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Yiannis sidled over the top of the wall and down into the trellisworks. From there, he could push through the dense thicket of grape leaves without much more noise than a fox. The foliage, meanwhile, shielded his figure from the moonlight. And if all that weren't enough, he wasn't making his way blindly. This was the same path he had been guided through just a couple nights prior. This place was easily penetrable. A mansion built for luxury more than defense. He neither had nor needed weapons. But his heart had rarely raced so fast. Because unlike most of his outings, the danger wasn't inside. Nor was he charging towards a threat. Unique for the night, he was perhaps in search of safety.
It was a simple thing. He made it to the second floor of the mansion without much trouble. The roof's gentle slope accommodated him more easily than half the hiding places he'd chosen over the years. His fist was poised over the window shutter. A few sharp raps would summon her. Except before two weeks ago he'd never seen her. Only vaguely heard the last name--arguably the least informative part of her. Since then, she'd asked for his help once in a sword fight. Nothing grander or more significant. And she was burdened with her own griefs. What entitled him to this? What excuse could he make?
Yet he had come this far. There was no one else for hundreds of miles away that he would trust to speak to. No one whose touch was more reassuring or whose face felt more familiar. It was a gamble, just like everything had been since arriving in a land thrown into turmoil by the death of their king. The letter was pushing him. He had to do something. His wrist swung. What would he say to her? He wasn't quite sure. But at the sight of her brunette locks, the kindness of her face and the softness of her eyes, it would bubble up from almost naturally.
"Daniil, I don't suppose this would do any more to convince your siblings of my propriety. But I wanted to see you again. I needed to talk to someone I trust. Is there somewhere private we could venture?" he would whisper to her softly.
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Yiannis sidled over the top of the wall and down into the trellisworks. From there, he could push through the dense thicket of grape leaves without much more noise than a fox. The foliage, meanwhile, shielded his figure from the moonlight. And if all that weren't enough, he wasn't making his way blindly. This was the same path he had been guided through just a couple nights prior. This place was easily penetrable. A mansion built for luxury more than defense. He neither had nor needed weapons. But his heart had rarely raced so fast. Because unlike most of his outings, the danger wasn't inside. Nor was he charging towards a threat. Unique for the night, he was perhaps in search of safety.
It was a simple thing. He made it to the second floor of the mansion without much trouble. The roof's gentle slope accommodated him more easily than half the hiding places he'd chosen over the years. His fist was poised over the window shutter. A few sharp raps would summon her. Except before two weeks ago he'd never seen her. Only vaguely heard the last name--arguably the least informative part of her. Since then, she'd asked for his help once in a sword fight. Nothing grander or more significant. And she was burdened with her own griefs. What entitled him to this? What excuse could he make?
Yet he had come this far. There was no one else for hundreds of miles away that he would trust to speak to. No one whose touch was more reassuring or whose face felt more familiar. It was a gamble, just like everything had been since arriving in a land thrown into turmoil by the death of their king. The letter was pushing him. He had to do something. His wrist swung. What would he say to her? He wasn't quite sure. But at the sight of her brunette locks, the kindness of her face and the softness of her eyes, it would bubble up from almost naturally.
"Daniil, I don't suppose this would do any more to convince your siblings of my propriety. But I wanted to see you again. I needed to talk to someone I trust. Is there somewhere private we could venture?" he would whisper to her softly.
Yiannis sidled over the top of the wall and down into the trellisworks. From there, he could push through the dense thicket of grape leaves without much more noise than a fox. The foliage, meanwhile, shielded his figure from the moonlight. And if all that weren't enough, he wasn't making his way blindly. This was the same path he had been guided through just a couple nights prior. This place was easily penetrable. A mansion built for luxury more than defense. He neither had nor needed weapons. But his heart had rarely raced so fast. Because unlike most of his outings, the danger wasn't inside. Nor was he charging towards a threat. Unique for the night, he was perhaps in search of safety.
It was a simple thing. He made it to the second floor of the mansion without much trouble. The roof's gentle slope accommodated him more easily than half the hiding places he'd chosen over the years. His fist was poised over the window shutter. A few sharp raps would summon her. Except before two weeks ago he'd never seen her. Only vaguely heard the last name--arguably the least informative part of her. Since then, she'd asked for his help once in a sword fight. Nothing grander or more significant. And she was burdened with her own griefs. What entitled him to this? What excuse could he make?
