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“Alexis?” The name sounded foreign on her tongue. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if considering it. In truth, she was simply drinking in the fact that her skin was no longer being soaked by freezing rain. Before actually forming an opinion of the name, she used her good arm to unfold the blanket, spreading it over her body as she pulled her knees in close.
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable.” In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. “What is that thing?”
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable.” In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. “What is that thing?”
Ohs? I'm ready when you are.
At this point, I think it might be fun for the earl come to visit her. Maybe throw in a thunderstorm or two. It'd give them a chance to go over the contract under the pretense of him making sure she's alright after claiming sickness.
That smile was utterly creepy. It wasn’t that the man didn’t know how to smile—on the contrary, his chiseled features and fine teeth accented the gesture well—it was the fact that it felt so natural despite her knowing it was not. How many people did he lure in with the honey of polite conversation and elegant parties without them realizing they were tools? If he wanted them, they would be treated well, and if they defied him, there would be nothing but a road of obstacles in whatever it was they were trying to achieve.
How unfortunate this is, getting mixed up with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he shut down any boats chartering back to Gesen just to keep me here. That is within his realm of power, isn’t it? Cicely sighed, getting up from the sofa with some difficulty. The velvet cushions had been very soft, after all, and sitting in them for some time had made her sink deeper than she’d realized. Perhaps everything in the earl’s study was a trap in some form, too.
She angled herself away from him as she brought the documents closer to her face for inspection. As far as she could tell, everything was in order. While it did give her some relief to know she’d have an income again (the sum she’d been given to study abroad had been rather paltry, sadly), however, she had the distinct impression that the earl wouldn’t have given her the permissions if he hadn’t been certain that she would accept his offer. He didn’t seem like a man to back down.
Not to mention the time (and undoubtedly, money) he’d spent in learning so much about her. Even if she left the castle immediately, there was a good chance she’d be watched at the inn, too. Just how many citizens were in on the earl’s plans for her? Or perhaps it was just a matter of bribery…
“If you don’t mind, I actually would care to return for the inn. It’s quite a hospitable place.” Cicely smirked, finally heading towards the door. “After all, I could hardly impose upon an earl.”
How unfortunate this is, getting mixed up with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he shut down any boats chartering back to Gesen just to keep me here. That is within his realm of power, isn’t it? Cicely sighed, getting up from the sofa with some difficulty. The velvet cushions had been very soft, after all, and sitting in them for some time had made her sink deeper than she’d realized. Perhaps everything in the earl’s study was a trap in some form, too.
She angled herself away from him as she brought the documents closer to her face for inspection. As far as she could tell, everything was in order. While it did give her some relief to know she’d have an income again (the sum she’d been given to study abroad had been rather paltry, sadly), however, she had the distinct impression that the earl wouldn’t have given her the permissions if he hadn’t been certain that she would accept his offer. He didn’t seem like a man to back down.
Not to mention the time (and undoubtedly, money) he’d spent in learning so much about her. Even if she left the castle immediately, there was a good chance she’d be watched at the inn, too. Just how many citizens were in on the earl’s plans for her? Or perhaps it was just a matter of bribery…
“If you don’t mind, I actually would care to return for the inn. It’s quite a hospitable place.” Cicely smirked, finally heading towards the door. “After all, I could hardly impose upon an earl.”
x3 To be honest, I actually like the idea of him giving her a new name. She's trying to put the past behind her because on no small level, her new, awakened perspective makes memories of the lab disturbing. She views "Nemesis" as a label, a designation for an object, rather than a name. And it's something of a secret ceremony--in allowing him to give her a name, she is passing on the sense of service/purpose from the scientists to him.
Buuuuut by the same token, Zac is yo' charrie. You should roll with whichever suits him best.
Buuuuut by the same token, Zac is yo' charrie. You should roll with whichever suits him best.
Apologies in advance! :P Daxam, I more or less assumed that Zac is helping her limp around with her arm on his shoulders and him holding her, so if that assumption is incorrect, I'm happy to edit.
She stopped breathing. The warm shock of the man’s body against her side was nearly enough to make her short-circuit. Never had she been touched in such away, and honestly, she’d forgotten what flesh even felt like. Without her hands, it was only the tops of her limbs in combination with her head and torso that had functional skin. Even if the man’s clothes were wet, she could feel the warm press of his skin beneath the softened fabric. The flesh of his shoulder was firm with an inner softness; it was almost like pressing against a cushioned spring.
Nemesis let out a small huff, shuddering as her nerves came back to life. The man must have known that she was having difficulty standing, much less walking, because his arm wrapped around her back and effectively held her to his side. His hand, coming to rest on her waist, felt like something of a hot beacon. Had he any idea it was the very first time she’d ever felt skin with her own?
He’s so… soft. I do not understand. Organic matter is weak, so easy to tear apart, yet this is the strength delivering me now. Humans were… different up close, that much was becoming clear to her. It took her a moment to regain her senses, but it was much easier to move when she could lean her weight on him, dragging her bad leg between them. Her head was sagging away from the man, and she honestly didn’t have energy to spare in correcting her posture, but the only thing that mattered was that she could see the ground and move accordingly.
She wasn’t eager to go through the fence again, but the human had done a decent job in clearing a path. When they were through it, she felt a new buzz of energy: they were really heading back towards human society. What awaited her amid those strange lights and shadows?
