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The cool air chilled him considerably. But he knew that was preferable to staying in the soaked clothes. He wrung out and spread his trousers and tunic over the rock the best he could. He turned on his heel to reclaim his place by the meager fire - just n time to see Kalliope become unbalanced by the awkward weight of her water logged peplos. She was losing the battle, and would have ended up falling to the dirt if Kyros didn't catch her. He was behind her in an instant, wrapped a a strong arm around her waist, her back pressed to his bared chest. "You have to stop falling." he whispered thickly into her ear.
This position, the way he was holding her now. It was the closest he'd been to her since they'd met. Well... the first time he was able to slow down an enjoy it anyways. She smelled faintly of flowers, and fully of rain. That made sense, since she was soaked in rain water. Her skin was cool to the touch, and... was she shivering? That couldn't be good. She felt good against his chest though. Kyros almost gave in. Almost told her who he was, or at least that they'd met before. But then she'd know he'd been lying to her when he'd refused to speak before. How would she react to that? No... he couldn't tell her. She must continue to think he was a random stranger that happened to find her in the rain.
Kyros gingerly took her hand away from the pins holding her gown in place. "Focus on staying upright. Let me get these wet clothes off of you."
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The cool air chilled him considerably. But he knew that was preferable to staying in the soaked clothes. He wrung out and spread his trousers and tunic over the rock the best he could. He turned on his heel to reclaim his place by the meager fire - just n time to see Kalliope become unbalanced by the awkward weight of her water logged peplos. She was losing the battle, and would have ended up falling to the dirt if Kyros didn't catch her. He was behind her in an instant, wrapped a a strong arm around her waist, her back pressed to his bared chest. "You have to stop falling." he whispered thickly into her ear.
This position, the way he was holding her now. It was the closest he'd been to her since they'd met. Well... the first time he was able to slow down an enjoy it anyways. She smelled faintly of flowers, and fully of rain. That made sense, since she was soaked in rain water. Her skin was cool to the touch, and... was she shivering? That couldn't be good. She felt good against his chest though. Kyros almost gave in. Almost told her who he was, or at least that they'd met before. But then she'd know he'd been lying to her when he'd refused to speak before. How would she react to that? No... he couldn't tell her. She must continue to think he was a random stranger that happened to find her in the rain.
Kyros gingerly took her hand away from the pins holding her gown in place. "Focus on staying upright. Let me get these wet clothes off of you."
The cool air chilled him considerably. But he knew that was preferable to staying in the soaked clothes. He wrung out and spread his trousers and tunic over the rock the best he could. He turned on his heel to reclaim his place by the meager fire - just n time to see Kalliope become unbalanced by the awkward weight of her water logged peplos. She was losing the battle, and would have ended up falling to the dirt if Kyros didn't catch her. He was behind her in an instant, wrapped a a strong arm around her waist, her back pressed to his bared chest. "You have to stop falling." he whispered thickly into her ear.
This position, the way he was holding her now. It was the closest he'd been to her since they'd met. Well... the first time he was able to slow down an enjoy it anyways. She smelled faintly of flowers, and fully of rain. That made sense, since she was soaked in rain water. Her skin was cool to the touch, and... was she shivering? That couldn't be good. She felt good against his chest though. Kyros almost gave in. Almost told her who he was, or at least that they'd met before. But then she'd know he'd been lying to her when he'd refused to speak before. How would she react to that? No... he couldn't tell her. She must continue to think he was a random stranger that happened to find her in the rain.
Kyros gingerly took her hand away from the pins holding her gown in place. "Focus on staying upright. Let me get these wet clothes off of you."
