`` all these thoughts are never resting !! [kishou

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] Taken aback by his words, Vee just blinked in shock a moment as he begun to walk away. Why did he suddenly think that changed things? The fact he suddenly seemed to think she cared about that hurt, but she had never been one to back down particularly quickly - at least, not without something potentially fatal involved, like the dragon. It took her a few moments to bring herself back from taking it personally and shoot forward, nearly stumbling but managing to catch her balance as she grabbed his arm, like he had hers the night before. He wasn't about to get her to let go until she got some sort of answer. What do you mean? When did that start to matter? You're far worse off than I am, so just let me look. She fought to keep the hurt out of her voice, though didn't fully manage it as she came around from behind him, still gripping his wrist in a firm, solid hold. Normally, she wouldn't have held so tight but she no longer knew if he was going to fight it or not. One look at his stomach confirmed that it really was bad - not going to be fatal unless it got infected, but that didn't stop her from worrying. The worry took precedent and her hand left his wrist to pull her cloak off, bundling it up before pressing it to his wounds, after gently pushing his hand off them. You should keep pressure on it, stop the bleeding. And sit down, your only going to make your heart pump more blood. If your not careful, you'll bleed out. Drawing solely on memories of medics, of course, though she said nothing. It may not be recent, but the principles still applied, surely. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] Kishou tried to jerk his arm away from Vitae as she latched on to it, just as he had done to her the night before. But instead of feeling a sense of deja vu, he felt a sense of bitterness, and that grew as she spoke. Those two-toned eyes of his, narrowed, focused on nothing particularly interesting on his right side. Grass, dirt, rocks, some bugs. But he wasn't thinking about any of those, he just allowed them to hold his attention, to avoid looking the other in the eyes. The demon's expression appeared far from angry though, the hurt showing visibly in the expression. That look gained a bout of confusion as the white-haired girl spoke though. She sounded worried, unlike before, when she had accentuated the word demon in that bitter-sounding voice. No sarcasm, no anger. "Why are you asking me that? You're the one who started taking what I am into account..." Those eyes of his glanced at Vitae, once more pulling against her grip. "Let me go!" He flinched at the touch of the cloak against the wounds, his teeth gritted and bared, more out of defense and the pain of the cloth against the wounds than the confusion of the while situation, like a cornered wild animal. "Why act like that and then act like you care?" His voice cracked in the slightest, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He didn't make any attempt to sit down or move from the spot he was in. He was definitely a stubborn one. ----- Words: Two Hundred Sixty Four [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] To her, he was talking nothing short of nonsense. She had said no such thing, and she simply shook her head at him, his words only making her even more concerned. She didn't pull away, despite his insistence for her to let go, instead putting a hand on his shoulder and, when he wavered, she pushed firmly, insistently, until he ended up on the ground, having made sure he lowered slowly. Clearly I'm not the only one who bumped my head, because last I checked, I was blacked out the entire time. People don't speak when they're unconscious, Kishou. She replied gently, putting a bit of pressure on the cloth covering his wounds. It would hurt, there was no doubt about that, but it would help in the end. Her eyes darted up then, looking around for something, anything that might help, letting the memories flood in. The mass amount of knowledge she opened herself up to left her with a headache, but she ignored it, reaching out to snaking a handful of some herbs which hardly looked appetizing at all, chewing on it since she had nothing to mash it up into. This'll probably sting, but it should stop the bleeding and keep out any dirt. She murmured softly, spitting it back into her hand, still grimacing slightly at the taste. She carefully pulled her cloak away, noting that at least the bleeding had already slowed, even if it certainly hadn't stopped. As gently as she could, she smeared the green paste on, fingers slipping through the slits in his shirt to spread it just a bit past where the skin had torn. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] Kishou looked thoroughly frustrated, hating the fact that Vitae had just had him sit down. He hadn't wanted to- he couldn't bare the idea that the other disliked him, was angry with him, anything of that aspect just because he was a demon. The thought was insane, it didn't seem like her, but he had heard it come straight from her mouth. He would have never believed it otherwise. Everything was getting more odd by the minute. What was the draca talking about? Unconscious? She had not been unconscious- and if she had been, it'd been for a very short time while he killed the dragon. So he'd correct her. Maybe she talked while unconscious? She said that people didn't but this all made him unsure of that. So he focused on her, surprised she had said his name. It wasn't often she said it- so it was weird to hear it. "You weren't unconscious. And you were... are... I dunno- but you're pissed at me. For saving you... and for being a demon apparently." There was a frustrated scoff released after those words he spoke, that hurt look adverting away quickly. But as he heard the next set of words, his gaze snapped back to her, wary and worried all at the same time. And she was right, it stung a whole shitload, the demon's fingers digging into his own legs as he forced himself to keep still. Having it spread just past where the skin had been torn open had him quivering more at the thought of it than the feel of it. "FUCK. Are you sure this is going to help it? It hurts like a motherfucker. UGH." Kishou was definitely very good at showing his displeasure. ----- Words: Three Hundred [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] He seemed insistent on bringing the topic up again, and still it made no sense to her - all she remembered was black, so how was it at all possible she had said what he seemed to think she had said? It just didn't work that way, not as far as she was aware, and she was aware of quite a few of the stranger things in life. So, when all he could do was blame her for something she didn't do and complain, she expected herself to get angry; instead, the only thing that flashed across her face was betrayal. He had made her trust him, then shoved it right in her face. If I cared so much about that, why didn't I just leave you in the fire last night, or let you die from hypothermia? Honestly. If you didn't want me around any more, all you had to do was say so. She replied, trying to keep her voice steady and managing until the last word, when it wavered and cracked. Still, though, her resolve itself didn't falter. She left the rest of the herb she'd grabbed at his side so he could use it if he wanted - she certainly didn't want him dead - then rose to her feet, purposely not looking at him. She knew if she did, she wouldn't actually leave. There's more there if you need them. You can follow the tunnel to the south straight out and follow the path back down the mountain if you want to leave. Her voice was quiet as she told him how to leave, against all better instinct. He could just as easily head back down the mountain and remind the people of where the Sanctuary was, send them up here. She'd be staying, they'd find her at the very least. It wouldn't end well for her, but she wasn't entirely sure she cared. It wasn't like she had much to look forward to in life; being alone all the time, leading a people she knew only through the memories of others. It wasn't anything she wanted, but she'd be stuck with it. Maybe it would be better if he told them where she was. The thought didn't stay in her mind long as she turned to walked away, the instant she did squeezing her eyes shut to trap the tears inside. It was one thing to leave those you thought you could trust based on a sudden doubt; another entirely to leave someone who had fought to earn your trust only to push it aside. --- ps: totally ended up listening to Taylor Swift's "The Other Side of the Door" this morning. And went "omg. it fits the situation perfectlyyyyy ". Just thought you should know --- [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] While Kishou was fantastic at showing his displeasure, Vitae was fantastic at making him feel like a complete and utter ass. And he really did, he felt like it was all his fault- like he'd been the one who had caused this whole rift in emotions, rift in friendship- whatever it was. But really, he'd only been trying to figure out what was going on and why the draca had been so weird just moments ago. But what truly made him feel the worst, was the If you didn't want me around any more, all you had to do was say so. Did she not realize it was nothing like that? He definitely wanted her around. When he didn't want people around, he made it clear, he didn't fuck with their emotions like this. Especially not with Vee. No way, it wouldn't happen. The demon opened his mouth to speak, but didn't do so in time before Vitae spoke again, with directions how to leave. How to leave? Raising quickly, he barely suppressed a cringe from the feeling of the wound stretching as he did, especially with the herbs on it. "Princ-Vee," He corrected himself quickly, knowing that now was not the time to call her such. "Look, I'm not saying that. I want you around me, more than anything, honestly." Desperation actually laced his voice as one hand went forward to grasp her arm, the grip not too hard, but hard enough to try to keep her there. "Please. I'm just confused. You really implied you didn't like me being a demon... I'm not saying it to try and get you away... I don't know why you said it, but you didn't seem yourself... I'm.. sorry. We can drop it if you'd like?" There, the apology, the demon looking quite and utterly honest from the desperation in his eyes. He almost hated this feeling. He had never liked 'relying' on people in any way, even if it wasn't really dependency, just maybe-love?. But he didn't want to lose her. No. Way. ----- Words: Three Hundred Sixty One [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She