Hello people. I have decided to be nice and post this chapter at 77 instead
of 85. ::pats self on head:: yeah, I decided that if I'm nice, more people
will read. Thank you so much to all of my reviewers!
dreamerdoll: Just to reply to your question/threat, Dom loves her, he just doesn't realize it yet (males are /soooooo/ stupid). He is confused and in denial because he's never thought of her that way before: before she's only been a friend, a fellow fighter, a companion, and all of a sudden he has new feelings for her popping out all over the place...he doesn't understand (stupid git). I mean, he's had countless affairs with ladies of the court, but he's never really looked at fighting women before. Now he subconsciously loves one, and his world is flipped.
Thanks to all!
Disclaimer: Do I even /need/ to post one of these anymore??? I think I've proven the point quite well that I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!
With that said,
Chapter Nine: Inwardly Kicking Yourself
When Dom got up in the morning and dressed he was already unsettled by his dream. The suffering women, the cruel men, Kel. Kel...Kel...
He hit his head against a wall. Why couldn't he get that name off his mind? He had dreamed about her before...not like that or with romantic reasons, merely because his mind was being weird. He certainly didn't repeat her name continually in his mind after the dream where she had dyed her hair teal and brought a two llamas into the mess hall.
He hurried down to the mess. When he got there, he seated himself among his friends and tried to focus on his food. When Kel came in ten minutes after him and sat down beside him he blushed deeply and tried to look away.
The image of her falling backwards, dagger through her heart, flashed before his eyes, and he tried to stare only at his food.
His vision was covered again and he heard at the back of his mind himself desperately calling her name one last time. He scrunched his eyes together and tried to clean his mind of that dream.
Inside his head he saw the blood dripping through her tunic, and saw his own arm stretched before him, reaching out to her...
"Dom? Oh Doooo-ooom?" Dom looked up with a start. His friends were staring at him, some with worry written on their faces, some with expressions that clearly wondered if he had gone mad.
"What?" his comrades continued to stare at him so he blushed deeply. "Sorry...my mind wandered..."
"We couldn't tell," Neal commented dryly, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I was just asking if you would like to see what happens with sword vs. glaive...err...if you're not feeling well, I'll ask someone else..." Kel told him uncertainly, concern still etched clearly on her face.
She's worried about me, Dom realized, his stomach bubbling with excitement. He mentally kicked himself, Why does that matter? It's not like you /love/ her or anything.
"Oh...umm...I'm feeling fine...sure...thanks for asking...I'll meet you in half-an- hour...bye." Dom stuttered, then picked up his tray and carried it to the dishwashers.
His friends blinked in shock at his departure, then returned to their conversations.
Kel found Dom on the practice courts. In her left hand she held her practice glaive—she didn't want to use her real one just in case a glaive- wielder had much more advantage than she thought. She didn't want to accidentally kill the man she loved. Inwardly she smacked her forehead. She /didn't/ love him! He was just a crush...how could he specifically be the "man she loved" if he didn't even know she lov—(she inwardly hit herself again) liked him?
He was repeatedly hitting a dummy with his practice sword, and didn't see her walk in. She carefully went up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He jumped about a foot in the air and whirled around, raising his practice sword. Kel giggled. "It's just me, silly."
He grinned at her ruefully and lowered his practice weapon. At that smile, her stomach did what felt like a weird version of ballet. She felt her face growing warmer and prayed that she wasn't blushing, even though she knew she was.
She was wearing a pale green tunic. Dom realized that in his dream she had been wearing that exact same tunic, and his sight was blocked out as another vision flew through his head: a throwing dagger, in slow motion, tore through the fibers of the pale green fabric. He saw as each thread was frayed and popped, moving to the sides as the dagger plunged into her chest. Once more he heard his own frantic cry...
He snapped out of it to see her cheeks were pinker than usual...had he been staring at her tunic for longer than he had thought? He glanced away quickly, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Umm...would you like to start practicing now?" he suggested, not able to look her in the eyes in his embarrassment. She nodded once and went into the "ready" stance with her glaive.
Soon the two were sparring quickly, forgetting their blushes in the rush of adrenaline. Finally Kel held his blade off with hers and tripped him with her staff. He came down with a 'thump' and she pressed her weapon to his throat.
She smiled happily at her success. As far as she could see, the weapons were pretty much equal in advantages, so she had won fairly.
Although he was in an odd position, Dom felt his own belly flop around. She was smiling at him, and she had never looked more beautiful...
He once more inwardly kicked himself. Since when was Kel beautiful?
Since forever, the romantic part of his brain sighed.
Once more he kicked himself in his mind and was about to argue back to himself when he realized that he was still on the ground with Kel's glaive resting on his neck.
He grinned widely at her and announced, "I yield."
She removed the weapon from his throat and held out a hand for him to grab. He did so, and she pulled him up off of the ground.
His whole arm turned shivery at her touch. He was now standing next to her, he noticed, so he let go of her hand reluctantly.
A piece of her shimmering brown hair fell into her eyes, and he unconsciously reached past the distance between them to brush it away. Her beautiful hazel eyes widened. She was positively gorgeous, he realized. This time he didn't even argue with himself—it was a fact that was unquestionable.
As he pushed the strand of hair away, he felt her warm skin and without thought took a step closer. She gazed up into his eyes, and he lowered his lips the last inch to meet hers.
Hehe...I'm so evil...this /has/ to be the worst cliffie I've ever written...
Guess what? Cliffies can be used for motivational purposes—as in, you don't know what happens until you all review like good little people...that means 90 reviews! ::evil cackle:: yes, I know, I am /so/ cruel!
