Freya didn't like the fact that someone had felt the need to interrupt their moment of simply doing nothing but staring into the eyes of the other, but did not show it. Apperently it was dinner time, and she supposed that soon after dinner, they had more than enough time left again that they could spend in any way they wanted. Or at least, once Harol was done taking a bath.
When the servant turned to her to ask if there was anything she wanted, Freya shook her head. "I have no requests at the moment." She simply answered. She was convinced that there were more than enough things that she could ask for, Shr could probably request far more luxury than she was used to having. But for the moment, Freya was perfectly good with things the way they were. She grew up with little and was used to having little to nothing at all, so the rogue wasn't hard to please.
And though she wouldn't exactly be able to say what it was, there was certainly something about Cyrus that made her dislike him. Perhaps that was somewhat unfair, considering the fact that she hardly knew him at all, but she couldn't help it. She simply didn't have a good feeling about this man.
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Apologies for the wait, I just got started at my new job today, so couldn't get online during the past hours. I'll be working three days a week. Tomorrow I will be gone again from 8:45 until around 18:45 and likely won't post before that but will try once I get back home. Of course, the days thst I'm not working, I should have more time to reply. Anyway, I'll get started on a reply now!
Freya could only once again enjoy the feelings of Harol's lips pressed against hers, brushing against her lower lip a moment. There was nothing about all of these things that were happening that was anything short of amazing. She answered his kiss without even a moment of hesitation, definitely not thinking of refusing one of his kisses. They felt too good to say no. But eventually, the kiss came to an end, and Freya pulled herself away just a little from Harol, although she was smiling. She wasn't sure that even if she would be wanting to, she could stop smiling. And even if she could, why would she want to stop smiling, at a beautiful moment like this?
She wasn't sure what else they should do, things they would have to talk about. After such a happening, some bit of talking seemed like a good thing to do, even though she felt like they had already answered what seemed like the most imortant question, namely if they would stay travelling together, or would simply part ways again, letting this everything be nothing more than a kiss, and move on with their lives, as if nothing ever happened.
Freya had to admit, she felt relieved by the answer they had chosen. She really didn't want to say goodbye and part ways with Harol anymore. Not now that they had shards a kiss and knew they felt the same way about one another. If he had just rejected her without returning the feelings, that sounded like something easier. Still not pleasant, but something she'd get over with easily, she supposed. But seperating ways with him, while knowing he felt the same and just not doing anything with it? For some reason, that sounded much worse.
She wasn't sure what else they should do, things they would have to talk about. After such a happening, some bit of talking seemed like a good thing to do, even though she felt like they had already answered what seemed like the most imortant question, namely if they would stay travelling together, or would simply part ways again, letting this everything be nothing more than a kiss, and move on with their lives, as if nothing ever happened.
Freya had to admit, she felt relieved by the answer they had chosen. She really didn't want to say goodbye and part ways with Harol anymore. Not now that they had shards a kiss and knew they felt the same way about one another. If he had just rejected her without returning the feelings, that sounded like something easier. Still not pleasant, but something she'd get over with easily, she supposed. But seperating ways with him, while knowing he felt the same and just not doing anything with it? For some reason, that sounded much worse.
Freya thought about Harol's question for a moment. It was true, when it came to being a criminal Harol had little experience, while she had plenty of it. Surely enough she would have to teach and tell him things, he would need help with this all, especially in the beginning. Later on not anymore, she supposed, but she had no idea how long it would take him to get used to all of this. "Honestly, I think that should be no problem. You most likely need to learn things, but I can help you with that. I did not mind telling you before, so I suppose it should not be a big problem." She answered. She really hoped he thought the same way about it and would be willing to give it a try, not minding the fact that he would have to accept her help.
Then he took her other hand into his as well, and asked how long 'we' were staying. Not, you, me, I or whatever, we. The two of them, as if they had already made up their minds about contiuing their way together. We. She liked the sound of that, more than she had even expected herself to. It wasn't just like he only made a choice to come along, if he would do so. It would also mean that she had somebody around her, willing to go with her and stick with her. After years, she wouldn't be alone anymore, and that thought was wonderful, only even more so because it was Harol who would be coming with her.
