What happens when the cup fails? (Ana/pm to join)

by **Ximal** on January 10th, 2013, 1:19 am

Xi kept himself propped up on the railing still pretty drunk from the neck down at least he could speak to and understand her. The quite tiptoeing walk of her was something akin to the thieving self she'd at least chosen to come closer. Whether this was a good sign or a bad one remained to be seen, however her reply towards him was one that he wasn't really prepared for. Was she talking more about herself? The shrouded thief was slightly opening? well then again he was also speaking about himself. Something he loathed, but found had to be vented whether to the gods which remained forever silent to his "unworthy" self. Or he could spill to someone who already knew a bit about him through a source that had gotten it out of him in a way he didn't particularly like. She planted herself on the railings next to him and swung her feet. The past is history , the future remains to be made. Funny, it seemed as if the one thing about sunberth was the fact that everyone from there seemed to have themselves built on secrecy, low trust. Not any real source pulling enough reason to open up. Though here was the antithesis, the polar opposite of there, this city raised them all above the pain, the worry, the woe, but also brought to the forefront some deep buried issues and fear, even longings.

"The issue there, is that to go forwards you need a past. Those who do not learn from the past, are doomed to repeat it. If i don't know what happened , then how can i prevent it from happening to me ? to someone i care for?" Xi sighed lightly and hung his head a little further. "Betrayal is the flavour of the water in sunberth. Though here it's... different...peaceful. Though i feel that you much like me, aren't happy with this place...It's not suited to those of us from that ....place of misery, yet we all don't want to go back...Or at least i don't. " Xi smiled lightly, something about the situation was comforting, not in a sense of growing closer but just lifting the weight from his shoulders. Carrying an anvil constantly weighed down both the mind and the heart. Though Xi could almost see the awkwardness in Ana, just from how she was acting, it wasn't like normal, and that was painfully obvious now days

"you understand, where i'm coming from? Then you understand my point, it's less about the name but knowing how to not make the same mistakes, to learn from the failures and help prevent further ones. As far as the slavery goes....fourteen years...i don't know the exact date...It's funny...I'm twenty four years of age and i still don't know what it means to be open..." Though one thing now stuck out in Xi's mind as he looked back at the situation and then he turned the sentencing around in his head somewhat to make it a sensible , light question. "Ana...would you mind if i asked but...You mentioned your father...I'm guessing it's a very touchy subject but... What's the history there. If you dont want to tell i wont pry. "

by **Ana Sol Starris** on January 12th, 2013, 4:08 am

Facepalming herself, Ana let a sigh escape her mouth at Ximal's words. How did it get to be like this? She shook her head lightly when he got to the bit about not returning to Sunberth, it was not a place where she had thrived, but where had she ever done so? Zeltiva she was sick most of the time, and now within the Spires- she was bored with her work, she was restless at night to the point it became maddening, despite all the good things that were happening amongst the negative- she felt a need to move onwards instead of settling down. Her feet were antsy. All she was doing, everything she had done- was for her own survival. Hers, and hers alone.

Soft, that was what she was becoming, was soft; or at least to people that she cared about. Those others that she conversed with recieved her cold shoulder, unless of course it was Jakobi, he did not recieve the full force of her detached personality. To a point, Ana did understand where Ximal was coming from, but she most likely would never come to terms with being enslaved until- hah, as he had said- until she had experienced that as well. From what Zandelia had told her about her own enslavement, Ana could only imagine how such things must have felt to be two different sexes, in different roles, and minds, and therefore was glad that instead of having a slaves past...

Her past was filled with paranoia, and family murder.

Counting with her fingers, thinking hard in her head- she came to the possibility that Ximal had been enslaved since he was ten years old. Ana had been around seven years old when her brother had died, and when she chose to repress every negative memory there could have been. Her skull began to pulse in pain as she attempted to root around for anything more, memorys, images, thoughts, feelings, they all came back so slowly.. So hard to reach for. It was pitiful really. Here, Ximal had the chance to completely move on because he had no remembrance of family past... Whilst she was constantly held back by her own worries of the past, for better reasons.