Yet he had come this far. There was no one else for hundreds of miles away that he would trust to speak to. No one whose touch was more reassuring or whose face felt more familiar. It was a gamble, just like everything had been since arriving in a land thrown into turmoil by the death of their king. The letter was pushing him. He had to do something. His wrist swung. What would he say to her? He wasn't quite sure. But at the sight of her brunette locks, the kindness of her face and the softness of her eyes, it would bubble up from almost naturally.
"Daniil, I don't suppose this would do any more to convince your siblings of my propriety. But I wanted to see you again. I needed to talk to someone I trust. Is there somewhere private we could venture?" he would whisper to her softly.
The day was warm. As she sat against the tree a soft breeze blew, sending tendrils of brunette hair to float on the breeze and over her shoulder. They were on the cliffs overlooking the harbor. His head lay in her lap and she was idly playing with his hair as they talked about their hopes and dreams for the future. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she planned on marrying her warrior and Prince, come Hades or High Water.
The feeling of heat mixed with the sound of what sounded like Yiannis' voice in her ear brought Daniil up out of sleep and into full wakefulness within moments and the shock and surprise that showed on her face would have been a warning to anyone other then a total stranger along with the dagger that laid tucked under her pillow. Her hand went for the hilt of her weapon even as she took a long breath and then whispered "Yiannis?"
If it was anyone else they would be face to face with a dark haired hell cat and likely end up in a pool of blood on the floor. She was easy to wake now, with any sound, and had been ever since the night she joined in the fighting.
She was not sure that it was him that she actually him, so she questioned the darkness before adding, "Father would likely stick you if he did not let the guards have their shot at you, then would come the lecture or worse. What is wrong that brings you here like a thief in the night? Yes I know a place...." She paused to work her way into a sitting position and reaching for his hand. "Let me get dressed and we can take your horse and go up above the water and talk."
She reached for the light sheet and wound it around her form, not sure what he had seen of her nearly naked form. One of the nice things about having one's own room was that they could sleep as they chose and she tended to sleep as the Gods made her unless it was extremely cold out. It was also one of the chief reasons the youngest of the Marikas trio kept a dagger within reach. Any man that intruded into her rooms without her leave, was likely going to find the welcome of cold steal at his throat. The fact that she recognized Yiannis in her sleep, spared him that greeting, though she knew that he could and would unarm his little hell cat with the efficiency born of many battles.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and got to her feet, tossing the sheet aside before she stood up and moved to quietly moved to retrieve the chiton that she had discarded earlier. It was colored much like the sky on a clear day. She secured it in place with a raven shaded belt and then slid on a peplos that was done in a shade of blue that looked like a stormy sky. She draped it so that both shades of blue were visible and then she quickly worked her hair into looking mandible and pulled it back into a long tail.
"Let us go before someone rouses the guards and you have to explain yourself." she whispered, holding a hand out to him before he let him show her how he had gotten into her rooms.
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The day was warm. As she sat against the tree a soft breeze blew, sending tendrils of brunette hair to float on the breeze and over her shoulder. They were on the cliffs overlooking the harbor. His head lay in her lap and she was idly playing with his hair as they talked about their hopes and dreams for the future. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she planned on marrying her warrior and Prince, come Hades or High Water.
The feeling of heat mixed with the sound of what sounded like Yiannis' voice in her ear brought Daniil up out of sleep and into full wakefulness within moments and the shock and surprise that showed on her face would have been a warning to anyone other then a total stranger along with the dagger that laid tucked under her pillow. Her hand went for the hilt of her weapon even as she took a long breath and then whispered "Yiannis?"
If it was anyone else they would be face to face with a dark haired hell cat and likely end up in a pool of blood on the floor. She was easy to wake now, with any sound, and had been ever since the night she joined in the fighting.
She was not sure that it was him that she actually him, so she questioned the darkness before adding, "Father would likely stick you if he did not let the guards have their shot at you, then would come the lecture or worse. What is wrong that brings you here like a thief in the night? Yes I know a place...." She paused to work her way into a sitting position and reaching for his hand. "Let me get dressed and we can take your horse and go up above the water and talk."
She reached for the light sheet and wound it around her form, not sure what he had seen of her nearly naked form. One of the nice things about having one's own room was that they could sleep as they chose and she tended to sleep as the Gods made her unless it was extremely cold out. It was also one of the chief reasons the youngest of the Marikas trio kept a dagger within reach. Any man that intruded into her rooms without her leave, was likely going to find the welcome of cold steal at his throat. The fact that she recognized Yiannis in her sleep, spared him that greeting, though she knew that he could and would unarm his little hell cat with the efficiency born of many battles.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and got to her feet, tossing the sheet aside before she stood up and moved to quietly moved to retrieve the chiton that she had discarded earlier. It was colored much like the sky on a clear day. She secured it in place with a raven shaded belt and then slid on a peplos that was done in a shade of blue that looked like a stormy sky. She draped it so that both shades of blue were visible and then she quickly worked her hair into looking mandible and pulled it back into a long tail.
