A/N: Sorry I haven't updating in a little while. Been busy with a science test. Anyhow, the mystery man is NOT Cleon. I'm not sure if this is a Kel/Cleon or a Kel/Dante. I like the Marquess. Most likely a Kel/Dante.Even if you people are all Kel/Cleon shippers, read the fic. and R/R!
Rekindled
Chapter Six: Arguements
by: DarkDracon0
"Do you remember me, Keladry?" Dante asked, pleased that she was gaping at him.
So she thought he had been dead, too? What a pity.
"I-I-I.." Kel couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. Dante. Everyone had thought he was dead after the attack two weeks ago. She had mourned for him. She had fought and stayed strong for him. He was still as handsome and wicked as the night of the ball; when she had really talked to him. "I- We all thought you were dead." Kel managed to stammer. Dante smiled.
"Dead? Why would you think I was dead? After all, aren't I the dark Assassin that everybody fears and respects?"
" But the huge Scanran attack..."
" Yes, it was a large attack, sometthing I calculated that would never happen, but it did. I was severely injured and the Scanrans took me prisoner. They didn't know that I was an officer. I managed to escape."
Kel blinked. He had been alive this whole time. "Kel?" Dante regarded, worried. She had a blank look on her face, and that worried him. She looked up. " You bastard! How could you have gotten yourself captured!?"
Dante stared at her, amazed. " I was severely injured-"
" You damned ass! We all thought you were dead! But no, this whole time, you've been alive and well, and so bloody beautiful and arrogant and conceited as the day I met you!" Dante stared at Kel, very suddenly amused. She thought him beautiful? And arrogant and conceited? Kel expelled out a breath after her out burst. Why was the lout just looking at her, all amused? Why was he- Kel gasped, realising what she had just blurted out. She had called him beautiful and arrogant. Oh dear. " Do you really think that I'm beautiful?" Dante asked. Kel opened and closed her mouth. What had possesed her to say that?
" Well, yes, no- aargh!" Kel grunted, frustrated.
" Ah, so I am beautiful. Strange, I never used that word to describe myself." Kel only glared at him with malice.
" So, my dear, I hear that you have been promoted to Commander. Very impressive. With your own knight bodyguards and legion of men."
" Does the king know that you're alive and well?"
" Yes, he does. I had to pry him away from his lovely queen just long enough to tell him. He probably wanted to curse me to the Dark God's realm for dragging him away from Thayet."
" Too bad he didn't."
" I have just come back from an agonising torture place of the Scanrans and you already wish ill of me?"
" Mithros, you know me so well."
" Ah, I wish I did. I would have had you in my bed. Or shall I say, your bed?"
" Shut up! Ah... just be quiet." Dante grinned at her. Mithros, he hadn't smiled in a long time. Kel still fascinated him, as always. She would never cease to amuse him.
Kel looked longingly at the wooden practice sword hanging from a nearby rack, hearing it thwack at his bottom. Maybe if she could just quickly reach over... Dante must have seen the glint in her eyes, for he moved to stand between Kel and the sword rack. " You want to use one of those practice swords on me don't you?" Kel merely smiled at Dante innocently. Dante didn't trust her at the moment, nor believe that sweet innocent smile. " Are still my commander, Dante?"
" Maybe."
" I hope not."
" I hope so."
" I still don't want you warm my bed."
" Really? Maybe I could perhaps help make your nights pleasureable-"
" Be quiet. Since I'm probably your military superior, I order you to shut your trap."
" Oh, I beg to differ. But I still-"
" Damn you to hell and beyond if that's even possible!" Kel stomped out of the tent. Dante called after her," My dear lady, if you have an abusive lover that needs to be disposed of, I would be most happy to asist!" Kel grunted back and stamped out to find Captain Malcon to plan the next attack.
Rekindled
Chapter Six: Arguements
by: DarkDracon0
"Do you remember me, Keladry?" Dante asked, pleased that she was gaping at him.
So she thought he had been dead, too? What a pity.
"I-I-I.." Kel couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. Dante. Everyone had thought he was dead after the attack two weeks ago. She had mourned for him. She had fought and stayed strong for him. He was still as handsome and wicked as the night of the ball; when she had really talked to him. "I- We all thought you were dead." Kel managed to stammer. Dante smiled.
"Dead? Why would you think I was dead? After all, aren't I the dark Assassin that everybody fears and respects?"
" But the huge Scanran attack..."
" Yes, it was a large attack, sometthing I calculated that would never happen, but it did. I was severely injured and the Scanrans took me prisoner. They didn't know that I was an officer. I managed to escape."
Kel blinked. He had been alive this whole time. "Kel?" Dante regarded, worried. She had a blank look on her face, and that worried him. She looked up. " You bastard! How could you have gotten yourself captured!?"
Dante stared at her, amazed. " I was severely injured-"
" You damned ass! We all thought you were dead! But no, this whole time, you've been alive and well, and so bloody beautiful and arrogant and conceited as the day I met you!" Dante stared at Kel, very suddenly amused. She thought him beautiful? And arrogant and conceited? Kel expelled out a breath after her out burst. Why was the lout just looking at her, all amused? Why was he- Kel gasped, realising what she had just blurted out. She had called him beautiful and arrogant. Oh dear. " Do you really think that I'm beautiful?" Dante asked. Kel opened and closed her mouth. What had possesed her to say that?
" Well, yes, no- aargh!" Kel grunted, frustrated.
" Ah, so I am beautiful. Strange, I never used that word to describe myself." Kel only glared at him with malice.
" So, my dear, I hear that you have been promoted to Commander. Very impressive. With your own knight bodyguards and legion of men."
" Does the king know that you're alive and well?"
" Yes, he does. I had to pry him away from his lovely queen just long enough to tell him. He probably wanted to curse me to the Dark God's realm for dragging him away from Thayet."
" Too bad he didn't."
" I have just come back from an agonising torture place of the Scanrans and you already wish ill of me?"
" Mithros, you know me so well."
" Ah, I wish I did. I would have had you in my bed. Or shall I say, your bed?"
" Shut up! Ah... just be quiet." Dante grinned at her. Mithros, he hadn't smiled in a long time. Kel still fascinated him, as always. She would never cease to amuse him.
Kel looked longingly at the wooden practice sword hanging from a nearby rack, hearing it thwack at his bottom. Maybe if she could just quickly reach over... Dante must have seen the glint in her eyes, for he moved to stand between Kel and the sword rack. " You want to use one of those practice swords on me don't you?" Kel merely smiled at Dante innocently. Dante didn't trust her at the moment, nor believe that sweet innocent smile. " Are still my commander, Dante?"
" Maybe."
" I hope not."
" I hope so."
" I still don't want you warm my bed."
" Really? Maybe I could perhaps help make your nights pleasureable-"
" Be quiet. Since I'm probably your military superior, I order you to shut your trap."
" Oh, I beg to differ. But I still-"
" Damn you to hell and beyond if that's even possible!" Kel stomped out of the tent. Dante called after her," My dear lady, if you have an abusive lover that needs to be disposed of, I would be most happy to asist!" Kel grunted back and stamped out to find Captain Malcon to plan the next attack.