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imagination. To distinguish the thoughts from spoken words, dialog is in
quotations ("") and thoughts are with single apostrophes (' ') Sorry it's
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Vara strained her eyes to look through the darkness to see Patroclus. The harder she looked, the worse her eyes felt. After a few minutes of trying, she utterly gave up. She leaned against the stone wall, and closed her eyes, and, for a brief moment, she felt alone again.
She opened her eyes and sighed into the darkness.
"Well?" a voice said calmly from the darkness. For some reason, Vara didn't jump. As if she knew that voice was coming.
"Well what?" she said back, just as calm.
"What's the plan now?"
"The same as it's always been."
In her mind, Vara could see Patroclus nodding. She hoped she would stop speaking. She didn't feel like talking.
"Why did you get him away from the fact that I am a Myrmidon and the enemy?"
"He would have killed you"
"You would think you would want to try and do anything to be rid of me, you could've gotten out of here by yourself. You could have just let him kill me."
"You really think I am that coldhearted?"
"You're in here aren't you?"
His last few words were bitter and she didn't know why. She looked to him with sympathetic eyes that caught his gaze. In any other situation, he would have stared at her back. But not this time. He quickly averted his gaze as soon as he met hers. He didn't want to look at her and lose his anger. Although he wanted to do both.
"One day I will tell you why I am in here."
He didn't argue.
"If I am as you say, and I am here because I was 'coldhearted', doesn't that mean that you are the same as I? Coldhearted?"
Patroclus didn't say anything. He was losing the argument. He couldn't help but look at her. Just one glimpse of her face had dissolved his anger. All of it.
"I'm sorry"
He looked up. She had been the first to apologize. 'Too convenient,' he thought. He stood up off the ground and smiled.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing, it should be me. I-"
"No, you had a reason to be angry. I did converse with Paris, but only to our benefit- to help us get out of here"
He smiled and stepped closer. Vara was relieved that the tension was gone.
"I couldn't have stayed angry with you," he said softly, smiling as he spoke.
"And why, may I ask, is that?" she asked smiling, thinking of his answer.
"Because you," he said stepping ever so close to her that she was sure he was going to do something she expected, "are my ticket out of here"
He had whispered the last part. Vara had let her smile fade. She had thought he was going to say something sweet, but he didn't. She didn't want to get close to him, yet she yearned for him to say something forward or sweet.
She looked away, off to the side, letting him see the profile of her face. Patroclus shuddered, struggling to hold back. He gulped and tried to keep his mind off the things he wanted. The things he could have if he played his cards right.
Vara looked back at him. His eyes were scanning the area above her head. She could see his eyes begin to move towards her again and tried to turn from his gaze. But she found herself staring into his eyes. Something was showing in them she could not specifically read. Vara swallowed and turned her head down and away to the right.
Patroclus smiled and leaned towards her, lightly pressing his lips against her left cheek. She almost jerked away, but stopped herself. She knew she shouldn't, but she liked it. She held her breath and let her eyes close. When he pulled back, she looked at him and smiled.
"What was that for?" she asked while trying to smile, evenly laughing.
He smiled back, looking into her eyes. His own eyes had some hidden message that Vera couldn't figure out just yet. She assumed they were saying something about how he was feeling and what he was thinking about.
"For at least including me in your plans of escaping. You could have just let me rot here, in this jail"
She smiled. "No, I couldn't"
"And why not?"
When Patroclus asked that question, he searched her eyes. She thought quickly for her answer.
"Because I just couldn't?"
"Is that all?"
Vara watched his eyes and they showed slight disappointment when she had answered.
"Yes."
"Do you wish he had killed me?"
Vara sighed and looked away towards the cell to the door, keeping her eyes off Patroclus. She tried to ignore the question and how she was reacting to him. She didn't want to like him, especially since liking him would prove her task a lot harder than previously calculated.
She stepped towards the door but when his hand slid around hers, she was pulled back. She stepped back in front of him and stared at him with a look of slight unbelief on her face. He didn't to disguise his face with something other than he was feeling.
He searched her eyes and her face for a sign of emotion and he found none. Vara swallowed and tried to read his expressions. He was thinking of something and she knew it. There was a heat to his eyes that made her want to blush.
She couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss. Patroclus was taken aback but smiled internally. He was surprised she was the first to do this. She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his chest, just below the edge of his hair falling over his shoulder. As she felt a hand slide around her slender waist, reality hit her.
'Shit!'
Vara pulled back in shock and stared at Patroclus, almost gasping. The look on his face reminded her of that of a crushed puppy dog. She could almost not even bear to look at him like that. She stepped towards the door, turning her back to him. She thought about his question.
"I don't have time to think about regrets"
She looked back at him. He had a look of hurt and confusion on his face.
"We're leaving," she said, "C'mon"
She stood at the door, waiting for him to leave the cell first. She tried to ignore the look on his face, telling herself to be tough. He nodded and stepped past her into the hallway. Vara took a deep breath and started behind him.
She knew that what she had done would make what she had to do harder. Even if she hadn't felt something, she would still have to face his feelings. Either way, she was not sure she could do it anymore. But she was sure of one thing she had to do.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- OOOHH! SUSPENSE! Vara has some secrets that may or may not be revealed... Now, I know most of you have been asking if you're ever going to find out about some of the introduced dialog and writing that posed interesting questions in your minds. They'll probably be revealed in later chapters. One of the hidden secrets involves poor Patroclus.
Another asked question: Achilles will be back into the story. I promise. And, also, I did mention a possible lemon, but that may happen later in eventual chapters. If you want it, you gotta review for it (.
