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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 14:31:45 GMT -5
He had decided after coming in from patrol last night. The constant barrage of threat from Xcor and the Bastards could not, and would not continue. A member of the Glymera had once again received a box of lesser parts, as a promotion that the Bastards could do a better job than the Brotherhood.
And it was causing issues for Wrath. That too, must end. Being the king of the race was difficult enough.
He smelt her sweet scent when she entered their room, but kept his back to her, still packing his duffelbag with clothes and gear.
"Leelan." Brows cranked down, as he had put off telling her, his resolve held in check until the daily meeting with Wrath after last meal earlier. Now that resolve was driving his actions.
And he had no choice as she walked over, he keeping his eyes nailed on his task to avoid her beautiful grey gaze. Knowing the questions he would see there.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 30, 2012 14:40:43 GMT -5
Smiled, holding the small pouch in her hands. " Nallum, I have..." She trailed off as she saw his things on the bed, and walked up next to him. Frowning, she looked down at his task, confirming her suspicions at first glance as she watched his hands move mechanically to fill his duffel. She tried finding the azure gaze she so cherished, but it, rather studiously, she thought, failed to meet hers, and her brows started coming together. " Nallum...?"  |
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 14:50:38 GMT -5
Stopped and zipped the zipper of the bag, pulling the strap up to secure and turned to face her, "I am going away for a few days." His eyes flitted to hers and then away as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Business for Wrath."
He had hoped that would be all that needed to be said; but he knew his leelan, his Autumn had found her backbone and then some. And most days he loved that she had, but today? Mayhaps would not be one of those days.
He looked down and saw the pouch in her hand and raised a brow, "Leelan?"
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 30, 2012 14:57:30 GMT -5
Taking in his closed-off stance, he seemed as though on guard. Strange that he should be so with her, she thought. And that he should be only now, as he was leaving, mentioning it to her. Unable to leave it where he clearly meant to, she decided the matter needed further pressing. She looked down at the pouch so carefully, protectively cradled in her hands. One thumb holding it in place, as the other stroked it lightly.
"What business have you that should take you away so abruptly?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:12:00 GMT -5
He dropped his arms, fingers falling to trail along the cold metal of the closure of the bag. His brows went down, mouth formed a thin line and he looked up to meet her eyes.
Then reached over to place his fingers over hers on the pouch, "First, tell me what we have here? Before I am forced to tell you that I am going after Xcor. "
Met her eyes. "Carrying out the royal decree."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:22:09 GMT -5
Her jaw dropped a fraction, her lips parting in shock, and she nearly dropped the pouch, before clasping it tighter in her fingers. "You...Xcor?" Her jaw came up again, set, her brows coming together once again. "Why?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:27:47 GMT -5
"Why leelan? Why not? Do we wait until the wolves are at our very doors? They have shown they have no honor. They have attacked our loved ones. Have enlisted with our enemies to wipe out our King. I see more reasons to hunt the son of a bitch down that I see to sit here and wait for him to do the same with us."
He blew out the aggression, closing his eyes to calm and opened them once again to look into hers, "The King has decreed that I am the only one that can kill him. I will see that the decree is carried out. Waiting will only bring more threat."
Reached over to rub his fingers along her jaw, "I will not wait until he has harmed mine leelan. Now, tell me love mine, what have thee in the pouch?"
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:39:13 GMT -5
Lifting her chin brought it away from the touch of his fingers, which did not follow. "Nothing of importance," as she flung it to him, her hand hitting the warm solid wall of his chest, and lingering there with the pouch a moment. Moving away from his touch was more of a struggle than her cursed leg was with overuse, but she squared her shoulders as she took a small step back, releasing the pouch and shaking her head.
"So, what. Am I then to smile and wave you off as you put yourself in a place to be harmed? Again? What send-off am I to give mine rahlman as he, to use your own words, throws himself to the 'wolves'?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:44:58 GMT -5
He knew it was going to go like this; hence the delay in telling her. Sighing, caught the pouch, and held in one hand. He then crossed his arms, legs braced, jaw tight, "Would prefer I learn to cook in the kitchen with the doggens? Perhaps take up knitting? What about badmitten?"
Smirked, "I am a warrior leelan. I am the leader, the leader of the Brotherhood. And my King, Our Race's King, has decreed that Xcor must die at my hand. I will not simply hope he goes away, apologizes for trying to kill us all and we sit and watch Oprah with glow worm.
