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Kalliope was itching to get out of the palace, having been inside for weeks now after she stopped going to the university. She almost feared running into that man again, the feelings that he seemed to stir were far to intense for her liking. Since weeks had gone by, he should be long gone by now.
Kalliope traveled down the dirt road with her guard, he was never to far away to help avoid her from bumping into people and things. A growing need to be outside, Kalliope decided to take the long way around to make it to the market. The path would also avoid walking anywhere near the university or even people as she walked the trail through the trees. It was a slow path, humid as the sun beat down on them, but Kalliope enjoyed the excursion.
She couldn't see the skys, but with the swift gust of wind that chased the warm humid air and made her white chiton and hair dance, it also brought something that Kalliope was not expecting. The smell of rain filled her nose, almost electric as the scent of wet dirt rose up to meet her with a speed that shocked her.
A moment was all it took, Kalliope turned to tell her guard that they should head back and that rain was coming, as the sky seemed to open up in a torrent of fat raindrops. In seconds, Kalliope was soaked completely, the roar of the rain drowned out every other sound. She was completely lost.
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Kalliope was itching to get out of the palace, having been inside for weeks now after she stopped going to the university. She almost feared running into that man again, the feelings that he seemed to stir were far to intense for her liking. Since weeks had gone by, he should be long gone by now.
Kalliope traveled down the dirt road with her guard, he was never to far away to help avoid her from bumping into people and things. A growing need to be outside, Kalliope decided to take the long way around to make it to the market. The path would also avoid walking anywhere near the university or even people as she walked the trail through the trees. It was a slow path, humid as the sun beat down on them, but Kalliope enjoyed the excursion.
She couldn't see the skys, but with the swift gust of wind that chased the warm humid air and made her white chiton and hair dance, it also brought something that Kalliope was not expecting. The smell of rain filled her nose, almost electric as the scent of wet dirt rose up to meet her with a speed that shocked her.
A moment was all it took, Kalliope turned to tell her guard that they should head back and that rain was coming, as the sky seemed to open up in a torrent of fat raindrops. In seconds, Kalliope was soaked completely, the roar of the rain drowned out every other sound. She was completely lost.
Kalliope was itching to get out of the palace, having been inside for weeks now after she stopped going to the university. She almost feared running into that man again, the feelings that he seemed to stir were far to intense for her liking. Since weeks had gone by, he should be long gone by now.
Kalliope traveled down the dirt road with her guard, he was never to far away to help avoid her from bumping into people and things. A growing need to be outside, Kalliope decided to take the long way around to make it to the market. The path would also avoid walking anywhere near the university or even people as she walked the trail through the trees. It was a slow path, humid as the sun beat down on them, but Kalliope enjoyed the excursion.
She couldn't see the skys, but with the swift gust of wind that chased the warm humid air and made her white chiton and hair dance, it also brought something that Kalliope was not expecting. The smell of rain filled her nose, almost electric as the scent of wet dirt rose up to meet her with a speed that shocked her.
A moment was all it took, Kalliope turned to tell her guard that they should head back and that rain was coming, as the sky seemed to open up in a torrent of fat raindrops. In seconds, Kalliope was soaked completely, the roar of the rain drowned out every other sound. She was completely lost.
For the last three weeks, Kyros had been haunted by the memory of nearly kissing a girl he knew nothing about. A girl that didn't even know what his voice sounded like, did not know what he looked like. She was blind, so she would never truly know what he looked like, and that satisfied the secretive mercenary just fine. But he dreamed of her music, the sound of her voice. Her singing had dredged up old nightmares that he'd thought had been banished long ago. Dark and foggy images and feelings that he could never sort out in his waking hours.
Kyros still felt that he could exploit Kalliope's connection to the royal family and somehow gain access to the palace, so he'd kept a somewhat close eye out for the blonde woman. But since watching her disappear through the palati gates, he had not seen her come out very much. He'd spied her out on the grounds, but he had not dared breach the perimeter. He was not ready for that course of action yet. He would likely only have one chance to get into the palati unless he found a way to carve a position for himself within the courts... a very unlikely occurrence.
Kyros was searching the thinly wooded area outside the city proper, looking for a plant he wished to harvest and experiment with. His herbal concoctions were a pastime he enjoyed immensely, and was useful in certain situations. He had just spotted the plant that would provide the desired root he needed when his keen ears picked up the soft sounds of footsteps coming up the path. He looked up and caught sight of the Mikaelidas colors of a guard's uniform. He narrowed his eyes at the interruption to his day, and swiftly and easily scaled the nearest tree. The branches would provide ample cover.
The mercenary's eyes widened when he spotted Kalliope walking just ahead of the guard, her blonde tresses glinting in the sunlight. He had not seen her leave the palati in weeks. What was she doing out here now? The sky seemed to growl as the low sound of rumbling thunder rolled overhead. Kyros felt the first drops of rain hit his arms. And within seconds there was a sheet of rain diminishing the visibility in all directions. Dekára. His tunic and trousers were already soaked, clinging to him like a second skin. Lightening flashed across the sky. The sound of a woman calling out reached his ears through the torrent of rain. Kyros looked below him and to the left... Kalliope. Separated from the guard. And apparently entirely confused of which direction she should go in for she was turning in circles, a panicked look on her face. Dekára.
He should go. Leave her there. The guard would find her, she was not his concern. But the rain was cold, and if he - in the cover of the tree branches - was already soaked to the bone, Kalliope had to be as well. She'd catch her death of cold if she didn't find shelter soon. There was no telling how long this sudden storm would last. He looked for signs of the guard. Waited. Nothing. "Dekára." he growled under his breath.
Before he could change his mind, he leaped from the tree, rushed forward and gripped her elbow firmly.
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For the last three weeks, Kyros had been haunted by the memory of nearly kissing a girl he knew nothing about. A girl that didn't even know what his voice sounded like, did not know what he looked like. She was blind, so she would never truly know what he looked like, and that satisfied the secretive mercenary just fine. But he dreamed of her music, the sound of her voice. Her singing had dredged up old nightmares that he'd thought had been banished long ago. Dark and foggy images and feelings that he could never sort out in his waking hours.
Kyros still felt that he could exploit Kalliope's connection to the royal family and somehow gain access to the palace, so he'd kept a somewhat close eye out for the blonde woman. But since watching her disappear through the palati gates, he had not seen her come out very much. He'd spied her out on the grounds, but he had not dared breach the perimeter. He was not ready for that course of action yet. He would likely only have one chance to get into the palati unless he found a way to carve a position for himself within the courts... a very unlikely occurrence.
Kyros was searching the thinly wooded area outside the city proper, looking for a plant he wished to harvest and experiment with. His herbal concoctions were a pastime he enjoyed immensely, and was useful in certain situations. He had just spotted the plant that would provide the desired root he needed when his keen ears picked up the soft sounds of footsteps coming up the path. He looked up and caught sight of the Mikaelidas colors of a guard's uniform. He narrowed his eyes at the interruption to his day, and swiftly and easily scaled the nearest tree. The branches would provide ample cover.
The mercenary's eyes widened when he spotted Kalliope walking just ahead of the guard, her blonde tresses glinting in the sunlight. He had not seen her leave the palati in weeks. What was she doing out here now? The sky seemed to growl as the low sound of rumbling thunder rolled overhead. Kyros felt the first drops of rain hit his arms. And within seconds there was a sheet of rain diminishing the visibility in all directions. Dekára. His tunic and trousers were already soaked, clinging to him like a second skin. Lightening flashed across the sky. The sound of a woman calling out reached his ears through the torrent of rain. Kyros looked below him and to the left... Kalliope. Separated from the guard. And apparently entirely confused of which direction she should go in for she was turning in circles, a panicked look on her face. Dekára.
He should go. Leave her there. The guard would find her, she was not his concern. But the rain was cold, and if he - in the cover of the tree branches - was already soaked to the bone, Kalliope had to be as well. She'd catch her death of cold if she didn't find shelter soon. There was no telling how long this sudden storm would last. He looked for signs of the guard. Waited. Nothing. "Dekára." he growled under his breath.
Before he could change his mind, he leaped from the tree, rushed forward and gripped her elbow firmly.
For the last three weeks, Kyros had been haunted by the memory of nearly kissing a girl he knew nothing about. A girl that didn't even know what his voice sounded like, did not know what he looked like. She was blind, so she would never truly know what he looked like, and that satisfied the secretive mercenary just fine. But he dreamed of her music, the sound of her voice. Her singing had dredged up old nightmares that he'd thought had been banished long ago. Dark and foggy images and feelings that he could never sort out in his waking hours.
Kyros still felt that he could exploit Kalliope's connection to the royal family and somehow gain access to the palace, so he'd kept a somewhat close eye out for the blonde woman. But since watching her disappear through the palati gates, he had not seen her come out very much. He'd spied her out on the grounds, but he had not dared breach the perimeter. He was not ready for that course of action yet. He would likely only have one chance to get into the palati unless he found a way to carve a position for himself within the courts... a very unlikely occurrence.
Kyros was searching the thinly wooded area outside the city proper, looking for a plant he wished to harvest and experiment with. His herbal concoctions were a pastime he enjoyed immensely, and was useful in certain situations. He had just spotted the plant that would provide the desired root he needed when his keen ears picked up the soft sounds of footsteps coming up the path. He looked up and caught sight of the Mikaelidas colors of a guard's uniform. He narrowed his eyes at the interruption to his day, and swiftly and easily scaled the nearest tree. The branches would provide ample cover.
The mercenary's eyes widened when he spotted Kalliope walking just ahead of the guard, her blonde tresses glinting in the sunlight. He had not seen her leave the palati in weeks. What was she doing out here now? The sky seemed to growl as the low sound of rumbling thunder rolled overhead. Kyros felt the first drops of rain hit his arms. And within seconds there was a sheet of rain diminishing the visibility in all directions. Dekára. His tunic and trousers were already soaked, clinging to him like a second skin. Lightening flashed across the sky. The sound of a woman calling out reached his ears through the torrent of rain. Kyros looked below him and to the left... Kalliope. Separated from the guard. And apparently entirely confused of which direction she should go in for she was turning in circles, a panicked look on her face. Dekára.
He should go. Leave her there. The guard would find her, she was not his concern. But the rain was cold, and if he - in the cover of the tree branches - was already soaked to the bone, Kalliope had to be as well. She'd catch her death of cold if she didn't find shelter soon. There was no telling how long this sudden storm would last. He looked for signs of the guard. Waited. Nothing. "Dekára." he growled under his breath.
Before he could change his mind, he leaped from the tree, rushed forward and gripped her elbow firmly.
