Author's note: 1st of all Sweat and roses used to be an entirely different fic, but I decided to combine the two for convince. It's the same story line. 2nd

You guys remember my idea of the fic when jak finds the journal. Well I have it wrote in my note book. I'm posting it up today 6/10/11 and I will update maybe every Saturday. it's called "Louder than words" I hope you guys will enjoy it as much I liked writing it. So now enjoy

I will, but this is something I have to do before hand… My OC has an important scene and I didn't wanna leave it out. Think of it as a "pre-post sequel" lol… well you will understand soon enough. Without further ado…

Sweat and Roses.

Damas POV:

I became a shadow. I waited till the Krimson guard; my own personal body guard actually, stalked the hallway down from my room. I was posted up behind one of the many statues of Mar my father had created during his rule. I waited till Kirt's footsteps faded away and made a wild dash down the hall. I couldn't afford to be seen.

This was crazy! Veger would kill me if he knew what I was doing. According to my all to… opinionated council, I didn't have time to wallow around in the filth of Haven.

It infuriated me to no end when I thought about how my glorious city had fallen!

Every time I smelt Baron's onion breath at the table, or whenever I saw Erol's cocky face I'd get sick to my guts. How dare they try to shape my city!

But tonight wasn't time for my hate and strive in politics.

My heart could only beat joy as I raced out of the hall. I walked down the stairs and made my way to the castle's most lowest room. I was forbidden to enter that room far on the left here. Veger told me that it was an experimental room, although I didn't know what he kind he was talking about.

Again, call me naïve, but I was to blind to care. I found the right window and removed the latched that was locking it. and peeked down at the darkness below. It was maybe a 4 foot drop, but the darkness made it feel like 40.

"Damas?" called a voice from below.

"Hurry up already! You know how much we hate your guards." A different one snorted.

I chuckled softly. "Coming." I said happily. I pulled up the window and judged my landing. I caught a glimpse of something shinny and something drew my face into a huge smile. I hopped out the window making sure to land a back flip as a I fell silently onto the ground.

Three pairs of feet were the first things that meet my vision. I slowly rose, still grinning as I saw faces of the wastelanders.

Two faces male two one female.

Sig was one of them. He was rolling his eyes and holding up his lantern. The light barley showing anyone features, but I could tell it was Sig since he was huge. Build like a yakcow.

The second face was Tyven. He was a tough kid who pick up the bad habit of smoking despite only being 14. I could see the glow of his cigarette as he chuckled. "Show off." He said. Tyven was one her little brother's along with Sig. Tyven was the one that was actually blood related although. The youngest was Garen, who was six years old. Spunky child, that was. I bet he put up a fight when he wasn't allow to follow his siblings.

The last pair of legs was the prettiest so I saved them for last. I savored the time it took my eyes to travel up. She was wearing a pair of worn combat boots and green short shorts with two guns strapped to either side of perfect hips. She had on a white tank top that stopped at the navel. The tank top had one sleeve and was ripped and smeared with sand and dirt. Her hair was this beautiful yellow- green color. It was pulled back neatly into a braided ponytail that stopped at her waist. She had two green hair ties on the top of the braid and at the base, leaving a little tip unbraided. Her eyes were a piercing blue. Like deep pools. Her bangs were cut in a straight line parallel to her forehead living the sides an inch longer than the middle.

The body was one of power, yet one that you couldn't distrust. Deadly, yet it invited whoever was around. Aurora…

"Hey…" I said inching closer to her. My body was moving on its own at this point. The outside world quickly fading as her hand extended to meet mine.

"Hi." She said laughing as her lips dangerously closed in on mine. She smelt sweat and roses. both a warrior and a caretaker We shared a kiss and I forgot where we were… who we were with.

Hell, I had remind myself my name.

"Ew! Knock it off you two." Tyven grunted. "We just get back from a mission and you repay us by sucking my big sister's face off?"

"Sig laughed. "Angry cause you never kissed a girl." Sig was already walking down the streets. I smiled and took my girl's hand. We were going back to the slums. It was like our hang out spot. Not much of a spot, but it was the only place and time I could see them.

"I kissed a bunch of girls." Tyven retorted nervously.

"Mom doesn't count Ty." Aurous chuckled.

Tyven growled. "No! I meant… Mary… Mary fisher…"

I laughed. "Mary? The same Mary Fisher who is blind?" I still made effort to know my people as best I could.

Tyven took a long puff on is cigarette. "You wouldn't know her… She's way too hot for you anyways."

"Of course chili pepper." Sig chuckled making his way across a large puddle.

Tonight we were going to hang out at the outer most places in the city. It was reserved for the wastelanders. Thanks to my law, and Veger's idea, the wastelander's were originally slummers who I employed to find artifacts. Hard job, but we did pay. I wanted to pay more, but again I was over ruled. I did feel bad for being over ruled and watching these people suffer.

