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'...Why do I like being in your company, though I hate almost everyone else's?' Why, indeed. Honestly, the shadow walker had no answers to this. Though he was beginning to feel the same way, even if it was faint. He did not pity this girl. He did not feel the animosity those girls displayed towards her. He was intrigued by her if anything else. Certainly attracted to her beauty, but he would not act on it, sensing her innocence in the matter. She thought him a god, there was no way she had much, if any, experience in the carnal ways of men. But as he thought of how he'd gripped his dagger up in the tree and the way he'd caught her from falling before that. The mercenary realized that she was right. He would not hurt Kalliope. Not physically anyway. He chewed on his lower lip as he pondered this. Perhaps... she would not reveal him to anyone if she felt as safe with him as she claimed. On impulse, he slid across the stone bench, until they were sitting with just inches between them. He reached across her lap and let his fingers slightly glide across the delicate strings of the lyre.
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'...Why do I like being in your company, though I hate almost everyone else's?' Why, indeed. Honestly, the shadow walker had no answers to this. Though he was beginning to feel the same way, even if it was faint. He did not pity this girl. He did not feel the animosity those girls displayed towards her. He was intrigued by her if anything else. Certainly attracted to her beauty, but he would not act on it, sensing her innocence in the matter. She thought him a god, there was no way she had much, if any, experience in the carnal ways of men. But as he thought of how he'd gripped his dagger up in the tree and the way he'd caught her from falling before that. The mercenary realized that she was right. He would not hurt Kalliope. Not physically anyway. He chewed on his lower lip as he pondered this. Perhaps... she would not reveal him to anyone if she felt as safe with him as she claimed. On impulse, he slid across the stone bench, until they were sitting with just inches between them. He reached across her lap and let his fingers slightly glide across the delicate strings of the lyre.
'...Why do I like being in your company, though I hate almost everyone else's?' Why, indeed. Honestly, the shadow walker had no answers to this. Though he was beginning to feel the same way, even if it was faint. He did not pity this girl. He did not feel the animosity those girls displayed towards her. He was intrigued by her if anything else. Certainly attracted to her beauty, but he would not act on it, sensing her innocence in the matter. She thought him a god, there was no way she had much, if any, experience in the carnal ways of men. But as he thought of how he'd gripped his dagger up in the tree and the way he'd caught her from falling before that. The mercenary realized that she was right. He would not hurt Kalliope. Not physically anyway. He chewed on his lower lip as he pondered this. Perhaps... she would not reveal him to anyone if she felt as safe with him as she claimed. On impulse, he slid across the stone bench, until they were sitting with just inches between them. He reached across her lap and let his fingers slightly glide across the delicate strings of the lyre.
The warmth increased, and the sound of her lyre playing mixed with his own as he thrummed the strings. Turning her head slightly to where she gathered him to be, Kalliope wondered what he was thinking at that moment, not even a clue about his other thoughts. If she did, she would have agreed that she did indeed have no experience where it came to men other than they stared at her when she played or sang, and when she was younger some even coveted her beauty. Thankfully her father always turned down those proposals.
In a soft voice, with her head still turned just slightly his way, she asked him; "If you could speak with me right now, would you?" A random question, but still went along the lines of how she admitted that she wished she could see him. His scent drew her in, almost like a rose for a bumblebee, making it to where she did not want to leave that spot they were in.
"Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?" She knew better than to think she was completely safe, but she held on to that feeling that this one was different.
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The warmth increased, and the sound of her lyre playing mixed with his own as he thrummed the strings. Turning her head slightly to where she gathered him to be, Kalliope wondered what he was thinking at that moment, not even a clue about his other thoughts. If she did, she would have agreed that she did indeed have no experience where it came to men other than they stared at her when she played or sang, and when she was younger some even coveted her beauty. Thankfully her father always turned down those proposals.
In a soft voice, with her head still turned just slightly his way, she asked him; "If you could speak with me right now, would you?" A random question, but still went along the lines of how she admitted that she wished she could see him. His scent drew her in, almost like a rose for a bumblebee, making it to where she did not want to leave that spot they were in.
"Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?" She knew better than to think she was completely safe, but she held on to that feeling that this one was different.
The warmth increased, and the sound of her lyre playing mixed with his own as he thrummed the strings. Turning her head slightly to where she gathered him to be, Kalliope wondered what he was thinking at that moment, not even a clue about his other thoughts. If she did, she would have agreed that she did indeed have no experience where it came to men other than they stared at her when she played or sang, and when she was younger some even coveted her beauty. Thankfully her father always turned down those proposals.
In a soft voice, with her head still turned just slightly his way, she asked him; "If you could speak with me right now, would you?" A random question, but still went along the lines of how she admitted that she wished she could see him. His scent drew her in, almost like a rose for a bumblebee, making it to where she did not want to leave that spot they were in.
"Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?" She knew better than to think she was completely safe, but she held on to that feeling that this one was different.
'If you could speak with me right now, would you?
He frowned at this question, hesitated before responding. Her face was turned towards him, and she leaned towards him as he debated how to respond. He rested his hand on the edge of her lyre and teased a single note. No. He was in this predicament because he'd refused to let her know he could speak. Because he did not particularly like speaking that much. He only did it when he needed to. Being raised in silence, being punished for uttering a single sound, did that to a man. She was so close to him now. Closer than they had been up to now, even when they'd briefly touched - for this seemed more... intimate somehow.
'Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?'
