m: 'Figured You Out' belongs to Nickelback
shadow0015: Review 1
1. I guess that's a good name for it.
2. But of course.
3. I wouldn't put it past Nat to do something like that. Poor Seelamin.
4. Really? Because half the time I'm thinking 'Oh crap I'm gonna screw over the story.' Oh and don't worry about Seelamin. Tymo's suffered about ten times as much in that area and he still managed to have twins. But you do know how this story is gonna end, right? (wipes away tear)
Review 2
1. Not a clue, that's a good point though.
2. I've been trying to figure it out ever since that stupid BITCH Aerie (I hate her) got knocked up in the romance and she was pregnant for about 2 weeks.
3. Ditto.
4. Thank you.
Review 3
I never specified what type so…yeah, they were rapiers
2. I was cracking up just thinking about writing it. My family thinks I'm even crazier now.
3. Well, there are several explanations for that.
a) He realized that he would never be able to make it to the surface anyway.
b) He thought that Nat would use her magic to make him stay.
c) He didn't actually see Nat's bust (elbow length hair) he just wanted to stay to see if he got the opportunity to see it without her being pissed off at him.
d) It was a damn funny scene.
e) He's just weird.
f) It's some sort of a weird barbarian custom.
Chapter Six
Seelamin scowled and swung at the practice dummy. What the hell possessed me to do that!? She's probably incensed with me. I doubt she'll ever talk to me again.
The subject of his thoughts entered the room. "We need to talk." Nathyrra stated.
Seelamin nodded and put down his axe. "About what?"
"Don't be an imbecile. I wish to discuss what happened yesterday." she looked at him. "Now then, why did you slice off my shirt?"
"Err…"
"Seelamin."
"Do you promise not kick me in the groin again?"
"Yes."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time…"
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Nackor whistled as he walked through the halls. A low moan sounded from another room. Nackor ran over to the door and pulled it open.
Seelamin was spread out on the floor and appeared to be in great pain. Nackor stared at him. "What happened to you?"
He moaned and rolled over. "I tried to talk to Nathyrra about what happened. I made her promise not to hurt me but she kicked my ass."
"You should know by now that women's ethics are strictly situational."
"Well, to be fair she kept her promise in a strict sense. She didn't kick me in the groin, she just slapped me, screamed curses in drow, and cast a few spells."
"And you survived…" Nackor said with awed wonder.
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A few days later, Nathyrra and Seelamin sat at a table. Nathyrra had forgiven Seelamin so all was right between them…almost. Nathyrra looked over at him. Just the mere sight of him put butterflies in her stomach. What the hell is wrong with me!?
She was shaken out of her thoughts by Seelamin speaking. "So…you know that fight between the beholders was the first kill for some of the recruits."
"It was huh?"
Seelamin nodded. "It was." he smiled ruefully, "Reminds me a bit of my first kill."
"Oh?"
"I was fourteen years old. My father decided that it was time for me to participate in defending the clan against bandit raids. I remember fighting against a bandit. The bandit knocked the spear out of my hand so I punched him in the head, knocking him out. I turned around and…"
"What is it?"
Seelamin sighed. "Gargonis was fighting against a bandit as well. The bandit knocked him down. I let out a scream of rage and tackled the bandit. Without thinking I snapped his neck, killing him instantaneously." His fist clenched in anger. "I saved my brother's life that day…and how does he repay me!?"
"Seelamin, calm down."
"You're right. It's been years but it still hurts, you know?" He shook his head. "Enough about me, tell me about your first kill."
Nathyrra sighed. "In truth I'm not very proud of it…"
"And I'm not proud of my first kill, tell me anyway."
Nathyrra ran her fingers through her hair. "I was only a girl. A male slave had displeased me, I don't remember why. What I do remember is being so angry that I grabbed a knife off the table and plunged it into his neck." She took a deep breath. "Blood spilled from his neck in torrents, he let out a strangled gasp and his eyes rolled back in his head, proving he was dead." She looked at Seelamin, "Do you know what the most chilling thing would have to be about it?"
"Tell me."
"I enjoyed it. I enjoyed ending his life. I felt powerful, like I was invincible...and I liked it. Does this make me a cold-blooded killer?"
Seelamin reached over and took one of her hands in his larger ones. "You are far from a cold-blooded killer, Nathyrra." he assured her.
She smiled. "Thank you."
He pulled the ring off his finger. "I wanted to give you this. It…it belonged to my wife. I've been trying to find an opportunity to give it to you and this seems like the best time."
She pushed his hand away. "No, it belonged to Arayna. I couldn't…"
"I insist. It will make me glad to know that you wear it."
She smiled once more and took the ring. She place it on each of her fingers but it wouldn't fit. "Do you mind if I…"
"No, go ahead."
She whispered a spell. The ring shrank a bit and Nathyrra put it on her finger. She grinned and looked up at Seelamin. "Thank you."
He reached over and kissed her on the lips. "No, thank you." He said before getting up and leaving.
Nathyrra touched her lips. They were still tingling from the experience. I love him, she realized.
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Seelamin made his way through the halls. He forgot about the door and bumped his head on the doorway. He growled and rubbed his forehead. "Damnable drow doors." He muttered before ducking and continuing on his way. Nathyrra's face smiled at him in his mind. He mentally smiled as well. I understand her.
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
Ooooh
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress
And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out