He didn't know a lot about women...that didn't mean he didn't want to though. He did, just life had made that a tad bit difficult. As the eldest it was his duty to protect the family. Issac had failed once before, and he never wanted to fail again. Oh but how those girls in Lothering would make eyes at him... a cruel test by The Maker he decided, one that he would pass.
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At Ostagar the rules were different. The women were from all over Ferelden, not the girls from Lothering asking to many questions about his family, about his sister...he could maybe here...the thought of such things sent wanton images to his brain, and a stiffness to his loins...Maker how could he even talk to one of them if just thinking about it...no he should try right, after all he could die tomorrow.
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"Uh, hi there." Suddenly the words left him, what would he even say, what would he even talk about? The lanky brunette turned and looked him over.
"Piss off, we've got a battle ahead and I need to sharpen my blade." She spat.
"So do I." Issac uttered under his breath, maybe giggling girls were a better bet than battle-hardened women. He decided against trying again in favor of sharpening his own blade in the privacy of his tent. Issac was about to enter when he heard heavy breathing, grunts, and moans escaping the thin canvas...Carver...even Carver was...The Maker was playing some sick joke. He retreated back to a nearby fire to wait it out, at least affording his brother some privacy.
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":May I join you?" A woman? Maybe this endeavor was not a total waste.
"Yeah sure." He slid over to make room. She sat next to him her light brown braids bouncing slightly. Then that silence, that dreaded silence. She gazed sadly into the fire, then back at him, her green eyes meeting his blue.
"So where are you from?" Small talk...good good this could head somewhere.
"My brother and I are here from Lothering. We joined up when the army passed through, you know to protect our home and such." He doubted he could sound less interesting... "You?"
"Just from a small farm outside of Denerim. My father and I had gone into town to get some supplies when we heard about the Blight. They were taking volunteers so I enlisted right then an there. Now that I'm here...I can't say I don't regret it." A blush crept from her neck to her cheeks. "But I guess we all have to pitch in right, to save our homes..."
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I keep thinking of everything I haven't done yet." Issac sighed heavily. "But if this axe makes the difference between Ferelden being over run by Darkspawn... well there are worse things to throw ones life away on." He smiled weakly.
"I know what you mean...I keep thinking of things I haven't done as well..." She moved an inch closer...he could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
"Y...yeah...like what?" He stammered. He wills it to be of the intimate variety.
"Sitting by you was no accident...you are very handsome." Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and the fire...so she's nervous too. "I wanted to ask you something...well if you could do something for me?" The tent...maybe she had her own...or he could toss Carver and whatever woman he was with out on their asses...they've had their fun.
"Ah ok...what do you want me to do?" Or they could maybe wonder around until they found a secluded spot...it wouldn't be that bad, he wouldn't have to worry it would be her first time too...they could figure it out.
"I've...I've never...Oh Maker this is silly of me" her blush deepens, and she turns away.
"No its alright tell me." He puts an awkward hand on one of her shoulders and attempts a warm grin he's sure looks either goofy or creepy. She'll say no...he's pushing the issue now...
"I've never been kissed." She mumbles and he can tell she is deeply embarrassed. What kind of deviant was he to think that she wanted sex from him...she just met him. Thinking though, he had never kissed or been kissed either...not in the way that it counted at least. He had only gotten familial kisses on the cheek from his mother or sister.
"Ok, um we can do that." He leaned in towards her and closed his eyes. Issac soon felt the soft warmth envelop his lips. He parted them slightly in turn she deepened the kiss, but all too soon she pulled away just as he moved to wrap his arms around her.
"Yeah...thanks...I...well I wish you luck tomorrow..." She hurried away leaving him dumbstruck. Then he realized, his first kiss...he didn't even know her name.