His eyes fell to her lips as she spoke. His throat grew dry as he let out a slightly unsteady breath at her nearness. Yes. Two notes rang out into the silence around them. She shouldn't feel safe with him. If she only knew who he really was, she would run screaming from his presence. She was not stupid. She was naive. He plucked a third note. No. He would not physically harm her. But she was far from safe associating with a killer. Why did she have to be so close to him? Clouding his mind, confusing him? What spell has she cast on him with her music?! He let out another breath, his nose nearly touching hers, barely a papers width between their shoulders and thighs.
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'If you could speak with me right now, would you?
He frowned at this question, hesitated before responding. Her face was turned towards him, and she leaned towards him as he debated how to respond. He rested his hand on the edge of her lyre and teased a single note. No. He was in this predicament because he'd refused to let her know he could speak. Because he did not particularly like speaking that much. He only did it when he needed to. Being raised in silence, being punished for uttering a single sound, did that to a man. She was so close to him now. Closer than they had been up to now, even when they'd briefly touched - for this seemed more... intimate somehow.
'Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?'
His eyes fell to her lips as she spoke. His throat grew dry as he let out a slightly unsteady breath at her nearness. Yes. Two notes rang out into the silence around them. She shouldn't feel safe with him. If she only knew who he really was, she would run screaming from his presence. She was not stupid. She was naive. He plucked a third note. No. He would not physically harm her. But she was far from safe associating with a killer. Why did she have to be so close to him? Clouding his mind, confusing him? What spell has she cast on him with her music?! He let out another breath, his nose nearly touching hers, barely a papers width between their shoulders and thighs.
'If you could speak with me right now, would you?
He frowned at this question, hesitated before responding. Her face was turned towards him, and she leaned towards him as he debated how to respond. He rested his hand on the edge of her lyre and teased a single note. No. He was in this predicament because he'd refused to let her know he could speak. Because he did not particularly like speaking that much. He only did it when he needed to. Being raised in silence, being punished for uttering a single sound, did that to a man. She was so close to him now. Closer than they had been up to now, even when they'd briefly touched - for this seemed more... intimate somehow.
'Tell me, am I stupid for feeling a little safe with you?'
His eyes fell to her lips as she spoke. His throat grew dry as he let out a slightly unsteady breath at her nearness. Yes. Two notes rang out into the silence around them. She shouldn't feel safe with him. If she only knew who he really was, she would run screaming from his presence. She was not stupid. She was naive. He plucked a third note. No. He would not physically harm her. But she was far from safe associating with a killer. Why did she have to be so close to him? Clouding his mind, confusing him? What spell has she cast on him with her music?! He let out another breath, his nose nearly touching hers, barely a papers width between their shoulders and thighs.
When the note rang out that he would not speak to her if he could, the thought came to her, could he? "Can you actually speak, if you wanted too?" A thought that teased her mind as she wondered if he could or could not. Here she was, a trusting fool for thinking he was being honest, and there was a chance that he lied to her.
Her next question got a confusing response, first saying yes and then a no. Did he not know himself? "So I am but I'm not stupid for feeling even the smallest bit safe with you. Where, if you wanted to kill me, it is not like I am a hard target for a silent one such as yourself. If you wanted to hurt me, you never would have caught me when my own feet tripped me up. But I understand." Still, Kalliope did not move as his heat soaked through her, wrapping around her till she felt like she was entranced just by his very nearness. What was it about him? She could feel his soft breath against her face, feeling like if she moved even a hair's width, this magnetic feeling would float away like a mist in the morning. Why had no one else ever pulled her in before like this, and yet this man, he truly was her own personal sun that drew her in and warmed her threw and through. If he wondered about her scent comment before, he should have no doubts that she did not hate it, having not moved away at all the closer he got.
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When the note rang out that he would not speak to her if he could, the thought came to her, could he? "Can you actually speak, if you wanted too?" A thought that teased her mind as she wondered if he could or could not. Here she was, a trusting fool for thinking he was being honest, and there was a chance that he lied to her.
Her next question got a confusing response, first saying yes and then a no. Did he not know himself? "So I am but I'm not stupid for feeling even the smallest bit safe with you. Where, if you wanted to kill me, it is not like I am a hard target for a silent one such as yourself. If you wanted to hurt me, you never would have caught me when my own feet tripped me up. But I understand." Still, Kalliope did not move as his heat soaked through her, wrapping around her till she felt like she was entranced just by his very nearness. What was it about him? She could feel his soft breath against her face, feeling like if she moved even a hair's width, this magnetic feeling would float away like a mist in the morning. Why had no one else ever pulled her in before like this, and yet this man, he truly was her own personal sun that drew her in and warmed her threw and through. If he wondered about her scent comment before, he should have no doubts that she did not hate it, having not moved away at all the closer he got.
When the note rang out that he would not speak to her if he could, the thought came to her, could he? "Can you actually speak, if you wanted too?" A thought that teased her mind as she wondered if he could or could not. Here she was, a trusting fool for thinking he was being honest, and there was a chance that he lied to her.
Her next question got a confusing response, first saying yes and then a no. Did he not know himself? "So I am but I'm not stupid for feeling even the smallest bit safe with you. Where, if you wanted to kill me, it is not like I am a hard target for a silent one such as yourself. If you wanted to hurt me, you never would have caught me when my own feet tripped me up. But I understand." Still, Kalliope did not move as his heat soaked through her, wrapping around her till she felt like she was entranced just by his very nearness. What was it about him? She could feel his soft breath against her face, feeling like if she moved even a hair's width, this magnetic feeling would float away like a mist in the morning. Why had no one else ever pulled her in before like this, and yet this man, he truly was her own personal sun that drew her in and warmed her threw and through. If he wondered about her scent comment before, he should have no doubts that she did not hate it, having not moved away at all the closer he got.
