[The Silver Sliver Tavern] Shot in the Dark (Amelia)

[Sevris]

Not even spending a large amount of time alive. And yet Sevris was a man of many wants, the usual you could expect of the warrior caste. Power, fame, control over their disciples. Now there was something the Lazarin could add to that list, the young and fair lady Amelia Cross. Of course he would find someone he thought fitting for him and the power that came with being an influential part of Ravok. She eyes him smiling and said, ”Hope you are lighter on your feet than on your tongue” "Try me," Sevris said with a smile slowly creeping across his face. The music that was playing was soft something Sevris could gradually get used to but he wasn't much of dancer anyways. His position as a Solider kind of discredited such abilities. With a blade however, he could dance circles. Amelia came closer to him an he smelled her, a distinct smell that was both beautiful and dangerous. For it made him crave it, or her. He wasn't exactly sure but his body however made only head or tail of one response. Her hands came down his shoulders as she whispered something only he could hear. "Catch me." She glided away as if the ground was no longer. Everyone else around them seemed to be moving at a normal pace. However she slowed down for him, able to see all the subtle movements she made from turning her hips to the music or simply breathing. On impulse he moved after her. Wading through the small crowd following his prize. He caught up to her as she turned around during her dance steps. He slipped both of his around her waist from behind, and pulled her close to him. He leaned in slightly and put his head resting on her shoulder. Just as softly he whispered in her ear. "I've caught you. I won't let you escape. Not again." He had already let her go when she eft him in the Wildlands. He had no intention of doing so again if he had any say.

[Amelia Cross]

Amelia continued on with her casual escape dance through the little space that was accessible. She kept her eyes on Sevris, doing her best to avoid him. Then again, it did little good, as the few people who were left dancing, the barmaids, they all backed away let Sevris through as soon as they saw him. This was really one of those scenarios where she could run, but had nowhere to hide. And the Cross accepted this fate. Slowing down her rhythm, almost staying in one place she turned around, and around with her hands doing most of the dance.

The moment she felt his arms pull around her waist, she just playfully pretended to be trying to escape him before giving in. His words were new to Amelia, she rarely received something that came to her as this sweet. What added in to it was, that the Lazarin family wasn’t really the one known for kind and sweet words, so it made her feel a bit special, safe. But all of the sugar coating of the setting didn’t really manage pull the girl away from her naturally playful mood.

Without saying a word she pushed herself further against him, pulling her hands over his. She began moving her hips from side to side, counting in her head ever few little steps she did, just to keep things moving. She was trying to figure out a comeback at him, but the only thing that came into her mind was a light mock of him turning soft, and her common sense just made her think it wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do, not in her questionable position.

”And what makes you think you can keep me tied down?” her voice was indicating a bit of teasing, joking and lightheartedness, but her question was actually quite true, as she was curios of the anwser he might come up with.

[Sevris]

Sevris felt the pull of her gentle hands on his as she tightened his hold on her. Giving up resisting him she fell into his grasp. She began to move her hips against his, grinding slowly like a pendulum. Her steps were careful, as were the Soldiers. The moment was captured in his mind as he could only focus on one thing. For a warrior who was taught at birth to always be in tune with your surroundings, he felt this was an exception. His undivided attention was given to Amelia, that's why when she asked him, ”And what makes you think you can keep me tied down?”, he was unfazed. Although said in playful manner the directness of the question could mean more. He grabbed her hips with tune of the music and turned her around so that she was merely inches away from his face. Where he could see the flawlessness of her pale skin, the radiance of her red lips. Complimenting each other quiet nicely in his eyes. "I am man who strives for great things. Whatever I must do to get what I want shall be done. And I strive for you. Which I can see is something any man would die for. But I would most certainly kill for. If it is the world you want. It is the world I would conquer." His hands raced their way up her back. He looked directly into her eyes showing her that he was serious in what he said. A Lazarin's word was absolute. Maybe she would find the truth in his words and feel the depth in them. The very room around them gravitated towards them, as what felt like an intense pull of oxygen from the air. Sevris could probably say his breath was taken away and actually mean it.

[Amelia Cross]

If Amelia would dare to say she didn’t feel flattered by this treatment, those would be cold lies. The little girl in her, the little soul that was Amelia was melting away to the promise of having the world thrown to her feet, but the shell, the mind that ruled the shell and its painted smile just seemed to calculate its little cracks. Those little things she couldn’t find herself liking and fitting. To think she had Syliras to thank for this mindset.