Kalliope thought she was doing fine on her own, even with her bad ankle, before a warm arm wrapped around her waist. The movement made her freeze in surprise, almost like a deer that was caught in a sudden light in the night, not sure how to react. Kalliope had never been so close to a man in her life, feeling his heat and solid mass against her back with his skin touching her now partially bareback. His heat made her think of the only other man that she touched so freely, the one she called 'Apollo'. His whispered breath in her ear had her shiver, the heat and the hidden growl sent a thrill down her spine in an entirely unexpected way that had nothing to do with the cold. Kalliope shook her head at his comment, sighing in frustration, "It is not like I am TRYING to fall. This peplos is heavy." And it was, with the water and mud, it was amazing that she was standing as she was. Kalliope wasn't very strong, having dedicated her life to the arts for so long before she lost her sight and then solely to her music when she could no longer see. She was a merchant's daughter, but her father had her creating beautiful things to sell and bring in business, so physical strength was not one of the things that she had on her side.
His grip reminded her of the one she called Apollo when he saved her from falling then as well. She could smell the rain on the both, mixed with mud and something familiar, the slight scent of exotic wood. Kalliope stood there now, still as she was as the heat from him soaked into her back, the heat causing her to slowly start to relax in his grip as it soothed her. Kalliope knew that she shouldn't become relaxed in a stranger's grasp, even if something felt familiar about him that she just could not put her finger on. His hand on hers to remove them from the pins, Kalliope blushed brightly at his words. "Ok; and thank you again. I know that you didn't have to do anything like this for me, but you did." Kalliope knew she was trying to fill the silence, awkward as she was with a man helping her undress, she didn't know how to react. Following what he said, Kalliope relaxed against him for a moment as she moved her hands in front of her then and clasped them tight as she tried to make sure she was covered as decently as she could.
When the pin was free, the peplos fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Kalliope standing there in nothing but her perizoma. Kalliope now wished that she did not leave off the strophion, but the day started hot and the maid told her her gown was a thick deep color that hid the fact that she did not wear her top cover undergarment, though she did not know the color exactly but she hoped it wasn't white because of the rain. Kalliope didn't know that it was indeed a thick white colored peplos that she wore that day. Her hair had fallen around her from all the rain, adding to the cover with her blond locks. The heat from the fire could be felt easier now, so was the heat and bare skin at her back, making Kalliope's mind blank as she tried to think of something to say other than 'thank you' "A-are you... have w-..." She almost asked if it was possible if they met before, but she hesitated. "Are you still cold?" Kalliope bit her lower lip to stop herself from bumbling and berated herself for how stupid she just sounded as she tried to distract herself from the solid mass that was the man she now was next too. Was it normal to seemingly be made out of a mountain?
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Kalliope thought she was doing fine on her own, even with her bad ankle, before a warm arm wrapped around her waist. The movement made her freeze in surprise, almost like a deer that was caught in a sudden light in the night, not sure how to react. Kalliope had never been so close to a man in her life, feeling his heat and solid mass against her back with his skin touching her now partially bareback. His heat made her think of the only other man that she touched so freely, the one she called 'Apollo'. His whispered breath in her ear had her shiver, the heat and the hidden growl sent a thrill down her spine in an entirely unexpected way that had nothing to do with the cold. Kalliope shook her head at his comment, sighing in frustration, "It is not like I am TRYING to fall. This peplos is heavy." And it was, with the water and mud, it was amazing that she was standing as she was. Kalliope wasn't very strong, having dedicated her life to the arts for so long before she lost her sight and then solely to her music when she could no longer see. She was a merchant's daughter, but her father had her creating beautiful things to sell and bring in business, so physical strength was not one of the things that she had on her side.
His grip reminded her of the one she called Apollo when he saved her from falling then as well. She could smell the rain on the both, mixed with mud and something familiar, the slight scent of exotic wood. Kalliope stood there now, still as she was as the heat from him soaked into her back, the heat causing her to slowly start to relax in his grip as it soothed her. Kalliope knew that she shouldn't become relaxed in a stranger's grasp, even if something felt familiar about him that she just could not put her finger on. His hand on hers to remove them from the pins, Kalliope blushed brightly at his words. "Ok; and thank you again. I know that you didn't have to do anything like this for me, but you did." Kalliope knew she was trying to fill the silence, awkward as she was with a man helping her undress, she didn't know how to react. Following what he said, Kalliope relaxed against him for a moment as she moved her hands in front of her then and clasped them tight as she tried to make sure she was covered as decently as she could.
