing how long the walk might take, though he thought he knew well enough how to get back to the shop from here, he had to behave as if he had no idea.
The way she slid close to him though, the quirk of humor on her lips, it was far more charming than she had any right to be, and he couldn't help the chuckle as she proclaimed in order to walk with him they had to be no longer strangers. Wondering what little bit he could offer to satisfy her curiosity and allow them to move forward, he made a show of pondering, tapping a finger to his chin before making his choice as she touched his arm and offered up a morsel of her own.
"That is the wisest way to go about things. Let us become friends then." His hand found hers as it brushed along his arm, tracing a pattern along the soft skin of her wrist. Why was she so irresistible? He'd found her attractive before but now, able to be himself with the cover of darkness and anonymity, if she was as eager as him to further this contact there was no rule that said he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity. He didn't have to fall in love.
"I'm not from around here." That much was obvious given his looks. "But I already find Colchis charming. I travel for my living, and I've seen the pyramids of Egypt." All true, without giving anything away. Nahash smiled and wrapped her arm through his to escort her properly. "And what should I know about my dear friend Myrrine?"
Giving a smile as he nodded, glad for any little bit of relief he could bring her without offering up any details. Even if she was humoring him with the thought, as she knew full well a beggar had little to prepare for in cases of war. If he could take her mind off of it perhaps she could dwell on something else and not worry about his alter-ego. Happy to let that topic fall aside, he glanced down the street ahead of them as if assessing how long the walk might take, though he thought he knew well enough how to get back to the shop from here, he had to behave as if he had no idea.
The way she slid close to him though, the quirk of humor on her lips, it was far more charming than she had any right to be, and he couldn't help the chuckle as she proclaimed in order to walk with him they had to be no longer strangers. Wondering what little bit he could offer to satisfy her curiosity and allow them to move forward, he made a show of pondering, tapping a finger to his chin before making his choice as she touched his arm and offered up a morsel of her own.
"That is the wisest way to go about things. Let us become friends then." His hand found hers as it brushed along his arm, tracing a pattern along the soft skin of her wrist. Why was she so irresistible? He'd found her attractive before but now, able to be himself with the cover of darkness and anonymity, if she was as eager as him to further this contact there was no rule that said he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity. He didn't have to fall in love.
"I'm not from around here." That much was obvious given his looks. "But I already find Colchis charming. I travel for my living, and I've seen the pyramids of Egypt." All true, without giving anything away. Nahash smiled and wrapped her arm through his to escort her properly. "And what should I know about my dear friend Myrrine?"
Myrrine exhaled a soft sigh as he made a show of considering her question, her body relaxing with relief. Had he wanted to refuse, there would be no teasing involved. If he was willing to play along, then maybe he felt even a fraction of the same pull that she did, or at least a sliver of interest. Her heart soared as he agreed, yet somehow the word friends felt different coming from his lips.
It was fortunate then that he truly took time to give his answer, for as his hand found hers and began tracing patterns on the tender skin of her wrist, her mind ceased to function. Instead, she felt consumed by that one touch, the way his fingers lingered against her skin.
Only when he spoke did she realized she had closed her eyes as she swooned beneath his touch. She blinked her eyes rapidly, forcing herself to focus on his words. She was prepared to protest as he stated that he wasn’t a local - a fact that was essentially written on her face. Fortunately he continued, offering several interesting facts. Secretly she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would be a tiny part of the reason he found her homeland charming.
Her eyes locked on his, she studied him for a moment, wondering what to tell him that might be both true and interesting. It was mostly the latter she was struggling with. Finally, she decided on her course of action. She licked her lips, finding her mouth suddenly far too dry, but pressing forward before she could lose her nerve.
Myrrine didn’t dare pull away from him - instead she took a half step forward, closing the little distance remaining between them. There was scarcely an inch of space between them now, and her hand remained in his hand. Her gaze was unyielding all the while.
“I have quite the large family, large enough that sometimes I get lost in the bustle.” She paused, stopping the words that nearly came next, wanting for once to not be the young girl with a gaggle of children to care for. That wasn’t how she wanted him to see her. Not at all. She slowly slid her opposite hand up his other arm as she continued to speak. “Colchis is the only place I’ve ever called home, but I dream of seeing the world someday.” An admission she had never dared speak aloud to anyone.
Her fingertips moved from his shoulder along his collarbone, pausing at the hollow of his throat before slowly tracing a line down his chest. She didn’t know how he inspired this boldness within her, but she wasn’t about to question it now. She let her hand fall back to her side then, still staring him in the eye.
“Does that satisfy you?”
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Myrrine exhaled a soft sigh as he made a show of considering her question, her body relaxing with relief. Had he wanted to refuse, there would be no teasing involved. If he was willing to play along, then maybe he felt even a fraction of the same pull that she did, or at least a sliver of interest. Her heart soared as he agreed, yet somehow the word friends felt different coming from his lips.
It was fortunate then that he truly took time to give his answer, for as his hand found hers and began tracing patterns on the tender skin of her wrist, her mind ceased to function. Instead, she felt consumed by that one touch, the way his fingers lingered against her skin.
Only when he spoke did she realized she had closed her eyes as she swooned beneath his touch. She blinked her eyes rapidly, forcing herself to focus on his words. She was prepared to protest as he stated that he wasn’t a local - a fact that was essentially written on her face. Fortunately he continued, offering several interesting facts. Secretly she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would be a tiny part of the reason he found her homeland charming.
Her eyes locked on his, she studied him for a moment, wondering what to tell him that might be both true and interesting. It was mostly the latter she was struggling with. Finally, she decided on her course of action. She licked her lips, finding her mouth suddenly far too dry, but pressing forward before she could lose her nerve.
Myrrine didn’t dare pull away from him - instead she took a half step forward, closing the little distance remaining between them. There was scarcely an inch of space between them now, and her hand remained in his hand. Her gaze was unyielding all the while.
“I have quite the large family, large enough that sometimes I get lost in the bustle.” She paused, stopping the words that nearly came next, wanting for once to not be the young girl with a gaggle of children to care for. That wasn’t how she wanted him to see her. Not at all. She slowly slid her opposite hand up his other arm as she continued to speak. “Colchis is the only place I’ve ever called home, but I dream of seeing the world someday.” An admission she had never dared speak aloud to anyone.
Her fingertips moved from his shoulder along his collarbone, pausing at the hollow of his throat before slowly tracing a line down his chest. She didn’t know how he inspired this boldness within her, but she wasn’t about to question it now. She let her hand fall back to her side then, still staring him in the eye.