Also another thing, school's starting up again so I may not have time to write more chapters. Savvy n sorry.
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Vara strained her eyes to look through the darkness to see Patroclus. The harder she looked, the worse her eyes felt. After a few minutes of trying, she utterly gave up. She leaned against the stone wall, and closed her eyes, and, for a brief moment, she felt alone again.
She opened her eyes and sighed into the darkness.
"Well?" a voice said calmly from the darkness. For some reason, Vara didn't jump. As if she knew that voice was coming.
"Well what?" she said back, just as calm.
"What's the plan now?"
"The same as it's always been."
In her mind, Vara could see Patroclus nodding. She hoped she would stop speaking. She didn't feel like talking.
"Why did you get him away from the fact that I am a Myrmidon and the enemy?"
"He would have killed you"
"You would think you would want to try and do anything to be rid of me, you could've gotten out of here by yourself. You could have just let him kill me."
"You really think I am that coldhearted?"
"You're in here aren't you?"
His last few words were bitter and she didn't know why. She looked to him with sympathetic eyes that caught his gaze. In any other situation, he would have stared at her back. But not this time. He quickly averted his gaze as soon as he met hers. He didn't want to look at her and lose his anger. Although he wanted to do both.
"One day I will tell you why I am in here."
He didn't argue.
"If I am as you say, and I am here because I was 'coldhearted', doesn't that mean that you are the same as I? Coldhearted?"
Patroclus didn't say anything. He was losing the argument. He couldn't help but look at her. Just one glimpse of her face had dissolved his anger. All of it.
"I'm sorry"
He looked up. She had been the first to apologize. 'Too convenient,' he thought. He stood up off the ground and smiled.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing, it should be me. I-"
"No, you had a reason to be angry. I did converse with Paris, but only to our benefit- to help us get out of here"
He smiled and stepped closer. Vara was relieved that the tension was gone.
"I couldn't have stayed angry with you," he said softly, smiling as he spoke.
"And why, may I ask, is that?" she asked smiling, thinking of his answer.
"Because you," he said stepping ever so close to her that she was sure he was going to do something she expected, "are my ticket out of here"
He had whispered the last part. Vara had let her smile fade. She had thought he was going to say something sweet, but he didn't. She didn't want to get close to him, yet she yearned for him to say something forward or sweet.
She looked away, off to the side, letting him see the profile of her face. Patroclus shuddered, struggling to hold back. He gulped and tried to keep his mind off the things he wanted. The things he could have if he played his cards right.
Vara looked back at him. His eyes were scanning the area above her head. She could see his eyes begin to move towards her again and tried to turn from his gaze. But she found herself staring into his eyes. Something was showing in them she could not specifically read. Vara swallowed and turned her head down and away to the right.
Patroclus smiled and leaned towards her, lightly pressing his lips against her left cheek. She almost jerked away, but stopped herself. She knew she shouldn't, but she liked it. She held her breath and let her eyes close. When he pulled back, she looked at him and smiled.
"What was that for?" she asked while trying to smile, evenly laughing.
He smiled back, looking into her eyes. His own eyes had some hidden message that Vera couldn't figure out just yet. She assumed they were saying something about how he was feeling and what he was thinking about.
"For at least including me in your plans of escaping. You could have just let me rot here, in this jail"
She smiled. "No, I couldn't"
"And why not?"
When Patroclus asked that question, he searched her eyes. She thought quickly for her answer.
"Because I just couldn't?"
"Is that all?"
Vara watched his eyes and they showed slight disappointment when she had answered.
"Yes."
"Do you wish he had killed me?"
Vara sighed and looked away towards the cell to the door, keeping her eyes off Patroclus. She tried to ignore the question and how she was reacting to him. She didn't want to like him, especially since liking him would prove her task a lot harder than previously calculated.
She stepped towards the door but when his hand slid around hers, she was pulled back. She stepped back in front of him and stared at him with a look of slight unbelief on her face. He didn't to disguise his face with something other than he was feeling.
He searched her eyes and her face for a sign of emotion and he found none. Vara swallowed and tried to read his expressions. He was thinking of something and she knew it. There was a heat to his eyes that made her want to blush.
She couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss. Patroclus was taken aback but smiled internally. He was surprised she was the first to do this. She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his chest, just below the edge of his hair falling over his shoulder. As she felt a hand slide around her slender waist, reality hit her.
'Shit!'
Vara pulled back in shock and stared at Patroclus, almost gasping. The look on his face reminded her of that of a crushed puppy dog. She could almost not even bear to look at him like that. She stepped towards the door, turning her back to him. She thought about his question.
"I don't have time to think about regrets"
She looked back at him. He had a look of hurt and confusion on his face.
"We're leaving," she said, "C'mon"
She stood at the door, waiting for him to leave the cell first. She tried to ignore the look on his face, telling herself to be tough. He nodded and stepped past her into the hallway. Vara took a deep breath and started behind him.
She knew that what she had done would make what she had to do harder. Even if she hadn't felt something, she would still have to face his feelings. Either way, she was not sure she could do it anymore. But she was sure of one thing she had to do.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- OOOHH! SUSPENSE! Vara has some secrets that may or may not be revealed... Now, I know most of you have been asking if you're ever going to find out about some of the introduced dialog and writing that posed interesting questions in your minds. They'll probably be revealed in later chapters. One of the hidden secrets involves poor Patroclus.
Another asked question: Achilles will be back into the story. I promise. And, also, I did mention a possible lemon, but that may happen later in eventual chapters. If you want it, you gotta review for it (.
Also another thing, school's starting up again so I may not have time to write more chapters. Savvy n sorry.