Fanta
dreamerdoll: Just to reply to your question/threat, Dom loves her, he just doesn't realize it yet (males are /soooooo/ stupid). He is confused and in denial because he's never thought of her that way before: before she's only been a friend, a fellow fighter, a companion, and all of a sudden he has new feelings for her popping out all over the place...he doesn't understand (stupid git). I mean, he's had countless affairs with ladies of the court, but he's never really looked at fighting women before. Now he subconsciously loves one, and his world is flipped.
Thanks to all!
Disclaimer: Do I even /need/ to post one of these anymore??? I think I've proven the point quite well that I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!
With that said,
Chapter Nine: Inwardly Kicking Yourself
When Dom got up in the morning and dressed he was already unsettled by his dream. The suffering women, the cruel men, Kel. Kel...Kel...
He hit his head against a wall. Why couldn't he get that name off his mind? He had dreamed about her before...not like that or with romantic reasons, merely because his mind was being weird. He certainly didn't repeat her name continually in his mind after the dream where she had dyed her hair teal and brought a two llamas into the mess hall.
He hurried down to the mess. When he got there, he seated himself among his friends and tried to focus on his food. When Kel came in ten minutes after him and sat down beside him he blushed deeply and tried to look away.
The image of her falling backwards, dagger through her heart, flashed before his eyes, and he tried to stare only at his food.
His vision was covered again and he heard at the back of his mind himself desperately calling her name one last time. He scrunched his eyes together and tried to clean his mind of that dream.
Inside his head he saw the blood dripping through her tunic, and saw his own arm stretched before him, reaching out to her...
"Dom? Oh Doooo-ooom?" Dom looked up with a start. His friends were staring at him, some with worry written on their faces, some with expressions that clearly wondered if he had gone mad.
"What?" his comrades continued to stare at him so he blushed deeply. "Sorry...my mind wandered..."
"We couldn't tell," Neal commented dryly, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I was just asking if you would like to see what happens with sword vs. glaive...err...if you're not feeling well, I'll ask someone else..." Kel told him uncertainly, concern still etched clearly on her face.
She's worried about me, Dom realized, his stomach bubbling with excitement. He mentally kicked himself, Why does that matter? It's not like you /love/ her or anything.
"Oh...umm...I'm feeling fine...sure...thanks for asking...I'll meet you in half-an- hour...bye." Dom stuttered, then picked up his tray and carried it to the dishwashers.
His friends blinked in shock at his departure, then returned to their conversations.
Kel found Dom on the practice courts. In her left hand she held her practice glaive—she didn't want to use her real one just in case a glaive- wielder had much more advantage than she thought. She didn't want to accidentally kill the man she loved. Inwardly she smacked her forehead. She /didn't/ love him! He was just a crush...how could he specifically be the "man she loved" if he didn't even know she lov—(she inwardly hit herself again) liked him?
He was repeatedly hitting a dummy with his practice sword, and didn't see her walk in. She carefully went up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He jumped about a foot in the air and whirled around, raising his practice sword. Kel giggled. "It's just me, silly."
He grinned at her ruefully and lowered his practice weapon. At that smile, her stomach did what felt like a weird version of ballet. She felt her face growing warmer and prayed that she wasn't blushing, even though she knew she was.
She was wearing a pale green tunic. Dom realized that in his dream she had been wearing that exact same tunic, and his sight was blocked out as another vision flew through his head: a throwing dagger, in slow motion, tore through the fibers of the pale green fabric. He saw as each thread was frayed and popped, moving to the sides as the dagger plunged into her chest. Once more he heard his own frantic cry...
He snapped out of it to see her cheeks were pinker than usual...had he been staring at her tunic for longer than he had thought? He glanced away quickly, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Umm...would you like to start practicing now?" he suggested, not able to look her in the eyes in his embarrassment. She nodded once and went into the "ready" stance with her glaive.
Soon the two were sparring quickly, forgetting their blushes in the rush of adrenaline. Finally Kel held his blade off with hers and tripped him with her staff. He came down with a 'thump' and she pressed her weapon to his throat.
She smiled happily at her success. As far as she could see, the weapons were pretty much equal in advantages, so she had won fairly.
Although he was in an odd position, Dom felt his own belly flop around. She was smiling at him, and she had never looked more beautiful...
He once more inwardly kicked himself. Since when was Kel beautiful?
Since forever, the romantic part of his brain sighed.
Once more he kicked himself in his mind and was about to argue back to himself when he realized that he was still on the ground with Kel's glaive resting on his neck.
He grinned widely at her and announced, "I yield."
She removed the weapon from his throat and held out a hand for him to grab. He did so, and she pulled him up off of the ground.
His whole arm turned shivery at her touch. He was now standing next to her, he noticed, so he let go of her hand reluctantly.
A piece of her shimmering brown hair fell into her eyes, and he unconsciously reached past the distance between them to brush it away. Her beautiful hazel eyes widened. She was positively gorgeous, he realized. This time he didn't even argue with himself—it was a fact that was unquestionable.
As he pushed the strand of hair away, he felt her warm skin and without thought took a step closer. She gazed up into his eyes, and he lowered his lips the last inch to meet hers.
Hehe...I'm so evil...this /has/ to be the worst cliffie I've ever written...
Guess what? Cliffies can be used for motivational purposes—as in, you don't know what happens until you all review like good little people...that means 90 reviews! ::evil cackle:: yes, I know, I am /so/ cruel!
Fanta