She bit her tounge at all the things she had wanted to say to him, lest she petch everything up again. Gripping the railing, her expression went dark.

"I'm guessing you can't remember anything before 10 years of age then, Ximal, perhaps your family did look for you.. They did fight for you.. They LOVED you but had no control over the situation.. Or perhaps you were born into slavery, but a big event caused you to lose your memory.. But you just can't remember, because you supressed the negativity from those few.. select.. moments.." Ana's voice cracked as she explained, she knew how that worked, she had done it herself- it was only because of Wrenmae that she had slowly started to aquire all of those blurry memories back, sometimes in harsh waves... Sometimes in trickling streams of her own tears.

Swallowing her breath, she looked away from him- shoulders trembling hard, an edge to her voice "I suggest that... because thats exactly what I did... Because of an event that involved my father. You say you want to remember your family?" ...Petch you... Ana gasped out, trying to retain her thoughts in a logical manner "I want to forget mine, and everything that happened- just so I can move on, myself... But I can't. Apparently Lhex just won't let me, fate just keeps bringing those memories back, somehow, someway... Maybe when I finally put a gods damned dagger down his throat I'll be allowed some peace of mind."

That was a lie within itself, she was rather glad she had her memories... But the strain they put on her dreams, turning them into nightmares.. well.. It was frustrating, being an insomniac, she was rambling to Ximal.

"I could care less if he is dead, or alive, I'm not after revenge- I just want answers. I just can't sleep knowing he may be alive... And still harming the people around him. I relive horrendous events that involve him.. and myself.. and sometimes other people as well.. through my sleep, or at least.. Whenever I do sleep.. which actually isn't very often.. I could probably count on my fingers how many bells of sleep I get within a whole seven days." Ana sighed, feet ceasing to move back and forth as most of her energy was drained to begin with, she was always running on fumes, it was miraculous she hadn't killed herself yet. Ana actually did start counting, and came up with three fingers.

Of course that wasn't taking into account how many times she could be found asleep standing up, or in random places. However she didn't remember those instances.. So the amount of sleep she got, fluctuates wildly.

"So, you want to know the history between my father and I?" Ana rolled her head, turning it so she could look at him, eyebrow raised, a seething, crawling hatred in her golden eyes, detachment at its worst possible moment. Something else flickered in there, perhaps regret, and sorrow? "Then you should start telling me more about yourself, and your past, think of it as an even trade- a barter of sorts. Of course, if you don't care to know, I'm fine with that.. It's not like I enjoy the subject." Ana looked to the ground in front of her, eyes smoldering in her own thoughts, fire dieing. She was acting egotistical again, she might step on buttons once more, she buried her face into her hands.

Mumbling into them repeatedly, and indirectly at him "Sorry."

by **Ximal** on January 12th, 2013, 9:09 am

Xi hung against the railing, resting a lot of his weight on it and looking down towards the ground. Every thing felt sluggish, but for once he actually felt a little lighter. xi elant over that rail and listened to ana her word slowly redging out after a small silence. She'd done her own version of the math and come out with him at ten years old. Xi sighed lightly but awaited her finishing her words still listening carefully to them to come out with his own. Maybe he was just born into it ? No he hadn't lost his memory, if he did then a lot of stuff could beat it back into him. Her voice began to waver later on in her speech. Xi coughed lightly, to both clear his throat and makes sure he still had some what of a decent control of his vocal chords."I was actually four, when i started begin a slave..., i've been free from it for 6 years...And i doubt i wouldn't remember anything....Almost every single point on me is coated in scars to remind me...especilly these four here." Xi tried to move his beard lightly to show ana what he meant about the four n his left cheek nd then put his hand back down to help his balance.