nearly spun on him again when he grabbed her wrist, though this time it wasn't instinct at all. But, she forced herself to stay still - deathly still, even, not unlike a statue - and waited. Simply waited. If it wasn't for a lack of other noise, she would have easily tuned him out, waited for him to let go, and walked away anyway. As it was, his voice drowned out anything else, especially with her fairly bad hearing. Even so, she was deadly silent for a few moments after he spoke. If he meant it about dropping the topic, she'd drop it alright. Right then and there. But that didn't mean she'd forget. She tore her arm from his grip, still facing away, mostly to hide the few tears that had managed to spill over despite her best efforts. Just sit down before you make it worse. There should be something to wrap it with in one of the rooms. I'll be back. She kept the emotion out of her voice as best she could, though it still shook ever so slightly. Grabbing the bow and a few of the scattered arrows, she slipped off through the trees. She stayed away longer than she had to, taking her time in hunting down something to eat. Though, of course, her distracted mind hadn't helped, making it far more difficult and she wound up having to make due with two rabbits instead of something that could feed her for a few days, like the deer. She found the cloth then, grabbing a few of the thin blankets to keep him warm - it would be stupid to try and get him down the mountain right now - plus an extra for wrapping the wound. A dagger, too, to make life easier, knowing the sword would be too long to be useful without her cutting herself. Only then did she head back, slowly, hoping he was still there, but knowing she'd taken enough time he might not be. The smell of a campfire filled her nostrils, though. He had stayed. She let out the sigh of relief now, while she wasn't in sight of him, and hurried up the last couple of feet until she reached him, dropping the rabbits and blankets, except the one, cutting off a long strip of it. She set that aside as she knelt next to him, chewing up more of the herb and pushing his shirt up to slather it on before wrapping the strip of cloth around and tying it. The wounds had stopped bleeding, as far as she could tell, but it couldn't hurt to be safe. Then, without a word, she set about prepping the rabbits - skinning them with practiced ease. When you had to do it to survive, you stopped seeing them as "adorable little creatures" when you were hungry, she had found. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] Kishou let go willingly as Vitae pulled her arm away from him, letting his hand drop loosely back to his side. He didn't let tears loose like the draca (accidentally) did- nor did he see them on her- but he felt just as heartbroken with the entire situation. And as more moments went by after the whole ordeal, he felt worse, and worse, wishing he hadn't even said anything about her responding bitterly to his demon blood. But how could he have not? For her to say that and then return to normal so easily, as if she hadn't said it, nor practically threatened him, he just didn't understand. And then the nerve to act as if she hadn't said it. But the demon couldn't bring himself to be actually angry with her. He just wished none of this had happened in the first place. Just sit down before you make it worse. There should be something to wrap it with in one of the rooms. I'll be back. He obeyed, wanting to try and get back on her good side. He hated being on the bad side of her, even though it wasn't completely awful. But he was definitely desperate for things to go back the way they were. "Alright... I'll be here." Slowly descending, he lowered himself to the ground, leaning against a towering tree that rested near them, watching the back of his princess as she left. It left him more than worried. What if she never came back? Left him here to rot? He could leave- but he didn't want to. And as the time passed, he awaited miserably, feeling more and more like she wasn't returning. But then, right before he felt like he was waiting for nothing, he saw her come back, holding two rabbits and some blankets. He was relieved at the sight of her, the thought of food, and the fact that she would not have to push her body temperature up tonight to keep him warm- the blankets would do that for him. He held in the sigh of relief, and was unable to hold in a surprised blush as she put those herbs that were oh-so-painful on the wound and wrapped it up. With his shirt up. It was feeling a whole lot better from when he'd first received it. "Thanks," he spoke, voice soft- almost surprisingly so. The grateful thank's was for not only wrapping his wound, but for coming back- not that she would know that probably. But he was definitely glad she hadn't left. ----- Words: Four Hundred Forty Three [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She flashed him a quick smile, though it only lasted a moment as she let a fire flare up, planting the blunt ends of the remaining arrows in the ground, skewering chunks of meat on the arrowheads, leaving them to cook near the fire. Instead of finding water with which to wash her hands - the amount of water contacting her hands in such an event would surely kill her anyway - she slid her hands into the fire, reveling in the warmth. She could die from