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homeless_pard) wrote2022-01-31 12:42 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2022-01-31 12:42 pm
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Life rarely cooperates with our desires.
Who: Khemrys, assorted
When: Six months into dating Jason.
What: Her first trip home since her arrival.
She recalled the last thing her friends had said, Beryl had told her to enjoy the date, Nathaniel had whistled teasingly and said she looked good, and that was what she had to remember them by as ran pelted down from above in yet another round of fall storms.
The date had been fun, honestly, to a point. Jason had approved of her outfit, she could tell by the curve of his smile and the fact he kept sneaking glances at her as he drove. And well he should, in Beryl's words, she'd adopted some corsetry into her date dresses, and lighter skirts, but still soft and touchable, and her boots laced well and high up the legs visible through various slits in peeks and moments.
A dancing dress, mayhap, for the newer dances they still were teaching at the Circus. There was a club in the next city over Jason wanted to 'research' but no reason not to mix dating with business so they'd set out early to see a museum and the take a meal...
...that had been the plan anyway.
"You should come in out of the rain, lady," a voice murmured behind her.
She shifted slightly, water creasing off the oiled hood of the cape she wore, "in a moment," she sighed. "Do not worry for me."
The scholar she'd been traveling with sighed, "worry is warranted when you look like a tragic illustration in the doorway, lady."
"I miss my home and friends," she sighed. "Allow me that."
"Still?"
"And should such as matter be forgotten in a mere two years?" she countered, a small thread of anger warming her against the damp chill.
"No, never," he sighed, "but you've a life to live of your own as well...here." With...new friends.
Ah yes, the lonely scholar. She'd no doubt laugh later about such, but she'd landed in an old keep where a single man rattled around, taking rubbings and analyzing pre-chaos war history but...he'd jumped at the chance to potentially locate functional gates when she couldn't get the one she arrived through to open again.
And my she had been quite angry when the stone arch in the garden of the ruins had refused to let her return to the museum she'd been taken from. Three months of trying and research before she'd determined it would be necessary to travel to the one she KNEW led to the park on Jason's world.
The only problem being she hadn't exactly been able to draw a map upon her first journey there. And while her companion was actually delighted by her ability toy shapeshift and had many theories about her, essentially, breaking her own bloodline restrictions with her nascent healing abilities, well, it was not best for others in Arvon to know of her ability.
It slowed things, monthly, when they dared not travel in settled lands. Of a certainty her healing ability set them in good stead for travel goods, clothing and food ere easy to trade for health, but it also added complications of people wishing her to stay.
For all Jason's world confused her many days even yet, she had forgotten the burden of expectation every person seemed to have in her own world.
It was exhausting.
Much like the Scholar Nenniv's hopeful attentions.
It made it much easier to stand in the rain outside the small cottage that had been granted them for an evening after she'd healed a harvest injury. Easier to stand and remember those she wished to return to; her own high lord, her friends, her companion in stillwork, and Jason...
Thankfully the rain passed by morning and they were traveling again, they'd been walking the edges of the wastes, hoping to chance upon the route she recalled from her flight, and thankfully they had traced it, they were near two years from her arrival now but the land was finally growing hilly and rocky again. She last remembered scrambling up these stones on four exhausted, feet, and while her two now were no less sore from travel, they at least were shod in abused boots and not bleeding. "There's a path I believe ne-" the call died in her throat as she turned back to spy a dark horse wandering up to the stones below, the rider upon it looking up at her and waving the scholar over to speak.
No.
No.
She didn't need to hear Nenniv's scream to run in order to start moving. However the word had spread didn't matter now, the Hunter had come to check the rumors, and again escape would be found in running...
...she tore up the path, boots skidding and sliding, a sole splitting entire on a sharper stone, but it mattered not if she could reach the cave.
He tried to stop her, how not? The dart gun she'd feared in the Hunt was raised behind her, she could hear darts ping and ricochet around her, stone chips flying from the metal shafts...thankfully the one that finally caught her, tip grounded in her shoulderblade, spun her into the crevasse where her way home lay.
Thank all the Powers honestly, she gasped, fingers, slamming against unyielding stone for a brief moment before she was falling through and down upon the piled stones of a world that smelled far different from the old, misty winds of Arvon.
She was...just going to rest a bit honestly. Darts were...far from a joke yes. Idly as she closed her eyes she wondered how long it had been in this world rather than her own...
When: Six months into dating Jason.
What: Her first trip home since her arrival.
She recalled the last thing her friends had said, Beryl had told her to enjoy the date, Nathaniel had whistled teasingly and said she looked good, and that was what she had to remember them by as ran pelted down from above in yet another round of fall storms.
The date had been fun, honestly, to a point. Jason had approved of her outfit, she could tell by the curve of his smile and the fact he kept sneaking glances at her as he drove. And well he should, in Beryl's words, she'd adopted some corsetry into her date dresses, and lighter skirts, but still soft and touchable, and her boots laced well and high up the legs visible through various slits in peeks and moments.
A dancing dress, mayhap, for the newer dances they still were teaching at the Circus. There was a club in the next city over Jason wanted to 'research' but no reason not to mix dating with business so they'd set out early to see a museum and the take a meal...
...that had been the plan anyway.
"You should come in out of the rain, lady," a voice murmured behind her.
She shifted slightly, water creasing off the oiled hood of the cape she wore, "in a moment," she sighed. "Do not worry for me."