"Honestly? I don't know. I was either planning to leave when I got bored of this place, or if you did not feel some kind of attraction towards me as well. Obviously, the second is not going to happen. I at least wanted to stay a little longer, enjoy the fact I am actually safe somewhere for once. That is as far as I got." Freya answered, looking at Harol. She had no idea about his plans yet, not at all. "And what about you?" She asked.
Then he took her other hand into his as well, and asked how long 'we' were staying. Not, you, me, I or whatever, we. The two of them, as if they had already made up their minds about contiuing their way together. We. She liked the sound of that, more than she had even expected herself to. It wasn't just like he only made a choice to come along, if he would do so. It would also mean that she had somebody around her, willing to go with her and stick with her. After years, she wouldn't be alone anymore, and that thought was wonderful, only even more so because it was Harol who would be coming with her.
"Honestly? I don't know. I was either planning to leave when I got bored of this place, or if you did not feel some kind of attraction towards me as well. Obviously, the second is not going to happen. I at least wanted to stay a little longer, enjoy the fact I am actually safe somewhere for once. That is as far as I got." Freya answered, looking at Harol. She had no idea about his plans yet, not at all. "And what about you?" She asked.
"Yes, it appears to be that way." Was the only thing Freya said in response to him. It had been rather obvious that this all wasn't one sided. If it had been, he never would've kissed her back, and they would be having a completely different kind of conversation now. Likely about what was wrong with her, doing something crazy like kissing him so suddenly like she had done, which would've led to what had to be one of the most emberassing explanations the rogue ever had to give anyone during her life do far. Luckily enough, none of that was taking place, although Freya suspected that the warlock still had some questions, regardless of the fact that her feelings weren't unanswered. So despite of the current situation, Freya supposed she would at least have to explain several things to him. She wouldn't get to escape that so easily.
She noticed Harol's hand reaching for hers, not pulling it away. She saw no reason as to why she wouldn't let the warlock touch her hand, especially not given the situation. Okay, maybe he had gotten a little scared by the little accident with the drink in the tavern last night, but that had been an entirely different case. That drunken idiot had slapped her butt, assuming she would be perfectly good with that, despite the lack of interest she had in the man. She decided that the man could use it to be scared a little. Harol, however, was a completely different case. She had kissed him, showed a kind of attraction towards him. Why would she deny him to touch her, right after they had kissed? That made no sense.
So rather than pulling her hand away from his, she moved her hand towards it instead, taking a gentle hold of his hand, assuming that was what he had intended to do. She did notice she was still wearing her gloves, although they had been in the house for a little while by now. It wasn't because of distrust or whatsoever, though, but she had simply forgotten to take them off before. After all, what use would it have to hide her hands, of all things?
She noticed Harol's hand reaching for hers, not pulling it away. She saw no reason as to why she wouldn't let the warlock touch her hand, especially not given the situation. Okay, maybe he had gotten a little scared by the little accident with the drink in the tavern last night, but that had been an entirely different case. That drunken idiot had slapped her butt, assuming she would be perfectly good with that, despite the lack of interest she had in the man. She decided that the man could use it to be scared a little. Harol, however, was a completely different case. She had kissed him, showed a kind of attraction towards him. Why would she deny him to touch her, right after they had kissed? That made no sense.
So rather than pulling her hand away from his, she moved her hand towards it instead, taking a gentle hold of his hand, assuming that was what he had intended to do. She did notice she was still wearing her gloves, although they had been in the house for a little while by now. It wasn't because of distrust or whatsoever, though, but she had simply forgotten to take them off before. After all, what use would it have to hide her hands, of all things?
Like Freya had hoped, the kiss did make her feel something, a tingling sensation and the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Well, now she had her explanation as to why she had thought and felt about Harol the way she did. Admittedly, she had never really expected herself to feel such feeling for someone a second time, but strangely enough, she didn't even mind it.
