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Post by Malice MacArran on Oct 30, 2012 14:13:29 GMT -6
 Malice cocked her head toward him, her face contorted in an expression that she was trying to understand how he could have spent that long on his own. Sure, she would have gotten there eventually too, but she hadn't gone while so young. "I wish I could understand that, Darcy," she said sombrely, her eyes glistening with something between concern and amazement. But she was glad that she had not been alone that long, because had she been, she would probably have done herself in."Do not let me pry, though. I am wondrous bad about it." She smiled shortly.
Shaking her head, Malice took a deep breath, for she knew all too well what he meant, as little as he meant from saying it. She had for so long now wanted to be the one who had control of another, who puppeteered the men and became one day a laird. She was notoriously power-hungry. "And some spend all their days trying to win back the power they thought they lost, only to find they did not have any to begin with, and were but playthings to the ways of the world." She hadn't meant for her words to hang so heavily but they did. "Something, for sure," she answered with a malicious grin in her tone. She turned her head and left him to see only her profile as she collected her thoughts. The more contact they made the less she could think in a straightforward manner. And one thing she prized most was a sharp mind.
Malice narrowed her eyes at him, a false look of accusation on her face. "And how do you know, sir, that I won't just do it later? ...Ah, I couldn't do that. I need someone to complain to." She laughed and looked him over again, daring herself to remember every inch of his face, should she have to leave or should he not return. His eyes were so striking, and she had a hard time keeping her own from them. "Don't you?" she asked, slightly still mesmerized. Then she came back to his words and conjured up a real answer. "A better man? Darcy, do you hear yourself? Do you think I've ever met a man I didn't want to kill, until you? No, Darcy. I don't think that's the matter, seeing as you certainly deserve more than a criminal for a companion." She smiled weakly, offering not much more than a sad eyebrow raising for a closing.
Listening carefully, Malice made mental notes to let the horse lead her should Darsidian leave her side. She had always put a great deal of trust in animals, much more than in humankind, and therefore was assured that this fine steed would do as it was asked. "It's been a long day," she bit her lip. One thing she didn't want was for night to come, because then she'd be alone again and reminded of what she had done for years. Highwaymen worked best by night and by their lonesome; surely she knew all the tricks of that trade. She turned her eyes back on Darsidian but decided not to speak. Instead she rode on for a while longer until it was evident that sunset was nearing.
A cool breeze swept over her face and Malice sighed. "You're going to leave now, aren't you?" She wasn't going to stop him, for while she couldn't, she also did not dare fool with the beast. But she could, she figured, ask one more thing of him. Taking what she counted to be a long last look, Malice said, "I'll go on. But before I do... kiss me."
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Post by Darsidian on Nov 1, 2012 2:07:10 GMT -6
Darsidian cocked his head in response to her own action. “Why would you want to understand that? It’s a hard life for a child raising himself. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone,” he said. He didn’t add that he would wish it on her least of all, the first person who knew what he was and didn’t turn her back on him. He couldn’t decipher the look in her eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was pity or concern or…some kind of awe? For being so expressive, she was definitely not as easy to read as the ladies that came to his shop. He shrugged. “Ask what you’d like. But you know what I do to words.”
Darsidian looked at her, her words hanging heavy in the air. “I suppose that there are those poor unfortunate souls. But then you learn to use that.” He put his hand to a chin in thought. I once knew a man who told me that when the deck is stacked against you, you play a different game. It’s been sound advice for me.” He had, after all, turned to the Christian God to learn to read and write so his future as an illiterate orphan hadn’t looked so bleak. “Oh I’m sure the gods are taking a great deal of pleasure interfering in my life.” He smiled when she turned her head away from him and he looked at her a moment longer before turning his eyes back to the road. “Of course, I never said that all the interferences that have made were bad.”
Darsidian looked at Malice in mock horror and put his hand to his heart in his most helpless manner possible. “Oh dear me, I don’t think my heart could take such a scandal. I’m so helpless, you know,” he said with a wolfy grin. It wasn’t a threat. It was a joke, and though it flowed naturally, this level of joking was something he hadn’t experienced since his family died. He laughed agai. “Well, for all my talk, I am a good listener.” He wasn’t sure why he offered that. Usually he only listened when there was a profit for himself in it. As an afterthought, he comforted himself with the idea that he was cultivating a future use for her, but somewhere deep inside he knew it wasn’t exactly the truth.
He shook his head, not meeting her gaze right away. “No, I don’t deserve what I have now, despite working so hard to gain it. It’s a funny thing, the way life works out sometimes.” He turned to look at her and then raised his eyebrows, waggling a finger in her direction. “Malice, Malice, Malice. Let’s not forget that you /did/ want to kill me when I came along. Or at least rob me blind.” He turned and looked at the road when she mentioned he deserved better than a criminal for a companion, muttering softly to himself, unsure if she would pick up the words, and not really sure he wanted her to. “As do you.”
“Indeed it has been a long day,” he said. “And for me it will be an even longer night.” He knew sunset was approaching, the beast within him growing restless. He almost smiled when she sounded disappointed that he was going to leave her side. For two people that had spent so long alone, they most certainly were both hesitant to part. “You know I must leave to keep you safe.” He began to undo the catches on his tunic as they continued together. Darsidian considered ruining a perfectly good tunic wasteful, and he fully intended to have Malice take it home for him, even if she decided not to stay when she got there.
He rolled his tunic up and tucked it into one of his saddlebags, pausing in sealing the bag once again as she asked him to kiss her again. He looked up and smiled. “Well I can’t deny a pretty lady a request such as that one,” he said, reaching up to bring her closer to his level. He didn’t want her dismounting for fear the beast would have extra time to catch up with her. He ran his fingers through her hair and stood tall to kiss her, putting a promise into the kiss. When he pulled away he smiled at her. “If you’re there in the morning, I will see you at first light.”
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Post by Malice MacArran on Nov 2, 2012 20:58:54 GMT -6
Malice felt for once that warm feeling in her heart and she knew that she was finally happy. Darsidian had unlocked a part of her that she'd kept away for too long. After several long moments of silence, as she chose not to answer his question, Malice answered, "You're a seducer with your words." Her tone was feigningly accusatory. She continued, with a bright smile to him, "Sometimes, it seems, interferences can change us. She laughed at his charade, letting out some more of the pent-up tension in her body and trying not to think about the fact that the sun was setting. She did not want to see Darcy leave her side.
She heard his soft words, she thought, but did not let her face show it. For now, at least, Malice wanted to believe that Darcy was the perfect man she was making him out to be, that he could do no wrong. She needed a rock and he would have to be that for her. "I wish it weren't so," she sighed, her voice low and her eyes just as low. Absolutely, she did not want him to go. But when he bid her farewell, with a kiss that sent her heart for once aflutter, she knew that he had to leave, and that she could not be around him too long else she would lose her mind. There was something about Darsidian that was too dangerous, though it wasn't the beast.
His smile was reassuring. "Good-night, Darcy."
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