Chapter 5
by Jamie
Marilin hastily shoved a sapphire blade into her belt, quickly accompanied by a vile of sour, yellow liquid and a velvet bag with a golden sash around it's neck
"My, my… we are on an impulsive streak aren't we?" came a smooth, mocking voice from behind her. Without glancing backwards, she twitched, subconsciously, towards her blade. A hand touched her shoulder gently.
"I love it when you're like this."
"Go away." she snapped shortly. The man laughed.
"Teven--" she moaned, turning around to meet his gaze, "don't you have anything better to do than follow me around?"
"Not really." He sighed, grinning. He brushed a finger down her cheek. She glared up at him.
"Please," Marilyn shot at him, turning back to the array of weapons and potions. Teven wrapped his hands around her waist gently. She ignored him and continued to rummage around in the pile of magical weaponry.
"Come ON, Marilyn." he said throwing his head back to clear the long strands of curled, golden locks from his face. His narrow glasses glinted in the fire light as it flickered on it's lonesome as his breath collided with it. He nuzzled her neck with a smile.
"Get off it." she murmured shrugging him off her shoulder. He groaned in protest and leaned forward on the table with is hands spread apart.
"Can't you play… just a little bit?--"
"God, do you ever think of anything else besides sex?" she said in aggravated manor. He shrugged, his golden hair falling over his shoulder in a cascade of sunlight. Marilyn rolled her eyes and chucked a knife forward, cutting the candle in half.