She suggested it because that's what she did? She repressed her memories and thought that he was doing the same because of a traumatic event. She wanted to forget her family to help her. Xi just stayed quiet for the moment, listening to ana's reasoning for wanting to forget her family. To move on, to be better than er father. Or rather in her case to just remove him from the equation altogether. What made her hate he father so ? Xi would probably never know...after all. He' not experienced what she had, but then again she'd never experienced what he had. Not after revenge...just answers ? So her father wa the root cause of all her distress, all her anguish, all her pain? well at least she had something to channel her anger and hate as well as her problems and sleepless nights towards. Xi knew ana didn't get much sleep, here eyes were enough proof of that, heck it was surprising that she could function normally. Or maybe she want and after a good sleep she might be even more alert and agile than she already was? Xi just flicked his eyes over from where he was leaning over the rail. Her legs had stopped kicking. and now she'd changed her tone slightly more callous and as Xi's deep black blue eyes caught her searing golden ones. Xi leered into them deeply, trying to feel ut what was going on, and he caught two things, a seething cauldron of hatred, and the faintest fleck of sorrow.

though being honest her next words were biting. She wanted him to tell her more about him, to be honest...there want much more to him, there wasn't much he hadn't told her. Before the mumbled word fell out of her ass he buried her head in her hands. "sorry"... xi raised his hand to his temples to squeeze them lightly and pull back on his mind, to try and keep himself at the fore front. "i cant really tell you much more about me...As i don't really know much more and there isn't whole lot about me that i haven't told you... Xi slumped against the rail and then subconsciously and half drunkenly slid over and put an arm around her waist and gave her a light hug before remembering that she didn't like being touched. At all. And let go in a rather fast style. "Sorry...i forgot you didn't like being touched...Still...Thank you. For listening at least...and for sharing..."

by **Ana Sol Starris** on January 13th, 2013, 2:30 am

She felt her mind waver in her hands, her balance seemed to swim uncertainly into a swirl of blackness. The feeling scared her so much she looked up from her hands, and forced her eyes open, why did she have the tendancy to feel so much more tired in instances such as this? Or to be more exact... Areas. If she were to fall off the railing, would she be caught by the nets? Ana looked behind her shoulder into the darkness, and then back towards the light of a nearby Graths Rest which prevaded the area in a soft, warm glow. Burying her face back into her hands as she contemplated what it would like to be a slave.. hard.. harsh.. brutal?

To be a slave at the year of four years old, well, Ana just wasn't sure how to go about replying to that. It wasn't her fault, but she wanted to say sorry anyways.

She held her tounge.

For Ximal had unwittingly given her a lop sided hug in his seemingly sobered mind, he still had the sway of a drunk. Her body went rigid, tensed instantly, as Ximals arm wrapped around her waist and felt his hand towards her crotch; every image of skewering the man alive, ripping his flesh off, or simply just severing his hand from his arm flooded her mind. Such violent thoughts, her cheeks became as red as a fires embers, she swore she could see red as well- even her body moved on its own to reach for one of her weapons. What right did he have to touch her in that way? To simply think because he was drunk he could get a feel?

As quick as the fire started up, it was doused with water by his apology and his words of thanks. When ever had she been thanked for something so simple? ...Imediately she felt guilty for assuming the worst in him.

Her shoulders slumped, hand falling away to sit limply in her lap; she stared at her hand, the one she had used to give him a nice, hard slap to the face earlier. She only now realized it was stinging terribly, and ached from such a harsh force, had she put all her hatred into that? The thief pondered, her stomach flip flopping about not from hunger, but from illness- she felt as if she were about to hurl. Why had Ximal hugged her in the first place, despite all her detached aloofness towards him, her annoyance, her anger, her suspicioun, paranoia, yelling, cursing, verbally beating? The onslaught had lightened up considerably during the Winter season...

But that didn't mean it had stopped altogether.