“Does that satisfy you?”
Myrrine exhaled a soft sigh as he made a show of considering her question, her body relaxing with relief. Had he wanted to refuse, there would be no teasing involved. If he was willing to play along, then maybe he felt even a fraction of the same pull that she did, or at least a sliver of interest. Her heart soared as he agreed, yet somehow the word friends felt different coming from his lips.
It was fortunate then that he truly took time to give his answer, for as his hand found hers and began tracing patterns on the tender skin of her wrist, her mind ceased to function. Instead, she felt consumed by that one touch, the way his fingers lingered against her skin.
Only when he spoke did she realized she had closed her eyes as she swooned beneath his touch. She blinked her eyes rapidly, forcing herself to focus on his words. She was prepared to protest as he stated that he wasn’t a local - a fact that was essentially written on her face. Fortunately he continued, offering several interesting facts. Secretly she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would be a tiny part of the reason he found her homeland charming.
Her eyes locked on his, she studied him for a moment, wondering what to tell him that might be both true and interesting. It was mostly the latter she was struggling with. Finally, she decided on her course of action. She licked her lips, finding her mouth suddenly far too dry, but pressing forward before she could lose her nerve.
Myrrine didn’t dare pull away from him - instead she took a half step forward, closing the little distance remaining between them. There was scarcely an inch of space between them now, and her hand remained in his hand. Her gaze was unyielding all the while.
“I have quite the large family, large enough that sometimes I get lost in the bustle.” She paused, stopping the words that nearly came next, wanting for once to not be the young girl with a gaggle of children to care for. That wasn’t how she wanted him to see her. Not at all. She slowly slid her opposite hand up his other arm as she continued to speak. “Colchis is the only place I’ve ever called home, but I dream of seeing the world someday.” An admission she had never dared speak aloud to anyone.
Her fingertips moved from his shoulder along his collarbone, pausing at the hollow of his throat before slowly tracing a line down his chest. She didn’t know how he inspired this boldness within her, but she wasn’t about to question it now. She let her hand fall back to her side then, still staring him in the eye.
“Does that satisfy you?”
If anyone had told him that his evening walk would culminate in a moment like this, with Myrrine not only seemingly eager to speak to him but dare he think she found him handsome as well, he might have told them they were fools and scoffed. Indeed he wondered as she closed the gap between them if he had somehow stumbled into some of the opium smoke that came from some of the less reputable establishments in town and this was some sort of high induced haze. Certainly he couldn't be drunk, he'd never had alcohol in his life, a lingering practice of the religion he had been raised in before it all felt pointless. At least it usually kept his head clear.
She was so much bolder than he had anticipated from the times he'd met her before, this was certainly a side of her he had never thought to see, though he found himself eager for more of it. Nahash never pulled his gaze from hers as the hand that was not held in his own slid up his arm, only listening intently for any sign of an impending attack. If somehow the guards of the city had found his connection to her and were attempting to use her to catch him he could not allow himself to fall into it. Security was only guaranteed so far while they were out in the open. And the more she spoke and touched him the more he wished they were alone elsewhere.
The bit about her family was something he knew well enough, having seen all of the children running about at one time or another, but the news that she longed for adventure, that was something new. He could show her the world if she was ever willing to leave the comfortable life she led, but he could never imagine bringing her into his world. It would be too dangerous for someone like her, it was dangerous enough for those who had grown up having to fight for survival like the rest of the Sariqas. No that would have to be his own private consideration.
"I think, Myrrine...that I am far from satisfied where you are concerned." Nahash grinned as her hand traced along his chest and collarbone, tensely still as he allowed her what he had not allowed another to do as her fingertips brushed close to his throat. If he inspired boldness in her, she inspired some sort of restraint in him. When her hand fell away he swallowed, trying to hide the disappointment before closing the space between them even further. "Do you often stand in dark alleys with men who are becoming friends? Or should I take you home before our..friendship..grows too close?"
In the same way she had touched him his free hand lifted, fingertip brushing gently along the line of her cheekbone and over her lips before settling at her chin. If she'd been anyone else behaving like this, anyone he had no prior knowledge of, he'd have simply drawn her into the further darkness and partaken in a shared moment of pleasure. But he did know her, and he knew she was not some low class girl looking to forget with a handsome stranger. No, it wouldn't do to take liberties with her now.
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If anyone had told him that his evening walk would culminate in a moment like this, with Myrrine not only seemingly eager to speak to him but dare he think she found him handsome as well, he might have told them they were fools and scoffed. Indeed he wondered as she closed the gap between them if he had somehow stumbled into some of the opium smoke that came from some of the less reputable establishments in town and this was some sort of high induced haze. Certainly he couldn't be drunk, he'd never had alcohol in his life, a lingering practice of the religion he had been raised in before it all felt pointless. At least it usually kept his head clear.
She was so much bolder than he had anticipated from the times he'd met her before, this was certainly a side of her he had never thought to see, though he found himself eager for more of it. Nahash never pulled his gaze from hers as the hand that was not held in his own slid up his arm, only listening intently for any sign of an impending attack. If somehow the guards of the city had found his connection to her and were attempting to use her to catch him he could not allow himself to fall into it. Security was only guaranteed so far while they were out in the open. And the more she spoke and touched him the more he wished they were alone elsewhere.
The bit about her family was something he knew well enough, having seen all of the children running about at one time or another, but the news that she longed for adventure, that was something new. He could show her the world if she was ever willing to leave the comfortable life she led, but he could never imagine bringing her into his world. It would be too dangerous for someone like her, it was dangerous enough for those who had grown up having to fight for survival like the rest of the Sariqas. No that would have to be his own private consideration.
"I think, Myrrine...that I am far from satisfied where you are concerned." Nahash grinned as her hand traced along his chest and collarbone, tensely still as he allowed her what he had not allowed another to do as her fingertips brushed close to his throat. If he inspired boldness in her, she inspired some sort of restraint in him. When her hand fell away he swallowed, trying to hide the disappointment before closing the space between them even further. "Do you often stand in dark alleys with men who are becoming friends? Or should I take you home before our..friendship..grows too close?"
In the same way she had touched him his free hand lifted, fingertip brushing gently along the line of her cheekbone and over her lips before settling at her chin. If she'd been anyone else behaving like this, anyone he had no prior knowledge of, he'd have simply drawn her into the further darkness and partaken in a shared moment of pleasure. But he did know her, and he knew she was not some low class girl looking to forget with a handsome stranger. No, it wouldn't do to take liberties with her now.