"Let us go before someone rouses the guards and you have to explain yourself." she whispered, holding a hand out to him before he let him show her how he had gotten into her rooms.
The day was warm. As she sat against the tree a soft breeze blew, sending tendrils of brunette hair to float on the breeze and over her shoulder. They were on the cliffs overlooking the harbor. His head lay in her lap and she was idly playing with his hair as they talked about their hopes and dreams for the future. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she planned on marrying her warrior and Prince, come Hades or High Water.
The feeling of heat mixed with the sound of what sounded like Yiannis' voice in her ear brought Daniil up out of sleep and into full wakefulness within moments and the shock and surprise that showed on her face would have been a warning to anyone other then a total stranger along with the dagger that laid tucked under her pillow. Her hand went for the hilt of her weapon even as she took a long breath and then whispered "Yiannis?"
If it was anyone else they would be face to face with a dark haired hell cat and likely end up in a pool of blood on the floor. She was easy to wake now, with any sound, and had been ever since the night she joined in the fighting.
She was not sure that it was him that she actually him, so she questioned the darkness before adding, "Father would likely stick you if he did not let the guards have their shot at you, then would come the lecture or worse. What is wrong that brings you here like a thief in the night? Yes I know a place...." She paused to work her way into a sitting position and reaching for his hand. "Let me get dressed and we can take your horse and go up above the water and talk."
She reached for the light sheet and wound it around her form, not sure what he had seen of her nearly naked form. One of the nice things about having one's own room was that they could sleep as they chose and she tended to sleep as the Gods made her unless it was extremely cold out. It was also one of the chief reasons the youngest of the Marikas trio kept a dagger within reach. Any man that intruded into her rooms without her leave, was likely going to find the welcome of cold steal at his throat. The fact that she recognized Yiannis in her sleep, spared him that greeting, though she knew that he could and would unarm his little hell cat with the efficiency born of many battles.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and got to her feet, tossing the sheet aside before she stood up and moved to quietly moved to retrieve the chiton that she had discarded earlier. It was colored much like the sky on a clear day. She secured it in place with a raven shaded belt and then slid on a peplos that was done in a shade of blue that looked like a stormy sky. She draped it so that both shades of blue were visible and then she quickly worked her hair into looking mandible and pulled it back into a long tail.
"Let us go before someone rouses the guards and you have to explain yourself." she whispered, holding a hand out to him before he let him show her how he had gotten into her rooms.
Sometimes a moment told everything. A single movement would tell the whole pattern of a personality or a fighting style. Enough to set a trajectory towards life or death. It had happened again just now. Whatever she'd been dreaming had seemed peaceful. But at the sound of him, her body swung into action. His name on her lips, confused. More profound was where her hands went. Not just that, but how her spine tensed. Coiling for a strike. It was deeply unnatural. Not something that occurred to humans unless they had come close to violence. Even among those, it was a smaller circle that acquired this reflex: survivors, victors, champions. He thought back to the palace, running to catch up with her after she'd already rescued her cousins and skewered a guard. This was the woman he had sought out. Champion. A half-slumbering gesture gave him all the reassurance he could have wanted on the earth.
"Daniil" he repeated softly.
She kept moving. Propping herself up in confusion. The sheet began to slide away--with absolutely nothing there to replace it. The darkness hid most things. Once he realized what was happening, Yiannis himself turned away. But not entirely soon enough. His throat was dry. His chest heaving. Those curves playing at his imagination. By the gods. Fortunately she was still rousing, as he wasn't certain he would be able to speak. He tried to blink away the hot intensity of the moment and refocus, in time to hear her admonishments about his intrusion.
"More than worth the risk to see you" he answered in his defense, her presence giving him enough hope for a moment of levity.
She returned to him soon enough. She was dressed in a practical, beautiful fashion that was uniquely hers. Just finishing drawing her hair up into a ponytail as she came to him. Even under the starlight, he could catch the way the tones of blue complimented one another. He was glad for the excuse to take her hand and start leading her back towards the window.
"My horse is on the other side of your compound walls. He'll gladly carry us together," he said.