When the pin was free, the peplos fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Kalliope standing there in nothing but her perizoma. Kalliope now wished that she did not leave off the strophion, but the day started hot and the maid told her her gown was a thick deep color that hid the fact that she did not wear her top cover undergarment, though she did not know the color exactly but she hoped it wasn't white because of the rain. Kalliope didn't know that it was indeed a thick white colored peplos that she wore that day. Her hair had fallen around her from all the rain, adding to the cover with her blond locks. The heat from the fire could be felt easier now, so was the heat and bare skin at her back, making Kalliope's mind blank as she tried to think of something to say other than 'thank you' "A-are you... have w-..." She almost asked if it was possible if they met before, but she hesitated. "Are you still cold?" Kalliope bit her lower lip to stop herself from bumbling and berated herself for how stupid she just sounded as she tried to distract herself from the solid mass that was the man she now was next too. Was it normal to seemingly be made out of a mountain?
Kalliope thought she was doing fine on her own, even with her bad ankle, before a warm arm wrapped around her waist. The movement made her freeze in surprise, almost like a deer that was caught in a sudden light in the night, not sure how to react. Kalliope had never been so close to a man in her life, feeling his heat and solid mass against her back with his skin touching her now partially bareback. His heat made her think of the only other man that she touched so freely, the one she called 'Apollo'. His whispered breath in her ear had her shiver, the heat and the hidden growl sent a thrill down her spine in an entirely unexpected way that had nothing to do with the cold. Kalliope shook her head at his comment, sighing in frustration, "It is not like I am TRYING to fall. This peplos is heavy." And it was, with the water and mud, it was amazing that she was standing as she was. Kalliope wasn't very strong, having dedicated her life to the arts for so long before she lost her sight and then solely to her music when she could no longer see. She was a merchant's daughter, but her father had her creating beautiful things to sell and bring in business, so physical strength was not one of the things that she had on her side.
His grip reminded her of the one she called Apollo when he saved her from falling then as well. She could smell the rain on the both, mixed with mud and something familiar, the slight scent of exotic wood. Kalliope stood there now, still as she was as the heat from him soaked into her back, the heat causing her to slowly start to relax in his grip as it soothed her. Kalliope knew that she shouldn't become relaxed in a stranger's grasp, even if something felt familiar about him that she just could not put her finger on. His hand on hers to remove them from the pins, Kalliope blushed brightly at his words. "Ok; and thank you again. I know that you didn't have to do anything like this for me, but you did." Kalliope knew she was trying to fill the silence, awkward as she was with a man helping her undress, she didn't know how to react. Following what he said, Kalliope relaxed against him for a moment as she moved her hands in front of her then and clasped them tight as she tried to make sure she was covered as decently as she could.
When the pin was free, the peplos fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Kalliope standing there in nothing but her perizoma. Kalliope now wished that she did not leave off the strophion, but the day started hot and the maid told her her gown was a thick deep color that hid the fact that she did not wear her top cover undergarment, though she did not know the color exactly but she hoped it wasn't white because of the rain. Kalliope didn't know that it was indeed a thick white colored peplos that she wore that day. Her hair had fallen around her from all the rain, adding to the cover with her blond locks. The heat from the fire could be felt easier now, so was the heat and bare skin at her back, making Kalliope's mind blank as she tried to think of something to say other than 'thank you' "A-are you... have w-..." She almost asked if it was possible if they met before, but she hesitated. "Are you still cold?" Kalliope bit her lower lip to stop herself from bumbling and berated herself for how stupid she just sounded as she tried to distract herself from the solid mass that was the man she now was next too. Was it normal to seemingly be made out of a mountain?
The mercenary didn't respond to to thanks, except to let out a slight hum of a sound. He was more focus on removing the pins holding her peplos on one handed, for he still had one arm firmly wrapped about her waist. He was also trying very hard not to pay attention to just how nice it was for her to be pressed against his bare chest. And when the fabric fell to the ground around her ankles, he was focused on trying not to stare at the fact that she appeared to not have worn any undergarments to cover her breasts. He swallowed, his throat feeling dry. Luckily her hair was doing a semi-adequate job of covering her chest from direct sight.