If anyone had told him that his evening walk would culminate in a moment like this, with Myrrine not only seemingly eager to speak to him but dare he think she found him handsome as well, he might have told them they were fools and scoffed. Indeed he wondered as she closed the gap between them if he had somehow stumbled into some of the opium smoke that came from some of the less reputable establishments in town and this was some sort of high induced haze. Certainly he couldn't be drunk, he'd never had alcohol in his life, a lingering practice of the religion he had been raised in before it all felt pointless. At least it usually kept his head clear.
She was so much bolder than he had anticipated from the times he'd met her before, this was certainly a side of her he had never thought to see, though he found himself eager for more of it. Nahash never pulled his gaze from hers as the hand that was not held in his own slid up his arm, only listening intently for any sign of an impending attack. If somehow the guards of the city had found his connection to her and were attempting to use her to catch him he could not allow himself to fall into it. Security was only guaranteed so far while they were out in the open. And the more she spoke and touched him the more he wished they were alone elsewhere.
The bit about her family was something he knew well enough, having seen all of the children running about at one time or another, but the news that she longed for adventure, that was something new. He could show her the world if she was ever willing to leave the comfortable life she led, but he could never imagine bringing her into his world. It would be too dangerous for someone like her, it was dangerous enough for those who had grown up having to fight for survival like the rest of the Sariqas. No that would have to be his own private consideration.
"I think, Myrrine...that I am far from satisfied where you are concerned." Nahash grinned as her hand traced along his chest and collarbone, tensely still as he allowed her what he had not allowed another to do as her fingertips brushed close to his throat. If he inspired boldness in her, she inspired some sort of restraint in him. When her hand fell away he swallowed, trying to hide the disappointment before closing the space between them even further. "Do you often stand in dark alleys with men who are becoming friends? Or should I take you home before our..friendship..grows too close?"
In the same way she had touched him his free hand lifted, fingertip brushing gently along the line of her cheekbone and over her lips before settling at her chin. If she'd been anyone else behaving like this, anyone he had no prior knowledge of, he'd have simply drawn her into the further darkness and partaken in a shared moment of pleasure. But he did know her, and he knew she was not some low class girl looking to forget with a handsome stranger. No, it wouldn't do to take liberties with her now.
This was so unlike her. She had scarcely ever kissed anyone before, and now here she was getting all too close to a near-stranger. Most of all though, she knew she should be panicking, wanting to step back into the light, put a proper distance between them. She knew all the reasons she should step away, every practicality of her situation. Yet she couldn’t even think of pulling away from him. Truth be told, if anything, all she could find it in herself to want was to be closer still to him.
Her heart was racing as it never had before, yet she didn’t stop, didn’t let herself think too heavily on the implications. In this moment, she would allow herself to be free. Free of all the expectations and duty she constantly shouldered. She wasn’t sure she had ever even glimpsed such a feeling before, yet with Hashe, it was within her grasp. Myrrine wanted to cling to it, hold that feeling as long as she could.
His answer delighted her, even as that grin stole her breath away. She could feel her face warming with a crimson blush. Yet she continued unabashedly. “Whatever can I do? I’d hate to prove a disappointment,” she murmured in reply. It only deepened further as he pressed closer to her, making her gasp softly in surprise.
She slowly shook her head, whispering in reply, “Never.” Her breath caught in her throat as his finger moved along her cheek, lips parting instinctively as she lifted her chin towards him. For a long moment, she simply stared at him, fighting to remember how to breathe, let alone find the words to answer him. When he touched her, she wanted only to melt into him and linger as long as he would allow her.
Finally she swallowed hard, her teeth dragging across her lower lip as she stared up at him. She made no move to break any of the contact between them, relishing every spot where her body touched his. When she spoke at last, her voice was soft and breathless.
“But I find that I am in no rush if you aren’t, Hashe.”
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This was so unlike her. She had scarcely ever kissed anyone before, and now here she was getting all too close to a near-stranger. Most of all though, she knew she should be panicking, wanting to step back into the light, put a proper distance between them. She knew all the reasons she should step away, every practicality of her situation. Yet she couldn’t even think of pulling away from him. Truth be told, if anything, all she could find it in herself to want was to be closer still to him.
Her heart was racing as it never had before, yet she didn’t stop, didn’t let herself think too heavily on the implications. In this moment, she would allow herself to be free. Free of all the expectations and duty she constantly shouldered. She wasn’t sure she had ever even glimpsed such a feeling before, yet with Hashe, it was within her grasp. Myrrine wanted to cling to it, hold that feeling as long as she could.
His answer delighted her, even as that grin stole her breath away. She could feel her face warming with a crimson blush. Yet she continued unabashedly. “Whatever can I do? I’d hate to prove a disappointment,” she murmured in reply. It only deepened further as he pressed closer to her, making her gasp softly in surprise.
She slowly shook her head, whispering in reply, “Never.” Her breath caught in her throat as his finger moved along her cheek, lips parting instinctively as she lifted her chin towards him. For a long moment, she simply stared at him, fighting to remember how to breathe, let alone find the words to answer him. When he touched her, she wanted only to melt into him and linger as long as he would allow her.
Finally she swallowed hard, her teeth dragging across her lower lip as she stared up at him. She made no move to break any of the contact between them, relishing every spot where her body touched his. When she spoke at last, her voice was soft and breathless.
“But I find that I am in no rush if you aren’t, Hashe.”
This was so unlike her. She had scarcely ever kissed anyone before, and now here she was getting all too close to a near-stranger. Most of all though, she knew she should be panicking, wanting to step back into the light, put a proper distance between them. She knew all the reasons she should step away, every practicality of her situation. Yet she couldn’t even think of pulling away from him. Truth be told, if anything, all she could find it in herself to want was to be closer still to him.
Her heart was racing as it never had before, yet she didn’t stop, didn’t let herself think too heavily on the implications. In this moment, she would allow herself to be free. Free of all the expectations and duty she constantly shouldered. She wasn’t sure she had ever even glimpsed such a feeling before, yet with Hashe, it was within her grasp. Myrrine wanted to cling to it, hold that feeling as long as she could.
His answer delighted her, even as that grin stole her breath away. She could feel her face warming with a crimson blush. Yet she continued unabashedly. “Whatever can I do? I’d hate to prove a disappointment,” she murmured in reply. It only deepened further as he pressed closer to her, making her gasp softly in surprise.