"Since it seems like I might have to help you for a little while, mind telling me what you go by? You can call me 'Zac.'” His tone was still light, almost soothing in its calmness. Then again, he wasn’t in the middle of freezing to death.
“My designation…” Nemesis stopped short, realizing in a spark of thought that her designation, Nemesis, was not actually a name. She’d been called that by the drone testers because she was the “Boss Level,” their literal nemesis. Her purpose no longer seemed to be a nemesis, and thus, her designation was meaningless. If the human was going to help her stumble from the abyss, then—
“Call me by whatever title you deem most fitting… Zac.” She wasn’t sure if Zac was a title of command or one of those personal titles called ‘names,’ but she found she had an inherent liking of its sound. “My former designation no longer serves a purpose in my identification.”
Nemesis let out a small huff, shuddering as her nerves came back to life. The man must have known that she was having difficulty standing, much less walking, because his arm wrapped around her back and effectively held her to his side. His hand, coming to rest on her waist, felt like something of a hot beacon. Had he any idea it was the very first time she’d ever felt skin with her own?
He’s so… soft. I do not understand. Organic matter is weak, so easy to tear apart, yet this is the strength delivering me now. Humans were… different up close, that much was becoming clear to her. It took her a moment to regain her senses, but it was much easier to move when she could lean her weight on him, dragging her bad leg between them. Her head was sagging away from the man, and she honestly didn’t have energy to spare in correcting her posture, but the only thing that mattered was that she could see the ground and move accordingly.
She wasn’t eager to go through the fence again, but the human had done a decent job in clearing a path. When they were through it, she felt a new buzz of energy: they were really heading back towards human society. What awaited her amid those strange lights and shadows?
"Since it seems like I might have to help you for a little while, mind telling me what you go by? You can call me 'Zac.'” His tone was still light, almost soothing in its calmness. Then again, he wasn’t in the middle of freezing to death.
“My designation…” Nemesis stopped short, realizing in a spark of thought that her designation, Nemesis, was not actually a name. She’d been called that by the drone testers because she was the “Boss Level,” their literal nemesis. Her purpose no longer seemed to be a nemesis, and thus, her designation was meaningless. If the human was going to help her stumble from the abyss, then—
“Call me by whatever title you deem most fitting… Zac.” She wasn’t sure if Zac was a title of command or one of those personal titles called ‘names,’ but she found she had an inherent liking of its sound. “My former designation no longer serves a purpose in my identification.”
And just like that, she grew nervous again. That polite veneer—now that she knew it for a true mask, she was certain he was back to hiding things. If she turned him down regardless of his agreeable terms, would she find out what those things were? Despite the danger, the darker part of her curiosity wanted to know: just how far was the earl willing to go to secure her help? She knew her talents were rare, but never had a stranger placed so much importance on them. The thinkers and reasoners of the world turned to science, the politicians and kings to societal power; magic was a thing for sorcerers and troublemakers in an age where men were rising above the superstitions of the past.
Well, at least in Airedale, it seemed. There were darker places of the world that remained largely unheard from, surrounded by myth. Those societies able to rise above the mist, however, did not entertain themselves with such unknowns. Even Gesen, with its humble little island villages, was happy casting off its supernatural beginnings. It made a fairy like herself quite nervous about how things would even out in the end.
“I will have to think it over,” Cicely spoke at length. She took another sip from her water, trying to ignore how her stomach protested putting so much as another drop into it. “After all, one does not step into the lair of a snake with no regard to her own safety.”
Ah, that was probably a bit too pointed, but statuses be damned—he was a self-insinuated reptilian and she believed it. If he was willing to use his power to manipulate her, he was not someone she could trust to look after her better interests. She wouldn’t delude herself into thinking that she could use him just like he was trying to use her, either—he had the resources and the power; she did not. If there was anything he lacked that she had, it was simply the fact that he was male and she was female. Even then, did he not have all the attentions and affections of the opposite sex that a man could desire?
I can still turn him down and study elsewhere. He’s not an entire kingdom, after all. With that in mind, Cicely glanced back up at him. Her gaze alone was something of a challenge, as if letting him know that she did have the option to refuse him.
Well, at least in Airedale, it seemed. There were darker places of the world that remained largely unheard from, surrounded by myth. Those societies able to rise above the mist, however, did not entertain themselves with such unknowns. Even Gesen, with its humble little island villages, was happy casting off its supernatural beginnings. It made a fairy like herself quite nervous about how things would even out in the end.
“I will have to think it over,” Cicely spoke at length. She took another sip from her water, trying to ignore how her stomach protested putting so much as another drop into it. “After all, one does not step into the lair of a snake with no regard to her own safety.”
Ah, that was probably a bit too pointed, but statuses be damned—he was a self-insinuated reptilian and she believed it. If he was willing to use his power to manipulate her, he was not someone she could trust to look after her better interests. She wouldn’t delude herself into thinking that she could use him just like he was trying to use her, either—he had the resources and the power; she did not. If there was anything he lacked that she had, it was simply the fact that he was male and she was female. Even then, did he not have all the attentions and affections of the opposite sex that a man could desire?
I can still turn him down and study elsewhere. He’s not an entire kingdom, after all. With that in mind, Cicely glanced back up at him. Her gaze alone was something of a challenge, as if letting him know that she did have the option to refuse him.
I'm sorry Daxam, the darkness is starting to come back out of Nemesis. It'll be some time before she warms up, but it'll be worth it, I pwomise!
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