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Sometimes a moment told everything. A single movement would tell the whole pattern of a personality or a fighting style. Enough to set a trajectory towards life or death. It had happened again just now. Whatever she'd been dreaming had seemed peaceful. But at the sound of him, her body swung into action. His name on her lips, confused. More profound was where her hands went. Not just that, but how her spine tensed. Coiling for a strike. It was deeply unnatural. Not something that occurred to humans unless they had come close to violence. Even among those, it was a smaller circle that acquired this reflex: survivors, victors, champions. He thought back to the palace, running to catch up with her after she'd already rescued her cousins and skewered a guard. This was the woman he had sought out. Champion. A half-slumbering gesture gave him all the reassurance he could have wanted on the earth.
"Daniil" he repeated softly.
She kept moving. Propping herself up in confusion. The sheet began to slide away--with absolutely nothing there to replace it. The darkness hid most things. Once he realized what was happening, Yiannis himself turned away. But not entirely soon enough. His throat was dry. His chest heaving. Those curves playing at his imagination. By the gods. Fortunately she was still rousing, as he wasn't certain he would be able to speak. He tried to blink away the hot intensity of the moment and refocus, in time to hear her admonishments about his intrusion.
"More than worth the risk to see you" he answered in his defense, her presence giving him enough hope for a moment of levity.
She returned to him soon enough. She was dressed in a practical, beautiful fashion that was uniquely hers. Just finishing drawing her hair up into a ponytail as she came to him. Even under the starlight, he could catch the way the tones of blue complimented one another. He was glad for the excuse to take her hand and start leading her back towards the window.
"My horse is on the other side of your compound walls. He'll gladly carry us together," he said.
Sometimes a moment told everything. A single movement would tell the whole pattern of a personality or a fighting style. Enough to set a trajectory towards life or death. It had happened again just now. Whatever she'd been dreaming had seemed peaceful. But at the sound of him, her body swung into action. His name on her lips, confused. More profound was where her hands went. Not just that, but how her spine tensed. Coiling for a strike. It was deeply unnatural. Not something that occurred to humans unless they had come close to violence. Even among those, it was a smaller circle that acquired this reflex: survivors, victors, champions. He thought back to the palace, running to catch up with her after she'd already rescued her cousins and skewered a guard. This was the woman he had sought out. Champion. A half-slumbering gesture gave him all the reassurance he could have wanted on the earth.
"Daniil" he repeated softly.
She kept moving. Propping herself up in confusion. The sheet began to slide away--with absolutely nothing there to replace it. The darkness hid most things. Once he realized what was happening, Yiannis himself turned away. But not entirely soon enough. His throat was dry. His chest heaving. Those curves playing at his imagination. By the gods. Fortunately she was still rousing, as he wasn't certain he would be able to speak. He tried to blink away the hot intensity of the moment and refocus, in time to hear her admonishments about his intrusion.
"More than worth the risk to see you" he answered in his defense, her presence giving him enough hope for a moment of levity.
She returned to him soon enough. She was dressed in a practical, beautiful fashion that was uniquely hers. Just finishing drawing her hair up into a ponytail as she came to him. Even under the starlight, he could catch the way the tones of blue complimented one another. He was glad for the excuse to take her hand and start leading her back towards the window.
"My horse is on the other side of your compound walls. He'll gladly carry us together," he said.
Daniil looked at him and let out a long breath as she relaxed visibly letting go of the dagger and pulling her hand out from under her pillow. She lifts it and pushes back her disheveled brown locks. She drops her eyes for a moment and whispers softly. "You're really here? Not a dream?" Her tone suggested that what she had been dreaming had him in it.
She blushed at his soft compliment, a deep red. She did not sit still for long because she knew that any of the males in the house would likely take extreme offense at him being in her room in her current state of dress.
Once dressed she came back to him and slid her hand into his, giving a squeeze. "All right. Let's get out of here before one of my family have a fit and have us stuck like boars on spits." she whispers urgently. She motioned for him to lead the way in showing her how he had accomplish the feat of getting into her rooms. If he got in this easily..... how easy was it for them to get to our prized horses? Are we really safe here or is that just an illusion? she thought, a shiver ran down her back. Members of House Marikas do not go quietly into the dark so those waiting for our defeat will just have to wait longer including a certain Dark Lord. You have had enough of our Kingdom's blood Lord of Death, so please stay away. she added in a quick and silent prayer to Hades.
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Daniil looked at him and let out a long breath as she relaxed visibly letting go of the dagger and pulling her hand out from under her pillow. She lifts it and pushes back her disheveled brown locks. She drops her eyes for a moment and whispers softly. "You're really here? Not a dream?" Her tone suggested that what she had been dreaming had him in it.