She slowly shook her head, whispering in reply, “Never.” Her breath caught in her throat as his finger moved along her cheek, lips parting instinctively as she lifted her chin towards him. For a long moment, she simply stared at him, fighting to remember how to breathe, let alone find the words to answer him. When he touched her, she wanted only to melt into him and linger as long as he would allow her.
Finally she swallowed hard, her teeth dragging across her lower lip as she stared up at him. She made no move to break any of the contact between them, relishing every spot where her body touched his. When she spoke at last, her voice was soft and breathless.
“But I find that I am in no rush if you aren’t, Hashe.”
She was a temptress, and he was almost ashamed to admit how thrilled he was with this new prospect. An itch to scratch, one that could be revisited once or twice if the need arose in the remainder of his time here. It wasn't wise, and that was the only thing keeping him from closing the space between them even more here and now. Certainly she didn't seem to have any addled senses of her own, but this was not the place, not so close to a busy street where anyone could see and hear.
"Are all Colchian women so bold, Myrrine? Or am I just exceptionally lucky?"
Nahash grinned as she bit upon her lower lip, watching the motion and her reactions as his touch ran along her. This was far too easy, far too convenient. And once again it sent an alarm running along his spine. With her hand tightly in his, he looked up and around them once again, checking for any who might be watching for an attack. Finding none, there was still the urge to move, to get them away from this place where they had stood for too long in sight of anyone curious enough to take a closer look.
Without a word, he gave a gentle pull on her hand, drawing her along with him down the alley and crossing closer to the direction she had indicated her home lay. If all things were where they had been at last patrol, there would be a place that suited their needs in just a moment as they walked. He nearly passed the alcove on accident, focused instead on ensuring they weren't followed and by the touch of her hand in his. Glancing around once more with a grin, he stepped back into the space and pulled her along with him. This night was going to be far more enjoyable than he'd initially hoped.
"I find, if one is not in a rush, having somewhere comfortable to linger is always best." It wasn't exactly a palace, or anywhere traditionally comfortable, but he'd noted when he passed by in previous trips that there were several sturdy barrels and boxes stacked along this alley that would give them privacy and somewhere to linger aside from the ground. She was small enough that he could easily lift her onto one of the barrels and be of near even height, so long as she didn't protest his liberties too much.
"Tell me more of you, Myrrine."
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She was a temptress, and he was almost ashamed to admit how thrilled he was with this new prospect. An itch to scratch, one that could be revisited once or twice if the need arose in the remainder of his time here. It wasn't wise, and that was the only thing keeping him from closing the space between them even more here and now. Certainly she didn't seem to have any addled senses of her own, but this was not the place, not so close to a busy street where anyone could see and hear.
"Are all Colchian women so bold, Myrrine? Or am I just exceptionally lucky?"
Nahash grinned as she bit upon her lower lip, watching the motion and her reactions as his touch ran along her. This was far too easy, far too convenient. And once again it sent an alarm running along his spine. With her hand tightly in his, he looked up and around them once again, checking for any who might be watching for an attack. Finding none, there was still the urge to move, to get them away from this place where they had stood for too long in sight of anyone curious enough to take a closer look.
Without a word, he gave a gentle pull on her hand, drawing her along with him down the alley and crossing closer to the direction she had indicated her home lay. If all things were where they had been at last patrol, there would be a place that suited their needs in just a moment as they walked. He nearly passed the alcove on accident, focused instead on ensuring they weren't followed and by the touch of her hand in his. Glancing around once more with a grin, he stepped back into the space and pulled her along with him. This night was going to be far more enjoyable than he'd initially hoped.
"I find, if one is not in a rush, having somewhere comfortable to linger is always best." It wasn't exactly a palace, or anywhere traditionally comfortable, but he'd noted when he passed by in previous trips that there were several sturdy barrels and boxes stacked along this alley that would give them privacy and somewhere to linger aside from the ground. She was small enough that he could easily lift her onto one of the barrels and be of near even height, so long as she didn't protest his liberties too much.
"Tell me more of you, Myrrine."
She was a temptress, and he was almost ashamed to admit how thrilled he was with this new prospect. An itch to scratch, one that could be revisited once or twice if the need arose in the remainder of his time here. It wasn't wise, and that was the only thing keeping him from closing the space between them even more here and now. Certainly she didn't seem to have any addled senses of her own, but this was not the place, not so close to a busy street where anyone could see and hear.
"Are all Colchian women so bold, Myrrine? Or am I just exceptionally lucky?"
Nahash grinned as she bit upon her lower lip, watching the motion and her reactions as his touch ran along her. This was far too easy, far too convenient. And once again it sent an alarm running along his spine. With her hand tightly in his, he looked up and around them once again, checking for any who might be watching for an attack. Finding none, there was still the urge to move, to get them away from this place where they had stood for too long in sight of anyone curious enough to take a closer look.
Without a word, he gave a gentle pull on her hand, drawing her along with him down the alley and crossing closer to the direction she had indicated her home lay. If all things were where they had been at last patrol, there would be a place that suited their needs in just a moment as they walked. He nearly passed the alcove on accident, focused instead on ensuring they weren't followed and by the touch of her hand in his. Glancing around once more with a grin, he stepped back into the space and pulled her along with him. This night was going to be far more enjoyable than he'd initially hoped.
"I find, if one is not in a rush, having somewhere comfortable to linger is always best." It wasn't exactly a palace, or anywhere traditionally comfortable, but he'd noted when he passed by in previous trips that there were several sturdy barrels and boxes stacked along this alley that would give them privacy and somewhere to linger aside from the ground. She was small enough that he could easily lift her onto one of the barrels and be of near even height, so long as she didn't protest his liberties too much.
"Tell me more of you, Myrrine."
Myrrine giggled quietly at his question. He thought himself lucky for receiving her attention? It seemed impossible. She had never been the sort to inspire those sorts of feelings in men before. Though perhaps being surrounded by children had a dampening effect. Nonetheless, this was certainly the last thing she had ever expected for her night. For her life really. She’d resigned herself to living as a lonely spinster for the rest of her days.
“I don’t know that I can speak for other women. However, where I am concerned, you’re certainly the exception.”
She tilted her head as his grip on her hand suddenly tightened and he looked around, sharp eyes studying their surroundings. Had he heard something suspicious? She had been so busy hanging on his every word she could easily believe she might have missed something. She had just begun to look over her own shoulder, trying to see what had concerned him when he gently tugged her forward.
For a moment she feared he had changed his mind already as he led her towards home without a word. Still, she held tight to his hand, following him. As he pulled her into an alcove however, she began to relax. A small gasp escaped her lips as he lifted her to sit on a barrel. At first she had to marvel at the way he did so with such ease. After a moment to adjust though, another thought occurred to her.