Kyros did not answer her question of him being able to speak. He didn't know how. Yes he could speak, he was capable of it. But he did not want to do so. Especially in this moment. He did not trust his own voice. Did not trust that she would not give him away if she heard him speak. He swallowed, his chest heaving with his ragged hesitant breath.
She was right of course. If he'd wanted her dead, she would be. She would never have known he was ever there at all. He had saved her from falling and getting injured. He still wasn't even sure why he'd done that. It had been instinct, a simple reaction. She was so close to him, he could feel her breath on his cheek. No... no she did not understand. Not one bit. All he needed do, was shift just the slightest, and his lips would cover hers. But did he dare? No... no he couldn't. Shouldn't. She was innocent. But when had that ever stopped him from taking what he wanted? He tilted his head to the side just slightly. A better angle for claiming the lips of a woman. But he did not move forward. Nor did he move away. He lifted a hand up, towards her face, his fingers hovering just before the smooth skin of her cheek. No. You do not understand, Kalliope. For not even I understand this power you wield over my very thoughts.
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Kyros did not answer her question of him being able to speak. He didn't know how. Yes he could speak, he was capable of it. But he did not want to do so. Especially in this moment. He did not trust his own voice. Did not trust that she would not give him away if she heard him speak. He swallowed, his chest heaving with his ragged hesitant breath.
She was right of course. If he'd wanted her dead, she would be. She would never have known he was ever there at all. He had saved her from falling and getting injured. He still wasn't even sure why he'd done that. It had been instinct, a simple reaction. She was so close to him, he could feel her breath on his cheek. No... no she did not understand. Not one bit. All he needed do, was shift just the slightest, and his lips would cover hers. But did he dare? No... no he couldn't. Shouldn't. She was innocent. But when had that ever stopped him from taking what he wanted? He tilted his head to the side just slightly. A better angle for claiming the lips of a woman. But he did not move forward. Nor did he move away. He lifted a hand up, towards her face, his fingers hovering just before the smooth skin of her cheek. No. You do not understand, Kalliope. For not even I understand this power you wield over my very thoughts.
Kyros did not answer her question of him being able to speak. He didn't know how. Yes he could speak, he was capable of it. But he did not want to do so. Especially in this moment. He did not trust his own voice. Did not trust that she would not give him away if she heard him speak. He swallowed, his chest heaving with his ragged hesitant breath.
She was right of course. If he'd wanted her dead, she would be. She would never have known he was ever there at all. He had saved her from falling and getting injured. He still wasn't even sure why he'd done that. It had been instinct, a simple reaction. She was so close to him, he could feel her breath on his cheek. No... no she did not understand. Not one bit. All he needed do, was shift just the slightest, and his lips would cover hers. But did he dare? No... no he couldn't. Shouldn't. She was innocent. But when had that ever stopped him from taking what he wanted? He tilted his head to the side just slightly. A better angle for claiming the lips of a woman. But he did not move forward. Nor did he move away. He lifted a hand up, towards her face, his fingers hovering just before the smooth skin of her cheek. No. You do not understand, Kalliope. For not even I understand this power you wield over my very thoughts.
He was silent to her question, an answer in and of itself. Why was he hiding from her then? It wasn't like she could give any secrets away, not that she would anyhow. There were reasons why she was considered a vault for information.
His breath sounded almost ragged as he was barely even inches from her. Was he studying her? Seeing her reactions? Why did she not move away from him? Kalliope wished desperately that she could see him, see his face to guess what he was thinking. A small statement about being stupid and feeling what she would call a small sense of safety with him. Kalliope did not include that she was drawn to him, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the heat of his very breath. She didn't realize that she did it but tilting her head just slightly, somehow made something touch her cheek. Kalliope didn't move as she realized it was warm fingers, reminding her of his grip when he handed her her lyre.
Now Kalliope did know a couple of things, having seen couples in the market and having read scrolls on romance. Was he about to kiss her? Did she want him too? In the end, she let her instincts guide her as she moved her cheek against his fingers and feeling their roughness, making her give him a small smile as her eyes closed.
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He was silent to her question, an answer in and of itself. Why was he hiding from her then? It wasn't like she could give any secrets away, not that she would anyhow. There were reasons why she was considered a vault for information.
His breath sounded almost ragged as he was barely even inches from her. Was he studying her? Seeing her reactions? Why did she not move away from him? Kalliope wished desperately that she could see him, see his face to guess what he was thinking. A small statement about being stupid and feeling what she would call a small sense of safety with him. Kalliope did not include that she was drawn to him, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the heat of his very breath. She didn't realize that she did it but tilting her head just slightly, somehow made something touch her cheek. Kalliope didn't move as she realized it was warm fingers, reminding her of his grip when he handed her her lyre.
Now Kalliope did know a couple of things, having seen couples in the market and having read scrolls on romance. Was he about to kiss her? Did she want him too? In the end, she let her instincts guide her as she moved her cheek against his fingers and feeling their roughness, making her give him a small smile as her eyes closed.
He was silent to her question, an answer in and of itself. Why was he hiding from her then? It wasn't like she could give any secrets away, not that she would anyhow. There were reasons why she was considered a vault for information.
His breath sounded almost ragged as he was barely even inches from her. Was he studying her? Seeing her reactions? Why did she not move away from him? Kalliope wished desperately that she could see him, see his face to guess what he was thinking. A small statement about being stupid and feeling what she would call a small sense of safety with him. Kalliope did not include that she was drawn to him, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the heat of his very breath. She didn't realize that she did it but tilting her head just slightly, somehow made something touch her cheek. Kalliope didn't move as she realized it was warm fingers, reminding her of his grip when he handed her her lyre.
