AN: It's been 3 months since Lorkan and Celysel have gotten together, making it now 9 months since they have initially met. Those who know of Rohkan: I am guessing at his personality. Forgive me if it's wrong.
Love Has Its Reasons
Chapter Five
He didn't have time for this. He really didn't have time for this. Constant raids on Thunder Bluff and surrounding areas from the Alliance were making the Taurens nervous, especially for their young. Of course, they went to the Orcs and Thrall for assistance. Since alliances were good to keep and Thrall was no idiot, he decided to assist and if Orcs assisted, that meant Trolls would be assisting as well. Of course, that mean that since Lorkan was a rather powerful Troll and was very good with terrain and not getting caught, he was assigned to be a scout. Rohkan had also been assigned to scout duty, to see who was doing these raids, how powerful were they, and how many people Thrall needed to send out to deal with the menace. Scout work was usually only dangerous if you got caught. The paperwork on top of paperwork was what he wasn't looking forward to. Rohkan didn't seem too bothered by it, but then again, the Shadow Hunter never really showed much annoyance to anything. That wasn't really his problem though. His problem was the raven haired Troll Herbalist that was glaring daggers at his chest. Sersi was beautiful and talented as a Journeyman Herbalist. She was wanted by many males, but never seeming to be interested in any of them. When Lorkan first sought her out, she had looked at him as if he had lost his mind. After her initial shock, however, she immediately clung to him, and had it not been for his constant thoughts of Celysel, he probably would have slept with her. He had spent a month and a half away from home and around the area where Celysel had taken up residence, basically doing the things that new couples did. He had learned a lot about her in that time, and he had been a bit sad when had finally had to depart when the rumor mill went about those raids. Skillfully, but with some effort, Lorkan had managed to avoid Sersi and therefore, avoid any unwanted confrontations. He wasn't good with angry females, especially ones that could poison you. Sersi, however, refused to be ignored for any long period of time. She eventually found his location, and she was pissed when she came to speak to him.
She had actually gotten lucky, he was coming to his little home to pick up some supplies for him and Jork when she was sitting on his bed waiting patiently. Her long black hair was pulled back into a fine braid, and she had even went and put on some makeup. Her dark eyes were glittering with anger when he walked inside, obviously surprised to see her. Despite her anger, she did manage to dress herself in the slinkiest thing she could find, so she wasn't so mad that she didn't want to possibly do some rather nasty things with him. Unfortunately, he really wasn't in the mood for her anger or her flirting. His month and a half separation from Celysel after spending so much time with her was beginning to take its toll. Before, when he hadn't seen her in four months, he just couldn't stop thinking about how badly he wanted her. Now, he wanted her as badly as he had those four months, some for the same reasons, some not. She was beautiful and graceful and kind, and he was beginning to care about her a great deal. She had opinions about this entire war that didn't involve a one-sided view for once. She felt that Alliance and Horde needed to work out their differences, and that this separation was doing more harm overall than good. Lorkan was halfway temped to introduce her to Thrall and Jaina Proudmoore. They all agreed on so many things, which was evidenced when Jaina came to Thrall for assistance and instead ended up as his mate. Since the Orcs respected Jaina, it was tolerated and besides that, she didn't show herself often until after dark and normally with Thrall. While Thrall would probably allow Celysel to stay in Origimmar, the other Orcs did not know her, and since she had not earned respect, she would not be so welcomed. As soon as he thought that, he thought that again. Celysel…stay with him in Origimmar? He was getting a bit ahead of himself.
"Ya been avoidin' me." A somewhat sultry voice said, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Ah yes, Sersi. He had forgotten about her for a moment. She was sitting on his bed still, the afternoon light giving her raven hair a nice glow to it. Despite her rather sexy appearance, she was seething mad, it was practically oozing off of her. He knew it was because she was angry with him for avoiding her all this time. Sersi was a woman who got what she wanted, and when she was postponed on getting it, it tended to make her a tad bit angry and unstable.
At this very moment, he would have killed to have a strong shot of liquor. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this, not with everything on his plate, and not with him missing his woman either.
"Avoidin' ya?" Lorkan asked, feigning innocence. Not even a child would have believed it. He grinned widely at the Herbalist, walking over to the other side of the room where he began to remove his boots and armor. If he had to listen to her noise, he could at least be comfortable while doing it. "I ain't avoidin' ya. Been busy."