“I like this,” she admitted softly, her eyes meeting his. She reached out, carefully pushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen forward as he lifted her, tucking it behind his ear as her hand lightly brushed his cheek “You know, my neck would have been quite sore if I’d had to keep looking up at you while we lingered,” she teased with a giggle. Sitting like this, they were nearly eye to eye - a far more comfortable position indeed.
Myrrine flushed deeply at his request, instinctively reaching out to rest her hands at his shoulders, finding the touch eased her nerves slightly. She wracked her mind, trying to think of something - anything interesting to say. “I... I don’t know what to say. I’m just an ordinary woman. I tend to my family’s shop and house... I’m certain you don’t want to hear about that.” She faltered, one hand withdrawing to touch the gold locket she wore always, wishing she could have grown up with her mother’s guidance. Maybe she would feel more prepared for this moment.
A deep breath and she began again, her voice turning almost wistful. “When I was little, sometimes I’d get to travel with my father when he went in search of new merchandise. Those are some of my favorite memories. Everything was so much easier then, and there was so much to see of the world... I wish that I had been able to go when I was older too. There was so much I had hoped to explore...”
Her eyes flitted back up to meet his. “That probably sounds silly to you, doesn’t it? I’m sure you must have seen incredible things in all your travels. Things I couldn’t even imagine.” It occurred to her, not for the first time, how much he must have experienced that she had not. She bit her lip once more, head turning downcast as she shook her head. She was messing this up already, wasn't she?
Myrrine forced herself to meet his eyes, even as she feared her insecurity was showing within her own brown depths. Still, she smiled, wanting so much to give him what he wanted. Anything to keep him looking at her like that.
“Hashe, what more would you like to know?”
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Myrrine giggled quietly at his question. He thought himself lucky for receiving her attention? It seemed impossible. She had never been the sort to inspire those sorts of feelings in men before. Though perhaps being surrounded by children had a dampening effect. Nonetheless, this was certainly the last thing she had ever expected for her night. For her life really. She’d resigned herself to living as a lonely spinster for the rest of her days.
“I don’t know that I can speak for other women. However, where I am concerned, you’re certainly the exception.”
She tilted her head as his grip on her hand suddenly tightened and he looked around, sharp eyes studying their surroundings. Had he heard something suspicious? She had been so busy hanging on his every word she could easily believe she might have missed something. She had just begun to look over her own shoulder, trying to see what had concerned him when he gently tugged her forward.
For a moment she feared he had changed his mind already as he led her towards home without a word. Still, she held tight to his hand, following him. As he pulled her into an alcove however, she began to relax. A small gasp escaped her lips as he lifted her to sit on a barrel. At first she had to marvel at the way he did so with such ease. After a moment to adjust though, another thought occurred to her.
“I like this,” she admitted softly, her eyes meeting his. She reached out, carefully pushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen forward as he lifted her, tucking it behind his ear as her hand lightly brushed his cheek “You know, my neck would have been quite sore if I’d had to keep looking up at you while we lingered,” she teased with a giggle. Sitting like this, they were nearly eye to eye - a far more comfortable position indeed.
Myrrine flushed deeply at his request, instinctively reaching out to rest her hands at his shoulders, finding the touch eased her nerves slightly. She wracked her mind, trying to think of something - anything interesting to say. “I... I don’t know what to say. I’m just an ordinary woman. I tend to my family’s shop and house... I’m certain you don’t want to hear about that.” She faltered, one hand withdrawing to touch the gold locket she wore always, wishing she could have grown up with her mother’s guidance. Maybe she would feel more prepared for this moment.
A deep breath and she began again, her voice turning almost wistful. “When I was little, sometimes I’d get to travel with my father when he went in search of new merchandise. Those are some of my favorite memories. Everything was so much easier then, and there was so much to see of the world... I wish that I had been able to go when I was older too. There was so much I had hoped to explore...”
Her eyes flitted back up to meet his. “That probably sounds silly to you, doesn’t it? I’m sure you must have seen incredible things in all your travels. Things I couldn’t even imagine.” It occurred to her, not for the first time, how much he must have experienced that she had not. She bit her lip once more, head turning downcast as she shook her head. She was messing this up already, wasn't she?
Myrrine forced herself to meet his eyes, even as she feared her insecurity was showing within her own brown depths. Still, she smiled, wanting so much to give him what he wanted. Anything to keep him looking at her like that.
“Hashe, what more would you like to know?”
Myrrine giggled quietly at his question. He thought himself lucky for receiving her attention? It seemed impossible. She had never been the sort to inspire those sorts of feelings in men before. Though perhaps being surrounded by children had a dampening effect. Nonetheless, this was certainly the last thing she had ever expected for her night. For her life really. She’d resigned herself to living as a lonely spinster for the rest of her days.
“I don’t know that I can speak for other women. However, where I am concerned, you’re certainly the exception.”
She tilted her head as his grip on her hand suddenly tightened and he looked around, sharp eyes studying their surroundings. Had he heard something suspicious? She had been so busy hanging on his every word she could easily believe she might have missed something. She had just begun to look over her own shoulder, trying to see what had concerned him when he gently tugged her forward.
For a moment she feared he had changed his mind already as he led her towards home without a word. Still, she held tight to his hand, following him. As he pulled her into an alcove however, she began to relax. A small gasp escaped her lips as he lifted her to sit on a barrel. At first she had to marvel at the way he did so with such ease. After a moment to adjust though, another thought occurred to her.
“I like this,” she admitted softly, her eyes meeting his. She reached out, carefully pushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen forward as he lifted her, tucking it behind his ear as her hand lightly brushed his cheek “You know, my neck would have been quite sore if I’d had to keep looking up at you while we lingered,” she teased with a giggle. Sitting like this, they were nearly eye to eye - a far more comfortable position indeed.
Myrrine flushed deeply at his request, instinctively reaching out to rest her hands at his shoulders, finding the touch eased her nerves slightly. She wracked her mind, trying to think of something - anything interesting to say. “I... I don’t know what to say. I’m just an ordinary woman. I tend to my family’s shop and house... I’m certain you don’t want to hear about that.” She faltered, one hand withdrawing to touch the gold locket she wore always, wishing she could have grown up with her mother’s guidance. Maybe she would feel more prepared for this moment.
A deep breath and she began again, her voice turning almost wistful. “When I was little, sometimes I’d get to travel with my father when he went in search of new merchandise. Those are some of my favorite memories. Everything was so much easier then, and there was so much to see of the world... I wish that I had been able to go when I was older too. There was so much I had hoped to explore...”
