A/N: Hey, I got a few threats of being killed if I didn't continue, and yet
I'm still alive. What happened? Well, I had a mischevious brother
deleting files, plus computer hacking cousins, so I had hid all important
files behind plot ideas folder directories. I lost all of my fics, and
thought I had them no more. But I've found them, and they're on floppy, as
I don't have CDs to spare. And I'm gonna have fun this chap. Another
month has passed.
Chapter 17-Lonely
Tristan slammed his fist against the wall. His room was seeming more like a prison. Rory was training at every alert moment. The only time he saw her anymore was when she was eating, and Clias was working to take that time from him, too. She never wakened at the same time, and allowed to rest at the same either. He knew that was what Clias wanted, but Rory wasn't fighting him anymore, either. Did she really think she'd be forced to kill him? Did she think her new personality would let her? What was wrong with him? Why had Kat ever brought them here?
Tristan leaned back, his eyes clenched closed. "Dammit!" he screamed.
In the room next to him, Rory jumped. What was that for? She wondered. She all of a sudden thought of Clias' head on a platter and smiled. She shook the thought from her head. Tris needs me, and she finally pushed her luck in opening the door after being sent in.
Creeping down the hallway silently, almost without effort now, she stole into Tristan's room. He sat against the wall on the floor, an angry glower on his face, his fists still curled into fists.
Rory sat next to him, and placed her head on his chest. "What's wrong, Tris?"
Tris forced himself not to jump. He smiled at the very unexpected visit. "I've been missing my girl, and it seems like I have no control over when I get to see you anymore." He stroked her hair, never minding the sweat or dust, just enjoying his angel wrapped up in his arms. With a frown, he realized he hadn't done that yet.
As Tristan wrapped his arms around her, Rory smiled, and kissed the collar of his shirt. "I know, Tristan. But someone said something to me at breakfast a week or so ago, and it has me hopeful."
Tristan dared to hope it was something good. Carefully he lifted her up, and resituated himself so she was sitting in his lap, still in his arms, still leaning her head and arm against his chest. "Oh? Tell me about it."
His voice was so childishly excited, and Rory smiled at it. As Tristan put his best puppy dog face on, she laughed. "Ok ok! I'll tell you. But don't get hopeful. I don't know what her task is."
Tristan didn't ask questions, just waited for her to begin.
~|~
As Rory ran down the stairs, tying her hair with a leather thong in the fashion she'd had her hair up when she'd first arrived, she noted that Clias was not yet in the room. Even more surprising, a new woman was.
Rory slowed, walking down with her hands at her sides, and greeted the lady with the formal bow Clias had taught her. "Hello, I am Lorelai Gilmore. It is nice to meet you." She still stubbornly used the name she was used to all her life. She would NOT give it up, not for anything Clias offered. Her heart panged. Maybe, if she could see Tristan again, feel his fingers in her hair-she shook the thought away. Even Clias wasn't fool enough to offer something Rory would kill for, that she had no intention of giving.
The woman returned the bow. "I am Koriya LoTanya. It is nice to see you in person, your highness." Rory's eyes widened, but she said nothing. "I have something to tell you child. Something that will make Clias' long training much easier to bear."
Rory sat down, smiling again. "All my friends call me Rory. Please, I'd like you to call me that."
Koriya paled. "Child, you do not know what I am. I am a Confessor. A Confessor has no friends. That is an honor, I do not deserve, my lady."
Rory continued smiling, though inside she was a little mad about her title get in the way of friendships. "Please, Koriya. I wish to be your friend, and I would be disappointed if you did not call me Rory. Lorelai is what everyone calls my mom."
Koriya smiled, and straightened her black dress, smiling. "As you wish." Her eyes seemed to turn mischevious. "As I said, I have something that will make both you and your 'Boy Friend' very happy."
Rory nearly laughed at the strange way Koriya said the name, but just smiled. One must be careful if one is to get good news. And Rory needed good news. Going a week without Tristan had nearly killed her.
Koriya swept her cloak aside, to reveal a small list, which she retracted, and placed in front of Rory.
Training
First stage: Clias Second stage: Koriya Third stage: Milchemah
Rory's breath caught. Her eyes widened. Her entire body froze She swallowed, and asked breathlessly, "When am I done with Clias, Koriya?"
Koriya smiled. "You were done a week ago. She's just waiting for you to figure out how to rule a nieninian."
Rory blinked. Memo to self: first act as queen, rename planet.
Koriya smiled, and swept out the back door as Clias appeared, glowering.
Rory smiled. "I think she's getting impatient."
Clias looked ready to slap her. The woman stopped, her fists clenching and unclenching, forcing herself to breathe slower, her eyes closed. In a moment, a smile graced her face, her syrupy voice back. "Well, let's work even harder to reach the third stage, all right, Lorelai?"
~|~
In a perfectly calm voice, Rory concluded with, "I was ready to slap her."
Tristan burst out laughing, hugging Rory against him. He pulled back enough to look at her perfectly calm face, which was starting to smile, and hugged her again. "You are the most amazing girl I've ever dated."
Rory smiled. "I'm glad I'm the best!"
Tristan turned her, and kissed her passionately. He pushed the hair away from her face. "You're even better than that, Ror."
Rory blushed, but made up for it by returning the kiss. Her lips opening for him, she smiled coyly. "It's been a while, so let's play."
Tristan raised an eyebrow, but decided to see where this makeout session went before questioning it.