a fever too high, yes, but she was generally fireproof for short enough periods of time, and the intense heat killed bacteria far easier than water alone did. Only then, when it would take some time to cook, did she move back, leaning against the tree next to him, eyes closing a moment as she finally had nothing to distract her from the sharp pain in her back and the headache pounding in her head. She sighed softly, letting her eyes open again a moment later, glancing over at him. She was tempted to bring up the topic that had caused a rift between them, try to figure out why she didn't remember, but something told her it wouldn't help. She'd have to figure it out on her own. She, instead, remembering how easy it had been to get comfortable curled up at his side, did just that, moving slowly and carefully so as not to hurt him, resting her head on his shoulder. It took a few moments before she spoke again. I'm sorry. The words were soft spoken and she didn't glance up as she said them, though they were certainly heartfelt. He could take it as an apology for what she had supposedly said, if he wanted, even if she would continue to swear she had never said it. But, she didn't bring that up. Instead, she brought a hand up, daring to curl her hand around his. I should have just walked away last night. None of this would have happened. The fire, the dragon... None of it. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] Kishou was relieved to see a smile, even if it was short-lived. He smiled in return, only for a shocked look to cross his face. She was sticking her hands in the fire!? Was she insane?! He was about to state the complete obvious and insist she stop, when he remembered that she was a draca, and they had to be at least a bit fire-proof for her to stick her hands in those flames unworriedly. And his suspicions were confirmed as Vitae seemed unharmed and calm. A very soft, and most likely unheard by those poor draca ears of hers, sigh of relief released itself from his mouth. And then his breath hitched- surprised that Vitae was curling up against him again. Slowly, his lips curled into that crooked smile of his. His eyes slowly lidded, mere slits to watch his princess. Of course, the look was not that of anger or any of the sort, but of a content feeling. Relieved. Happy almost. The demon would have wrapped one arm around her, but her hand made it to his first, just after she apologized. Apologized? Was she apologizing for what she had said- meaning she admitted saying it- or for the whole situation? He wouldn't jump to conclusions, his hand turning upwards so their hands would be palm-to-palm. "It's fine, don't worry `bout it." He lifted an eyebrow, partially confused by her next statement. "What do you mean? Walked away?" ----- Words: Two Hundred Forty Nine [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] In the abandoned railroad tunnel. We could have just as easily gone separate ways, you know. She replied softly, eyes on the cooking meat. Partly to keep an eye on it so it didn't overcook - as would be her excuse - though mostly just because talking about serious stuff like this simply made it harder to look in anyone's eyes, especially when it was something related to them personally. At least, that's what she found. She bit her lip a moment before continuing. I've stuck you in a situation where you could have died three times now. And it hasn't even been twenty four hours. She, quite honestly, felt terrible about it. After all, if he'd never met her, he wouldn't have been in those situations. If she had walked away and found her own place to spend the night, she wouldn't have accidentally burned his to the ground, so they wouldn't have come here and almost froze to death, and they wouldn't have run into the dragon. In her mind, it made perfect sense. She was the root of each and every problem; and although she wouldn't let that ruin her day entirely, she wasn't above apologizing when she deemed it necessary. Almost getting someone killed seemed to be one of those situations. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] An eyebrow was lifted as Vitae explained what she meant by what she had said mere moments ago. For a while, he remained serious, just watching her with those two-toned eyes, as if he was never going to reply. Just watch her. But after what probably seemed forever, a noise left Kishou's throat. Laughter. He was laughing, not unlike the time they met in the railway tunnel. Except this time, it sounded genuine and not as insane as before, almost heartfelt- if laughter could sounds as such. A hand went to his wound, as if the laughter hurt it- which it didn't exactly feel good, just uncomfortable with the movements laughter caused. The herbs had certainly helped, though it hadn't initially felt like it. And as that laughter faded, the smile remained, his eyes locking on to Vee's very unique red ones. "Well I'm glad we didn't walk away or go our separate ways. Whatever. Seriously, don't worry about it. It's not really your fault, at least I never imagined you at fault. Even if you think it is, I don't care, you can't think that way. Cause it's been kinda fun." A grin spread from what seemed like ear-to-ear. "If I felt it was your fault, I would have made my leave by now. I wouldn't have waited for you. But I did. And I would have waited for days if I had to." His voice was