Her eyes flitted back up to meet his. “That probably sounds silly to you, doesn’t it? I’m sure you must have seen incredible things in all your travels. Things I couldn’t even imagine.” It occurred to her, not for the first time, how much he must have experienced that she had not. She bit her lip once more, head turning downcast as she shook her head. She was messing this up already, wasn't she?
Myrrine forced herself to meet his eyes, even as she feared her insecurity was showing within her own brown depths. Still, she smiled, wanting so much to give him what he wanted. Anything to keep him looking at her like that.
“Hashe, what more would you like to know?”
The idea of being the exception to her rule sent a thrill through him, but he should not care, he could not care. As much as he had appreciated her kindness in his disguise, there was no benefit in getting attached. If she was willing to share herself with him tonight, he had no interest in denying her or himself, but it would not become anything more than a release. A moment of shared passion stumbled upon purely by accident and a parting of ways.
Her lack of protest as they moved through the streets was a good sign, and the anticipation built between them until she was level with him, seated upon the barrel. For all her apparently seductive moves on the street, his question and this new position seemed to send her into a shy nervousness, and Nahash settled to one side of her legs, giving her space to swing down and run if she wished. Her chatter was sweet, and he couldn't help but smile as she spoke of her wish for adventure. All but purring and leaning into the way she brushed at his hair back, he tried to remember the last time anyone had touched him like this. Far too long, and rarely so tenderly.
"And I would have strained mine from looking down so long. This is much better."
Was it really back in Egypt, the last time he'd been with a woman? It must have been, there had been no one here of interest and they had been far too busy with their various endeavors. Somra had caught his eye for a time, but she had not returned the interest, preferring instead to goad Khanh into madness. He couldn't blame her, the other man was attractive with his Egyptian looks and strong jaw. Nahash had taken after the man who had sired him, noble and dark but perhaps not exceptionally attractive to every eye.
"Why would a desire to travel sound silly to me, Myrrine? Everyone should see more of the world, there would be fewer wars if we all did." Perhaps not fewer wars or any less hate, but at least a begrudging understanding of different peoples and places. It would never happen, not in his life time, but as her hands settled on his shoulders he allowed his knuckles to trace along her waist and down to her hips, before his hands came to rest on her thighs.
When her gaze darted down, he reached up once more, keeping a hand on her leg as he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to lift her gaze to his, thrilled when she did so easily. What more did he want to know? All his thoughts at the moment were focused on one thing, but the more she spoke the more he wondered if she was truly as bold and experienced as she'd seemed.
"All I want, is to know what you will permit me." The space between them closed, his nose almost touching hers, lips so close he felt as if he could taste her breath. He was trying to push aside any logic or reason that said he shouldn't do this, for why should he deny himself this when she seemingly desired the same?
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The idea of being the exception to her rule sent a thrill through him, but he should not care, he could not care. As much as he had appreciated her kindness in his disguise, there was no benefit in getting attached. If she was willing to share herself with him tonight, he had no interest in denying her or himself, but it would not become anything more than a release. A moment of shared passion stumbled upon purely by accident and a parting of ways.
Her lack of protest as they moved through the streets was a good sign, and the anticipation built between them until she was level with him, seated upon the barrel. For all her apparently seductive moves on the street, his question and this new position seemed to send her into a shy nervousness, and Nahash settled to one side of her legs, giving her space to swing down and run if she wished. Her chatter was sweet, and he couldn't help but smile as she spoke of her wish for adventure. All but purring and leaning into the way she brushed at his hair back, he tried to remember the last time anyone had touched him like this. Far too long, and rarely so tenderly.
"And I would have strained mine from looking down so long. This is much better."
Was it really back in Egypt, the last time he'd been with a woman? It must have been, there had been no one here of interest and they had been far too busy with their various endeavors. Somra had caught his eye for a time, but she had not returned the interest, preferring instead to goad Khanh into madness. He couldn't blame her, the other man was attractive with his Egyptian looks and strong jaw. Nahash had taken after the man who had sired him, noble and dark but perhaps not exceptionally attractive to every eye.
"Why would a desire to travel sound silly to me, Myrrine? Everyone should see more of the world, there would be fewer wars if we all did." Perhaps not fewer wars or any less hate, but at least a begrudging understanding of different peoples and places. It would never happen, not in his life time, but as her hands settled on his shoulders he allowed his knuckles to trace along her waist and down to her hips, before his hands came to rest on her thighs.
When her gaze darted down, he reached up once more, keeping a hand on her leg as he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to lift her gaze to his, thrilled when she did so easily. What more did he want to know? All his thoughts at the moment were focused on one thing, but the more she spoke the more he wondered if she was truly as bold and experienced as she'd seemed.
"All I want, is to know what you will permit me." The space between them closed, his nose almost touching hers, lips so close he felt as if he could taste her breath. He was trying to push aside any logic or reason that said he shouldn't do this, for why should he deny himself this when she seemingly desired the same?
The idea of being the exception to her rule sent a thrill through him, but he should not care, he could not care. As much as he had appreciated her kindness in his disguise, there was no benefit in getting attached. If she was willing to share herself with him tonight, he had no interest in denying her or himself, but it would not become anything more than a release. A moment of shared passion stumbled upon purely by accident and a parting of ways.
Her lack of protest as they moved through the streets was a good sign, and the anticipation built between them until she was level with him, seated upon the barrel. For all her apparently seductive moves on the street, his question and this new position seemed to send her into a shy nervousness, and Nahash settled to one side of her legs, giving her space to swing down and run if she wished. Her chatter was sweet, and he couldn't help but smile as she spoke of her wish for adventure. All but purring and leaning into the way she brushed at his hair back, he tried to remember the last time anyone had touched him like this. Far too long, and rarely so tenderly.
"And I would have strained mine from looking down so long. This is much better."
Was it really back in Egypt, the last time he'd been with a woman? It must have been, there had been no one here of interest and they had been far too busy with their various endeavors. Somra had caught his eye for a time, but she had not returned the interest, preferring instead to goad Khanh into madness. He couldn't blame her, the other man was attractive with his Egyptian looks and strong jaw. Nahash had taken after the man who had sired him, noble and dark but perhaps not exceptionally attractive to every eye.
