The Chief and I parted ways pretty fast, I didn't want to be in town with questions about not mes activities. He was tired and feeling drained from almost dying to a mimic. It was one of those mutal "Yeah we're done here." type of conversations. Lorissia and I didn't talk as we left town, she followed me as I went north to archivists caves (a deal is a deal, though I didn't really have a name for the mimics so they became the Golywoshabangas I figured no one would ever be named so horribly). We made camp hours later, I was tired and smelled, I made sure to make camp near a river to wash up, I threw caution to the wind and went full nude, its not like I had modesty anyway. Lorissia didn't seem to mind, even if she giggled when I came back shivering in the morning sun.
"You have a lot of scars Lorentino." I normally don't, but I hadn't ummm "eaten" as it were since I was tortured. Most of the wounds were superficial, and they looked nastier then they were, some of them had been exceptionally painful though, particularly the ones near my groin.
"I fell down a lot of stairs." I'll never understand how this became an accepted excuse, there aren't that many stairs in the world! More silence as I sat next to the fire nakedly waiting for the cold and wet to go away (in retrospec washing up without a towel? Bad idea).
"I'm sorry." We both blurted it out, it was that kind of hasty admission you give someone like trying to take off an old bandage, fast and to the point.
"Wait you're sorry? For what? I'm the one who used necromancy to keep restore you to health without your permission." It was about as honest as I ever get with regards to necromancy, sometimes I claim the gods saved someone or that their wounds didn't look as bad as they thought.
"For putting you in that position in the first place, I should have checked in with you when I found Mervis, but I thought I could handle him and show you how strong I was, it was idiotic." We both sat looking across each other in the fire. I was uncomfortable, and not just because I was without my clothes (though that did play a part in it honestly). I was all set to just leave it as an akward night of apologizing for something we both felt bad about. But Lorissia crossed over and kissed me, it was passionate and sensuous (and not just because I was naked, but that once again did play a part), we embraced what felt like hours and then did other stuff for what felt like days (look thats as far as I'm going with that ok).
When I awoke it was hours later and the sun felt like it was right over my damn head (stupid overcast weather is never there when you need it). Lorissia was nearby smiling, I was actually surprised she hadn't left me while I was sleeping, or that she wasn't actually there and it had all been a weird fever dream. But no she was still there, making sure her bowstring or something was still tight. I smiled back at her and went off to find my pants hoping that the heat had actually served me in getting them dry. I tell you of all the days I often fantasize about returning to, that one is my personal favorite. It's a shame that in being in love with her I killed her, but like most things in my life, everything I touch turns to ashes, its just a matter of how long the fire burns.
Damn thats a good line I'll have to save that up for the next time I'm feeling artsy.
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