She blushed at his soft compliment, a deep red. She did not sit still for long because she knew that any of the males in the house would likely take extreme offense at him being in her room in her current state of dress.
Once dressed she came back to him and slid her hand into his, giving a squeeze. "All right. Let's get out of here before one of my family have a fit and have us stuck like boars on spits." she whispers urgently. She motioned for him to lead the way in showing her how he had accomplish the feat of getting into her rooms. If he got in this easily..... how easy was it for them to get to our prized horses? Are we really safe here or is that just an illusion? she thought, a shiver ran down her back. Members of House Marikas do not go quietly into the dark so those waiting for our defeat will just have to wait longer including a certain Dark Lord. You have had enough of our Kingdom's blood Lord of Death, so please stay away. she added in a quick and silent prayer to Hades.
Daniil looked at him and let out a long breath as she relaxed visibly letting go of the dagger and pulling her hand out from under her pillow. She lifts it and pushes back her disheveled brown locks. She drops her eyes for a moment and whispers softly. "You're really here? Not a dream?" Her tone suggested that what she had been dreaming had him in it.
She blushed at his soft compliment, a deep red. She did not sit still for long because she knew that any of the males in the house would likely take extreme offense at him being in her room in her current state of dress.
Once dressed she came back to him and slid her hand into his, giving a squeeze. "All right. Let's get out of here before one of my family have a fit and have us stuck like boars on spits." she whispers urgently. She motioned for him to lead the way in showing her how he had accomplish the feat of getting into her rooms. If he got in this easily..... how easy was it for them to get to our prized horses? Are we really safe here or is that just an illusion? she thought, a shiver ran down her back. Members of House Marikas do not go quietly into the dark so those waiting for our defeat will just have to wait longer including a certain Dark Lord. You have had enough of our Kingdom's blood Lord of Death, so please stay away. she added in a quick and silent prayer to Hades.
It was a swift moment. Helping her out of the window frame and on to the roof. Showing where tree trunks provided him a latter. Where the buildings gave him a cloak of shadows. Sometimes, he helped her, lifting a over some inconvenient spot. Much more often, she was active herself. Pushing through bramble, half the time urging Yiannis himself forward. This was her compound in the end, after all.
Every moment they were together she grew more confident. Falling into her own easy patterns. She swung herself easily onto the mount, turning back to help him. When Yiannis hesitated a moment before accepting her hand, it was in awe. Daniil was a hidden gem--whole reams of unappreciated talents. It was one more warm thought to accompany the flush of warm emotions that came with being so close to one another. Her buttocks were firm, shapely, and unavoidable given their seating arrangement. His hips were pressed against hers. Yiannis's breath ran down the nape of her neck. As his arms locked around her waist, he couldn't help but think of those first few seconds in her room. Thankfully she was facing forward. Elsewise the intensity of his blush might have lit things brighter than the noonday sun.
This--she--is what he wanted. He was at peace with that now. Snuggled against her, is thoughts turned to the next challenge. The letter from Vangelis had stirred a whole storm of emotions. His sojourn in Athenia had its own complications. How to explain it all to Daniil? Would she still think anything of him, at the end of it? A warrior prince was something different than a man that awoke you from sleep with his doubts. He was cognizant of the fact that he would have to thread the needle carefully to keep in her favor. More significantly, he realized how very important that was to him. As for Daniil? Her hands were ready on the reins. A single gesture, and they were flying. He knew not where, but he trusted her to take them.
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It was a swift moment. Helping her out of the window frame and on to the roof. Showing where tree trunks provided him a latter. Where the buildings gave him a cloak of shadows. Sometimes, he helped her, lifting a over some inconvenient spot. Much more often, she was active herself. Pushing through bramble, half the time urging Yiannis himself forward. This was her compound in the end, after all.
Every moment they were together she grew more confident. Falling into her own easy patterns. She swung herself easily onto the mount, turning back to help him. When Yiannis hesitated a moment before accepting her hand, it was in awe. Daniil was a hidden gem--whole reams of unappreciated talents. It was one more warm thought to accompany the flush of warm emotions that came with being so close to one another. Her buttocks were firm, shapely, and unavoidable given their seating arrangement. His hips were pressed against hers. Yiannis's breath ran down the nape of her neck. As his arms locked around her waist, he couldn't help but think of those first few seconds in her room. Thankfully she was facing forward. Elsewise the intensity of his blush might have lit things brighter than the noonday sun.