Now Kalliope did know a couple of things, having seen couples in the market and having read scrolls on romance. Was he about to kiss her? Did she want him too? In the end, she let her instincts guide her as she moved her cheek against his fingers and feeling their roughness, making her give him a small smile as her eyes closed.
The deadly mercenary was not used to such gentleness, was not accustomed to this level of nearness to someone he was not lowering to the ground with a dagger in their back as he watched the light leave their eyes. His gaze on her full lips, his hand so close to her skin. His entire being felt wrapped up in her, except he wasn't actually touching her. Until she shifted the angle of her head and he felt his calloused fingers from years of weapons training rub roughly against the smooth skin of her cheek. His breath hitched at the suddenness of it, at the stark difference of textures. He nearly pulled away. Nearly. But the softness of her skin pulled him in. Instead of pulling away from her, he held his position and let his fingers caress her cheek. His eyes were hooded as he watched her, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. How was er skin so smooth? So soft? It felt so... he was suddenly very aware of how rough his hands were, the hands of a fighter, a killer. His touch should repulse someone so... so clean. But she thought him a god. He was no god. Far from it. He frowned as he watched her, his fingers pausing at the corner of her mouth.
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The deadly mercenary was not used to such gentleness, was not accustomed to this level of nearness to someone he was not lowering to the ground with a dagger in their back as he watched the light leave their eyes. His gaze on her full lips, his hand so close to her skin. His entire being felt wrapped up in her, except he wasn't actually touching her. Until she shifted the angle of her head and he felt his calloused fingers from years of weapons training rub roughly against the smooth skin of her cheek. His breath hitched at the suddenness of it, at the stark difference of textures. He nearly pulled away. Nearly. But the softness of her skin pulled him in. Instead of pulling away from her, he held his position and let his fingers caress her cheek. His eyes were hooded as he watched her, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. How was er skin so smooth? So soft? It felt so... he was suddenly very aware of how rough his hands were, the hands of a fighter, a killer. His touch should repulse someone so... so clean. But she thought him a god. He was no god. Far from it. He frowned as he watched her, his fingers pausing at the corner of her mouth.
The deadly mercenary was not used to such gentleness, was not accustomed to this level of nearness to someone he was not lowering to the ground with a dagger in their back as he watched the light leave their eyes. His gaze on her full lips, his hand so close to her skin. His entire being felt wrapped up in her, except he wasn't actually touching her. Until she shifted the angle of her head and he felt his calloused fingers from years of weapons training rub roughly against the smooth skin of her cheek. His breath hitched at the suddenness of it, at the stark difference of textures. He nearly pulled away. Nearly. But the softness of her skin pulled him in. Instead of pulling away from her, he held his position and let his fingers caress her cheek. His eyes were hooded as he watched her, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. How was er skin so smooth? So soft? It felt so... he was suddenly very aware of how rough his hands were, the hands of a fighter, a killer. His touch should repulse someone so... so clean. But she thought him a god. He was no god. Far from it. He frowned as he watched her, his fingers pausing at the corner of her mouth.
Kalliope was surprised when he did not pull away the moment her cheek met his fingers, he surprised her as his fingers moved, pausing at the corner of her mouth. Was he thinking about kissing her? Kalli never knew what a kiss was like other than the pecks that she got on the cheek from friends and family. Though she saw her parents sneak a kiss in the past and strangers in the market sharing an intimate moment that had Kalliope yearning for the feel that they eluded too.
Now, Kalliope took her figurative step forward as she lifted her hand, and hesitantly placed it against his bare arm. She moved slowly, remembering each ripple of muscle as her hand traveled against his warm skin. Right where she assumed his face would be, she paused, giving him a chance to stop her just as the very tips of her fingers brushed against his jawline, feeling the rough feeling tickle her fingertips.
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Kalliope was surprised when he did not pull away the moment her cheek met his fingers, he surprised her as his fingers moved, pausing at the corner of her mouth. Was he thinking about kissing her? Kalli never knew what a kiss was like other than the pecks that she got on the cheek from friends and family. Though she saw her parents sneak a kiss in the past and strangers in the market sharing an intimate moment that had Kalliope yearning for the feel that they eluded too.
Now, Kalliope took her figurative step forward as she lifted her hand, and hesitantly placed it against his bare arm. She moved slowly, remembering each ripple of muscle as her hand traveled against his warm skin. Right where she assumed his face would be, she paused, giving him a chance to stop her just as the very tips of her fingers brushed against his jawline, feeling the rough feeling tickle her fingertips.
Kalliope was surprised when he did not pull away the moment her cheek met his fingers, he surprised her as his fingers moved, pausing at the corner of her mouth. Was he thinking about kissing her? Kalli never knew what a kiss was like other than the pecks that she got on the cheek from friends and family. Though she saw her parents sneak a kiss in the past and strangers in the market sharing an intimate moment that had Kalliope yearning for the feel that they eluded too.
Now, Kalliope took her figurative step forward as she lifted her hand, and hesitantly placed it against his bare arm. She moved slowly, remembering each ripple of muscle as her hand traveled against his warm skin. Right where she assumed his face would be, she paused, giving him a chance to stop her just as the very tips of her fingers brushed against his jawline, feeling the rough feeling tickle her fingertips.