More surprising, however, was that Harol actually returned her kiss, answering it soft and kind, with a certain kind of gentleness of which she hadn't known that the warlock had posessed it. Granted, she had considered this a good idea to figure things out, and had thought that if she indeed felt at the very least attracted to the warlock, he could possibly feel the same. Still, that option had seemed the least likely one to her, although she wasn't even exactly sure why it sounded so unlikely to her. She had just assumed that he would be interested in different types of woman, which didn't steal and murder. Other magic users, perhaps, or at least someone with some more sense of honour than she had.
"My apologies if I startled you, I just had some thoughts I needed to deal with recently and... I hoped this would give me some clarity." She said after he had pulled her away. The red colour her face had gotten was rare, but clearly visible, even though she wished it wasn't. It only got even worse, though, when she noticed the servant. The rogue was usually not easy to emberass, but this was just enough to make her blush. She listened to Hatol telling her he was not upset, but surprised instead. She could understand, but she thought that if she had told him what she was going to do before actually doing it, his reaction might not have been as genuine as it was now.
More surprising, however, was that Harol actually returned her kiss, answering it soft and kind, with a certain kind of gentleness of which she hadn't known that the warlock had posessed it. Granted, she had considered this a good idea to figure things out, and had thought that if she indeed felt at the very least attracted to the warlock, he could possibly feel the same. Still, that option had seemed the least likely one to her, although she wasn't even exactly sure why it sounded so unlikely to her. She had just assumed that he would be interested in different types of woman, which didn't steal and murder. Other magic users, perhaps, or at least someone with some more sense of honour than she had.
"My apologies if I startled you, I just had some thoughts I needed to deal with recently and... I hoped this would give me some clarity." She said after he had pulled her away. The red colour her face had gotten was rare, but clearly visible, even though she wished it wasn't. It only got even worse, though, when she noticed the servant. The rogue was usually not easy to emberass, but this was just enough to make her blush. She listened to Hatol telling her he was not upset, but surprised instead. She could understand, but she thought that if she had told him what she was going to do before actually doing it, his reaction might not have been as genuine as it was now.
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Jackson looked at Spencer and frowned upon seeing him, but ignored his lack of action. Instead, she made her way over to Elliot, assuming he could use some help.
Elliot had braced himself for the kick this time, and didn't lose his balance as much, instead managing to stay onto his feet and counter her attack with a small fireball, aiming at the arm with which she had been holding her sword before.
Elliot had braced himself for the kick this time, and didn't lose his balance as much, instead managing to stay onto his feet and counter her attack with a small fireball, aiming at the arm with which she had been holding her sword before.
Jackson nodded, hearing the same sounds as well. "If Spencer and Elliot are here, it is possible that they are trying to catch the two fugitives. That would explain the noise." She said, moving up the pace and resting her hands on the handles of her swords, just in case.
"If that's what it takes, I can endure a beating." Elliot answered, glaring at Kiara. They had to catch her anyway, so why not fight, if that was what it took?
"Don't hurt him! I know what you think, but Elliot isn't bad. Of all people, I should know." Trixie said to Kiara, looking at her.
"If that's what it takes, I can endure a beating." Elliot answered, glaring at Kiara. They had to catch her anyway, so why not fight, if that was what it took?
"Don't hurt him! I know what you think, but Elliot isn't bad. Of all people, I should know." Trixie said to Kiara, looking at her.
Jackson shrugged. "Possibly a change of mind, maybe on impulse, it could be anything, really. People do things for the most weird reasons, and it doesn't always makes sense, or at least not to us." She answered. She mostly just didn't want to think too much about the motives of their target.
"It's not like I chose to get kicked in the chest and fall!" Elliot answered to Spencer as he got back up on his feet, obviously not in the mood for this. "And it's not like you're doing much to stop them." He mumbled, going after the two.
"Would you give me another choice if I said no?" Trixie snapped, starting to move again. The handcuffs were a problem they could take care of later.
"It's not like I chose to get kicked in the chest and fall!" Elliot answered to Spencer as he got back up on his feet, obviously not in the mood for this. "And it's not like you're doing much to stop them." He mumbled, going after the two.
"Would you give me another choice if I said no?" Trixie snapped, starting to move again. The handcuffs were a problem they could take care of later.
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