"Why would a desire to travel sound silly to me, Myrrine? Everyone should see more of the world, there would be fewer wars if we all did." Perhaps not fewer wars or any less hate, but at least a begrudging understanding of different peoples and places. It would never happen, not in his life time, but as her hands settled on his shoulders he allowed his knuckles to trace along her waist and down to her hips, before his hands came to rest on her thighs.
When her gaze darted down, he reached up once more, keeping a hand on her leg as he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to lift her gaze to his, thrilled when she did so easily. What more did he want to know? All his thoughts at the moment were focused on one thing, but the more she spoke the more he wondered if she was truly as bold and experienced as she'd seemed.
"All I want, is to know what you will permit me." The space between them closed, his nose almost touching hers, lips so close he felt as if he could taste her breath. He was trying to push aside any logic or reason that said he shouldn't do this, for why should he deny himself this when she seemingly desired the same?
The way he shifted as she stumbled over his question had her furrowing her brow. It was almost as if he was giving her the chance to run. She gaze a slight shake of her head, silently trying to reassure him that she had no intention of doing so. She was only acting like a fool because she wanted to stay, as contrary as that might be. She cared what he thought of her so very much. Did he feel the same at all? Was he simply better at hiding it? She hoped that was the case, because she already knew she was in over her head in all this.
That simply wasn’t enough to frighten her.
His agreement made her smile as she nodded in reply. She found herself studying his face more closely now that she had the opportunity. Truth be told, she could stare at him for hours and never grow tired of it. Had she seen him from a distance on the streets she might have thought him foreign nobility. How could a man as handsome and charming as this see anything in her? There were dozens of women far more stunning. But she shoved those thoughts aside. She could wonder that as she lay awake in bed later. Now she could focus only on him.
It was his eyes that undid her the most. Rich honeyed hazel beneath a dark brow, filled with such intensity it took her breath away.
Myrrine shivered lightly as his brushed down her body before settling at her thighs. She found herself cursing the fabric of her clothes, longing for the feel of his skin on hers once more. He lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to return to him and she considered his words before finally settling on the most honest answer she could give. Her fingers returned to his face as she spoke, tracing the curve from his temple to his jaw, her thumb brushing lightly over the scar beneath his eye, hoping that was not too forward, before settling back at his shoulders. Somehow the scar did nothing to take away from his looks, only enhancing them, giving him a sort of roguish charm that threatened to undo her self control entirely.
“You’re so unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Hashe. I just wish I could impress you half as much as you have me,” she confessed, her voice a whisper. This time her gaze did not shy away from him, even as her heart seemed to threaten to beat right out of her chest.
Though that was nothing compared to the reaction that came when he leaned closer still and made a request that left no room for second-guessing. She knew she was well out of her depth now, that he wanted something she wasn’t sure she could offer. But she wanted to more than anything. She wanted to melt beneath his touch and give him anything he desired so badly that she ached.
She answered him not with words, but action. Her eyes met his, as her hands slid up the line of his neck to cradle his head. Then, eyes closing, she eliminated with little distance remained between them, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss.
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The way he shifted as she stumbled over his question had her furrowing her brow. It was almost as if he was giving her the chance to run. She gaze a slight shake of her head, silently trying to reassure him that she had no intention of doing so. She was only acting like a fool because she wanted to stay, as contrary as that might be. She cared what he thought of her so very much. Did he feel the same at all? Was he simply better at hiding it? She hoped that was the case, because she already knew she was in over her head in all this.
That simply wasn’t enough to frighten her.
His agreement made her smile as she nodded in reply. She found herself studying his face more closely now that she had the opportunity. Truth be told, she could stare at him for hours and never grow tired of it. Had she seen him from a distance on the streets she might have thought him foreign nobility. How could a man as handsome and charming as this see anything in her? There were dozens of women far more stunning. But she shoved those thoughts aside. She could wonder that as she lay awake in bed later. Now she could focus only on him.
It was his eyes that undid her the most. Rich honeyed hazel beneath a dark brow, filled with such intensity it took her breath away.
Myrrine shivered lightly as his brushed down her body before settling at her thighs. She found herself cursing the fabric of her clothes, longing for the feel of his skin on hers once more. He lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to return to him and she considered his words before finally settling on the most honest answer she could give. Her fingers returned to his face as she spoke, tracing the curve from his temple to his jaw, her thumb brushing lightly over the scar beneath his eye, hoping that was not too forward, before settling back at his shoulders. Somehow the scar did nothing to take away from his looks, only enhancing them, giving him a sort of roguish charm that threatened to undo her self control entirely.
“You’re so unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Hashe. I just wish I could impress you half as much as you have me,” she confessed, her voice a whisper. This time her gaze did not shy away from him, even as her heart seemed to threaten to beat right out of her chest.
Though that was nothing compared to the reaction that came when he leaned closer still and made a request that left no room for second-guessing. She knew she was well out of her depth now, that he wanted something she wasn’t sure she could offer. But she wanted to more than anything. She wanted to melt beneath his touch and give him anything he desired so badly that she ached.
She answered him not with words, but action. Her eyes met his, as her hands slid up the line of his neck to cradle his head. Then, eyes closing, she eliminated with little distance remained between them, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss.
The way he shifted as she stumbled over his question had her furrowing her brow. It was almost as if he was giving her the chance to run. She gaze a slight shake of her head, silently trying to reassure him that she had no intention of doing so. She was only acting like a fool because she wanted to stay, as contrary as that might be. She cared what he thought of her so very much. Did he feel the same at all? Was he simply better at hiding it? She hoped that was the case, because she already knew she was in over her head in all this.
That simply wasn’t enough to frighten her.
His agreement made her smile as she nodded in reply. She found herself studying his face more closely now that she had the opportunity. Truth be told, she could stare at him for hours and never grow tired of it. Had she seen him from a distance on the streets she might have thought him foreign nobility. How could a man as handsome and charming as this see anything in her? There were dozens of women far more stunning. But she shoved those thoughts aside. She could wonder that as she lay awake in bed later. Now she could focus only on him.
It was his eyes that undid her the most. Rich honeyed hazel beneath a dark brow, filled with such intensity it took her breath away.
Myrrine shivered lightly as his brushed down her body before settling at her thighs. She found herself cursing the fabric of her clothes, longing for the feel of his skin on hers once more. He lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to return to him and she considered his words before finally settling on the most honest answer she could give. Her fingers returned to his face as she spoke, tracing the curve from his temple to his jaw, her thumb brushing lightly over the scar beneath his eye, hoping that was not too forward, before settling back at his shoulders. Somehow the scar did nothing to take away from his looks, only enhancing them, giving him a sort of roguish charm that threatened to undo her self control entirely.
