-Chapter 11- (The Old Kingdom - Riot of the Blood Kyo)
Marle's room, once the boards were removed from the entrance, revealed an intoxicating stench of blood and musky dust.
Lothair, Marle, Fal, Hana, and D stood in front of it's doorway, inspecting it away fron harm's reach. At the smell, D stiffened like a board. He tapped Lothair's shoulder.
"...Sir, I need to be away from this place immediately."
Lothair could smell it too, letting D know he understood.
"Aye, D. You can go. Marle and I 'll be in the main quarters in a moment."
D nodded. He walked off, whispering to his left hand.
Fal watched him.
"...He's an awfully strange fellow."
Lothair nodded. "He's got some secrets. Anyway, are you gonna' secure the perimeter, or what?"
Fal unsheathed the Fandango. "Hmph."
He beckoned Hana to follow him, she revealed her sword as well.
The air from inside the room hit them like a wall, it was not something easily accepted as oxygen...
Fal stepped across the untidy place. It was dark and familliar, but after a few minutes of searching, he deemed it safe. It was getting dark by then, so Lothair and Marle said goodnight and left.
Fal lit a candle and rested it on the bedtable.
Seeing this as an opportunity to get to know Fal, Hana walked over to him.
"So... What do we do now?" She asked him.
Fal shook his ginger head.
Hana sheathed her sword. "...You know, I'm not just some wench looking for someone to sleep with."
Fal put away his sword also. "I have no intention of suggesting anything of that sort."
Hana laughed. "That's not what I meant! I thought you suspected that I was trying to... Oh nevermind..." She put her hand to her head. "...But then again... There must have been some reason you wanted me here. Why?"
Fal sat on Marle's bed.
"...You are a respectable swords...woman. If I had a choice, I would have taken D... but unfortunately, all but you were buisy during the night."
"Oh, I see. It's just convienient that I'm here."
"I suppose you could say that."
Fal lay on Marle's bed.
Hana looked about. "...Where am I supposed to sleep?"
Fal opened one eye.
"...The floor seems fine."
Hana laughed in disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon!" She sat on the bedside. "That's not fair in the least bit!"
Fal turned over. "Suit yourself."
Hana stiffly led down on the small stretch of matress Fal left for her. She was soon frustrated at how uncomfortable she was, and it was also beginning to be quite cold.
She shivered and half-heartedly turned over.
"Fal...?" She whispered. "...Are you awake?"
Silence.
"...I guess not..." She thought.
Hana raised her hand over his waist. A man of his age must be warm...
She put her arm around him, and held herself against his back.
Warm, yes.
Hana pressed her ear against him. She could barely make out a muffled heartbeat.
Perhaps he was cold too.
Hana held him close, and tried her best to share body heat with him.
Marle's room, once the boards were removed from the entrance, revealed an intoxicating stench of blood and musky dust.
Lothair, Marle, Fal, Hana, and D stood in front of it's doorway, inspecting it away fron harm's reach. At the smell, D stiffened like a board. He tapped Lothair's shoulder.
"...Sir, I need to be away from this place immediately."
Lothair could smell it too, letting D know he understood.
"Aye, D. You can go. Marle and I 'll be in the main quarters in a moment."
D nodded. He walked off, whispering to his left hand.
Fal watched him.
"...He's an awfully strange fellow."
Lothair nodded. "He's got some secrets. Anyway, are you gonna' secure the perimeter, or what?"
Fal unsheathed the Fandango. "Hmph."
He beckoned Hana to follow him, she revealed her sword as well.
The air from inside the room hit them like a wall, it was not something easily accepted as oxygen...
Fal stepped across the untidy place. It was dark and familliar, but after a few minutes of searching, he deemed it safe. It was getting dark by then, so Lothair and Marle said goodnight and left.
Fal lit a candle and rested it on the bedtable.
Seeing this as an opportunity to get to know Fal, Hana walked over to him.
"So... What do we do now?" She asked him.
Fal shook his ginger head.
Hana sheathed her sword. "...You know, I'm not just some wench looking for someone to sleep with."
Fal put away his sword also. "I have no intention of suggesting anything of that sort."
Hana laughed. "That's not what I meant! I thought you suspected that I was trying to... Oh nevermind..." She put her hand to her head. "...But then again... There must have been some reason you wanted me here. Why?"
Fal sat on Marle's bed.
"...You are a respectable swords...woman. If I had a choice, I would have taken D... but unfortunately, all but you were buisy during the night."
"Oh, I see. It's just convienient that I'm here."
"I suppose you could say that."
Fal lay on Marle's bed.
Hana looked about. "...Where am I supposed to sleep?"
Fal opened one eye.
"...The floor seems fine."
Hana laughed in disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon!" She sat on the bedside. "That's not fair in the least bit!"
Fal turned over. "Suit yourself."
Hana stiffly led down on the small stretch of matress Fal left for her. She was soon frustrated at how uncomfortable she was, and it was also beginning to be quite cold.
She shivered and half-heartedly turned over.
"Fal...?" She whispered. "...Are you awake?"
Silence.
"...I guess not..." She thought.
Hana raised her hand over his waist. A man of his age must be warm...
She put her arm around him, and held herself against his back.
Warm, yes.
Hana pressed her ear against him. She could barely make out a muffled heartbeat.
Perhaps he was cold too.
Hana held him close, and tried her best to share body heat with him.