The water rushed around her with a roar that drowned out all other sounds around her, chilling her to the bone as she tried to find her guard and go back home. A rumble could be heard building over the torrential rainfall. With the deafening sounds, Kalliope could not hear if her guard was calling out to her, she could barely hear her yells that seemed muffled and far away even as she called as loud as she could. Kalliope was shivering now, remembering a night that her father's ship was caught in a storm. The rain scoured the deck as the crew was thrown about from the wind and boats rocking. Rainfall that threw her back and caused her to hit her head, losing her sight in the end. With each step, mud started to pull at her feet, the goddess Gaia seemingly wanting to keep her right where she was and not allow her to escape. Kalliope's heart started to pound hard as she tried not to let the panicked memories take over her thoughts. Feeling the rain pour down her hair and skin, making her clothes stick her as if Gaia was trying to swallow her whole
She never heard anyone coming her way as the sudden grab of her elbow surprised her, making her try to jerk away as she screamed in surprise. The move, with her stuck feet, had Kalliope fall into the mud. “Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!” She didn't hear if there was a response, the rain became too loud, though the crack of thunder split open the sky with a loud bang that made Kalliope's teeth hurt as she reached out and clung to the guiding arm with desperation and fear as the sky seemed to try and swallow them whole. Kalliope placed one foot under her and then the next before crying out as a sharp pain shot up her leg, making her fall again. “Ow! My ankle... it hurts!” The mud had pulled her feet in, holding fast to where the sudden move twisted her ankle. It hurt, but Kalliope did not think it was broken as she tried to get up again, never seeing the lightning that lit up the sky.
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The water rushed around her with a roar that drowned out all other sounds around her, chilling her to the bone as she tried to find her guard and go back home. A rumble could be heard building over the torrential rainfall. With the deafening sounds, Kalliope could not hear if her guard was calling out to her, she could barely hear her yells that seemed muffled and far away even as she called as loud as she could. Kalliope was shivering now, remembering a night that her father's ship was caught in a storm. The rain scoured the deck as the crew was thrown about from the wind and boats rocking. Rainfall that threw her back and caused her to hit her head, losing her sight in the end. With each step, mud started to pull at her feet, the goddess Gaia seemingly wanting to keep her right where she was and not allow her to escape. Kalliope's heart started to pound hard as she tried not to let the panicked memories take over her thoughts. Feeling the rain pour down her hair and skin, making her clothes stick her as if Gaia was trying to swallow her whole
She never heard anyone coming her way as the sudden grab of her elbow surprised her, making her try to jerk away as she screamed in surprise. The move, with her stuck feet, had Kalliope fall into the mud. “Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!” She didn't hear if there was a response, the rain became too loud, though the crack of thunder split open the sky with a loud bang that made Kalliope's teeth hurt as she reached out and clung to the guiding arm with desperation and fear as the sky seemed to try and swallow them whole. Kalliope placed one foot under her and then the next before crying out as a sharp pain shot up her leg, making her fall again. “Ow! My ankle... it hurts!” The mud had pulled her feet in, holding fast to where the sudden move twisted her ankle. It hurt, but Kalliope did not think it was broken as she tried to get up again, never seeing the lightning that lit up the sky.
The water rushed around her with a roar that drowned out all other sounds around her, chilling her to the bone as she tried to find her guard and go back home. A rumble could be heard building over the torrential rainfall. With the deafening sounds, Kalliope could not hear if her guard was calling out to her, she could barely hear her yells that seemed muffled and far away even as she called as loud as she could. Kalliope was shivering now, remembering a night that her father's ship was caught in a storm. The rain scoured the deck as the crew was thrown about from the wind and boats rocking. Rainfall that threw her back and caused her to hit her head, losing her sight in the end. With each step, mud started to pull at her feet, the goddess Gaia seemingly wanting to keep her right where she was and not allow her to escape. Kalliope's heart started to pound hard as she tried not to let the panicked memories take over her thoughts. Feeling the rain pour down her hair and skin, making her clothes stick her as if Gaia was trying to swallow her whole
She never heard anyone coming her way as the sudden grab of her elbow surprised her, making her try to jerk away as she screamed in surprise. The move, with her stuck feet, had Kalliope fall into the mud. “Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!” She didn't hear if there was a response, the rain became too loud, though the crack of thunder split open the sky with a loud bang that made Kalliope's teeth hurt as she reached out and clung to the guiding arm with desperation and fear as the sky seemed to try and swallow them whole. Kalliope placed one foot under her and then the next before crying out as a sharp pain shot up her leg, making her fall again. “Ow! My ankle... it hurts!” The mud had pulled her feet in, holding fast to where the sudden move twisted her ankle. It hurt, but Kalliope did not think it was broken as she tried to get up again, never seeing the lightning that lit up the sky.
Kyros tugged on Kalliope's arm, cursing himself for giving in to whatever she stirred inside him. They had to get to shelter. Kyros could hardly see through the water falling so heavily from the skies. His attention was turned from the path before them, though, when he lost his grip on her arm as she fell in the mud. He turned around and found her on her rump in the mud. 'Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!' That must have been the name of her palati guard escort. He looked up again, looking for any sign of the man. Nothing. Curses once again in the fore front of his mind, Kyros helped Kalliope to her feet as best he could in the growing slop - only for her to cry out in pain and end up on her knees in the muck. The gods were against him this day, it seemed. He scowled at her, glad that she could not see him. Leave her! he yelled at himself. And he nearly did, nearly left her to find her own way. In fact, he went so far as to turn away to seek out the best course to seek safety.
Lightening crackled across the sky overhead, visibly close. His chest heaved as he braced for the resounding thunder - he half expected it to shake the very ground he stood on. He looked back to Kalliope, his eyes wide as the thunder rolled on for an impossibly long time. "Gamó!"he yelled while the thunder still drowned out his voice. Grudgingly, and with some not so nice thoughts directed at the gods and their sense of humor, he turned back and knelt on one knee next to her. She could not stand. How was he going to get her out of the storm? He had no choice. He would have to carry her. Clenching his jaw, he set about assessing the situation. Within moments, he had positioned himself in front of her where she knelt. He dipped his left shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped his left arm around the upper part of her legs just below her ass, and dead lifted her up as he stood, so that she was now slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He turned a few circles, getting his bearings on their surroundings the best he could in the low visibility. Shelter. They needed shelter. They were too far from the market. Another flash of lightening lit up the sky. It would not be wise to remain under the tall trees for much longer. He spotted - just barely - the hazy outline of what appeared to be a rather large outcropping of boulders in the distance, towards the beach. Maybe they were manage to find a large enough crevice to take shelter in among the rocks.
Ignoring whatever protests, Kalliope may be having for being slung so unceremoniously over his shoulder, Kyros began sprinting in the direction of the large rocks. The rain and the mud did not make it easy though, as he slid and nearly landed them both back on the ground more than once. Luckily, he was quick on his feet and had good enough balance to keep his slides just that, and kept on running with his load. By the time they reached the rocky outcropping near the beach, Kyros was laboring for breath. His muscled strained under the weight of carrying Kalliope in such a hurried and treacherous manner. He paused, not immediately seeing a big enough covered area to get them under. He was beginning to think he'd erred in not making straight for the city proper. There! A large overhang at the other end! Large enough to be considered a small cave...
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Kyros tugged on Kalliope's arm, cursing himself for giving in to whatever she stirred inside him. They had to get to shelter. Kyros could hardly see through the water falling so heavily from the skies. His attention was turned from the path before them, though, when he lost his grip on her arm as she fell in the mud. He turned around and found her on her rump in the mud. 'Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!' That must have been the name of her palati guard escort. He looked up again, looking for any sign of the man. Nothing. Curses once again in the fore front of his mind, Kyros helped Kalliope to her feet as best he could in the growing slop - only for her to cry out in pain and end up on her knees in the muck. The gods were against him this day, it seemed. He scowled at her, glad that she could not see him. Leave her! he yelled at himself. And he nearly did, nearly left her to find her own way. In fact, he went so far as to turn away to seek out the best course to seek safety.
Lightening crackled across the sky overhead, visibly close. His chest heaved as he braced for the resounding thunder - he half expected it to shake the very ground he stood on. He looked back to Kalliope, his eyes wide as the thunder rolled on for an impossibly long time. "Gamó!"he yelled while the thunder still drowned out his voice. Grudgingly, and with some not so nice thoughts directed at the gods and their sense of humor, he turned back and knelt on one knee next to her. She could not stand. How was he going to get her out of the storm? He had no choice. He would have to carry her. Clenching his jaw, he set about assessing the situation. Within moments, he had positioned himself in front of her where she knelt. He dipped his left shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped his left arm around the upper part of her legs just below her ass, and dead lifted her up as he stood, so that she was now slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He turned a few circles, getting his bearings on their surroundings the best he could in the low visibility. Shelter. They needed shelter. They were too far from the market. Another flash of lightening lit up the sky. It would not be wise to remain under the tall trees for much longer. He spotted - just barely - the hazy outline of what appeared to be a rather large outcropping of boulders in the distance, towards the beach. Maybe they were manage to find a large enough crevice to take shelter in among the rocks.
Ignoring whatever protests, Kalliope may be having for being slung so unceremoniously over his shoulder, Kyros began sprinting in the direction of the large rocks. The rain and the mud did not make it easy though, as he slid and nearly landed them both back on the ground more than once. Luckily, he was quick on his feet and had good enough balance to keep his slides just that, and kept on running with his load. By the time they reached the rocky outcropping near the beach, Kyros was laboring for breath. His muscled strained under the weight of carrying Kalliope in such a hurried and treacherous manner. He paused, not immediately seeing a big enough covered area to get them under. He was beginning to think he'd erred in not making straight for the city proper. There! A large overhang at the other end! Large enough to be considered a small cave...
Kyros tugged on Kalliope's arm, cursing himself for giving in to whatever she stirred inside him. They had to get to shelter. Kyros could hardly see through the water falling so heavily from the skies. His attention was turned from the path before them, though, when he lost his grip on her arm as she fell in the mud. He turned around and found her on her rump in the mud. 'Georgios! If that is you, you scared me! Where were you?!' That must have been the name of her palati guard escort. He looked up again, looking for any sign of the man. Nothing. Curses once again in the fore front of his mind, Kyros helped Kalliope to her feet as best he could in the growing slop - only for her to cry out in pain and end up on her knees in the muck. The gods were against him this day, it seemed. He scowled at her, glad that she could not see him. Leave her! he yelled at himself. And he nearly did, nearly left her to find her own way. In fact, he went so far as to turn away to seek out the best course to seek safety.
Lightening crackled across the sky overhead, visibly close. His chest heaved as he braced for the resounding thunder - he half expected it to shake the very ground he stood on. He looked back to Kalliope, his eyes wide as the thunder rolled on for an impossibly long time. "Gamó!"he yelled while the thunder still drowned out his voice. Grudgingly, and with some not so nice thoughts directed at the gods and their sense of humor, he turned back and knelt on one knee next to her. She could not stand. How was he going to get her out of the storm? He had no choice. He would have to carry her. Clenching his jaw, he set about assessing the situation. Within moments, he had positioned himself in front of her where she knelt. He dipped his left shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped his left arm around the upper part of her legs just below her ass, and dead lifted her up as he stood, so that she was now slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He turned a few circles, getting his bearings on their surroundings the best he could in the low visibility. Shelter. They needed shelter. They were too far from the market. Another flash of lightening lit up the sky. It would not be wise to remain under the tall trees for much longer. He spotted - just barely - the hazy outline of what appeared to be a rather large outcropping of boulders in the distance, towards the beach. Maybe they were manage to find a large enough crevice to take shelter in among the rocks.