She didn't pull away. Why didn't she pull away? Kyros tensed at the feeling of her hand moving up his arm. What was she doing? His breath came quicker as he watched her hand near his face. Could he trust her? At least enough to allow her to touch his face? To 'see' him with her fingers. Everything in his screamed in protest. He couldn't do this. Shouldn't be doing this. He had a mission. He needed to stick to it. But she could be a way into the palace... If she touched his face, would she be able to describe what he looked like to the palace guards? Just as her fingertips brushed his chin, he pulled his hand from her face and wrapped his fingers around the wrist of her upraised hand. He touch was not rough, but it was firm. The spell had been broken by her touch yet again. He plucked a string with his other hand. No. I cannot let you see me like that. He needed to keep as much of himself hidden as he could. Stealth was his only ally. He pulled back from her, at last. Needing to put physical space between them. He lowered the hand he held of hers to her lyre and touched her fingers to the strings. Play for me. Please. He wanted her hands busy so she wouldn't reach for him. He even went so far as to stand from the bench and take a step away.
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She didn't pull away. Why didn't she pull away? Kyros tensed at the feeling of her hand moving up his arm. What was she doing? His breath came quicker as he watched her hand near his face. Could he trust her? At least enough to allow her to touch his face? To 'see' him with her fingers. Everything in his screamed in protest. He couldn't do this. Shouldn't be doing this. He had a mission. He needed to stick to it. But she could be a way into the palace... If she touched his face, would she be able to describe what he looked like to the palace guards? Just as her fingertips brushed his chin, he pulled his hand from her face and wrapped his fingers around the wrist of her upraised hand. He touch was not rough, but it was firm. The spell had been broken by her touch yet again. He plucked a string with his other hand. No. I cannot let you see me like that. He needed to keep as much of himself hidden as he could. Stealth was his only ally. He pulled back from her, at last. Needing to put physical space between them. He lowered the hand he held of hers to her lyre and touched her fingers to the strings. Play for me. Please. He wanted her hands busy so she wouldn't reach for him. He even went so far as to stand from the bench and take a step away.
She didn't pull away. Why didn't she pull away? Kyros tensed at the feeling of her hand moving up his arm. What was she doing? His breath came quicker as he watched her hand near his face. Could he trust her? At least enough to allow her to touch his face? To 'see' him with her fingers. Everything in his screamed in protest. He couldn't do this. Shouldn't be doing this. He had a mission. He needed to stick to it. But she could be a way into the palace... If she touched his face, would she be able to describe what he looked like to the palace guards? Just as her fingertips brushed his chin, he pulled his hand from her face and wrapped his fingers around the wrist of her upraised hand. He touch was not rough, but it was firm. The spell had been broken by her touch yet again. He plucked a string with his other hand. No. I cannot let you see me like that. He needed to keep as much of himself hidden as he could. Stealth was his only ally. He pulled back from her, at last. Needing to put physical space between them. He lowered the hand he held of hers to her lyre and touched her fingers to the strings. Play for me. Please. He wanted her hands busy so she wouldn't reach for him. He even went so far as to stand from the bench and take a step away.
Kalliope could feel the strength of his chin, the bristles that started a beard that made her blush. Everywhere that she started to see on him, his strength that she never saw anywhere outside of gladiators, had her feel almost like she was starting to overheat. So when he stopped her, his large hand wrapped around her own smaller one, in a small way Kalliope was grateful at the spell being broken.
Feeling him move away, placing her hand on her harp, and then stepped even further away from the bench. Kalli hoped and prayed to ANY god that was listening that he wasn't looking at her just now as she fanned herself for a moment. It took a moment before she could start playing. What in Hades name power did this man have over her?!
"I've never been closer Of trying to understand That certain feeling Carved by another's hand But it's too late to hesitate We can't keep on living like this There's nowhere safe to hide I can feel your presence But we've been waging war Since you fell from the heavens If you were to know my secret I wouldn't feel so shy Sometimes I think you can see it It's something I can't hide All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means."
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Kalliope could feel the strength of his chin, the bristles that started a beard that made her blush. Everywhere that she started to see on him, his strength that she never saw anywhere outside of gladiators, had her feel almost like she was starting to overheat. So when he stopped her, his large hand wrapped around her own smaller one, in a small way Kalliope was grateful at the spell being broken.
Feeling him move away, placing her hand on her harp, and then stepped even further away from the bench. Kalli hoped and prayed to ANY god that was listening that he wasn't looking at her just now as she fanned herself for a moment. It took a moment before she could start playing. What in Hades name power did this man have over her?!
"I've never been closer Of trying to understand That certain feeling Carved by another's hand But it's too late to hesitate We can't keep on living like this There's nowhere safe to hide I can feel your presence But we've been waging war Since you fell from the heavens If you were to know my secret I wouldn't feel so shy Sometimes I think you can see it It's something I can't hide All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means."
Kalliope could feel the strength of his chin, the bristles that started a beard that made her blush. Everywhere that she started to see on him, his strength that she never saw anywhere outside of gladiators, had her feel almost like she was starting to overheat. So when he stopped her, his large hand wrapped around her own smaller one, in a small way Kalliope was grateful at the spell being broken.
Feeling him move away, placing her hand on her harp, and then stepped even further away from the bench. Kalli hoped and prayed to ANY god that was listening that he wasn't looking at her just now as she fanned herself for a moment. It took a moment before she could start playing. What in Hades name power did this man have over her?!
"I've never been closer Of trying to understand That certain feeling Carved by another's hand But it's too late to hesitate We can't keep on living like this There's nowhere safe to hide I can feel your presence But we've been waging war Since you fell from the heavens If you were to know my secret I wouldn't feel so shy Sometimes I think you can see it It's something I can't hide All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means."