Looking towards Ximal, she had noticed he stayed leaned up against the railing, like it was a life support. Hopping off the railing, she did something she never thought she could do- she hugged him lightly, fighting off the urge to back away. Not letting go of him, it was awkward for her, but she hugged him as tightly as she could and made no attempt to rob him; she wanted to convey to him she wasn't going to desert him. Letting go only after she felt the touching had been of a sufficient amount, and then sliding to sit on the ground, with an audible plop. Her words were sleep deprived, the soft red glow was inked with black tendrils at the sides of her vision, she saw hallucinations cross her vision and swore she saw that familliar blade fom her dreams...

"Well, you're not alone Ximal.. No matter how different our situations.. Friends are there for you when you need them most, family will never abandon you.. Even when it seems like they had. I could have let you walk past the door.. and made no attempt to help you.. but I didn't. That is because you're my friend, despite how terrible I am to you.. I don't hate you.. I try to be mean.. Because I fear being close to people.. I try to be suspicious.. because others have hidden motives underneath.. I'm paranoid.. Because I don't want to be hurt again..either physically or emotionally.." she burst into short lived laughter, forced as a hammer came to her head "Hahaha.. I finally figured out what was so familliar.. I'm becoming like Shroud!.. Or at least similarlalrly!..."

Ana exclaimed, giddy for a few moments at her own realization, it quickly dissipated though with the throbbing in her skull.

Of course nothing was really there, but she must have been looking at something that was not there; fear, was not written on her face, but a feigned calmness, one energyless... It always started this way. Her body cringed as the make believe blade came down barely inches away from her head, but nothing happened, there was no violence, there was no bloodshed; only a small gasp, as she expected something to chop her in half. Everything was fine except for perhaps Ana was pale, and her body trembled like an earthquake would. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of her head even when there was cold air surrounding them, she hadn't noticed it till then, but she was cold, and hot at the same time.

She was still there with Ximal, if anything had been said- it had been drowned out by her own head, despondant to anything around her. Dazedly, she looked back at Ximal after what had seemed to be eons of silence, eyes wide "this is a dream.. right?"

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by **Ximal** on January 13th, 2013, 12:03 pm

Xi hunkered over the railing and hasd expected a lot of anger towards him, a large array of shouting and saying what the heck did he think he was doing hugging her. Still he'd done it out of reflex he wasn't exactly thinking about what he was doing But the verbal beating he was expecting never came, just silence. Instead he just waited and assumed that she would make him wait for her explosion But no all hea heard was her leaping off of the railing and her feet thudding into the wooden flooring. His mind was just saying sure now your going to leave me alone out here as well. But no she did something that he'd never thought she would do, or never thought he would get...A hug...A simple gesture, but one he'd never expected nor thought she was willing to give. He smiled lightly and kept his head slightly out of the way of her vision before hearing her slide to a seat next to him on the ground. Her face had a reddened sheen to it, and her hair cast slight streaks of shadow over her face.

Then she started speaking but in a way that wasn't her usual self important tone nr a pitiful one, no this was more calm and less distant. Friends family, not being alone. Then of course she mentioned her part. he'd give her that and not bring her up on it. But she at least brought up why she was such a bitch towards him at times, it was her way of self preservation, thinking if no-one got close then she couldn't be hurt again. Then there was that slight burst of laughter, She was becoming like shroud ? Xi lifted his hand from the rail before placing it on top of her head and he was starting to feel better about his drunken state, His limbs had regained some motion, and his legs were beginning to feel more stable. He smiled lightly and kept himself against that rail and held his hand on her head lightly whilst messing her hair up like a child. "Your fear of being close to people, is hurting you more than actually getting close. For example i don't bite, and i've shown no ill will towards you, so after a long as time and me getting drunk off of my ass you finally admit this ? Still thank you for admitting it, makes me feel even less alone. Your defence against people is just not caring for them and avoiding them. Mine...Well look at me you tell me what my defence is..."