Ignoring whatever protests, Kalliope may be having for being slung so unceremoniously over his shoulder, Kyros began sprinting in the direction of the large rocks. The rain and the mud did not make it easy though, as he slid and nearly landed them both back on the ground more than once. Luckily, he was quick on his feet and had good enough balance to keep his slides just that, and kept on running with his load. By the time they reached the rocky outcropping near the beach, Kyros was laboring for breath. His muscled strained under the weight of carrying Kalliope in such a hurried and treacherous manner. He paused, not immediately seeing a big enough covered area to get them under. He was beginning to think he'd erred in not making straight for the city proper. There! A large overhang at the other end! Large enough to be considered a small cave...
Kalliope never heard any response to her questions, not thinking much about it since the rain was so loud. When she fell, for a fleeting moment she wondered if he would leave her there. Not that she would blame him, with the pain in her ankle, Kalliope would debate on that with the storm raging around them as it was. The loud crack of thunder making her scream with pure fright, no matter how hard she tried, Kalliope was remembering that fateful night on the ship. Being on the ground, albeit she was on her knees instead of her back this time, added to the fear. Mud covered hands that were quickly cleaned in the rain as she covered her head as the lightning cracked across the sky.
Kalliope was in a panic, her heart racing when suddenly she felt something wrap around her legs and something pressed against her stomach, a moment too late in her panic to realize she was being picked up until her world turned upside down. Her outrage outweighed her fear for a moment, feeling how close his arm was to her bottom and prayed to all the gods that she was wearing a black chiton as she remembered what lighter colors looked like when wet, "H-how dare you! You put me down right this instant!" She wasn't thinking as she screamed at him, her voice mostly drowned out by the storm. Her small fists were weak against his back as she tried to wiggle free, kicking her leg that had the uninjured ankle. She knew it wasn't doing anything, but she had to try something. With each movement, he had ignored her protests till finally she gave up and focused on breathing without water going up her nose.
The carry gave Kalliope a chance to think, the cold seeping into her to make her shiver uncontrollably. It was good that he didn't carry her in front of him, a move that would have sent her into an even bigger panic when she thought of the night on her father's ship. With the boat rocking violently, it had thrown her and made her fall into the chests in her cabin. The fall had made her hit her head, blood was everywhere as her father carried her to the captain's cabin to be seen by the healer. He had carried her like a princess, even as she was in and out of consciousness that night. No one thought she would have made it, but somehow the gods thought she needed to live. With each of her savior's slips and almost falls, the jerking motion brought her back to the now, keeping her overwhelming panic at bay.
Another crash of thunder shook the very air around them, making Kalliope wrap her fists in his shirt as she clung to him the best that she could. Holding on, it was then that she noted the lack of armor, something that she knew Georgios had on when they left the palati on their trip. If this wasn't Georgios... then who had saved her? When he paused, she lifted up her body as much as she could trying to get the rush to stop making her head pound from being upside down for so long. The loud rain masking almost every sound, but she could feel his heavy breathing against her bracing palms.
Kalliope wondered if they would find shelter just as a loud buzz could be felt through the air, it was a familiar feeling that she had on the ship when the mast was struck by lightning. Kalliope's panic had her hitting her savior on the back again with a fervent rush that matched her panic, "RUN!!!! RUN RUN RUN RUN PLEASE RUN!!!!" Kalliope didn't know where the lightning would hit, she just did not want it to be them as the hairs on her arms started to lift and it tasted like she just bit a copper coin as she screamed.
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Kalliope never heard any response to her questions, not thinking much about it since the rain was so loud. When she fell, for a fleeting moment she wondered if he would leave her there. Not that she would blame him, with the pain in her ankle, Kalliope would debate on that with the storm raging around them as it was. The loud crack of thunder making her scream with pure fright, no matter how hard she tried, Kalliope was remembering that fateful night on the ship. Being on the ground, albeit she was on her knees instead of her back this time, added to the fear. Mud covered hands that were quickly cleaned in the rain as she covered her head as the lightning cracked across the sky.
Kalliope was in a panic, her heart racing when suddenly she felt something wrap around her legs and something pressed against her stomach, a moment too late in her panic to realize she was being picked up until her world turned upside down. Her outrage outweighed her fear for a moment, feeling how close his arm was to her bottom and prayed to all the gods that she was wearing a black chiton as she remembered what lighter colors looked like when wet, "H-how dare you! You put me down right this instant!" She wasn't thinking as she screamed at him, her voice mostly drowned out by the storm. Her small fists were weak against his back as she tried to wiggle free, kicking her leg that had the uninjured ankle. She knew it wasn't doing anything, but she had to try something. With each movement, he had ignored her protests till finally she gave up and focused on breathing without water going up her nose.
The carry gave Kalliope a chance to think, the cold seeping into her to make her shiver uncontrollably. It was good that he didn't carry her in front of him, a move that would have sent her into an even bigger panic when she thought of the night on her father's ship. With the boat rocking violently, it had thrown her and made her fall into the chests in her cabin. The fall had made her hit her head, blood was everywhere as her father carried her to the captain's cabin to be seen by the healer. He had carried her like a princess, even as she was in and out of consciousness that night. No one thought she would have made it, but somehow the gods thought she needed to live. With each of her savior's slips and almost falls, the jerking motion brought her back to the now, keeping her overwhelming panic at bay.
Another crash of thunder shook the very air around them, making Kalliope wrap her fists in his shirt as she clung to him the best that she could. Holding on, it was then that she noted the lack of armor, something that she knew Georgios had on when they left the palati on their trip. If this wasn't Georgios... then who had saved her? When he paused, she lifted up her body as much as she could trying to get the rush to stop making her head pound from being upside down for so long. The loud rain masking almost every sound, but she could feel his heavy breathing against her bracing palms.
Kalliope wondered if they would find shelter just as a loud buzz could be felt through the air, it was a familiar feeling that she had on the ship when the mast was struck by lightning. Kalliope's panic had her hitting her savior on the back again with a fervent rush that matched her panic, "RUN!!!! RUN RUN RUN RUN PLEASE RUN!!!!" Kalliope didn't know where the lightning would hit, she just did not want it to be them as the hairs on her arms started to lift and it tasted like she just bit a copper coin as she screamed.
Kalliope never heard any response to her questions, not thinking much about it since the rain was so loud. When she fell, for a fleeting moment she wondered if he would leave her there. Not that she would blame him, with the pain in her ankle, Kalliope would debate on that with the storm raging around them as it was. The loud crack of thunder making her scream with pure fright, no matter how hard she tried, Kalliope was remembering that fateful night on the ship. Being on the ground, albeit she was on her knees instead of her back this time, added to the fear. Mud covered hands that were quickly cleaned in the rain as she covered her head as the lightning cracked across the sky.
Kalliope was in a panic, her heart racing when suddenly she felt something wrap around her legs and something pressed against her stomach, a moment too late in her panic to realize she was being picked up until her world turned upside down. Her outrage outweighed her fear for a moment, feeling how close his arm was to her bottom and prayed to all the gods that she was wearing a black chiton as she remembered what lighter colors looked like when wet, "H-how dare you! You put me down right this instant!" She wasn't thinking as she screamed at him, her voice mostly drowned out by the storm. Her small fists were weak against his back as she tried to wiggle free, kicking her leg that had the uninjured ankle. She knew it wasn't doing anything, but she had to try something. With each movement, he had ignored her protests till finally she gave up and focused on breathing without water going up her nose.
The carry gave Kalliope a chance to think, the cold seeping into her to make her shiver uncontrollably. It was good that he didn't carry her in front of him, a move that would have sent her into an even bigger panic when she thought of the night on her father's ship. With the boat rocking violently, it had thrown her and made her fall into the chests in her cabin. The fall had made her hit her head, blood was everywhere as her father carried her to the captain's cabin to be seen by the healer. He had carried her like a princess, even as she was in and out of consciousness that night. No one thought she would have made it, but somehow the gods thought she needed to live. With each of her savior's slips and almost falls, the jerking motion brought her back to the now, keeping her overwhelming panic at bay.
Another crash of thunder shook the very air around them, making Kalliope wrap her fists in his shirt as she clung to him the best that she could. Holding on, it was then that she noted the lack of armor, something that she knew Georgios had on when they left the palati on their trip. If this wasn't Georgios... then who had saved her? When he paused, she lifted up her body as much as she could trying to get the rush to stop making her head pound from being upside down for so long. The loud rain masking almost every sound, but she could feel his heavy breathing against her bracing palms.
Kalliope wondered if they would find shelter just as a loud buzz could be felt through the air, it was a familiar feeling that she had on the ship when the mast was struck by lightning. Kalliope's panic had her hitting her savior on the back again with a fervent rush that matched her panic, "RUN!!!! RUN RUN RUN RUN PLEASE RUN!!!!" Kalliope didn't know where the lightning would hit, she just did not want it to be them as the hairs on her arms started to lift and it tasted like she just bit a copper coin as she screamed.
Kyros was out of breath, for the first time in a very long while. The run through the much and the rain while carrying a woman over his shoulder had been much more treacherous than he'd anticipated. Of course he hadn't really anticipated any of this happening! He'd spotted the cave, and started off that way, but walking instead of running, for the soaked sand and dirt did not feel all that stable. His keen senses felt something stirring the air around them. His stomach knotted and started moving swifter, picking up his pace even as Kalliope started screaming for him to run and slamming her surprisingly strong hands into his back. He felt an eerie tingling course its way down his spin and across his arms. Not good. Not good. Not good! He broke into a flat out run, adrenaline giving him the strength to make the last leg of the journey much faster than he could have hoped for. He reached the mouth of the small cave, but the opening was not large enough for him to run straight into it with her on his shoulder. They were running out of time! Somehow he managed to get her pulled down from his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her tiny frame - one arm around her waist and the other cradling her head against his chest. He launched himself sideways and into a roll towards the cave opening just as a tremendous streak of like split the sky, as if Zeus himself was throwing his mighty lightening bolts directly at them!
The strike to the ground so close to them, actually launched Kyros into the air and deeper into the cave - and of course, Kalliope hugged to his chest as she was, was taken along for the ride. He wasn't sure if he managed it deliberately or not, for he was a bit dazed from the short flight, but Kyros' back slammed hard into the back wall of the cave - luckily taking the brunt of the landing and sparing Kalliope from more drastic injuries. The hit knocked the breath from his lungs, though, and he groaned and gasped as he fought to stay conscious. His grip lessened on the woman he'd saved for he'd used up most of his strength to get them to shelter.
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Kyros was out of breath, for the first time in a very long while. The run through the much and the rain while carrying a woman over his shoulder had been much more treacherous than he'd anticipated. Of course he hadn't really anticipated any of this happening! He'd spotted the cave, and started off that way, but walking instead of running, for the soaked sand and dirt did not feel all that stable. His keen senses felt something stirring the air around them. His stomach knotted and started moving swifter, picking up his pace even as Kalliope started screaming for him to run and slamming her surprisingly strong hands into his back. He felt an eerie tingling course its way down his spin and across his arms. Not good. Not good. Not good! He broke into a flat out run, adrenaline giving him the strength to make the last leg of the journey much faster than he could have hoped for. He reached the mouth of the small cave, but the opening was not large enough for him to run straight into it with her on his shoulder. They were running out of time! Somehow he managed to get her pulled down from his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her tiny frame - one arm around her waist and the other cradling her head against his chest. He launched himself sideways and into a roll towards the cave opening just as a tremendous streak of like split the sky, as if Zeus himself was throwing his mighty lightening bolts directly at them!