This--she--is what he wanted. He was at peace with that now. Snuggled against her, is thoughts turned to the next challenge. The letter from Vangelis had stirred a whole storm of emotions. His sojourn in Athenia had its own complications. How to explain it all to Daniil? Would she still think anything of him, at the end of it? A warrior prince was something different than a man that awoke you from sleep with his doubts. He was cognizant of the fact that he would have to thread the needle carefully to keep in her favor. More significantly, he realized how very important that was to him. As for Daniil? Her hands were ready on the reins. A single gesture, and they were flying. He knew not where, but he trusted her to take them.
It was a swift moment. Helping her out of the window frame and on to the roof. Showing where tree trunks provided him a latter. Where the buildings gave him a cloak of shadows. Sometimes, he helped her, lifting a over some inconvenient spot. Much more often, she was active herself. Pushing through bramble, half the time urging Yiannis himself forward. This was her compound in the end, after all.
Every moment they were together she grew more confident. Falling into her own easy patterns. She swung herself easily onto the mount, turning back to help him. When Yiannis hesitated a moment before accepting her hand, it was in awe. Daniil was a hidden gem--whole reams of unappreciated talents. It was one more warm thought to accompany the flush of warm emotions that came with being so close to one another. Her buttocks were firm, shapely, and unavoidable given their seating arrangement. His hips were pressed against hers. Yiannis's breath ran down the nape of her neck. As his arms locked around her waist, he couldn't help but think of those first few seconds in her room. Thankfully she was facing forward. Elsewise the intensity of his blush might have lit things brighter than the noonday sun.
This--she--is what he wanted. He was at peace with that now. Snuggled against her, is thoughts turned to the next challenge. The letter from Vangelis had stirred a whole storm of emotions. His sojourn in Athenia had its own complications. How to explain it all to Daniil? Would she still think anything of him, at the end of it? A warrior prince was something different than a man that awoke you from sleep with his doubts. He was cognizant of the fact that he would have to thread the needle carefully to keep in her favor. More significantly, he realized how very important that was to him. As for Daniil? Her hands were ready on the reins. A single gesture, and they were flying. He knew not where, but he trusted her to take them.
With ease that would surprised anyone else, Daniil followed Yiannis' path down from her window. She gave a soft chuckle because he had actually figured out how to sneak into her room without anyone being able to see him. She was still softly giggling as she hung for a moment over the bramble. She swung her body out a bit in the hopes of landing on the ground barely clear of the mass. She landed with a soft oof and stayed still for a moment, catching her breath, which had been knocked out of her on impact. Once she had her wind back, she slowly got to her feet and the pair headed for the wall. They worked as a pair to scale the wall and then drop down on the other side. With a glance over her shoulder, Daniil checked to see if they had been discovered or followed. When her check came up negative she looked at the horse, her brain rattling off numbers.... 3.....2....1 and then she moved towards the beast in an attempt to land on its back.
She landed squarely in the middle of its back and then scooted forward so that Yiannis could join her on the beast's back, her hand extended to aid him in mounting. Time seemed to stop for her as soon as their bodies made contact. They could feel every muscle and bone in each other's body and the heat that radiated between the pair. Her breath caught and she held it as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment and fought with the want to just lean against him and let things go from there, but then she recalled his words and that brought her back to the here and now and she had the sense that somehow, those were more important then her wants or needs. Though she also knew that they would eventually have to feed those wants and needs or they would drive them both up the wall and back down it.
She grabbed the reigns, and once they were settled, she tapped the horse's side with her heel and led him down the lane. Once they were clear of the house she tapped the horse and encouraged him to run, holding tightly to his body with her legs. It was hard for her to keep her mind on the task at had, but she made it. There will be time for focusing on him and yourself once you are in a safe and quiet place. You just need to get there. She knew though, without a doubt, that she wanted him and Gods or not, she would have him.
It did not take them long to reach her destination in the form of a quiet spot on the cliffs above the harbor, which sounded much different then it did the last time she was in the location.
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With ease that would surprised anyone else, Daniil followed Yiannis' path down from her window. She gave a soft chuckle because he had actually figured out how to sneak into her room without anyone being able to see him. She was still softly giggling as she hung for a moment over the bramble. She swung her body out a bit in the hopes of landing on the ground barely clear of the mass. She landed with a soft oof and stayed still for a moment, catching her breath, which had been knocked out of her on impact. Once she had her wind back, she slowly got to her feet and the pair headed for the wall. They worked as a pair to scale the wall and then drop down on the other side. With a glance over her shoulder, Daniil checked to see if they had been discovered or followed. When her check came up negative she looked at the horse, her brain rattling off numbers.... 3.....2....1 and then she moved towards the beast in an attempt to land on its back.