This is war Autumn. Something you may not be acquainted with. But for me? It is a very large part of my life. Of who I am."
Opened the pouch and poured the contents in his hand. Inside was a ring, made of black steel and silver metal. A matching black diamonds adorned the smooth band. He held it up in his finger and thumb, admiring it.
"You bought this? For me Autumn?" She refused to look his way as he reached over and grabbed his duffle, "Why?"
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 30, 2012 15:54:04 GMT -5
Clenched her jaw, working as she sought to find her words, but she didn't know where to begin. She took insult to his jab about the noble doggen, whom she assisted still, and he was a fool if he believed that war took no toll on those who didn't fight. She may not be a Brother, nor participate in the battles against the lessers or the Bastards, but there was more than one kind of war, and she had much knowledge of her own nature of it. "Because, mine rahlman...I love thee. You've given me much, from the first day of our meeting...and since then I have taken much, giving little in return. Verily, it is not much, and does not begin to repay my debt, nor to express the gratitude..." Then quietly, "or love, that I feel for you. But I felt this small token was yet a start in the right direction, something I could give to you, rather than take from you." She looked at the tight cords of steel that ran around and through the dark metal of the ring, above and below the surface...symbolic in so many ways at the time she gave the careful specifications, the ring designed specially by her for him. Now...she shook her head. It mattered not. Or so she insisted, though her heart protested the lie.  Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door and opened it for him. "Very well, then. If you wish so much to leave here to chase down your wolves as if there will not be more lurking in the forest, then so be it. I would never keep you against your will where you did not wish to be." |
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 30, 2012 16:03:29 GMT -5
Her hurt emotions tainted the air and hit him as if she had slapped him. Pausing in front of her, dropped his bag and reached out to cup her chin, feeling resistance and then she let him guide her gaze, "Autumn. I know." Gave her a soft smile, "I'll be careful." He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, again resistence, but he wanted his taste to be on her lips, and hers to be on his when he walked out that door.
He held up the ring, admiring it once more. "It is lovely and perfect leelan. Strong, and bound as we are." He took her hand and placed it in her palm. "Would shellan mine if the Scribe Virgin allows, please place on her hellren of the same? For without your touch to warm it, and place it home? It serves no purpose."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on May 31, 2012 3:20:08 GMT -5
She stood there, looking at the ring in her palm. She knew it had been made the perfect size for its intended finger. She thought about just keeping it. Or flinging it at the bed. The floor. The wall. The hallway. The stubborn warrior before her.
She closed her fingers tight around the band, her jaw taut, her eyes becoming blurry, wet with the beginnings of tears. She closed them, a drop rolling slowly from each eye, down over her cheeks. Breathing deep and steadying herself, she lifted her chin and opened her eyes, their grey immediately finding his navy, as she lifted the hand holding the ring.
And moving it to her fingers, moved it toward her other hand, which held his, to slide the now-warm black circle around his thumb, leaving the more meaningful finger free for a mating band. Her hands shaking, she lowered her head and kissed it, their gazes remaining locked as her lips brushed both metal and flesh.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on May 31, 2012 3:29:59 GMT -5
"You are such a female of worth." Cupping her face, lowered his head to hers, claiming her mouth gently, thumbs brushing away the tears that coursed down her cheeks, one hand sliding to cup the nape of her neck to increase the kiss. How this female made him feel, was like needing air to breath.
Breaking the kiss, placed his forehead on hers, "I love thee deeply Autumn. More each day, but please leelan, this I must do. For us. For our future. And for the Brotherhood." He lifted his head bringing his thumb to lick her tears from it and kissed her once again.
Hesitating, bent down and picked up his bag and softly, "I shall return in a mere few days. I promise thee." Then placing one more kiss on her sweet lips, he turned on his heel, marched down the stairs, pulling out his phone to send Xhex a text:
I need to find Xcor. You found him once before. I need his location once again. When? Yesterday. I shall be in the TC office until shutter rise.
Sent a second text to Brother Zee:
TC office. First available. Important. And soon.
Headed down to the TC office, plans and tactics running in his head, glad to have the task at hand. And welcoming the blood thrill of the hunt.
He was, after all, a warrior. It had been far too long since he felt as such.
And he welcomed the feeling back to its core.
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