The strike to the ground so close to them, actually launched Kyros into the air and deeper into the cave - and of course, Kalliope hugged to his chest as she was, was taken along for the ride. He wasn't sure if he managed it deliberately or not, for he was a bit dazed from the short flight, but Kyros' back slammed hard into the back wall of the cave - luckily taking the brunt of the landing and sparing Kalliope from more drastic injuries. The hit knocked the breath from his lungs, though, and he groaned and gasped as he fought to stay conscious. His grip lessened on the woman he'd saved for he'd used up most of his strength to get them to shelter.
Kyros was out of breath, for the first time in a very long while. The run through the much and the rain while carrying a woman over his shoulder had been much more treacherous than he'd anticipated. Of course he hadn't really anticipated any of this happening! He'd spotted the cave, and started off that way, but walking instead of running, for the soaked sand and dirt did not feel all that stable. His keen senses felt something stirring the air around them. His stomach knotted and started moving swifter, picking up his pace even as Kalliope started screaming for him to run and slamming her surprisingly strong hands into his back. He felt an eerie tingling course its way down his spin and across his arms. Not good. Not good. Not good! He broke into a flat out run, adrenaline giving him the strength to make the last leg of the journey much faster than he could have hoped for. He reached the mouth of the small cave, but the opening was not large enough for him to run straight into it with her on his shoulder. They were running out of time! Somehow he managed to get her pulled down from his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her tiny frame - one arm around her waist and the other cradling her head against his chest. He launched himself sideways and into a roll towards the cave opening just as a tremendous streak of like split the sky, as if Zeus himself was throwing his mighty lightening bolts directly at them!
The strike to the ground so close to them, actually launched Kyros into the air and deeper into the cave - and of course, Kalliope hugged to his chest as she was, was taken along for the ride. He wasn't sure if he managed it deliberately or not, for he was a bit dazed from the short flight, but Kyros' back slammed hard into the back wall of the cave - luckily taking the brunt of the landing and sparing Kalliope from more drastic injuries. The hit knocked the breath from his lungs, though, and he groaned and gasped as he fought to stay conscious. His grip lessened on the woman he'd saved for he'd used up most of his strength to get them to shelter.
She could feel him move faster as she beat against him in her panic, the crackle of air shimmered around them when she could feel his breath kick up as she bounced on his shoulder, telling her that he was now running. The speed surprised her even as she braced against him, her hands placed against his hips as she tried not to bounce into his back when they ran. Kalliope's heart was racing as her breath could only come out in small puffs with each bounce into her savior's shoulder, she did not expect the next move of suddenly finding herself cradled against a very solid and very wet chest. Kalliope's head spun at the sudden feeling of being uprighted, wrapping her arms around his middle as she held onto him just as tightly he held her. His heart loud in her ears, focusing on his breathing and heartbeat as the air around them crackled.
A moment passed and time seemed to freeze as he threw them both through the air, Kalliope clung to him with all her might as she braced for the impact that she was sure to come. The hit was hard enough that her head bounced against his chest even though he held her tightly against him before starting to roll, distracting her from her hands being hit and pinned under their bodies. Kalliope was almost too distracted to notice as they started to roll, a loud crack filled the air and pushed them even harder in the direction they were rolling. Again airborne, Kalliope gripped her fists into his shirt as she ignored the pain that let itself be known in her hands from when they hit the floor, though she could no longer ignore it when they hit the wall, making her cry out in pain from the hit.
Her cry was muffled against his chest, Kalli tried her best to ignore the sharp pain in her hands, ignoring the pain as much as she could. Wherever they were it seemed dryer though she was still felt like she was born from ice. The sound reminded her of ships, of storms, and her completely undiluted fear. The smell of mud, with the rain and sweat in Kalliope's nose, was just strong enough to keep her from feeling like she was on that ship again. Kalliope heard him groan from the hit, wishing there was more she could do for her rescuer to help him with his injuries. She was sure that he was probably hurt, they did hit the ground and what felt like a rock wall to her hands, pretty hard. When his grip loosened, Kalliope lifted her head, but she did not move much further. With her hands gripped tightly into his shirt and pinned between his body and the wall, Kalliope couldn't pull away. Sitting there as the rain no longer pouring on them, Kalliope shivered against the cold. "Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?" With her legs on either side of his, her hands pinned behind him, she knew she couldn't do much at that moment, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try. "Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I..." Kalliope took a deep breath of her own, biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit. "T-thank you, for saving me."
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She could feel him move faster as she beat against him in her panic, the crackle of air shimmered around them when she could feel his breath kick up as she bounced on his shoulder, telling her that he was now running. The speed surprised her even as she braced against him, her hands placed against his hips as she tried not to bounce into his back when they ran. Kalliope's heart was racing as her breath could only come out in small puffs with each bounce into her savior's shoulder, she did not expect the next move of suddenly finding herself cradled against a very solid and very wet chest. Kalliope's head spun at the sudden feeling of being uprighted, wrapping her arms around his middle as she held onto him just as tightly he held her. His heart loud in her ears, focusing on his breathing and heartbeat as the air around them crackled.
A moment passed and time seemed to freeze as he threw them both through the air, Kalliope clung to him with all her might as she braced for the impact that she was sure to come. The hit was hard enough that her head bounced against his chest even though he held her tightly against him before starting to roll, distracting her from her hands being hit and pinned under their bodies. Kalliope was almost too distracted to notice as they started to roll, a loud crack filled the air and pushed them even harder in the direction they were rolling. Again airborne, Kalliope gripped her fists into his shirt as she ignored the pain that let itself be known in her hands from when they hit the floor, though she could no longer ignore it when they hit the wall, making her cry out in pain from the hit.
Her cry was muffled against his chest, Kalli tried her best to ignore the sharp pain in her hands, ignoring the pain as much as she could. Wherever they were it seemed dryer though she was still felt like she was born from ice. The sound reminded her of ships, of storms, and her completely undiluted fear. The smell of mud, with the rain and sweat in Kalliope's nose, was just strong enough to keep her from feeling like she was on that ship again. Kalliope heard him groan from the hit, wishing there was more she could do for her rescuer to help him with his injuries. She was sure that he was probably hurt, they did hit the ground and what felt like a rock wall to her hands, pretty hard. When his grip loosened, Kalliope lifted her head, but she did not move much further. With her hands gripped tightly into his shirt and pinned between his body and the wall, Kalliope couldn't pull away. Sitting there as the rain no longer pouring on them, Kalliope shivered against the cold. "Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?" With her legs on either side of his, her hands pinned behind him, she knew she couldn't do much at that moment, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try. "Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I..." Kalliope took a deep breath of her own, biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit. "T-thank you, for saving me."
She could feel him move faster as she beat against him in her panic, the crackle of air shimmered around them when she could feel his breath kick up as she bounced on his shoulder, telling her that he was now running. The speed surprised her even as she braced against him, her hands placed against his hips as she tried not to bounce into his back when they ran. Kalliope's heart was racing as her breath could only come out in small puffs with each bounce into her savior's shoulder, she did not expect the next move of suddenly finding herself cradled against a very solid and very wet chest. Kalliope's head spun at the sudden feeling of being uprighted, wrapping her arms around his middle as she held onto him just as tightly he held her. His heart loud in her ears, focusing on his breathing and heartbeat as the air around them crackled.
A moment passed and time seemed to freeze as he threw them both through the air, Kalliope clung to him with all her might as she braced for the impact that she was sure to come. The hit was hard enough that her head bounced against his chest even though he held her tightly against him before starting to roll, distracting her from her hands being hit and pinned under their bodies. Kalliope was almost too distracted to notice as they started to roll, a loud crack filled the air and pushed them even harder in the direction they were rolling. Again airborne, Kalliope gripped her fists into his shirt as she ignored the pain that let itself be known in her hands from when they hit the floor, though she could no longer ignore it when they hit the wall, making her cry out in pain from the hit.
Her cry was muffled against his chest, Kalli tried her best to ignore the sharp pain in her hands, ignoring the pain as much as she could. Wherever they were it seemed dryer though she was still felt like she was born from ice. The sound reminded her of ships, of storms, and her completely undiluted fear. The smell of mud, with the rain and sweat in Kalliope's nose, was just strong enough to keep her from feeling like she was on that ship again. Kalliope heard him groan from the hit, wishing there was more she could do for her rescuer to help him with his injuries. She was sure that he was probably hurt, they did hit the ground and what felt like a rock wall to her hands, pretty hard. When his grip loosened, Kalliope lifted her head, but she did not move much further. With her hands gripped tightly into his shirt and pinned between his body and the wall, Kalliope couldn't pull away. Sitting there as the rain no longer pouring on them, Kalliope shivered against the cold. "Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?" With her legs on either side of his, her hands pinned behind him, she knew she couldn't do much at that moment, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try. "Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I..." Kalliope took a deep breath of her own, biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit. "T-thank you, for saving me."
Dazed and out of breath, Kyros felt the world spinning around him. Or was he the one spinning? Damn the gods. He growled through the pain, his teeth clenched and eyes closed. But the sound of a woman's voice... Kalliope's voice, reached him through the haze of near darkness that was trying to swallow him.
'Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?'
Her voice brought him back, mostly. He could feel her. Her arms around him, her legs tangled with his. Her body pressed into him in a near perfect fit... He swallowed, stamping down those thoughts before they went any further. There were more pressing matters at hand. Like the throb of his head. He must of hit it against the stone. He tried to roll away from the wall of stone behind him - he could feel her hands trapped against his back. Were they there the whole time? He could be sure. It had all happened so quickly. The movement of trying to disentangle himself from her, sent a sharp pain down from the back of his head and down his neck. He gasped audibly and lifted a hand to the back of his head. "Gamó." he growled, cursing the gods once more - he'd spoken without thinking about the company he was in. Shit. His hair was wet and sticky, his hand came back bloodied.
'Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I...'
Kyros didn't want to answer her. But a quick survey reminded him that she did not have her lyre with her. And he'd already spoken. He exhaled heavily. "It's just a scratch." he lied, even as he felt nausea wash over him. He pushed it down, remembering that she had been hurt, the reason he'd had to carry her through the torrent outside. And her hands had been clutching the back of his tunic. His breathing picked up. What if he'd landed on her hands? What if she couldn't play her lyre anymore? Forgetting his own pain, he moved to examine her hands, his own shaking for the thought of having hurt her.
'T-thank you, for saving me.'
"You are fortunate I happened by when I did," he answered, leaving out the part about having been in a tree watching her, or the fact that he'd considered leaving her there. Her hands looked like they were bruising already, and he winced. "Your hands..." he breathed. His eyes went to her leg. The ankle on her right leg looked swollen. "Can you feel your toes?" he asked, gently releasing her hands and moving to take her ankle into his grasp to try to determine if it was broken or not.