She landed squarely in the middle of its back and then scooted forward so that Yiannis could join her on the beast's back, her hand extended to aid him in mounting. Time seemed to stop for her as soon as their bodies made contact. They could feel every muscle and bone in each other's body and the heat that radiated between the pair. Her breath caught and she held it as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment and fought with the want to just lean against him and let things go from there, but then she recalled his words and that brought her back to the here and now and she had the sense that somehow, those were more important then her wants or needs. Though she also knew that they would eventually have to feed those wants and needs or they would drive them both up the wall and back down it.
She grabbed the reigns, and once they were settled, she tapped the horse's side with her heel and led him down the lane. Once they were clear of the house she tapped the horse and encouraged him to run, holding tightly to his body with her legs. It was hard for her to keep her mind on the task at had, but she made it. There will be time for focusing on him and yourself once you are in a safe and quiet place. You just need to get there. She knew though, without a doubt, that she wanted him and Gods or not, she would have him.
It did not take them long to reach her destination in the form of a quiet spot on the cliffs above the harbor, which sounded much different then it did the last time she was in the location.
With ease that would surprised anyone else, Daniil followed Yiannis' path down from her window. She gave a soft chuckle because he had actually figured out how to sneak into her room without anyone being able to see him. She was still softly giggling as she hung for a moment over the bramble. She swung her body out a bit in the hopes of landing on the ground barely clear of the mass. She landed with a soft oof and stayed still for a moment, catching her breath, which had been knocked out of her on impact. Once she had her wind back, she slowly got to her feet and the pair headed for the wall. They worked as a pair to scale the wall and then drop down on the other side. With a glance over her shoulder, Daniil checked to see if they had been discovered or followed. When her check came up negative she looked at the horse, her brain rattling off numbers.... 3.....2....1 and then she moved towards the beast in an attempt to land on its back.
She landed squarely in the middle of its back and then scooted forward so that Yiannis could join her on the beast's back, her hand extended to aid him in mounting. Time seemed to stop for her as soon as their bodies made contact. They could feel every muscle and bone in each other's body and the heat that radiated between the pair. Her breath caught and she held it as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment and fought with the want to just lean against him and let things go from there, but then she recalled his words and that brought her back to the here and now and she had the sense that somehow, those were more important then her wants or needs. Though she also knew that they would eventually have to feed those wants and needs or they would drive them both up the wall and back down it.
She grabbed the reigns, and once they were settled, she tapped the horse's side with her heel and led him down the lane. Once they were clear of the house she tapped the horse and encouraged him to run, holding tightly to his body with her legs. It was hard for her to keep her mind on the task at had, but she made it. There will be time for focusing on him and yourself once you are in a safe and quiet place. You just need to get there. She knew though, without a doubt, that she wanted him and Gods or not, she would have him.
It did not take them long to reach her destination in the form of a quiet spot on the cliffs above the harbor, which sounded much different then it did the last time she was in the location.
The view was mesmerizingly beautiful. From here, the crash of waves against the shore seemed majestic. Painted under the purple, star-strewn sky, there was an undeniable specialness to this moment. It calmed him. Not so much, of course, as the fact that his arms were wrapped around Daniil's waist. But the addition to the cumulative whole was just enough to push him beyond some threshold. One where he felt trusting enough to talk. Even if he had to stand behind her this way, because he was scared of letting her see his face more directly as he tried to process everything.
"Have you ever heard of an attack on the palace? How many generations into House Marikas does one have to reach to find the last time? Vangelis as been away for weeks at war in Taengea. Yet the rumors I hear inbound only grow worse. Colchis is still only recovering from a terrible spate of disasters. It is as if everything has determined to fall apart at once."
"A darkness is descending on this world Daniil. I have trained since boyhood to help my people face what's coming. I will do so s a warrior and a prince. I would've thought it easiest to do so alone. But in the last few days--" he started, then faltered.
What was there to say? In the last few days he had gotten lonely? That wasn't quite the whole of it. What had happened was not a closing of himself, but an opening. Possibilities he hadn't truly considered since his time with Zenais. He liked to believe he had changed tremendously since those days. He was trapped between the knowledge that one can't fix the past and the fear that one might nonetheless still somehow repeat it. He hesitated at the thought he might drive her off and thrilled in the knowledge that she was one of the most incredible people he had met of late.
"There's not enough time. For you--for us. I don't know how to hold on to it all." he finished.