She scoffed at his statement, obviously not believing him "Ya been too busy ta talk ta me?" she asked, as if not talking to her was like not breathing air. He turned his back to her as he began to remove the rest of his armor, trying to hide his irritation. Beautiful or not, Sersi sometimes had this uncanny ability to really tick him off. "Ya had wan'ed ta talk plenty 'fo ya left mon." he heard her stand up from his bed and walk over towards him. When he turned around to say something, she pressed her body against his, her arms going around his shoulders and she tilted her head to nibble on one of his ears. That was a sensitive spot for him as Celysel happily discovered not too long after they became a couple. For some odd reason, the thought of another woman besides her doing that seemed…disgusting. Gently but firmly, Lorkan grabbed Sersi's arms and pulled her away from him. Her eyes widened in obvious surprise. Very few men have ever resisted her, at least, those who weren't mated anyway. Sersi put two and two together.
"Ya…" she took a step back, her eyes widening in disbelief "Ya be mated?" she asked, feeling that was the only logical explanation for him rejecting her advances. Lorkan wondered if she ever thought that maybe, just maybe there were some men who just weren't interested. Gauging her reaction that thought was probably doubtful. Celysel was not his mate, but they were together. Mates were the equilivent of humans getting married, only the term 'divorce' was rather foreign to them. While they did mess around looking for suitable mates, when they did mate, they mated for life. It was not something to take lightly as he had seen the younger generations do. Sersi wasn't young, but she tried to believe she was so, and her thoughts reflected that. To her, as long as her mate had a high standing and power, love didn't matter. It was one of the reasons why she had chosen Lorkan, and Rohkan had expressed that he didn't want her at all, not as a lover, and especially not as a mate. Sersi had given up on Rohkan after a few threats to turn her into a boar and shifted to Lorkan, who wasn't into magic at all. He wasn't sure why he had even bothered with her, she was shallow and greedy, but at the time, her personality had nothing to do with what he had wanted to do to her. He had, unfortunately, gotten himself into this mess.
"Lorkan?" came a voice from his doorway.
And then the Gods came down from their clouds and decided to cut him some slack. He thanked them all. Standing at his doorway was none other than Kaniar, a fellow Hunter like himself. She was a tad tall for normal females, and her light green skin contrasted sharply with her dark shoulder length red hair. Her tusks were small and dainty, which belied her muscular body from her occupation. She was wearing some rather strong leather armor, her two axes at her side. Kaniar was a beautiful Troll, and if it wasn't for the fact that she had a strong…personality, she probably would have had several males try to be her mate. She was quite suitable. On top of that, Kaniar was Lorkan's best friend and adoptive sister, they had grown up together and shared many of the same interests. It was for that reason that for a long time, many thought Kaniar would become mates with Lorkan, but they found that notion disgusting, they were siblings after all. At least, that's what they thought, they didn't exactly relay that exact message to everyone else. It was advantageous, as it was about to help Lorkan get out of this rather messy situation for a few months.
"Ey luv." Lorkan said softly, fully pushing Sersi away this time. He walked over to Kaniar whose onyx eyes had been looking at the pair. The female Hunter looked up at Lorkan with a mischievous look on her face before she smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "Did ya miss me?"
They didn't even have to say anything to each other anymore. All Lorkan had to do was speak to her as if they were lovers, and she knew what to do. He bent down and gave his sister a quick peck on the lips, wrapping his arms around her waist. If Celysel had been here, she would have slaughtered him before he would have been able to explain himself. Thankful that she wasn't here, he smiled warmly at Kaniar, playing the part. Perhaps in another world, Kaniar might have been the ideal woman for him, but Lorkan had always firmly thought that he and Kaniar were kindred spirits and he had never desired anything more with her than friendship. He was convinced though that she'd make some male very happy, or maybe even…
"Of course I missed ya." Kaniar said, snuggling up to him before looking at Sersi "Wutcha doin' 'ere Sersi?" the redhead wanted to know "Tryin' ta give my mate a hard time?"
Sersi's eyes grew as wide as saucers "…M…mate?" she asked, standing there with a shocked expression on her face. Given Kaniar's reputation, it was probably amazing that she even thought about having a mate, even if that mate was Lorkan. Sersi simply shook her head, as if she didn't believe it. "Kaniar is your mate?" she spat, as if the female hunter were completely beneath her, like a disgusting bug.