With space now between them, Kyros felt like he could actually breath. Deep breath in, his chest expanding as his lungs filled with the fresh air. Long slow breath out, expending all the air he could, emptying his lungs and shedding the strange feelings she had caused to bubble up within him. Deep breath in, and out again, as he listed to her skilled fingers caressing the lyre, teasing the strings. Her voice washed over him like a soothing rush of ocean waves. He felt more in control of himself now. In control of his actions and thoughts. His back had been to her as he'd fought with himself. Now he turned back to look upon this woman, this witch, that had snared him so completely. His grey eyes narrowed on her as he listened to the words of her song.
'All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away'
What did she mean? Did she wish for him to soil her innocence? What did she want of him?! He shook his head, forcing himself to stay in control. He needed more space from her. He turned to the trunk of the tree and verily ran up it like it was merely a hill. He caught hold of the first branch and swung himself up into the crook of it, where its base met the hulk of the great tree. He crouched there, watching her. Wanting to return to her side, and fearing what he would do if he did. He felt safer here, in the boughs of the tree, in the shadows he called home.
The sun had risen higher in the sky whilst he'd been in the courtyard with Kalliope. He should leave and tend to his other tasks for the day. But he couldn't. He wanted to stay near her. He justified it by telling himself it was a reconnaissance mission. She was a royal retainer. He needed to know for whom, he needed to ascertain if he could use Kalliope to gain entrance to the palace.
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With space now between them, Kyros felt like he could actually breath. Deep breath in, his chest expanding as his lungs filled with the fresh air. Long slow breath out, expending all the air he could, emptying his lungs and shedding the strange feelings she had caused to bubble up within him. Deep breath in, and out again, as he listed to her skilled fingers caressing the lyre, teasing the strings. Her voice washed over him like a soothing rush of ocean waves. He felt more in control of himself now. In control of his actions and thoughts. His back had been to her as he'd fought with himself. Now he turned back to look upon this woman, this witch, that had snared him so completely. His grey eyes narrowed on her as he listened to the words of her song.
'All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away'
What did she mean? Did she wish for him to soil her innocence? What did she want of him?! He shook his head, forcing himself to stay in control. He needed more space from her. He turned to the trunk of the tree and verily ran up it like it was merely a hill. He caught hold of the first branch and swung himself up into the crook of it, where its base met the hulk of the great tree. He crouched there, watching her. Wanting to return to her side, and fearing what he would do if he did. He felt safer here, in the boughs of the tree, in the shadows he called home.
The sun had risen higher in the sky whilst he'd been in the courtyard with Kalliope. He should leave and tend to his other tasks for the day. But he couldn't. He wanted to stay near her. He justified it by telling himself it was a reconnaissance mission. She was a royal retainer. He needed to know for whom, he needed to ascertain if he could use Kalliope to gain entrance to the palace.
With space now between them, Kyros felt like he could actually breath. Deep breath in, his chest expanding as his lungs filled with the fresh air. Long slow breath out, expending all the air he could, emptying his lungs and shedding the strange feelings she had caused to bubble up within him. Deep breath in, and out again, as he listed to her skilled fingers caressing the lyre, teasing the strings. Her voice washed over him like a soothing rush of ocean waves. He felt more in control of himself now. In control of his actions and thoughts. His back had been to her as he'd fought with himself. Now he turned back to look upon this woman, this witch, that had snared him so completely. His grey eyes narrowed on her as he listened to the words of her song.
'All you'd have to do is touch me And all my resistance would melt away'
What did she mean? Did she wish for him to soil her innocence? What did she want of him?! He shook his head, forcing himself to stay in control. He needed more space from her. He turned to the trunk of the tree and verily ran up it like it was merely a hill. He caught hold of the first branch and swung himself up into the crook of it, where its base met the hulk of the great tree. He crouched there, watching her. Wanting to return to her side, and fearing what he would do if he did. He felt safer here, in the boughs of the tree, in the shadows he called home.
The sun had risen higher in the sky whilst he'd been in the courtyard with Kalliope. He should leave and tend to his other tasks for the day. But he couldn't. He wanted to stay near her. He justified it by telling himself it was a reconnaissance mission. She was a royal retainer. He needed to know for whom, he needed to ascertain if he could use Kalliope to gain entrance to the palace.
Kalliope was finished with her song, shivering slightly when a light breeze laced around the tree in her little space. The chill let her know that he was gone. With that, Kalliope could not stop the groan that escaped her as she lowered her head and placed her forehead against her lyre. "What trickery is this? Putting me under a spell to charm and tempt me. Either Apollo for his warmth, or Eros for his freaking... everything."
Convinced more than ever that he had to be proficient in some sort of mental controls, everything felt so primal and raw when he sat so close to her. "Primal, raw, temptation. Peitho had to have blessed him with her fancy or something." Shifting around on the bench, she pondered leaving right then, but at the same time, she also wondered if she should return.
Standing up as she hugs her lyre to her, Kalliope slowly makes her way out from under the alcove. Would she ever return to this spot? "Maybe he was right in that I was stupid for feeling safe with him. So close to just..." How could she admit that she wanted him to claim her lips, to just surrender for that moment to that magnetic man? What was it about him that drew Kalliope so?
"Malakas, you stupid girl!" She was pacing a little before turning to leave. Could she leave just yet though? Her guard came up behind her now that she was a distance away from the alcove from her pacing. "Mistress Kalliope, would you like to be escorted to class now?" Kalliope gave the man's general direction a look as if to remind him of something, "Of course, I mean; Kalliope, would you like to head to class now?"