"this is a dream right?" was that what ana had just said ? was what a dream the fact she'd been nice to him, the fact that this had happened ? what exactly was she pandering at for a dream like situation ? Xi couldn't quite understand it but instead chose to take a deep breath and just twists to sit next to her on the ground taking his hand off from her head in the process.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on January 15th, 2013, 4:06 am

All that which greeted the thiefs ears was the sound of something sliding down, and then plopping a little loudly, and then silence. There were crickets, and bug calls, stray growls and screams of the Spires all natural to the night, predator attacking prey, and their struggles amplifyed through the echoes. Light to the thief, and the fighters ears, by the time such noises reached them- they were just ghosts of the sounds origins. Ana sat and listened, tilting her chin up and closing her eyes as she breathed carefully, a white mist clouding above from which she exhaled. She tried to decide whether this was reality, and she was still awake for so long, or perhaps she had passed out some time during the whole situation.

One was less plausible than the other, but neither to be ruled out.

"Ximal?" Her lips moved but no voice came out, feeling her chest constrict with fear, perhaps it was a dream? Everything had been a hallucination, as usual. There was no response. Ana began to panick, she covered her face with her hands and felt herself sway once more in the dark of her mind, a consistant ring in her ears, eerily rising and falling with her quickening heart beat. Turning her chin inwards to her chest, and pulling her knees up- was he even there? ... Please don't let this be a dream... Ana pled with herself, tightening her grip on her face, shaking harder. She felt as if her voice had been taken from her, hoarse from the amount she had said, her stomach began to tumble around faster.

"Ximal.. are you there?" Ana whispered, a crackle to her normal voice, weathered, small, she felt her body tense up, and then immediately heat up with the oncoming tears. She didn't want to be alone in this darkness, even if it would be just with Ximal, at least there was someone, why did her dreams always leave her to sit alone? Of course, to Ximal she must have been looking pretty crazy just about now, her face was that of pain underneath her hand, and she was sniffling, crying, unknown to herself that she was doing so. Had the touch been real? To her it had felt so warm, when she had hugged him, at that one moment she might not have realized that she wanted to continue on hugging.

This couldn't be a dream, it couldn't be. Ana's mind tried to deny the idea as best as it could, there was always one way she could test it- and there just so happened to be a nearby ledge. Her body moved on its own, ghostly in its movements as she went to perch herself on the railing, and begin attempting to crawl over it to throw herself off and into the nets. This always worked when she dreamed. When she fell- she woke up in another part of her dream world, and.. well, there happened to be a netting down below to catch her if she were wrong. Ana's movements were slow, heavy, ripe with sleep, it was as if she were sleep walking at that very moment.

But still very conscience of what she was doing.

by **Ximal** on January 15th, 2013, 5:39 pm

Xi stayed quiet letting the simple soothing air float past him, as his eyes then fell on a very...scrunched up looking Ana. Taking a deep breath he whistled out the clouded mist slowly in a simple slow motion still watching her. every motion she now made was somewhat discomforting, her body language seemed all wrong, where as before she'd seemed a little out of it but now she was completely gone. Xi felt himself reaching out for her and at the next slight shattering of her soft voice, now strained into am almost breaking point like she wanted to cry, he felt himself now really grasping out to her. She really was his first if not his only friend. He could hear the faint fall of tears and the sound of sniffing. Something was upsetting her. Taking a deep breath and holding it down he watched her get up and roll herself towards the rail...She wasn't thinking of? Was she? her movements were almost pained half laboured, and grained with sleep. Xi reached his hand out and now pulled her away from the rail by her arm.