The scholar she'd been traveling with sighed, "worry is warranted when you look like a tragic illustration in the doorway, lady."
"I miss my home and friends," she sighed. "Allow me that."
"Still?"
"And should such as matter be forgotten in a mere two years?" she countered, a small thread of anger warming her against the damp chill.
"No, never," he sighed, "but you've a life to live of your own as well...here." With...new friends.
Ah yes, the lonely scholar. She'd no doubt laugh later about such, but she'd landed in an old keep where a single man rattled around, taking rubbings and analyzing pre-chaos war history but...he'd jumped at the chance to potentially locate functional gates when she couldn't get the one she arrived through to open again.
And my she had been quite angry when the stone arch in the garden of the ruins had refused to let her return to the museum she'd been taken from. Three months of trying and research before she'd determined it would be necessary to travel to the one she KNEW led to the park on Jason's world.
The only problem being she hadn't exactly been able to draw a map upon her first journey there. And while her companion was actually delighted by her ability toy shapeshift and had many theories about her, essentially, breaking her own bloodline restrictions with her nascent healing abilities, well, it was not best for others in Arvon to know of her ability.
It slowed things, monthly, when they dared not travel in settled lands. Of a certainty her healing ability set them in good stead for travel goods, clothing and food ere easy to trade for health, but it also added complications of people wishing her to stay.
For all Jason's world confused her many days even yet, she had forgotten the burden of expectation every person seemed to have in her own world.
It was exhausting.
Much like the Scholar Nenniv's hopeful attentions.
It made it much easier to stand in the rain outside the small cottage that had been granted them for an evening after she'd healed a harvest injury. Easier to stand and remember those she wished to return to; her own high lord, her friends, her companion in stillwork, and Jason...
Thankfully the rain passed by morning and they were traveling again, they'd been walking the edges of the wastes, hoping to chance upon the route she recalled from her flight, and thankfully they had traced it, they were near two years from her arrival now but the land was finally growing hilly and rocky again. She last remembered scrambling up these stones on four exhausted, feet, and while her two now were no less sore from travel, they at least were shod in abused boots and not bleeding. "There's a path I believe ne-" the call died in her throat as she turned back to spy a dark horse wandering up to the stones below, the rider upon it looking up at her and waving the scholar over to speak.
No.
No.
She didn't need to hear Nenniv's scream to run in order to start moving. However the word had spread didn't matter now, the Hunter had come to check the rumors, and again escape would be found in running...
...she tore up the path, boots skidding and sliding, a sole splitting entire on a sharper stone, but it mattered not if she could reach the cave.
He tried to stop her, how not? The dart gun she'd feared in the Hunt was raised behind her, she could hear darts ping and ricochet around her, stone chips flying from the metal shafts...thankfully the one that finally caught her, tip grounded in her shoulderblade, spun her into the crevasse where her way home lay.
Thank all the Powers honestly, she gasped, fingers, slamming against unyielding stone for a brief moment before she was falling through and down upon the piled stones of a world that smelled far different from the old, misty winds of Arvon.
She was...just going to rest a bit honestly. Darts were...far from a joke yes. Idly as she closed her eyes she wondered how long it had been in this world rather than her own...
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
"Hardly, lord, I'd have traveled longer at need," she sniffed. "And it was not desire but loneliness. He worked as a scholar alone..."
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
He shifted slightly behind her, gently pulling her further onto his lap so he could see her face, but being mindful of her shoulder. he reached up, his thumb lightly tracing her cheek. "I've missed you so much."
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
"And I you. And everyone. I am no longer used to the isolation of my old world i feel..."
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
And from the scent, Jason had been spending more than his fair share of time up here. On edge...and desperate.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
"Will you stay?"
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
He could hear Nathaniel making it a point to make his footfalls audible as he started back up the stairs. He stole another kiss from Khemrys, not really wanting to pull himself away from her just yet. "But I think everyone else is about to hit pause on that."
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
"It is no pause, my lord, as you are not leaving. Simply time shared with good friends."
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"We're bringing the food up, you guys ok up here?"
Jason gave him a smile. "Yeah, we're good. You think you can eat something, Khem?"
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"Good to hear, carrying it all back down would suck," Beryl noted from behind the leopard man.
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"So Chinese." So much Chinese.
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There was a teasing glint in his eye, remember that first time she'd arrived from her world, and how quickly he'd put his foot in it.
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"And you're adorable," Beryl snickered. "My phone is so full of pics of you two doing the lovey dovey thing."
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"I didn't peg you for a voyeur, Beryl," Jason teased. "Ok, load this one up with rice. I'll eat later: I don't want to move just yet."
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"One handed easy stuff first!" Beryle passed eggrolls and spring rolls as a matter of course! Then a mug was filled with soup!
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Jason may or not have been eyeing the egg rolls settled in front of Khemrys.
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...of course Khemrys was lifting the first one to Jason's lips. How not with looks like that?
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Nathaniel shook his head, laughing. "You two are being sickeningly cute." But he was here for it, and had no intention of looking away.
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Khem was blushing. HOW NOT?!
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He did, however, nuzzle close to her again, whispering softly. "Is it too much right now?" He wouldn't want to embarrass her, no matter how desperately he'd missed her.
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Yeah, she was lifting her good hand to hide her face a bit! "I...mayhap..." yes.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.
Re: Some ties are honored, some are severed.