The mood now lightened a little, Kalli smiled and shook her head no. "No more classes today, thank you. I just want to go home.""As you wish."
And with that, Kalliope left as she hugged her lyre tightly to her.
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Kalliope was finished with her song, shivering slightly when a light breeze laced around the tree in her little space. The chill let her know that he was gone. With that, Kalliope could not stop the groan that escaped her as she lowered her head and placed her forehead against her lyre. "What trickery is this? Putting me under a spell to charm and tempt me. Either Apollo for his warmth, or Eros for his freaking... everything."
Convinced more than ever that he had to be proficient in some sort of mental controls, everything felt so primal and raw when he sat so close to her. "Primal, raw, temptation. Peitho had to have blessed him with her fancy or something." Shifting around on the bench, she pondered leaving right then, but at the same time, she also wondered if she should return.
Standing up as she hugs her lyre to her, Kalliope slowly makes her way out from under the alcove. Would she ever return to this spot? "Maybe he was right in that I was stupid for feeling safe with him. So close to just..." How could she admit that she wanted him to claim her lips, to just surrender for that moment to that magnetic man? What was it about him that drew Kalliope so?
"Malakas, you stupid girl!" She was pacing a little before turning to leave. Could she leave just yet though? Her guard came up behind her now that she was a distance away from the alcove from her pacing. "Mistress Kalliope, would you like to be escorted to class now?" Kalliope gave the man's general direction a look as if to remind him of something, "Of course, I mean; Kalliope, would you like to head to class now?"
The mood now lightened a little, Kalli smiled and shook her head no. "No more classes today, thank you. I just want to go home.""As you wish."
And with that, Kalliope left as she hugged her lyre tightly to her.
Kalliope was finished with her song, shivering slightly when a light breeze laced around the tree in her little space. The chill let her know that he was gone. With that, Kalliope could not stop the groan that escaped her as she lowered her head and placed her forehead against her lyre. "What trickery is this? Putting me under a spell to charm and tempt me. Either Apollo for his warmth, or Eros for his freaking... everything."
Convinced more than ever that he had to be proficient in some sort of mental controls, everything felt so primal and raw when he sat so close to her. "Primal, raw, temptation. Peitho had to have blessed him with her fancy or something." Shifting around on the bench, she pondered leaving right then, but at the same time, she also wondered if she should return.
Standing up as she hugs her lyre to her, Kalliope slowly makes her way out from under the alcove. Would she ever return to this spot? "Maybe he was right in that I was stupid for feeling safe with him. So close to just..." How could she admit that she wanted him to claim her lips, to just surrender for that moment to that magnetic man? What was it about him that drew Kalliope so?
"Malakas, you stupid girl!" She was pacing a little before turning to leave. Could she leave just yet though? Her guard came up behind her now that she was a distance away from the alcove from her pacing. "Mistress Kalliope, would you like to be escorted to class now?" Kalliope gave the man's general direction a look as if to remind him of something, "Of course, I mean; Kalliope, would you like to head to class now?"
The mood now lightened a little, Kalli smiled and shook her head no. "No more classes today, thank you. I just want to go home.""As you wish."
And with that, Kalliope left as she hugged her lyre tightly to her.
Kyros narrowed his eyes dangerously as a palace guard approached Kalliope. His keenly trained ears picked up the conversation without too much trouble despite the distance as he focused his attention on them. He waited for the pair to start for the exit from the university grounds, then the nimble mercenary sprang from the tree to the nearby wall. Over the wall he went, dropping without a sound to the ground on the other side. He stayed close to the wall, staying in the shadows of shrubbery and trees as he skirted the perimeter of the grounds - until he could peer around the corner to look upon the gates. He soon laid eyes on the beautiful blonde once more, being guided through the streets by the guard.
Kyros quickly discerned the best course and began trailing after them, paralleling their path when the streets of the city allowed. His hearing focused to catch whatever bits of conversation he could that passed between them. He was careful to keep a good distance though - even managing to get ahead of them a few times - so as to not seem like he was following them. It was a careful and tedious art. And Kyros was more accustomed to performing it in the dead of night and wrapped in the garb of a true member of the Creed. But Kyros was still rather proficient at following his prey undetected.
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Kyros narrowed his eyes dangerously as a palace guard approached Kalliope. His keenly trained ears picked up the conversation without too much trouble despite the distance as he focused his attention on them. He waited for the pair to start for the exit from the university grounds, then the nimble mercenary sprang from the tree to the nearby wall. Over the wall he went, dropping without a sound to the ground on the other side. He stayed close to the wall, staying in the shadows of shrubbery and trees as he skirted the perimeter of the grounds - until he could peer around the corner to look upon the gates. He soon laid eyes on the beautiful blonde once more, being guided through the streets by the guard.
Kyros quickly discerned the best course and began trailing after them, paralleling their path when the streets of the city allowed. His hearing focused to catch whatever bits of conversation he could that passed between them. He was careful to keep a good distance though - even managing to get ahead of them a few times - so as to not seem like he was following them. It was a careful and tedious art. And Kyros was more accustomed to performing it in the dead of night and wrapped in the garb of a true member of the Creed. But Kyros was still rather proficient at following his prey undetected.
Kyros narrowed his eyes dangerously as a palace guard approached Kalliope. His keenly trained ears picked up the conversation without too much trouble despite the distance as he focused his attention on them. He waited for the pair to start for the exit from the university grounds, then the nimble mercenary sprang from the tree to the nearby wall. Over the wall he went, dropping without a sound to the ground on the other side. He stayed close to the wall, staying in the shadows of shrubbery and trees as he skirted the perimeter of the grounds - until he could peer around the corner to look upon the gates. He soon laid eyes on the beautiful blonde once more, being guided through the streets by the guard.