Pulling her firmly back and towards him, making her fall into his lap, his arms acting a lot like a seat for her. A light struggle from her though he couldn't tell what it was over she he led her close her light fight against him he'd expected was only over the fact that he'd hugged her again. He'd held her closely towards him , knowing full well that she hated being touched, however after the hug he'd thought she didn't mind him as much. Pulling her closer towards him and bundling her up into a tight ball at his chest before peeling her head out slowly and looking into her golden yellow eyes with his deep black blue ones and saying in the same quieted tone but with a much stronger and much less inebriated voice. Trying mostly to get her to calm down and just relax, to at least let her know since she was there for him he would be there to help her. "Don't worry i'm still here. I've got you." A small smile upon his lips as he now felt himself moving out of instinct his mind a single dull line of no cleverness just what he'd always found himself doing in the spires, protecting her. Before he realized what has transpired and come to his senses he's placed himself very close to her, her golden yellow eyes now only centimetres from his blue ones. His gruff beard outline now pressing against her soft cheeks as he felt his lips collide with her soft ones, the light skin of her cheeks brushing against his beard as he held her close and tightly, kissing her out in the open. When he realized what he was doing his initial reaction was shock and a blast of worry. Mostly over whether she would be angry with him, knowing full well she would but still he found himself bolted where he was.His arms tightening around her into a another firmer hug, in the ice cold frosted air, she was so warm and he didn't want to let go...

by **Ana Sol Starris** on January 17th, 2013, 1:31 am

It was as if a blacksmiths anvils had been tied to her arms, and legs, making it almost impossible to move without some form of consequence. The rhythm of her heart sent mind shattering strikes across her skull, into a consistent beat. Moving had been a slow-go, believing she was perched on the side of the rail and about to push herself off into the deep, dark abyss of her mind. To fall through. Wavering under the pressure that was placed on her body, gravity pulling her down, instead of flickering through the black as she would have liked to believe, instead she was floating under water, sinking rapidly into the darkness.

Chains appeared out of nowhere to wrap around her body, suddenly she was against a wall and tightly secured against it. She struggled fiercely to escape its clutches. Her arms pulled and tugged to get away, legs shooting out to kick where she could, but it was all futile as she broke down into an emotionally festering child. There was a fwooshing within her ears, a beat, a thudding rythem to the wall of which she was chained so firmly against. It was only then that she suddenly decided to take stock of her surroundings, when had her eyes closed? They must have when her vision went dark with the depths of the water.

The wall of which she was chained to was warm, and her face felt cloth, a rising and falling to it as if it were alive. There was a decidedly mallable softness underneath said fabric, as if it were skin, that could only mean one thing- she was against someones chest. Whos? There had been only a few people that she had her head layed against anothers chest so intimately, some of the few that she could name were Wrenmae, and Jakobi. The latter was much more plausible since Wren was in Sahova, or Zeltiva as of right now and Jakobi was here within the Spires with her. But if this was a dream.. Then perhaps, just perhaps.. Thoughts flooded her mind, images following after graphicly.

She felt the shift in the structure before her- so she opened her eyes out of plain curiousity. Snapping open to stare into pitch black eyes, flickers of another color there but drowned out by their immediate settings. The face was so close to her own, and getting even closer to the point lips were touching, and meshing together, a reaction immediate to the lop sided passion. Did it matter? She was dreaming right now, none of this was actually happening, so she kissed the mystery man back, first at uncertaintly, and then a little more as her hand snaked its way up to rest against the upper bit of his chest.

There was more shifting, a wobble really, as they went from vertical to horizontal on the cold hard ground still kissing. The frame was ten times bigger than her own, and seemed to swamp her, with hands travelling here and there on her body. It felt so real, even her senses began to shout at her mentally that she was a fool, and to wake up, to plunge herself back into reality before something happened she would regret. The warnings were uncomfortable, that which bombarded her conscience mind, but she did not feel threatened by the presence- so at first she did not resist.

by **Ximal** on January 20th, 2013, 4:55 am

Xi held his grip around her tightly holding onto her like a man clutching to something so precious he'd never dare let go. His face so close to hers his lips locked to hers his eye's staring into hers. The only thing now filling his alcohol addled and riddled mind was her. Nothing but that thought the though of what he was doing and who he was doing it too was what eh could focus on now. Xi pulled her closer still keeping his lips locked to hers, her skin so soft, so smooth. Even if he did reek of the sweet smelling booze, he didn't care , but what he noticed was that she'd not struggled nor was she struggling, instead she'd placed her small hands upon his chest not attempting to push herself away from him. No she was kissing him back, her hands had moved to place herself steadily and Now Xi started to try and find away to carry her back towards graths. Not caring about absolutely anything or any one other than what he was doing right now. His hands shifted as he rolled ehr over her cloak acting as a blanket for her and his acting as a mask for the movements that followed. She'd been kissing him back and now she had her hands upon his chest, so he laid her back and continued kissing her soft delicate lips slowly.