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Dazed and out of breath, Kyros felt the world spinning around him. Or was he the one spinning? Damn the gods. He growled through the pain, his teeth clenched and eyes closed. But the sound of a woman's voice... Kalliope's voice, reached him through the haze of near darkness that was trying to swallow him.
'Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?'
Her voice brought him back, mostly. He could feel her. Her arms around him, her legs tangled with his. Her body pressed into him in a near perfect fit... He swallowed, stamping down those thoughts before they went any further. There were more pressing matters at hand. Like the throb of his head. He must of hit it against the stone. He tried to roll away from the wall of stone behind him - he could feel her hands trapped against his back. Were they there the whole time? He could be sure. It had all happened so quickly. The movement of trying to disentangle himself from her, sent a sharp pain down from the back of his head and down his neck. He gasped audibly and lifted a hand to the back of his head. "Gamó." he growled, cursing the gods once more - he'd spoken without thinking about the company he was in. Shit. His hair was wet and sticky, his hand came back bloodied.
'Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I...'
Kyros didn't want to answer her. But a quick survey reminded him that she did not have her lyre with her. And he'd already spoken. He exhaled heavily. "It's just a scratch." he lied, even as he felt nausea wash over him. He pushed it down, remembering that she had been hurt, the reason he'd had to carry her through the torrent outside. And her hands had been clutching the back of his tunic. His breathing picked up. What if he'd landed on her hands? What if she couldn't play her lyre anymore? Forgetting his own pain, he moved to examine her hands, his own shaking for the thought of having hurt her.
'T-thank you, for saving me.'
"You are fortunate I happened by when I did," he answered, leaving out the part about having been in a tree watching her, or the fact that he'd considered leaving her there. Her hands looked like they were bruising already, and he winced. "Your hands..." he breathed. His eyes went to her leg. The ankle on her right leg looked swollen. "Can you feel your toes?" he asked, gently releasing her hands and moving to take her ankle into his grasp to try to determine if it was broken or not.
Dazed and out of breath, Kyros felt the world spinning around him. Or was he the one spinning? Damn the gods. He growled through the pain, his teeth clenched and eyes closed. But the sound of a woman's voice... Kalliope's voice, reached him through the haze of near darkness that was trying to swallow him.
'Are you ok? How bad are you hurt?'
Her voice brought him back, mostly. He could feel her. Her arms around him, her legs tangled with his. Her body pressed into him in a near perfect fit... He swallowed, stamping down those thoughts before they went any further. There were more pressing matters at hand. Like the throb of his head. He must of hit it against the stone. He tried to roll away from the wall of stone behind him - he could feel her hands trapped against his back. Were they there the whole time? He could be sure. It had all happened so quickly. The movement of trying to disentangle himself from her, sent a sharp pain down from the back of his head and down his neck. He gasped audibly and lifted a hand to the back of his head. "Gamó." he growled, cursing the gods once more - he'd spoken without thinking about the company he was in. Shit. His hair was wet and sticky, his hand came back bloodied.
'Is there anything I can do to help? Are you bleeding? I...'
Kyros didn't want to answer her. But a quick survey reminded him that she did not have her lyre with her. And he'd already spoken. He exhaled heavily. "It's just a scratch." he lied, even as he felt nausea wash over him. He pushed it down, remembering that she had been hurt, the reason he'd had to carry her through the torrent outside. And her hands had been clutching the back of his tunic. His breathing picked up. What if he'd landed on her hands? What if she couldn't play her lyre anymore? Forgetting his own pain, he moved to examine her hands, his own shaking for the thought of having hurt her.
'T-thank you, for saving me.'
"You are fortunate I happened by when I did," he answered, leaving out the part about having been in a tree watching her, or the fact that he'd considered leaving her there. Her hands looked like they were bruising already, and he winced. "Your hands..." he breathed. His eyes went to her leg. The ankle on her right leg looked swollen. "Can you feel your toes?" he asked, gently releasing her hands and moving to take her ankle into his grasp to try to determine if it was broken or not.
His words did not surprise her, she was tempted to curse anyone and everyone for all the bumps and bruises that they just received from the storm and fall. When asked if he was hurt or bleeding, Kalliope paused at his answer. "Where are you bleeding? How bad is the scratch?" Kalliope gripped his shirt tighter, ignoring the pain in her fingers as she worried about how badly he was hurt. "How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere else?" For a moment, Kalliope was tempted to rip off part of her chiton to place against his scratch to make sure with a makeshift bandage.
Just as she thought about it, suddenly Kalliope found herself rolled over onto her back and he was above her now on the ground. The chill from the earth below them had her shivering in her soaked clothes, finally getting her fingers loose when he pulled away just enough that she would gather that he was looking down at her. Kalliope's hands pulled in front of her, not in a fist but her fingers still curled slightly as they stayed cramped, as she faced to where she guessed his face could be. Quietly, she thanked him for saving her.
'You are fortunate I happened by when I did. Indeed she was, who knows what would have happened if she was still out there stuck in that torrential downpour. Possibly dead or stolen away by the gods never to be seen again. 'Your hands..' Oh! For a moment, as they laid on the ground and her hands weren't being pinned or gripping his shirt, she almost forgot about them. Now that he pointed them out as he took them in his own to look at them and in his gentle grip, she winced as she tried to straighten out her fingers, "They should be ok, I think. They just don't want to unclench right now it would seem." Kalliope wiggled her fingers slowly, trying to hide her pain though she was sure it was clear to see in her expressions.
Kalliope wasn't even paying attention to her lower half until he asked if she could feel her toes, the answer was a resounding yes, among other things. She had almost forgotten that she had her legs on each side of his when they landed, and now that he had rolled them over, it was very much still the same position with her savior closer to her than she has ever been with a man. The thought made her blush bright before she winced as she wiggled her toes slowly. "I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?" Kalliope didn't know how she possibly looked, though she did know that she felt the pains showing one by one as the threat of the storm and lightning abated to the background of her mind.
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His words did not surprise her, she was tempted to curse anyone and everyone for all the bumps and bruises that they just received from the storm and fall. When asked if he was hurt or bleeding, Kalliope paused at his answer. "Where are you bleeding? How bad is the scratch?" Kalliope gripped his shirt tighter, ignoring the pain in her fingers as she worried about how badly he was hurt. "How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere else?" For a moment, Kalliope was tempted to rip off part of her chiton to place against his scratch to make sure with a makeshift bandage.
Just as she thought about it, suddenly Kalliope found herself rolled over onto her back and he was above her now on the ground. The chill from the earth below them had her shivering in her soaked clothes, finally getting her fingers loose when he pulled away just enough that she would gather that he was looking down at her. Kalliope's hands pulled in front of her, not in a fist but her fingers still curled slightly as they stayed cramped, as she faced to where she guessed his face could be. Quietly, she thanked him for saving her.
'You are fortunate I happened by when I did. Indeed she was, who knows what would have happened if she was still out there stuck in that torrential downpour. Possibly dead or stolen away by the gods never to be seen again. 'Your hands..' Oh! For a moment, as they laid on the ground and her hands weren't being pinned or gripping his shirt, she almost forgot about them. Now that he pointed them out as he took them in his own to look at them and in his gentle grip, she winced as she tried to straighten out her fingers, "They should be ok, I think. They just don't want to unclench right now it would seem." Kalliope wiggled her fingers slowly, trying to hide her pain though she was sure it was clear to see in her expressions.
Kalliope wasn't even paying attention to her lower half until he asked if she could feel her toes, the answer was a resounding yes, among other things. She had almost forgotten that she had her legs on each side of his when they landed, and now that he had rolled them over, it was very much still the same position with her savior closer to her than she has ever been with a man. The thought made her blush bright before she winced as she wiggled her toes slowly. "I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?" Kalliope didn't know how she possibly looked, though she did know that she felt the pains showing one by one as the threat of the storm and lightning abated to the background of her mind.
His words did not surprise her, she was tempted to curse anyone and everyone for all the bumps and bruises that they just received from the storm and fall. When asked if he was hurt or bleeding, Kalliope paused at his answer. "Where are you bleeding? How bad is the scratch?" Kalliope gripped his shirt tighter, ignoring the pain in her fingers as she worried about how badly he was hurt. "How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere else?" For a moment, Kalliope was tempted to rip off part of her chiton to place against his scratch to make sure with a makeshift bandage.
Just as she thought about it, suddenly Kalliope found herself rolled over onto her back and he was above her now on the ground. The chill from the earth below them had her shivering in her soaked clothes, finally getting her fingers loose when he pulled away just enough that she would gather that he was looking down at her. Kalliope's hands pulled in front of her, not in a fist but her fingers still curled slightly as they stayed cramped, as she faced to where she guessed his face could be. Quietly, she thanked him for saving her.
'You are fortunate I happened by when I did. Indeed she was, who knows what would have happened if she was still out there stuck in that torrential downpour. Possibly dead or stolen away by the gods never to be seen again. 'Your hands..' Oh! For a moment, as they laid on the ground and her hands weren't being pinned or gripping his shirt, she almost forgot about them. Now that he pointed them out as he took them in his own to look at them and in his gentle grip, she winced as she tried to straighten out her fingers, "They should be ok, I think. They just don't want to unclench right now it would seem." Kalliope wiggled her fingers slowly, trying to hide her pain though she was sure it was clear to see in her expressions.
Kalliope wasn't even paying attention to her lower half until he asked if she could feel her toes, the answer was a resounding yes, among other things. She had almost forgotten that she had her legs on each side of his when they landed, and now that he had rolled them over, it was very much still the same position with her savior closer to her than she has ever been with a man. The thought made her blush bright before she winced as she wiggled her toes slowly. "I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?" Kalliope didn't know how she possibly looked, though she did know that she felt the pains showing one by one as the threat of the storm and lightning abated to the background of her mind.
Kyros ignored her continued inquiries about his 'scratch' and focused on examining her. He could feel the wet of his clothes sinking into his skin and chilling him. IN the back of his mind he knew they needed to find a way to warm up, but he couldn't focus on that now. He was more concerned with Kalliope's injuries. The examination of her hands did not please him. He clenched his jaw, scowling when she said she couldn't unclench them. But she did wiggle them just a tiny bit and did not scream out in pain, so he'd moved on to her ankle.
'I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?'
She could feel her toes. That was good. "It it swollen. And warm to the touch." He cradled her calf in his hand and gripped her foot from the bottom, then began to slowly rotate her ankle as he flexed her foot, feeling with his deft fingers for anything out of place. "It does not appear broken, though I imagine in will be sore for days to come." he sighed wearily, crawling his way back alongside her from her feet. Another wave of nausea washed over him as he did though, and he had to fight hard not to empty his stomach all over her. He let his gaze roam the rest of her body, to be sure there was nothing else of concern. That was when he noticed how clearly he could see through her thin peplos. Oh... His breath caught in his throat and his groin stirred to life. He was grateful she could not see him eyeing her like this. Though why he cared was a conundrum in itself. He normally did not care if a woman saw him eyeing them. Politeness was not really a concern for him, raised as he was to take what he wanted. He could clearly see her nipples were hard and the gooseflesh popping up as the chill got to her as well. "We need to warm up... Here, lets get you sitting up at least." he said, with growing concern in his voice. He gripped one of her hands, and the elbow of her other arm and made to help her to a sitting position. Once he had her leaned against the back wall of the cave, he turned his surveying grey eyes to the rest of their makeshift shelter.