Kyros quickly discerned the best course and began trailing after them, paralleling their path when the streets of the city allowed. His hearing focused to catch whatever bits of conversation he could that passed between them. He was careful to keep a good distance though - even managing to get ahead of them a few times - so as to not seem like he was following them. It was a careful and tedious art. And Kyros was more accustomed to performing it in the dead of night and wrapped in the garb of a true member of the Creed. But Kyros was still rather proficient at following his prey undetected.
Kalliope was walking with her guard, her arm laced around his while holding her lyre tightly in the other as they made their way back to the palace. "I'm not sure if I will come back to the university." She was sure the guard looked at her curiously during the pause in his response. 'Why is that? Are you bored already?"
Indignantly, Kalliope scoffed at him as she scrunched her nose, "No! Just I should be by my lady's side and learning what I can from her. These teachers taught me what they know, which wasn't much more than I already figured out on my own from tutors." Playfully the two bantered as they mosied along back to the palace. Kalliope, of course, oblivious to their tagalong.
In reality, today spooked Kalliope and she did not want a repeat encounter that had her questioning everything. That man was a stranger, why did she want him to kiss her? So in the end, Kalliope would just avoid going back to that little alcove.
It wasn't long till they made it to the palace gates, and soon she will be inside and making her way towards her rooms.
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Kalliope was walking with her guard, her arm laced around his while holding her lyre tightly in the other as they made their way back to the palace. "I'm not sure if I will come back to the university." She was sure the guard looked at her curiously during the pause in his response. 'Why is that? Are you bored already?"
Indignantly, Kalliope scoffed at him as she scrunched her nose, "No! Just I should be by my lady's side and learning what I can from her. These teachers taught me what they know, which wasn't much more than I already figured out on my own from tutors." Playfully the two bantered as they mosied along back to the palace. Kalliope, of course, oblivious to their tagalong.
In reality, today spooked Kalliope and she did not want a repeat encounter that had her questioning everything. That man was a stranger, why did she want him to kiss her? So in the end, Kalliope would just avoid going back to that little alcove.
It wasn't long till they made it to the palace gates, and soon she will be inside and making her way towards her rooms.
Kalliope was walking with her guard, her arm laced around his while holding her lyre tightly in the other as they made their way back to the palace. "I'm not sure if I will come back to the university." She was sure the guard looked at her curiously during the pause in his response. 'Why is that? Are you bored already?"
Indignantly, Kalliope scoffed at him as she scrunched her nose, "No! Just I should be by my lady's side and learning what I can from her. These teachers taught me what they know, which wasn't much more than I already figured out on my own from tutors." Playfully the two bantered as they mosied along back to the palace. Kalliope, of course, oblivious to their tagalong.
In reality, today spooked Kalliope and she did not want a repeat encounter that had her questioning everything. That man was a stranger, why did she want him to kiss her? So in the end, Kalliope would just avoid going back to that little alcove.
It wasn't long till they made it to the palace gates, and soon she will be inside and making her way towards her rooms.
Kyros trailed the duo all the way to the palati. He was surprised to feel disappointment upon hearing Kalliope say she would not likely be returning to the university... to the alcove. And he had a brief moment of wondering if he was the cause of this. When the home of the ruling family came into view, however, those pesky and confusing thoughts fled his mind. His gaze narrowed as he assessed the immediate area, noting where guards were posted, and how easily Kalliope and her escort were admitted onto the grounds.
Kyros found a secure and hidden spot to observe the gates. To ponder the morning's interactions with Kalliope, to reflect on what he'd nearly done. She was a distraction, he knew. But one he could not so easily dismiss. He remained in this spot until late that afternoon. Kalliope had not revealed herself again. Hot, hungry, and weary, the mercenary made for the marketplace... a certain blind enchantress on his mind.
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Kyros trailed the duo all the way to the palati. He was surprised to feel disappointment upon hearing Kalliope say she would not likely be returning to the university... to the alcove. And he had a brief moment of wondering if he was the cause of this. When the home of the ruling family came into view, however, those pesky and confusing thoughts fled his mind. His gaze narrowed as he assessed the immediate area, noting where guards were posted, and how easily Kalliope and her escort were admitted onto the grounds.
Kyros found a secure and hidden spot to observe the gates. To ponder the morning's interactions with Kalliope, to reflect on what he'd nearly done. She was a distraction, he knew. But one he could not so easily dismiss. He remained in this spot until late that afternoon. Kalliope had not revealed herself again. Hot, hungry, and weary, the mercenary made for the marketplace... a certain blind enchantress on his mind.
Kyros trailed the duo all the way to the palati. He was surprised to feel disappointment upon hearing Kalliope say she would not likely be returning to the university... to the alcove. And he had a brief moment of wondering if he was the cause of this. When the home of the ruling family came into view, however, those pesky and confusing thoughts fled his mind. His gaze narrowed as he assessed the immediate area, noting where guards were posted, and how easily Kalliope and her escort were admitted onto the grounds.
Kyros found a secure and hidden spot to observe the gates. To ponder the morning's interactions with Kalliope, to reflect on what he'd nearly done. She was a distraction, he knew. But one he could not so easily dismiss. He remained in this spot until late that afternoon. Kalliope had not revealed herself again. Hot, hungry, and weary, the mercenary made for the marketplace... a certain blind enchantress on his mind.