But being surrounded with these people. My loved ones. The warm soup in my belly and the stories of kills of metals heads in my ear. The stars hanging over our heads and Aurora's head on my shoulder. We laugh together, we die together. We strive together.

I loved the wastelanders. They were my home.

Later that night…

Aurora's POV

"Damas!" I cried out quietly, but with enough force to sound like a yell. He was on top of me and smoothing me with kisses. Somehow, my some way, he talked me into sneaking back into the palace. I had never slept in such a fancy bed. It felt like laying on feathers… So this is how the richer half lives? Damas' room was like three slum houses combined.

He laughed quietly. "Yes."

"I shouldn't be here." I said trying to get up. I felt out of place in all this luxury. He pushed me down.

"Relax. No one is going to find out." He said.

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. He grimanced. "Oh… bad idea." He tackled me and we hit the floor. I gasped as he laughed at my bewilderment. "What the hell?" I asked jumping up. I was on pins and needles. Damas rolled his eyes.

"Take on a bunch of metal heads in the desert for eight weeks. You're a pro. Spend night with boyfriend… and you're a bigger baby than Krew at a weight loss clinic." He teased.

He picked me up and made me sit on his lap. I melted into him. Damas had the appearance of a rock, but felt more like being held by a cloud. My heart swelled as my lips found his again. I often felt not good enough. I mean the man I love was the king. A good looking, athletic, smart, talented, good willed… oh I just could go on! But i… I was a dust rat.

"I love you." He said suddenly. He was grinning. I smiled. "I love you more."

Damas raise an eyebrow. "Not sure about that…" he glanced at his bed and at the door suddenly. I laughed and shook my head.

"So… I see." I was willing to bet Damas was thinking "Then show me."

He blushed slightly. "Um… sorry. It was just a passing thought."

"It's a nice thought…" I said under my breath."

"What?"

"Oh nothing." I chuckled kissing him. I snuggled in the bed and he followed my suite.

"So how's velco?" I asked making conversation. He chuckled. He sounded half asleep.

"Veger is the same old slim ball." He said

I grimaced. "I really hate him. I would want crush Vegro's body's into a pile of metal head shit." I felt strongly about the government in Haven. I knew my Damas tried his best to better our lives and people got in his way! Dirty little scum bags like Praxis! I balled up my fist. Damas stroked my hair making my body relax. I looked at him shocked. His expression was calm and amused.

"My father used to tell me government is only a perception. Meaning that if you want to see something different, then imagine differently. When I close my eyes…I see this beautiful utopia. I want it back so bad Aurora. My vision of what life is. I'm going to get one day. And then you won't have to worry about getting Veger's name wrong again." His eye lids flutter as he spoke. I smile and left him go to sleep.

I couldn't sleep in this fancy room. Either it was the feeling of being comfortable, new to me, or Damas' snores.

I rattled through his stuff until a brown book came into view.

"Damy has a diary?" I squalled. I couldn't contain of chuckles. Damas snored loudly. I put my hand over my mouth. And let out a long breath. I read the first few pages. I was expecting to read about some of his women servants, but everything I read was about how he could better this city. My level of admiration of Damas grew with each page. He even wrote about me.I was shocked… but happy. Happier than I had even been.

I found a pencil and flipped the very last page of the book. He'd eventually find this and I couldn't stop smiling as I wrote. When I finished I yawned sleepily and returned the book. I curled up next the king and thought about the letters as I let sleep find me.

To my king.

I found your dairy. You are probably saying it is a journal, but whatever. This means I read some of your deepest feeling and desires. I'm shocked… for one you are highly stoic even in writing. Sig would hate that. Two, what the drawings of me? You drew me with usually huge boobs? Is that true? And I love that you drew little airplane models for my little brother. Anyways again Damas I know you better than any one and I can honestly say I love you with my entire soul. All the eco in the world would be enough to fill the love I have for you. Damas, I want a life with you. I want a family and I want to be the best mother to my child and more than anything… I want to make you happy. Me, Aurora, the metal head killing, poor, wastelander. I want to make your life complete.

Aurora

To my child (if I am blessed with one.)

If all is well, then your father will show you these letters when you're old enough. I'm currently 17 years old and I'm already planning you. Well not too soon! Mother is very happy being a killing machine! I'm actually good at it, but is that a good influence on you? When you come I hope I know the right way to raise you. At the moment, our home is being threatened. May Mar watch over our souls. We need a hero, and maybe you will be it. when you come, I give one bit of advice: never forget who you are. I learned that. You know who you are, then you know where to go in life.

Love, Your mother one day