His trained eyes spotted evidence that this cave had been used before. A tattered and scattered remnant of a leaf bed in the corner. The remains of a small campfire, long since spent, situated near the mouth of the cave. IT appeared that they had hit it on the way in and the half burned sticks and twigs were somewhat scattered as well. "Maybe I can make a fire." he told her so she would know what he was doing as he moved about the cave. It may not be enough to keep them from freezing, but it would be a start.
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Kyros ignored her continued inquiries about his 'scratch' and focused on examining her. He could feel the wet of his clothes sinking into his skin and chilling him. IN the back of his mind he knew they needed to find a way to warm up, but he couldn't focus on that now. He was more concerned with Kalliope's injuries. The examination of her hands did not please him. He clenched his jaw, scowling when she said she couldn't unclench them. But she did wiggle them just a tiny bit and did not scream out in pain, so he'd moved on to her ankle.
'I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?'
She could feel her toes. That was good. "It it swollen. And warm to the touch." He cradled her calf in his hand and gripped her foot from the bottom, then began to slowly rotate her ankle as he flexed her foot, feeling with his deft fingers for anything out of place. "It does not appear broken, though I imagine in will be sore for days to come." he sighed wearily, crawling his way back alongside her from her feet. Another wave of nausea washed over him as he did though, and he had to fight hard not to empty his stomach all over her. He let his gaze roam the rest of her body, to be sure there was nothing else of concern. That was when he noticed how clearly he could see through her thin peplos. Oh... His breath caught in his throat and his groin stirred to life. He was grateful she could not see him eyeing her like this. Though why he cared was a conundrum in itself. He normally did not care if a woman saw him eyeing them. Politeness was not really a concern for him, raised as he was to take what he wanted. He could clearly see her nipples were hard and the gooseflesh popping up as the chill got to her as well. "We need to warm up... Here, lets get you sitting up at least." he said, with growing concern in his voice. He gripped one of her hands, and the elbow of her other arm and made to help her to a sitting position. Once he had her leaned against the back wall of the cave, he turned his surveying grey eyes to the rest of their makeshift shelter.
His trained eyes spotted evidence that this cave had been used before. A tattered and scattered remnant of a leaf bed in the corner. The remains of a small campfire, long since spent, situated near the mouth of the cave. IT appeared that they had hit it on the way in and the half burned sticks and twigs were somewhat scattered as well. "Maybe I can make a fire." he told her so she would know what he was doing as he moved about the cave. It may not be enough to keep them from freezing, but it would be a start.
Kyros ignored her continued inquiries about his 'scratch' and focused on examining her. He could feel the wet of his clothes sinking into his skin and chilling him. IN the back of his mind he knew they needed to find a way to warm up, but he couldn't focus on that now. He was more concerned with Kalliope's injuries. The examination of her hands did not please him. He clenched his jaw, scowling when she said she couldn't unclench them. But she did wiggle them just a tiny bit and did not scream out in pain, so he'd moved on to her ankle.
'I-I can, though it hurts to move it. How does it look?'
She could feel her toes. That was good. "It it swollen. And warm to the touch." He cradled her calf in his hand and gripped her foot from the bottom, then began to slowly rotate her ankle as he flexed her foot, feeling with his deft fingers for anything out of place. "It does not appear broken, though I imagine in will be sore for days to come." he sighed wearily, crawling his way back alongside her from her feet. Another wave of nausea washed over him as he did though, and he had to fight hard not to empty his stomach all over her. He let his gaze roam the rest of her body, to be sure there was nothing else of concern. That was when he noticed how clearly he could see through her thin peplos. Oh... His breath caught in his throat and his groin stirred to life. He was grateful she could not see him eyeing her like this. Though why he cared was a conundrum in itself. He normally did not care if a woman saw him eyeing them. Politeness was not really a concern for him, raised as he was to take what he wanted. He could clearly see her nipples were hard and the gooseflesh popping up as the chill got to her as well. "We need to warm up... Here, lets get you sitting up at least." he said, with growing concern in his voice. He gripped one of her hands, and the elbow of her other arm and made to help her to a sitting position. Once he had her leaned against the back wall of the cave, he turned his surveying grey eyes to the rest of their makeshift shelter.
His trained eyes spotted evidence that this cave had been used before. A tattered and scattered remnant of a leaf bed in the corner. The remains of a small campfire, long since spent, situated near the mouth of the cave. IT appeared that they had hit it on the way in and the half burned sticks and twigs were somewhat scattered as well. "Maybe I can make a fire." he told her so she would know what he was doing as he moved about the cave. It may not be enough to keep them from freezing, but it would be a start.
Kalliope didn't know how she felt being examined by a stranger, though at the same time, she could understand his concern since she just had the same for him. With each pass, Kalliope listened as he looked over her ankle. With his grip shifting and letting go of her hands, Kalliope suddenly found her foot in a warm grip, a reminder of just how cold she was now as she shivered again. Learning that it was swollen and warm, Kalliope couldn't stop the groan as her mind went to wondering just how she would get home. His fingers felt good on her foot, even if her ankle disagreed, so much so that she let out a soft sigh when his hands left her."It's good that it is not broken, that would have been a pain getting home on a broken ankle, I would wager."
Kalliope tried her had at some dry humor, smiling to herself softly. Who would have thought that she would make light with someone that she just met? Her mind drifted to Apollo, wondering if he was safe even as she knew that she was the one that refused to go back to that little alcove. Scared of what might happen if she did, her mind drifted as she bit her lip in thought. Kalliope came back to the now when she felt her savior move back beside her, she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was eyeing her in a way that she was not used too. Though she caught the sound of his breath catching, "Is everything ok?"
Kalliope shivered, though not just from the cold as she wondered what he was thinking as they laid there, nodding her agreement when he suggested to warm up and to get her sitting up. "Yes, thank you. It is so cold in here..." She could hear the concern, moving with him when he pulled her up so carefully, sitting her back against the stone wall. The coldness making her jump a little as she arched out from the wall as she squeaked in surprise. Who would have thought that there was something colder than she? "A fire sounds amazing right now." Though she was cold as anything, she wondered if the fire would be enough to warm them. She could feel the gooseflesh rising on her skin as she worked to wiggle her fingers, getting just enough to be able to move her hair to the side and off her neck to attempt to look less like a street rat. "What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?" and with that, she offered him the first true smile since they ended up in the cave and shivering.
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Kalliope didn't know how she felt being examined by a stranger, though at the same time, she could understand his concern since she just had the same for him. With each pass, Kalliope listened as he looked over her ankle. With his grip shifting and letting go of her hands, Kalliope suddenly found her foot in a warm grip, a reminder of just how cold she was now as she shivered again. Learning that it was swollen and warm, Kalliope couldn't stop the groan as her mind went to wondering just how she would get home. His fingers felt good on her foot, even if her ankle disagreed, so much so that she let out a soft sigh when his hands left her."It's good that it is not broken, that would have been a pain getting home on a broken ankle, I would wager."
Kalliope tried her had at some dry humor, smiling to herself softly. Who would have thought that she would make light with someone that she just met? Her mind drifted to Apollo, wondering if he was safe even as she knew that she was the one that refused to go back to that little alcove. Scared of what might happen if she did, her mind drifted as she bit her lip in thought. Kalliope came back to the now when she felt her savior move back beside her, she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was eyeing her in a way that she was not used too. Though she caught the sound of his breath catching, "Is everything ok?"
Kalliope shivered, though not just from the cold as she wondered what he was thinking as they laid there, nodding her agreement when he suggested to warm up and to get her sitting up. "Yes, thank you. It is so cold in here..." She could hear the concern, moving with him when he pulled her up so carefully, sitting her back against the stone wall. The coldness making her jump a little as she arched out from the wall as she squeaked in surprise. Who would have thought that there was something colder than she? "A fire sounds amazing right now." Though she was cold as anything, she wondered if the fire would be enough to warm them. She could feel the gooseflesh rising on her skin as she worked to wiggle her fingers, getting just enough to be able to move her hair to the side and off her neck to attempt to look less like a street rat. "What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?" and with that, she offered him the first true smile since they ended up in the cave and shivering.
Kalliope didn't know how she felt being examined by a stranger, though at the same time, she could understand his concern since she just had the same for him. With each pass, Kalliope listened as he looked over her ankle. With his grip shifting and letting go of her hands, Kalliope suddenly found her foot in a warm grip, a reminder of just how cold she was now as she shivered again. Learning that it was swollen and warm, Kalliope couldn't stop the groan as her mind went to wondering just how she would get home. His fingers felt good on her foot, even if her ankle disagreed, so much so that she let out a soft sigh when his hands left her."It's good that it is not broken, that would have been a pain getting home on a broken ankle, I would wager."
Kalliope tried her had at some dry humor, smiling to herself softly. Who would have thought that she would make light with someone that she just met? Her mind drifted to Apollo, wondering if he was safe even as she knew that she was the one that refused to go back to that little alcove. Scared of what might happen if she did, her mind drifted as she bit her lip in thought. Kalliope came back to the now when she felt her savior move back beside her, she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was eyeing her in a way that she was not used too. Though she caught the sound of his breath catching, "Is everything ok?"
Kalliope shivered, though not just from the cold as she wondered what he was thinking as they laid there, nodding her agreement when he suggested to warm up and to get her sitting up. "Yes, thank you. It is so cold in here..." She could hear the concern, moving with him when he pulled her up so carefully, sitting her back against the stone wall. The coldness making her jump a little as she arched out from the wall as she squeaked in surprise. Who would have thought that there was something colder than she? "A fire sounds amazing right now." Though she was cold as anything, she wondered if the fire would be enough to warm them. She could feel the gooseflesh rising on her skin as she worked to wiggle her fingers, getting just enough to be able to move her hair to the side and off her neck to attempt to look less like a street rat. "What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?" and with that, she offered him the first true smile since they ended up in the cave and shivering.
The mercenary didn’t answer her question of whether everything was alright or not. He didn’t really know how to answer that, not while he was looking at her and his body was screaming at him to take the pleasure from her that he so badly desired. Instead, he’d proceeded to get her situated against the stone wall of their shelter. But Kalliope did not just settled against the stone. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out, her nipples hard and clearly visible through her peplos. And the small surprised noise she made at the coldness of the stone against her back. His blood was boiling, his eyes wide, and it was everything he could do not to give in to his own wishes. So he’d distracted himself with searching the cave for a way to make a fire…
Kyros began putting the scattered and half charred remains of the campfire back into some semblance of a useable arrangement. He also scooped up some of the dried leaves and straw from what used to be bedding and put it at the base of the logs. He’d moved the whole arrangement from its original spot at the mouth of the cave, to closer towards the middle. He picked up a couple small rocks he could try to spark against each other to get the fire going. As he bent over the pile he’d made and prepared to try to get those sparks flying, Kalliope spoke again.