One hand supported his weight even if his balance was off he still had both knees firmly planted against the ground as his other hand slowly roved over her side, stroking slowly and lightly. Feeling the slight curves in her form, even if she wore loose dark clothing and a large baggy cloak beneath it all she still had a woman's frame, if a small one, but he didn't care his mind was just focused on the fast that she was so war, and her lips were so soft. The fact she was so soft. His hand went from the middle of her torso over her hip and down to her knee slowly before trailing it's way back up and further under feeling the slight curvature of her frame. She was so small but so very soft. And in his mind he could still hear a tiny tiny voice telling him to stop, but that was being drowned out by the pounding bet of his instinct.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on January 23rd, 2013, 2:54 am

White mist wavered out of the both of their mouthes between kisses, to be honest, it wasn't all that good. It was as if her mystery man had been a beginner, a novice, and it took Ana a bit to realize she was tasting something sweet on his lips. There was an energy buzzing about the air between them, between the slow kissing, and the heavy breathing, an energy that seemed to ignite like fire and burn brightly and hotly. Ana shifted her other hand to grip his shoulder, her other to run up to his neck, and then further still to entangle into his greasy hair. The ground was cold, the air was freezing, but the makeshift body tent that seemed to have been created was heating up very quickly.

The hand which caressed her side felt awfully awkward, underneath it made her skin sear alive with goosebumps. Her body wanted to feel his pressed into her own, so she pulled him down closer so that their bodies meshed; tugging at the cloth which he wore on himself. The moment she felt her body react in such a way that was different compared to past experiences, her mind had started to wake up for real, there had been no falling, there had been no suffering in this dream. Nightmares commonly invaded her sleep, taking her while she was vunerable, so it was rare when an actual dream that she had would be.. 'Nice'.

The fact that this small phase of the dream had not ended scared her- perhaps it actually was happening now. With Ximal, whom she had been with, scolding, and trying to help, here they were- kissing, and grinding against eachother. The dark flush on her cheeks seeped in hotter as her blood boiled, from the tips of her ears, and down to the collarbone of her neck. It wasn't the fact they were doing all this intimate touching, but she was liking it as well, despite the drunken movements, and the novice seeming actions. It was the fact Ana was enjoying this, knowing she was going behind Jakobis' back and actually doing what she wanted.

Their clothes began to shed themselves slowly, messily, still clung onto the two in half attempts.

It wasn't as if they, Ana, Zandelia, and Ximal, were going to be staying in the Spires for much longer, she had to give the Drykas man up- and in what better way than by being with another man? After all the shennanigans done between the two, there had been no child, there had been no real reason to stay in Spires, Ana could never settle down even if she had wanted to- her mind wouldn't allow her that priviledge. Jakobi had been a mere tool in terms of vouching for the thief if things ever went bad, but, as it was stated before, she was leaving Spires- the Drykas man lost his usefulness the night Zandelia had come back; her heart felt smidgeons of guilt underneath, she had told Jak she loved him deeply but there had been no promises to not go behind eachothers backs.. Did that still make it right for her to do?

Ana was no whore, she would do this the correct way.

She pushed at Ximals chest lightly, breaking the kiss and looking away somewhat shameful of her actions, voice a squeek in the night, light and whispery between breathes of sweet air "s-stop Ximal, th-this might go farther.. than intended.. Wh-what if someone sees? Hears?" The clarity of which she felt was of at impeccable timing, not because she had slept for but a few moments, possibly a chime or two, but because of the realization of what this situation might bring if not dealt with carefully. Ana didn't want to screw up, as she had done so many times before.

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