genuine, as was the goofy, crooked grin that remained on his face, though he had finished talking. ----- Words: Two Hundred Seventy [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] The laughter had startled her, causing her to look up rather quickly. The rapid movement made her head spin a moment, and by the time she'd focused again the laughter was fading, though the creases and such it had caused stayed as he spoke. She blinked, staring at him like he was an idiot up until that last sentence - and that was when she started turning redder with each and every word, her body temperature rising of its own accord with each shade of red. By the time he'd finished the last phrase, she was looking away again, probably noticeably warmer at this point, and as the last word escaped his mouth, she darted forward to the cooking meal intent on checking it. One could almost swear her life intended on it, as she carefully turned each chunk of meat so that it would cook as evenly as possible. Theoretically, she could eat it raw - she was genetically part dragon, lets be honest here - but she had never dared try it and was rather disgusted by the mere thought of eating raw meat. Of course, she wasn't even thinking on it in any manner as she turned the meat, teeth digging into her lower lip as a distraction, though her mind raced with the millions of possible answers to her only question; why? Not that she'd ever ask it. That would be taking something for granted, and she had manners, had been taught to never, ever do that. So she stayed quiet, trying to quell the incessant need to know. She didn't even really know why it was so important to know, either. She certainly hadn't really cared why last night when he'd offered her a place to sleep. Still, she managed to get a handle back on her temperature even if her face was still rather pink. She examined the meat one last time, even though experience of her own told her it was certainly done, based on how hot the fire was and how thick the meat was. She quieted the fire, pulling the arrows out of the ground and bringing them over, partially as an opportunity to change the subject. Handing one to him, she kept one for herself, sticking the others back in the ground so that dirt didn't get all over the food. Here. She didn't quite trust her voice to say much more than that at this moment, so she settled for just one word before settling back against the tree, still next to him, though her side certainly wasn't quite brushing his this time - the difference was small, but potentially noticeable. If he asked, it would be a matter of politely pointing out that they were eating and at least some vague form of etiquette should be required. It would at least buy her a bit of time to figure it all out, she hoped. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] Some guys may have been offended by the silent and flustered reaction he had just received, the obvious avoidance of answering what he had just said, but Kishou did not in the slightest. He just smiled at her actions, figuring it was just her embarrassment. Her body temperature had physically warmed to the point he could tell the difference, even with those blankets on him. And he was sure she was not that interested in whether the rabbit was cooked thoroughly or not. "Thank you very much." The phrase was genuine, though the words themselves were habit. Not many people took the time to say four words in 'thanks;' most only took enough time to say just 'thanks' or 'thank you.' Kishou, however, was not one of those 'most.' A grateful smile was given to Vitae as he took the rabbit when it was handed to him. He'd never eaten rabbit before, so he knew this would be interesting. It smelled pretty damn good, he just had to not think of it as an adorable little pet. So he took an eager bite, and was pleased to find that it tasted pretty good. Not quite like beef, and not quite like fowl. A different, but pleasing taste all it's own. He didn't blatantly question the slight, obvious distance between the two of them now, holding a smile on his face. He could only assume what she was thinking- but he had a slight idea. And those playfully cocky thoughts that surfaced at many times in his life wanted to show themselves. "What, do I smell bad or something?" A grin spread on his face, eyes holding a playful glint. ----- Words: Two Hundred Eighty Two A little crappy... o.e And rambly. I'm so distracted ATM. XD Sorry! ♥ [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She'd been in the middle of chewing a bite when he spoke again and she nearly choked on it in an attempt not to laugh a bit, swallowing quickly and coughing for a moment before she could properly clear her throat. Even then, she shifted a bit, feeling bad now that he'd bothered to mention the gap. No... I just.... I figured elbow space would be nice... Eating and all... She had never claimed to be the best liar, and she, in fact, wasn't particularly good at it at all. Avoiding things with truth, yes, like a quick subject switch. Lying, however, was not quite so easy. She quickly covered it up - or tried to - with another bite so that at least she could have an excuse to not speak right away if he said anything about it. She was so busy looking away, in fact, that she had never even noticed the playful aspect to it. Not that it would have changed her reaction much. [/scrolly]