’What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?’
He paused, frowning deeply. His back was to her, but he did not turn his head to look her way. ”I am no one’s savior.” he said simply. Then he set to the work of hitting the rocks together at a sliding angle, his mind focused, willing the spark to come, willing there to be a fire. They needed fire or they would both be sick before this storm passed. Savior? Why would she call him that? She wouldn’t call him that if she knew the truth. That he’d nearly left her in the rain, alone and lost. She wouldn’t call him that if she knew he wished to use her as a way into the palati, and in truth that was partially why he’d chosen to save her from the storm to begin with. She was no good to him dead, after all.
After many minutes of trying, Kyros had nearly given up on starting a fire, but then it happened. A spark. Catching easily on the dried bits he’d gathered up from the back of the cave. He bent low, carefully breathing on the tiny flame to coax it to life. It was a delicate balance. Too much breath and the flame would go out, but just enough and it would grow, catching more of the pile in its hungry search. Kyros carefully added a bit more kindling as the flame got bigger. The flames mustn’t die before they caught hold of the larger sticks. Within minutes, the skilled mercenary had the fire giving off a decent bit of warmth. It would not be entirely enough. But it was a start. ”We have fire.” he said, coming back to Kalliope’s side. ”You should move closer. It’s small and does not give off much warmth. You’ll allow me to help you?” His voice was thick and rich as he knelt next to her and spoke in an almost whisper.
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The mercenary didn’t answer her question of whether everything was alright or not. He didn’t really know how to answer that, not while he was looking at her and his body was screaming at him to take the pleasure from her that he so badly desired. Instead, he’d proceeded to get her situated against the stone wall of their shelter. But Kalliope did not just settled against the stone. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out, her nipples hard and clearly visible through her peplos. And the small surprised noise she made at the coldness of the stone against her back. His blood was boiling, his eyes wide, and it was everything he could do not to give in to his own wishes. So he’d distracted himself with searching the cave for a way to make a fire…
Kyros began putting the scattered and half charred remains of the campfire back into some semblance of a useable arrangement. He also scooped up some of the dried leaves and straw from what used to be bedding and put it at the base of the logs. He’d moved the whole arrangement from its original spot at the mouth of the cave, to closer towards the middle. He picked up a couple small rocks he could try to spark against each other to get the fire going. As he bent over the pile he’d made and prepared to try to get those sparks flying, Kalliope spoke again.
’What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?’
He paused, frowning deeply. His back was to her, but he did not turn his head to look her way. ”I am no one’s savior.” he said simply. Then he set to the work of hitting the rocks together at a sliding angle, his mind focused, willing the spark to come, willing there to be a fire. They needed fire or they would both be sick before this storm passed. Savior? Why would she call him that? She wouldn’t call him that if she knew the truth. That he’d nearly left her in the rain, alone and lost. She wouldn’t call him that if she knew he wished to use her as a way into the palati, and in truth that was partially why he’d chosen to save her from the storm to begin with. She was no good to him dead, after all.
After many minutes of trying, Kyros had nearly given up on starting a fire, but then it happened. A spark. Catching easily on the dried bits he’d gathered up from the back of the cave. He bent low, carefully breathing on the tiny flame to coax it to life. It was a delicate balance. Too much breath and the flame would go out, but just enough and it would grow, catching more of the pile in its hungry search. Kyros carefully added a bit more kindling as the flame got bigger. The flames mustn’t die before they caught hold of the larger sticks. Within minutes, the skilled mercenary had the fire giving off a decent bit of warmth. It would not be entirely enough. But it was a start. ”We have fire.” he said, coming back to Kalliope’s side. ”You should move closer. It’s small and does not give off much warmth. You’ll allow me to help you?” His voice was thick and rich as he knelt next to her and spoke in an almost whisper.
The mercenary didn’t answer her question of whether everything was alright or not. He didn’t really know how to answer that, not while he was looking at her and his body was screaming at him to take the pleasure from her that he so badly desired. Instead, he’d proceeded to get her situated against the stone wall of their shelter. But Kalliope did not just settled against the stone. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out, her nipples hard and clearly visible through her peplos. And the small surprised noise she made at the coldness of the stone against her back. His blood was boiling, his eyes wide, and it was everything he could do not to give in to his own wishes. So he’d distracted himself with searching the cave for a way to make a fire…
Kyros began putting the scattered and half charred remains of the campfire back into some semblance of a useable arrangement. He also scooped up some of the dried leaves and straw from what used to be bedding and put it at the base of the logs. He’d moved the whole arrangement from its original spot at the mouth of the cave, to closer towards the middle. He picked up a couple small rocks he could try to spark against each other to get the fire going. As he bent over the pile he’d made and prepared to try to get those sparks flying, Kalliope spoke again.
’What is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Or should I just keep calling you Savior like I am in my head?’
He paused, frowning deeply. His back was to her, but he did not turn his head to look her way. ”I am no one’s savior.” he said simply. Then he set to the work of hitting the rocks together at a sliding angle, his mind focused, willing the spark to come, willing there to be a fire. They needed fire or they would both be sick before this storm passed. Savior? Why would she call him that? She wouldn’t call him that if she knew the truth. That he’d nearly left her in the rain, alone and lost. She wouldn’t call him that if she knew he wished to use her as a way into the palati, and in truth that was partially why he’d chosen to save her from the storm to begin with. She was no good to him dead, after all.
After many minutes of trying, Kyros had nearly given up on starting a fire, but then it happened. A spark. Catching easily on the dried bits he’d gathered up from the back of the cave. He bent low, carefully breathing on the tiny flame to coax it to life. It was a delicate balance. Too much breath and the flame would go out, but just enough and it would grow, catching more of the pile in its hungry search. Kyros carefully added a bit more kindling as the flame got bigger. The flames mustn’t die before they caught hold of the larger sticks. Within minutes, the skilled mercenary had the fire giving off a decent bit of warmth. It would not be entirely enough. But it was a start. ”We have fire.” he said, coming back to Kalliope’s side. ”You should move closer. It’s small and does not give off much warmth. You’ll allow me to help you?” His voice was thick and rich as he knelt next to her and spoke in an almost whisper.
Kalliope could hear him move around and mess with things around the cave. Sounds of dried leaves and possibly logs sounded loud to her in the silence, the rain becoming more tuned out as he brought her to focus. Small wind gusts from the storm made its way into the dwelling as the sounds of rocks hitting filled the air, making Kalliope shiver as she asked him for a name. His response had her frown as well. What did he mean that he was no savior? If not for him, she would probably still be out in the rain. If that didn't make him a hero for at least herself, then what would he be?
"Whether you call yourself a savior or not, you are at least mine. If not for you, I would still be out there in the rain, possibly dead. Thanks to you, I do not have to find out." She still never received a name, similar to her encounter with the one she thought of as Apollo, though there was a chance he couldn't speak. Even if he implied that he could, she never heard him even once. Why did men have to be so difficult? Were all men like this? A question that she pondered if she should ask her Lady about, she might know the answer to that very complicated question.
At times, Kalliope was very naive about men, having only seen them from afar as they listened to her music and occasionally answering questions, but never had she spent much time with them up close. Hearing the tapping of the rocks, the rhythm slowly lulling Kalliope into a drifting state as she tried to ignore the cold. Tap, tap, tap, tap... Each tap had her closing her eyes as her head rested against the wall behind her, imagining being in the market as the artisans sculpted marble statues, the warm sun against her face.
Suddenly a hiss could be heard, followed by gentle blowing that hinted at a fire building, pulling at her daydream. Dry leaves popped and crackled as the flame grew, the sound of his voice woke Kalliope up the rest of the way as she faced to where she thought he was and smiled. "A fire, even a small one, sounds lovely right now." He came closer, the smell of smoke following him as he knelt by her. His soft voice, thick and richly masculine as it was, had Kalliope shiver in a wholly different way that did not involve being cold at all as he asked if he could help her. His voice was mesmerizing, making her cheeks flush bright as she nodded once, reaching out her hand to him as she forgot about any injuries that she had. "Yes, please. If you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it."
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Kalliope could hear him move around and mess with things around the cave. Sounds of dried leaves and possibly logs sounded loud to her in the silence, the rain becoming more tuned out as he brought her to focus. Small wind gusts from the storm made its way into the dwelling as the sounds of rocks hitting filled the air, making Kalliope shiver as she asked him for a name. His response had her frown as well. What did he mean that he was no savior? If not for him, she would probably still be out in the rain. If that didn't make him a hero for at least herself, then what would he be?
"Whether you call yourself a savior or not, you are at least mine. If not for you, I would still be out there in the rain, possibly dead. Thanks to you, I do not have to find out." She still never received a name, similar to her encounter with the one she thought of as Apollo, though there was a chance he couldn't speak. Even if he implied that he could, she never heard him even once. Why did men have to be so difficult? Were all men like this? A question that she pondered if she should ask her Lady about, she might know the answer to that very complicated question.
At times, Kalliope was very naive about men, having only seen them from afar as they listened to her music and occasionally answering questions, but never had she spent much time with them up close. Hearing the tapping of the rocks, the rhythm slowly lulling Kalliope into a drifting state as she tried to ignore the cold. Tap, tap, tap, tap... Each tap had her closing her eyes as her head rested against the wall behind her, imagining being in the market as the artisans sculpted marble statues, the warm sun against her face.
Suddenly a hiss could be heard, followed by gentle blowing that hinted at a fire building, pulling at her daydream. Dry leaves popped and crackled as the flame grew, the sound of his voice woke Kalliope up the rest of the way as she faced to where she thought he was and smiled. "A fire, even a small one, sounds lovely right now." He came closer, the smell of smoke following him as he knelt by her. His soft voice, thick and richly masculine as it was, had Kalliope shiver in a wholly different way that did not involve being cold at all as he asked if he could help her. His voice was mesmerizing, making her cheeks flush bright as she nodded once, reaching out her hand to him as she forgot about any injuries that she had. "Yes, please. If you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it."
Kalliope could hear him move around and mess with things around the cave. Sounds of dried leaves and possibly logs sounded loud to her in the silence, the rain becoming more tuned out as he brought her to focus. Small wind gusts from the storm made its way into the dwelling as the sounds of rocks hitting filled the air, making Kalliope shiver as she asked him for a name. His response had her frown as well. What did he mean that he was no savior? If not for him, she would probably still be out in the rain. If that didn't make him a hero for at least herself, then what would he be?
"Whether you call yourself a savior or not, you are at least mine. If not for you, I would still be out there in the rain, possibly dead. Thanks to you, I do not have to find out." She still never received a name, similar to her encounter with the one she thought of as Apollo, though there was a chance he couldn't speak. Even if he implied that he could, she never heard him even once. Why did men have to be so difficult? Were all men like this? A question that she pondered if she should ask her Lady about, she might know the answer to that very complicated question.
At times, Kalliope was very naive about men, having only seen them from afar as they listened to her music and occasionally answering questions, but never had she spent much time with them up close. Hearing the tapping of the rocks, the rhythm slowly lulling Kalliope into a drifting state as she tried to ignore the cold. Tap, tap, tap, tap... Each tap had her closing her eyes as her head rested against the wall behind her, imagining being in the market as the artisans sculpted marble statues, the warm sun against her face.