The girl smiled a bit, she pulled herself closer, her lips closer to his ear ”and if I asked to bring me the head of a Syliran Knight on a plate, could you?” this was actually more of a challenge than anything, but if Sevris could bring her a head of a knight on a plate…she probably wouldn’t think twice before reducing herself to his property, but she wasn’t sure the boy she knew as her friend and as a man who clearly was feared around Ravok…due to the family name, actually had the gut to slay a knight, those knights might be good for nothing and think of themselves, but they were skilled in what they did. She giggled and pressed her lips lightly against his cheek, careful not to stain his skin before she pulled herself a bit back and looked at him ever so innocently.

The girl continued casually moving around to the music, her eyes drifting back and forth from the drunks, card gamers, barmaids and whoever else there was. One thing she saw common in them all was, they glared at her and Sevris, she wasn’t sure did the man she danced with realize it with or not, but he was attracting attention that made her feel uncomfortable. But she didn’t want to admit that she was feeling bad because some drunks where looking at her, so the idea in her head was born. She limited the distance between their bodies to a zero, with their clothes being the only thing that held her from merging into the Lazarin. As much as their apparel allowed her, she slipped her thigh in-between his. As if hiding her face from the people around, Amelia pressed her face against his shoulder ”lets go…pleas?...Sevris? her words coming off more as a purr than anything.

She didn’t want to stop there, just in case it wouldn’t work as good as she hopped the first time around, she pushed it a bit further ”take me away, where you want” and while she wasn’t true, she made it sound like she was. She just hopped Sevris would pick it up as a game, rather than something risky promising.

[Sevris]

OOCI have not forgotten you. Never. Indeed it took a minute to see the trained eyes of the common drunkards who made their usual routine staring contest. It was hard not only for Sevris but for other too keep wary eyes off of Amelia. But they also noticed the Lazarin, however the attention Sevris was used to and he never took to much notice to it after a while. Amelia answered his earlier statement with, ”and if I asked to bring me the head of a Syliran Knight on a plate, could you?” Without pause he looked at her and replied, "If you were too ask mi'lady you would have it on a silver platter." He trained for the better part of his life to learn to how to kill Syliran Knights, they too were taught how to kill the Ebonstryfe. The young Soldier did not have a problem completing this task for her. How else could he prove his mettle except to do what he does best. She moved in closer to him now and she spoke softly as her words began to play gently on his mind. Basically entangled with one another, which was how Sevris liked it. Minus the eyes staring at them. ”Lets go…pleas?...Sevris?" Where could he whisk her away? With him of course, the destination was of no consequence. "Aye, let me take you away." He grabbed her hand led her towards the exit. He wanted to take her on the Ravosala, that way they could go anywhere at a moments notice. Rather to see the sights or even his place.

[Amelia Cross]

You could say her words backfired. Amelia wasn’t really prepared to hear such a straight answer, almost an offer. She was so tempted to do some name dropping, there were quite a few knights-to-be that she would see dead before they get the tittle. And even more knights that she believed to be worth nothing more than the armor they wore. What of course, was based more on a series of unfortunate events the young Cross had to face, events se refused to overlook with a calm head and realize that they were almost designed to set her against the knights. So would she dare to call upon a knight, and ask his head? No, she had enough common sense not to. And not because she was afraid that he might actually bring it, but because there might be a lot of questions concerning how exactly Amelia knew them. And since the city thought she left to any other place, other than Syliras…it might be a set of question that would be hard to answer.

It wasn’t really clear though, was Amelia happy or disappointed that she couldn’t fool around a bit more before her request was granted. Sevris was her friend, so she was happy that she didn’t need to play her usual games around him, but then again, her games where the way she lived by now…like it or not. And to her, it always made things a bit more interesting. Maybe that’s why, the small, childish frown wasn’t that much of a surprise to her and she whipped it away quite fast.

Following the man’s lead she didn’t try to tug his arm to direct him, she just followed like the well behaved girl she should be. None the less, she didn’t let herself move too far from the Lazarin. To everyone else the family might seem as monsters, but she still had a hard time believing it.

”take me to the most beautiful place in Ravok, can you?” just to break the silence that was building up. But with every passing second, she began wondering, what would be the most beautiful place in the city…through his eyes?