Kalliope's stammering words brought his focus back to the situation at hand. "A bit. But you seem to be shivering. You should sit back down by the fire." Kyros spoke low, whispered really. His head was bent so his mouth was close to her ear - he didn't need to speak loudly. He also had his head bent low so he could enjoy the smell of her. "Give me a moment and I will gather the rest of the straw i found in the corner so there is something to sit on rather than the bare ground."[/b] He helped her to sit, reluctantly releasing his hold on her, before hurriedly gathering what dry straw he could and spreading it out as a protective layer on the ground a few feet from the fire. Wouldn't want it to be too close. It wouldn't do well for the bed of straw to catch fire. Once he was done he moved to help her onto the pile. "This should help the cold of the ground from seeping into your bones." He told her.
Kyros almost sat down next to her on the straw. But he changed his mind and moved to sit in the spot he'd chosen before, just far enough away that he couldn't reach out to touch her. By the gods, did he want to touch her. For more than one reason.
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The mercenary didn't respond to to thanks, except to let out a slight hum of a sound. He was more focus on removing the pins holding her peplos on one handed, for he still had one arm firmly wrapped about her waist. He was also trying very hard not to pay attention to just how nice it was for her to be pressed against his bare chest. And when the fabric fell to the ground around her ankles, he was focused on trying not to stare at the fact that she appeared to not have worn any undergarments to cover her breasts. He swallowed, his throat feeling dry. Luckily her hair was doing a semi-adequate job of covering her chest from direct sight.
Kalliope's stammering words brought his focus back to the situation at hand. "A bit. But you seem to be shivering. You should sit back down by the fire." Kyros spoke low, whispered really. His head was bent so his mouth was close to her ear - he didn't need to speak loudly. He also had his head bent low so he could enjoy the smell of her. "Give me a moment and I will gather the rest of the straw i found in the corner so there is something to sit on rather than the bare ground."[/b] He helped her to sit, reluctantly releasing his hold on her, before hurriedly gathering what dry straw he could and spreading it out as a protective layer on the ground a few feet from the fire. Wouldn't want it to be too close. It wouldn't do well for the bed of straw to catch fire. Once he was done he moved to help her onto the pile. "This should help the cold of the ground from seeping into your bones." He told her.
Kyros almost sat down next to her on the straw. But he changed his mind and moved to sit in the spot he'd chosen before, just far enough away that he couldn't reach out to touch her. By the gods, did he want to touch her. For more than one reason.
The mercenary didn't respond to to thanks, except to let out a slight hum of a sound. He was more focus on removing the pins holding her peplos on one handed, for he still had one arm firmly wrapped about her waist. He was also trying very hard not to pay attention to just how nice it was for her to be pressed against his bare chest. And when the fabric fell to the ground around her ankles, he was focused on trying not to stare at the fact that she appeared to not have worn any undergarments to cover her breasts. He swallowed, his throat feeling dry. Luckily her hair was doing a semi-adequate job of covering her chest from direct sight.
Kalliope's stammering words brought his focus back to the situation at hand. "A bit. But you seem to be shivering. You should sit back down by the fire." Kyros spoke low, whispered really. His head was bent so his mouth was close to her ear - he didn't need to speak loudly. He also had his head bent low so he could enjoy the smell of her. "Give me a moment and I will gather the rest of the straw i found in the corner so there is something to sit on rather than the bare ground."[/b] He helped her to sit, reluctantly releasing his hold on her, before hurriedly gathering what dry straw he could and spreading it out as a protective layer on the ground a few feet from the fire. Wouldn't want it to be too close. It wouldn't do well for the bed of straw to catch fire. Once he was done he moved to help her onto the pile. "This should help the cold of the ground from seeping into your bones." He told her.
Kyros almost sat down next to her on the straw. But he changed his mind and moved to sit in the spot he'd chosen before, just far enough away that he couldn't reach out to touch her. By the gods, did he want to touch her. For more than one reason.