A/N: aw, isn't it awful the way I leave you thinking I'll actually get descriptive? Well, at the moment, my prime teacher is MIA, so I must wait for her return for lessons to resume. Anyway, thought you'd like a nice sap chapter before we deal with Clias again, trying to kill our beloved Tristan. Any ideas on more sap situations, let me know, and I'll work them in. I'm not publishing, thus, I can accept your ideas. ~_^
Chapter 17-Lonely
Tristan slammed his fist against the wall. His room was seeming more like a prison. Rory was training at every alert moment. The only time he saw her anymore was when she was eating, and Clias was working to take that time from him, too. She never wakened at the same time, and allowed to rest at the same either. He knew that was what Clias wanted, but Rory wasn't fighting him anymore, either. Did she really think she'd be forced to kill him? Did she think her new personality would let her? What was wrong with him? Why had Kat ever brought them here?
Tristan leaned back, his eyes clenched closed. "Dammit!" he screamed.
In the room next to him, Rory jumped. What was that for? She wondered. She all of a sudden thought of Clias' head on a platter and smiled. She shook the thought from her head. Tris needs me, and she finally pushed her luck in opening the door after being sent in.
Creeping down the hallway silently, almost without effort now, she stole into Tristan's room. He sat against the wall on the floor, an angry glower on his face, his fists still curled into fists.
Rory sat next to him, and placed her head on his chest. "What's wrong, Tris?"
Tris forced himself not to jump. He smiled at the very unexpected visit. "I've been missing my girl, and it seems like I have no control over when I get to see you anymore." He stroked her hair, never minding the sweat or dust, just enjoying his angel wrapped up in his arms. With a frown, he realized he hadn't done that yet.
As Tristan wrapped his arms around her, Rory smiled, and kissed the collar of his shirt. "I know, Tristan. But someone said something to me at breakfast a week or so ago, and it has me hopeful."
Tristan dared to hope it was something good. Carefully he lifted her up, and resituated himself so she was sitting in his lap, still in his arms, still leaning her head and arm against his chest. "Oh? Tell me about it."
His voice was so childishly excited, and Rory smiled at it. As Tristan put his best puppy dog face on, she laughed. "Ok ok! I'll tell you. But don't get hopeful. I don't know what her task is."
Tristan didn't ask questions, just waited for her to begin.
~|~
As Rory ran down the stairs, tying her hair with a leather thong in the fashion she'd had her hair up when she'd first arrived, she noted that Clias was not yet in the room. Even more surprising, a new woman was.
Rory slowed, walking down with her hands at her sides, and greeted the lady with the formal bow Clias had taught her. "Hello, I am Lorelai Gilmore. It is nice to meet you." She still stubbornly used the name she was used to all her life. She would NOT give it up, not for anything Clias offered. Her heart panged. Maybe, if she could see Tristan again, feel his fingers in her hair-she shook the thought away. Even Clias wasn't fool enough to offer something Rory would kill for, that she had no intention of giving.
The woman returned the bow. "I am Koriya LoTanya. It is nice to see you in person, your highness." Rory's eyes widened, but she said nothing. "I have something to tell you child. Something that will make Clias' long training much easier to bear."
Rory sat down, smiling again. "All my friends call me Rory. Please, I'd like you to call me that."
Koriya paled. "Child, you do not know what I am. I am a Confessor. A Confessor has no friends. That is an honor, I do not deserve, my lady."
Rory continued smiling, though inside she was a little mad about her title get in the way of friendships. "Please, Koriya. I wish to be your friend, and I would be disappointed if you did not call me Rory. Lorelai is what everyone calls my mom."
Koriya smiled, and straightened her black dress, smiling. "As you wish." Her eyes seemed to turn mischevious. "As I said, I have something that will make both you and your 'Boy Friend' very happy."
Rory nearly laughed at the strange way Koriya said the name, but just smiled. One must be careful if one is to get good news. And Rory needed good news. Going a week without Tristan had nearly killed her.
Koriya swept her cloak aside, to reveal a small list, which she retracted, and placed in front of Rory.
Training
First stage: Clias Second stage: Koriya Third stage: Milchemah
Rory's breath caught. Her eyes widened. Her entire body froze She swallowed, and asked breathlessly, "When am I done with Clias, Koriya?"
Koriya smiled. "You were done a week ago. She's just waiting for you to figure out how to rule a nieninian."
Rory blinked. Memo to self: first act as queen, rename planet.
Koriya smiled, and swept out the back door as Clias appeared, glowering.
Rory smiled. "I think she's getting impatient."
Clias looked ready to slap her. The woman stopped, her fists clenching and unclenching, forcing herself to breathe slower, her eyes closed. In a moment, a smile graced her face, her syrupy voice back. "Well, let's work even harder to reach the third stage, all right, Lorelai?"
~|~
In a perfectly calm voice, Rory concluded with, "I was ready to slap her."
Tristan burst out laughing, hugging Rory against him. He pulled back enough to look at her perfectly calm face, which was starting to smile, and hugged her again. "You are the most amazing girl I've ever dated."
Rory smiled. "I'm glad I'm the best!"
Tristan turned her, and kissed her passionately. He pushed the hair away from her face. "You're even better than that, Ror."
Rory blushed, but made up for it by returning the kiss. Her lips opening for him, she smiled coyly. "It's been a while, so let's play."
Tristan raised an eyebrow, but decided to see where this makeout session went before questioning it.
A/N: aw, isn't it awful the way I leave you thinking I'll actually get descriptive? Well, at the moment, my prime teacher is MIA, so I must wait for her return for lessons to resume. Anyway, thought you'd like a nice sap chapter before we deal with Clias again, trying to kill our beloved Tristan. Any ideas on more sap situations, let me know, and I'll work them in. I'm not publishing, thus, I can accept your ideas. ~_^