“You’re so unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Hashe. I just wish I could impress you half as much as you have me,” she confessed, her voice a whisper. This time her gaze did not shy away from him, even as her heart seemed to threaten to beat right out of her chest.
Though that was nothing compared to the reaction that came when he leaned closer still and made a request that left no room for second-guessing. She knew she was well out of her depth now, that he wanted something she wasn’t sure she could offer. But she wanted to more than anything. She wanted to melt beneath his touch and give him anything he desired so badly that she ached.
She answered him not with words, but action. Her eyes met his, as her hands slid up the line of his neck to cradle his head. Then, eyes closing, she eliminated with little distance remained between them, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss.
Her fingers brushing over his scar set his instincts flaring, everything telling him to flee even as he froze to allow her the touch. He wasn't used to anyone touching his face like this, paying any attention to the scar he'd gained back in Egypt. His gaze out of that eye was fading slowly, and he knew one day he would be entirely blind and the milkiness he'd seen in others would set in. Until then though, he would take advantage of committing her features to memory. When her hands settled on his shoulders he felt the tension ease, a smile on his lips as she admitted to what she wanted.
"You already do. I don't know many women who would slip into an alley with a strange-friend." Nahash caught himself with a chuckle, unsure why she had been so bold and willing to go with him. He knew he was handsome enough, but surely unless she was truly so used to having the children about she was accustomed to people desiring her as well. "Besides, I'm not as impressive as you think."
Allowing the moment to lay as it did, keeping his eyes locked on hers and tipping his head slightly so his nose could just brush against her own as she looked to be making her decision. A thrill shot through him as she slid her hands into his hair and answered with her body, her kiss far sweeter than he'd expected. As soon as he was granted that permission, his hands on her thighs tightened, parting them so he could step into the space between. One of his hands slid back to draw her hips closer to the edge of the barrel, the other running up her back to support her shoulders.
She felt small in his arms, almost fragile, but he knew from the many times he'd seen her about her shop what strength existed beneath. Even as he pulled her closer to him he allowed her that tenderness, the controlled fire instead of the blaze of desire that was building within him. As much as the autumn air was beginning to chill he wished for fewer layers between them already, but made no attempt to remove them just yet. He'd yet to receive a proper answer to his question.
Parting his lips from hers for breath, he let his teeth drag softly against the fullness of her lower lip, heavy eyes watching for her reaction. With the warmth of her body against his he tangled the hand that had rested on her shoulder through her hair, waiting the space of a heartbeat before his mouth was on hers again. More demanding this time with a blistering heat, as his body aching as it reminded him exactly how long it had been since he had last been with a woman like this.
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Her fingers brushing over his scar set his instincts flaring, everything telling him to flee even as he froze to allow her the touch. He wasn't used to anyone touching his face like this, paying any attention to the scar he'd gained back in Egypt. His gaze out of that eye was fading slowly, and he knew one day he would be entirely blind and the milkiness he'd seen in others would set in. Until then though, he would take advantage of committing her features to memory. When her hands settled on his shoulders he felt the tension ease, a smile on his lips as she admitted to what she wanted.
"You already do. I don't know many women who would slip into an alley with a strange-friend." Nahash caught himself with a chuckle, unsure why she had been so bold and willing to go with him. He knew he was handsome enough, but surely unless she was truly so used to having the children about she was accustomed to people desiring her as well. "Besides, I'm not as impressive as you think."
Allowing the moment to lay as it did, keeping his eyes locked on hers and tipping his head slightly so his nose could just brush against her own as she looked to be making her decision. A thrill shot through him as she slid her hands into his hair and answered with her body, her kiss far sweeter than he'd expected. As soon as he was granted that permission, his hands on her thighs tightened, parting them so he could step into the space between. One of his hands slid back to draw her hips closer to the edge of the barrel, the other running up her back to support her shoulders.
She felt small in his arms, almost fragile, but he knew from the many times he'd seen her about her shop what strength existed beneath. Even as he pulled her closer to him he allowed her that tenderness, the controlled fire instead of the blaze of desire that was building within him. As much as the autumn air was beginning to chill he wished for fewer layers between them already, but made no attempt to remove them just yet. He'd yet to receive a proper answer to his question.
Parting his lips from hers for breath, he let his teeth drag softly against the fullness of her lower lip, heavy eyes watching for her reaction. With the warmth of her body against his he tangled the hand that had rested on her shoulder through her hair, waiting the space of a heartbeat before his mouth was on hers again. More demanding this time with a blistering heat, as his body aching as it reminded him exactly how long it had been since he had last been with a woman like this.
Her fingers brushing over his scar set his instincts flaring, everything telling him to flee even as he froze to allow her the touch. He wasn't used to anyone touching his face like this, paying any attention to the scar he'd gained back in Egypt. His gaze out of that eye was fading slowly, and he knew one day he would be entirely blind and the milkiness he'd seen in others would set in. Until then though, he would take advantage of committing her features to memory. When her hands settled on his shoulders he felt the tension ease, a smile on his lips as she admitted to what she wanted.
"You already do. I don't know many women who would slip into an alley with a strange-friend." Nahash caught himself with a chuckle, unsure why she had been so bold and willing to go with him. He knew he was handsome enough, but surely unless she was truly so used to having the children about she was accustomed to people desiring her as well. "Besides, I'm not as impressive as you think."
Allowing the moment to lay as it did, keeping his eyes locked on hers and tipping his head slightly so his nose could just brush against her own as she looked to be making her decision. A thrill shot through him as she slid her hands into his hair and answered with her body, her kiss far sweeter than he'd expected. As soon as he was granted that permission, his hands on her thighs tightened, parting them so he could step into the space between. One of his hands slid back to draw her hips closer to the edge of the barrel, the other running up her back to support her shoulders.
She felt small in his arms, almost fragile, but he knew from the many times he'd seen her about her shop what strength existed beneath. Even as he pulled her closer to him he allowed her that tenderness, the controlled fire instead of the blaze of desire that was building within him. As much as the autumn air was beginning to chill he wished for fewer layers between them already, but made no attempt to remove them just yet. He'd yet to receive a proper answer to his question.
Parting his lips from hers for breath, he let his teeth drag softly against the fullness of her lower lip, heavy eyes watching for her reaction. With the warmth of her body against his he tangled the hand that had rested on her shoulder through her hair, waiting the space of a heartbeat before his mouth was on hers again. More demanding this time with a blistering heat, as his body aching as it reminded him exactly how long it had been since he had last been with a woman like this.