Suddenly a hiss could be heard, followed by gentle blowing that hinted at a fire building, pulling at her daydream. Dry leaves popped and crackled as the flame grew, the sound of his voice woke Kalliope up the rest of the way as she faced to where she thought he was and smiled. "A fire, even a small one, sounds lovely right now." He came closer, the smell of smoke following him as he knelt by her. His soft voice, thick and richly masculine as it was, had Kalliope shiver in a wholly different way that did not involve being cold at all as he asked if he could help her. His voice was mesmerizing, making her cheeks flush bright as she nodded once, reaching out her hand to him as she forgot about any injuries that she had. "Yes, please. If you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it."
The light in the cave may have been dim, but Kalliope's skin was pale enough that the slight flush of color spreading across her cheeks did not escape his notice as he crouched beside her. He took her outstretched hand and stood to his full height, pulling her up with him. Bad idea. He felt her balance falter when she tried to put weight on her injured ankle. He stepped in, closer to her, he left arm slinking around her waist to hold her up. "Easy..." he whispered, his voice low as his body reacted to having her against him. Last time he hadn't had time to think about her body pressed to his as he'd been more concerned with getting them into the cave and avoiding the lighting being hurled at them. But now... he was certainly aware of it. He cleared his throat and made to slip his other arm behind her knees so he could lift her into his arms and carry her to the meager fire.
He refused to look at her as he held her. Hardly even let himself breathe until he had her sitting next to the fire, as close as he could safely place her. He stepped back and found his own seat just outside of arms reach. Even by the fire he was feeling the bite of the cold rain. He looked down at his wet clothes. He let out an audible breath and pulled his tunic off over his head. "You can warm up faster if you weren't in those wet clothes." He said, glancing sideways at her. "The clothes would dry out faster too." he added, as he moved away from the fire to ring the water out of his tunic and lay it on a bolder off to the side of the small cave. He then removed the belt holding his his sheathed daggers and, after setting these aside, removed his leather boots and trousers so as to ring them out as well - leaving his standing there in the loincloth he wore beneath his clothes.
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The light in the cave may have been dim, but Kalliope's skin was pale enough that the slight flush of color spreading across her cheeks did not escape his notice as he crouched beside her. He took her outstretched hand and stood to his full height, pulling her up with him. Bad idea. He felt her balance falter when she tried to put weight on her injured ankle. He stepped in, closer to her, he left arm slinking around her waist to hold her up. "Easy..." he whispered, his voice low as his body reacted to having her against him. Last time he hadn't had time to think about her body pressed to his as he'd been more concerned with getting them into the cave and avoiding the lighting being hurled at them. But now... he was certainly aware of it. He cleared his throat and made to slip his other arm behind her knees so he could lift her into his arms and carry her to the meager fire.
He refused to look at her as he held her. Hardly even let himself breathe until he had her sitting next to the fire, as close as he could safely place her. He stepped back and found his own seat just outside of arms reach. Even by the fire he was feeling the bite of the cold rain. He looked down at his wet clothes. He let out an audible breath and pulled his tunic off over his head. "You can warm up faster if you weren't in those wet clothes." He said, glancing sideways at her. "The clothes would dry out faster too." he added, as he moved away from the fire to ring the water out of his tunic and lay it on a bolder off to the side of the small cave. He then removed the belt holding his his sheathed daggers and, after setting these aside, removed his leather boots and trousers so as to ring them out as well - leaving his standing there in the loincloth he wore beneath his clothes.
The light in the cave may have been dim, but Kalliope's skin was pale enough that the slight flush of color spreading across her cheeks did not escape his notice as he crouched beside her. He took her outstretched hand and stood to his full height, pulling her up with him. Bad idea. He felt her balance falter when she tried to put weight on her injured ankle. He stepped in, closer to her, he left arm slinking around her waist to hold her up. "Easy..." he whispered, his voice low as his body reacted to having her against him. Last time he hadn't had time to think about her body pressed to his as he'd been more concerned with getting them into the cave and avoiding the lighting being hurled at them. But now... he was certainly aware of it. He cleared his throat and made to slip his other arm behind her knees so he could lift her into his arms and carry her to the meager fire.
He refused to look at her as he held her. Hardly even let himself breathe until he had her sitting next to the fire, as close as he could safely place her. He stepped back and found his own seat just outside of arms reach. Even by the fire he was feeling the bite of the cold rain. He looked down at his wet clothes. He let out an audible breath and pulled his tunic off over his head. "You can warm up faster if you weren't in those wet clothes." He said, glancing sideways at her. "The clothes would dry out faster too." he added, as he moved away from the fire to ring the water out of his tunic and lay it on a bolder off to the side of the small cave. He then removed the belt holding his his sheathed daggers and, after setting these aside, removed his leather boots and trousers so as to ring them out as well - leaving his standing there in the loincloth he wore beneath his clothes.
The moment her hand was in his and Kalliope's hands reminded her of the bruises that would probably appear later, making her bite her lip from the dull throbbing pain against his gentle grip. Standing up was a whole different experience altogether. The sharp shooting pain in her ankle made her step falter and pull in a hissing breath, having forgotten the injury at the lull of his voice. Then arms wrapped around her, a whispered comfort brushed against her ear with a masculine voice that had her feeling overheated despite the cold.
Kalliope leaned into his touch, drawn like a magnet as he pulled her closer. "Thank you..." Another thank you, whispered as she held onto him, her body wanting something that she never dared to allow herself to even dream about. A feeling of wanting... something. The sudden feeling of his arm under her legs as he lifted her, Kalli could feel the bulge of his muscles moving around her as he carried her. For a moment, Kalliope felt weightless as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
She could feel the warmth spread as they moved closer to the fire, letting out a sigh as she rested her head against his chest for a moment as she let out a content sounding hum, "Mmmmm... That is starting to feel so nice, the heat." With her eyes closed as she rested against him, the short walk from where she was to the fire seemed slow to Kalliope, though time rushed passed the moment he put her down. Kalliope started to shiver again, the cold from the stone under her seemingly seeping through her like an inkblot on parchment paper as the fire tried to fight against it. His comment about her clothes made sense, even if she couldn't stop the bright blush that colored her cheeks at the thought of being in her undergarments around a man. "Y-you're right... I just..."
Kalliope had to stand up now if she were to remove her gown so it could dry, but this wasn't going to be easy for reasons other than just her ankle. She stood up slowly, shaky on her leg as she favored her injured ankle, as she reached around for her belt that held the cloth in place around her waist. Placing it gently on the ground beside her before making her way to the pins that held her gown in place at her shoulder. The sounds of metal and stiff leather being removed, Kalliope paused for a moment, wishing that she could see just this once before she started to work on her pins to remove them, now heavily soaked, fabric. The first pin removed, the fabric shifted down one side with surprising quickness that tried to throw Kalliope's balance off, her good ankle trying to keep her up as she avoids pressure on her other ankle.
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The moment her hand was in his and Kalliope's hands reminded her of the bruises that would probably appear later, making her bite her lip from the dull throbbing pain against his gentle grip. Standing up was a whole different experience altogether. The sharp shooting pain in her ankle made her step falter and pull in a hissing breath, having forgotten the injury at the lull of his voice. Then arms wrapped around her, a whispered comfort brushed against her ear with a masculine voice that had her feeling overheated despite the cold.
Kalliope leaned into his touch, drawn like a magnet as he pulled her closer. "Thank you..." Another thank you, whispered as she held onto him, her body wanting something that she never dared to allow herself to even dream about. A feeling of wanting... something. The sudden feeling of his arm under her legs as he lifted her, Kalli could feel the bulge of his muscles moving around her as he carried her. For a moment, Kalliope felt weightless as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
She could feel the warmth spread as they moved closer to the fire, letting out a sigh as she rested her head against his chest for a moment as she let out a content sounding hum, "Mmmmm... That is starting to feel so nice, the heat." With her eyes closed as she rested against him, the short walk from where she was to the fire seemed slow to Kalliope, though time rushed passed the moment he put her down. Kalliope started to shiver again, the cold from the stone under her seemingly seeping through her like an inkblot on parchment paper as the fire tried to fight against it. His comment about her clothes made sense, even if she couldn't stop the bright blush that colored her cheeks at the thought of being in her undergarments around a man. "Y-you're right... I just..."
Kalliope had to stand up now if she were to remove her gown so it could dry, but this wasn't going to be easy for reasons other than just her ankle. She stood up slowly, shaky on her leg as she favored her injured ankle, as she reached around for her belt that held the cloth in place around her waist. Placing it gently on the ground beside her before making her way to the pins that held her gown in place at her shoulder. The sounds of metal and stiff leather being removed, Kalliope paused for a moment, wishing that she could see just this once before she started to work on her pins to remove them, now heavily soaked, fabric. The first pin removed, the fabric shifted down one side with surprising quickness that tried to throw Kalliope's balance off, her good ankle trying to keep her up as she avoids pressure on her other ankle.
The moment her hand was in his and Kalliope's hands reminded her of the bruises that would probably appear later, making her bite her lip from the dull throbbing pain against his gentle grip. Standing up was a whole different experience altogether. The sharp shooting pain in her ankle made her step falter and pull in a hissing breath, having forgotten the injury at the lull of his voice. Then arms wrapped around her, a whispered comfort brushed against her ear with a masculine voice that had her feeling overheated despite the cold.
Kalliope leaned into his touch, drawn like a magnet as he pulled her closer. "Thank you..." Another thank you, whispered as she held onto him, her body wanting something that she never dared to allow herself to even dream about. A feeling of wanting... something. The sudden feeling of his arm under her legs as he lifted her, Kalli could feel the bulge of his muscles moving around her as he carried her. For a moment, Kalliope felt weightless as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
She could feel the warmth spread as they moved closer to the fire, letting out a sigh as she rested her head against his chest for a moment as she let out a content sounding hum, "Mmmmm... That is starting to feel so nice, the heat." With her eyes closed as she rested against him, the short walk from where she was to the fire seemed slow to Kalliope, though time rushed passed the moment he put her down. Kalliope started to shiver again, the cold from the stone under her seemingly seeping through her like an inkblot on parchment paper as the fire tried to fight against it. His comment about her clothes made sense, even if she couldn't stop the bright blush that colored her cheeks at the thought of being in her undergarments around a man. "Y-you're right... I just..."
Kalliope had to stand up now if she were to remove her gown so it could dry, but this wasn't going to be easy for reasons other than just her ankle. She stood up slowly, shaky on her leg as she favored her injured ankle, as she reached around for her belt that held the cloth in place around her waist. Placing it gently on the ground beside her before making her way to the pins that held her gown in place at her shoulder. The sounds of metal and stiff leather being removed, Kalliope paused for a moment, wishing that she could see just this once before she started to work on her pins to remove them, now heavily soaked, fabric. The first pin removed, the fabric shifted down one side with surprising quickness that tried to throw Kalliope's balance off, her good ankle trying to keep her up as she avoids pressure on her other ankle.