He was aware by now that it probably didn't entirely make sense. He had known that was likely when he first rode to collect her from her home. But he was trying to communicate with more than just words. He needed to. She was leaned against him her back against his chest. The scent of her hair filling his nostrils the way the sight of her in the bedroom now threatened to fill his imagination. If she was who he thought, she might be able to hear all the things he wasn't saying. Some of it he didn't even know the whole of himself. There was too much chaos. He was only sure that he wanted to be here, with her in is arms, the warmth of one another's body their only comfort. The only certainty that he never wanted to let go.
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The view was mesmerizingly beautiful. From here, the crash of waves against the shore seemed majestic. Painted under the purple, star-strewn sky, there was an undeniable specialness to this moment. It calmed him. Not so much, of course, as the fact that his arms were wrapped around Daniil's waist. But the addition to the cumulative whole was just enough to push him beyond some threshold. One where he felt trusting enough to talk. Even if he had to stand behind her this way, because he was scared of letting her see his face more directly as he tried to process everything.
"Have you ever heard of an attack on the palace? How many generations into House Marikas does one have to reach to find the last time? Vangelis as been away for weeks at war in Taengea. Yet the rumors I hear inbound only grow worse. Colchis is still only recovering from a terrible spate of disasters. It is as if everything has determined to fall apart at once."
"A darkness is descending on this world Daniil. I have trained since boyhood to help my people face what's coming. I will do so s a warrior and a prince. I would've thought it easiest to do so alone. But in the last few days--" he started, then faltered.
What was there to say? In the last few days he had gotten lonely? That wasn't quite the whole of it. What had happened was not a closing of himself, but an opening. Possibilities he hadn't truly considered since his time with Zenais. He liked to believe he had changed tremendously since those days. He was trapped between the knowledge that one can't fix the past and the fear that one might nonetheless still somehow repeat it. He hesitated at the thought he might drive her off and thrilled in the knowledge that she was one of the most incredible people he had met of late.
"There's not enough time. For you--for us. I don't know how to hold on to it all." he finished.
He was aware by now that it probably didn't entirely make sense. He had known that was likely when he first rode to collect her from her home. But he was trying to communicate with more than just words. He needed to. She was leaned against him her back against his chest. The scent of her hair filling his nostrils the way the sight of her in the bedroom now threatened to fill his imagination. If she was who he thought, she might be able to hear all the things he wasn't saying. Some of it he didn't even know the whole of himself. There was too much chaos. He was only sure that he wanted to be here, with her in is arms, the warmth of one another's body their only comfort. The only certainty that he never wanted to let go.
The view was mesmerizingly beautiful. From here, the crash of waves against the shore seemed majestic. Painted under the purple, star-strewn sky, there was an undeniable specialness to this moment. It calmed him. Not so much, of course, as the fact that his arms were wrapped around Daniil's waist. But the addition to the cumulative whole was just enough to push him beyond some threshold. One where he felt trusting enough to talk. Even if he had to stand behind her this way, because he was scared of letting her see his face more directly as he tried to process everything.
"Have you ever heard of an attack on the palace? How many generations into House Marikas does one have to reach to find the last time? Vangelis as been away for weeks at war in Taengea. Yet the rumors I hear inbound only grow worse. Colchis is still only recovering from a terrible spate of disasters. It is as if everything has determined to fall apart at once."
"A darkness is descending on this world Daniil. I have trained since boyhood to help my people face what's coming. I will do so s a warrior and a prince. I would've thought it easiest to do so alone. But in the last few days--" he started, then faltered.
What was there to say? In the last few days he had gotten lonely? That wasn't quite the whole of it. What had happened was not a closing of himself, but an opening. Possibilities he hadn't truly considered since his time with Zenais. He liked to believe he had changed tremendously since those days. He was trapped between the knowledge that one can't fix the past and the fear that one might nonetheless still somehow repeat it. He hesitated at the thought he might drive her off and thrilled in the knowledge that she was one of the most incredible people he had met of late.
"There's not enough time. For you--for us. I don't know how to hold on to it all." he finished.
He was aware by now that it probably didn't entirely make sense. He had known that was likely when he first rode to collect her from her home. But he was trying to communicate with more than just words. He needed to. She was leaned against him her back against his chest. The scent of her hair filling his nostrils the way the sight of her in the bedroom now threatened to fill his imagination. If she was who he thought, she might be able to hear all the things he wasn't saying. Some of it he didn't even know the whole of himself. There was too much chaos. He was only sure that he wanted to be here, with her in is arms, the warmth of one another's body their only comfort. The only certainty that he never wanted to let go.
