So he killed a man, and violently. He seemed to regret it and it haunted his face. Perhaps it had been out of necessity but perhaps not. Had he felt the life draining from his foe and the surge of victory that came with it? But he seemed more than happy to cover his past with kisses and touches that sent shivers down her body. She stretched out her arms, some above her head and some sprawled out to the sides. He certainly had lovely lips.
But he seemed to need to quench his thirst, or cover up the memories she had just stirred up. One way or another, he quickly got to his feet and seemed ready to head down stairs. She propped herself up on her low arms but then he said something she hadn’t expected. He wanted her to dance. She frowned briefly at the thought but then put on a neutral expression before looking towards him once more. He, however, seemed quite serious about the request. Well, in a playful sort of way, and soon he was headed down the stairs.
To dance. There was a reason she hadn’t been dancing. She had lost her spark, there was no music in her life. And while it was nice of Logan to offer her pleasure and some distraction, she could not summon the energy or desire to dance for him. She lay there on the bed for perhaps a chime before getting up to gather her clothes and redress. And then there was Aren. She touched the left side of her neck gently as was reassured by the faint roughness that indicated her chevas mark. Had she been wrong to word her vows so carefully? Guilt crept in from the corners of her heart and by now she was glad to be fully dressed once more, daggers and all.
Sayana was once more wanting to leave yet also wanting company. Another chime passed and soon she was able to hear footsteps up the stairs. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and tossed a handful27 GM of gold mizas onto the bed. When he arrived at the door with one or two drinks in tow, she slipped past him before speaking. “I will be going now. Thank you for the petch.” She paused to nod in the direction of the bed and the mizas upon it. “Sorry, but I won’t be dancing for you tonight.”
Her words were simple and to the point, and her voice dull and without much expression. She wanted to go back home to Aren, and yet… Timidly she asked, “Perhaps I might meet you here tomorrow night?”
Her face seemed torn between wanting more and feeling wrong about doing it. Yet it was no different from the last couple of days how she had constantly been changing her mind in terms of what to do and whether to be alone or with someone.
But he seemed to need to quench his thirst, or cover up the memories she had just stirred up. One way or another, he quickly got to his feet and seemed ready to head down stairs. She propped herself up on her low arms but then he said something she hadn’t expected. He wanted her to dance. She frowned briefly at the thought but then put on a neutral expression before looking towards him once more. He, however, seemed quite serious about the request. Well, in a playful sort of way, and soon he was headed down the stairs.
To dance. There was a reason she hadn’t been dancing. She had lost her spark, there was no music in her life. And while it was nice of Logan to offer her pleasure and some distraction, she could not summon the energy or desire to dance for him. She lay there on the bed for perhaps a chime before getting up to gather her clothes and redress. And then there was Aren. She touched the left side of her neck gently as was reassured by the faint roughness that indicated her chevas mark. Had she been wrong to word her vows so carefully? Guilt crept in from the corners of her heart and by now she was glad to be fully dressed once more, daggers and all.
Sayana was once more wanting to leave yet also wanting company. Another chime passed and soon she was able to hear footsteps up the stairs. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and tossed a handful27 GM of gold mizas onto the bed. When he arrived at the door with one or two drinks in tow, she slipped past him before speaking. “I will be going now. Thank you for the petch.” She paused to nod in the direction of the bed and the mizas upon it. “Sorry, but I won’t be dancing for you tonight.”
Her words were simple and to the point, and her voice dull and without much expression. She wanted to go back home to Aren, and yet… Timidly she asked, “Perhaps I might meet you here tomorrow night?”
Her face seemed torn between wanting more and feeling wrong about doing it. Yet it was no different from the last couple of days how she had constantly been changing her mind in terms of what to do and whether to be alone or with someone.
