Post by kevna on Sept 6, 2021 19:58:21 GMT -5
Siorreya - Green Amagetith
She shuddered at the thought he painted so clearly. No, waking up in the infirmary in this condition would not be good. She wouldn’t have fainted, that was just ridiculous. Now, sitting down to take a rest, and allowing her eyes to briefly take a break, was a possibility.
The ferocity behind his question took her aback, giving pause to her struggle as she tried to understand the intensity behind the question. “I’m not that easy to kill.” She had meant to snap it at him, but the way his hold on her tightened reminding her something of fear took most of the heat from her voice. She was not trying to comfort him! It just… surprised her.
His answering her shocked her more, and her mouth gaped open. “Wha-?” She cut herself off, feeling herself blush just at the thought. “You wouldn’t.” She did her best to make it sound like a threat, because even if he was teasing her, there was equal fear and excitement at the prospect. If she was feeling better, it would’ve been her next dare to him, tie her up and have his way with her. She wasn’t though and getting left tied to a bed in this condition would surely bring on a panic attack.
Sio met his frown with a narrowing of her eyes and tried to measure whether he was mocking her by calling her sense of duty ‘admirable.’ “I guess we’ll never know what they would have done.” She retorted lamely, in essence giving this one up. She really did feel like someone with threadscore on the chest, with the way it burned with every breath.
It was the voice of panic that took over as he deposited her on the bed, it was the fact that for a moment she thought he was going to leave her here, alone. Amagetith wasn’t even here to curl up on the floor with. She desperately reached out to grab his arm, to stop him, a breathless, frantic voice that didn’t sound anything like her escaping her lips without any forethought. “You’re not going to leave, are you?”
It took her a second to realize her own reaction, to measure the words and the tone she had used, and the way she was looking at him. She felt her face heat in another blush, and she tore her gaze down as well as her hand, then attempted to slide from the bed. “Because there is nothing to keep me from getting up if you do.” She tried to sound indifferent, tried to harden her voice, even flooded with embarrassment as she was. It was the sharding fever, she tried to comfort herself. It drove her to this sun-crazed place.