Lorkan's defenses went up. Sure, Kaniar was intimidating towards most males despite her beauty. Sure Kaniar could be a little ruthless and didn't tolerate weak males at all. But she was also a wonderful person, and when she cared for someone or something, she cared for it with all of her being. She had no real friends besides him and Redclaw, her raptor pet. She was excellent as a Hunter, better than most males. With Lorkan, they were unstoppable as a team. He wouldn't allow Sersi to insult his best friend like that. Growling softly at her, his arms tightened "Ya should git goin." Lorkan said darkly to Sersi. The Herbalist looked at Lorkan in disbelief for a moment, then her face twisted into a mask of hatred and envy. Lorkan was sure that it was more directed at Kaniar than himself. She was insulted that Kaniar had gotten to Lorkan before she could, and if Sersi had been a powerful foe, he may have told Kaniar to watch her back. The 'couple' watched as Sersi made a haughty exit, Kaniar snickering to herself before letting go of Lorkan, leaning back.
"I leave ya alone fer one day, and I'm havin' ta play ya girl." Kaniar said with a grin. He had already known he was going to get some heat from his sister, he had been prepared for it. "If ya jus' leave dose heffa's alone, I wouldn't hafeta watch ma back." She was joking, of course, but Lorkan felt a pang of guilt nonetheless. Kaniar didn't have a suitor problem, no one desired her because she was so rough. Lorkan, on the other hand, was the ideal male mate, plus he knew powerful people. Unfortunately, he had indulged himself too much when he was younger, and now he was paying for it. But damn, women could get so attached sometimes when all you wanted was some fun. They would know what they were getting into, but got attached anyway, looking surprised when he told him that he wasn't interested like that. Sometimes, he wished he had Kaniar's problem, even if he would rather see her happy and with a mate.
"Look, mon, Sersi been afta me fo' years." Lorkan protested "Indulge 'er once an' she tink we be mates."
A delicate red eyebrow shot up as she looked at him, shifting her weight to one hip as she regarded him. "Who fault be dat mon?"
"Mine…" he growled at her, walking over and sitting on his bed, putting a frustrated hand through his hair. Gods he missed Celysel. He made a mental note to see her after this scouting mission was over. After that, maybe he'd try and look for a mate for Kaniar. He actually had an idea in his mind about who he could try to hook her up with, since she did harbor feelings for him, but Kaniar was a tricky one, he needed to work his plans out carefully. To do that, he needed to be free from distractions. Speaking of distractions… "Ya come 'ere fo' sumting?" he finally asked, curious as to why Kaniar was even here. Like him, she was pretty busy so if she came here, it must be for something.
Her light expression dropped and suddenly she was all business as she straightened and crossed her arms. It was a natural stance she did, but many found it to be intimidating since she was so tall and could look menacing when she so desired. It had no effect on Lorkan. "I be goin' on de mission witchu." Kaniar said "I wanted ta come and tell ya, in case ya got any plans."
Lorkan shook his head "Naw, I ain't leadin, no plans fo' me. Rohkan gonna be leader, ya may wanna talk ta him." When Kaniar made a face that expressed her attitude on how she felt about his older brother leading, he laughed hardily "Wut? Dun like my bro? He be a good man y'know."
"He be a lecher, dat what he is." Kaniar said, obviously upset by this turn of news. "I ain't gonna talk ta him. You do it."
Rohkan had taken in Kaniar when she was about thirteen years old. She had been living on her own for almost four years, and had managed pretty decently for a kid. No one had wanted to take the overly violent girl with the crimson colored hair and piercing onyx eyes. Rohkan wasn't around too much when Lorkan had been a kid but one day he just appeared and told Lorkan they were going walking. Rohkan had been a Shadow Hunter for a few years at that point and Lorkan, knowing nothing about Shadow Hunters besides the fact that they were scary, followed his brother hesitantly. It was then that they found Kaniar, out in the wild. She had just killed a boar with a long arrowhead that she had fashioned into a knife. Lorkan had been scared of the wild girl with the messy hair and dirty face but his older brother, always calm and grinning in the face of danger, walked over slowly to the girl, bending down to face her but still giving her enough distance to not be afraid. With a wide grin on his face he had asked her how she had acquired the talent to fashion a blade with an arrowhead. Apparently her father had been a Hunter, and he had taught the little girl everything he knew should something ever happen. When he had finally pacified the girl enough to where she approached him, all Rohkan did was pat her on the head and said 'Welcome to da family mon.' Later, when Lorkan was a bit older, the Shadow Hunter had explained that he had known Kaniar was going to be out there that day. He had been given a vision, and while he hadn't understood everything about it, he knew that somehow, Kaniar was going to be important to their family. When Lorkan looked back on it, he realized just how correct his brother was, and he was grateful to have such a friend and sister. Over the years, however, Kaniar had acquired a distinct dislike for Rohkan and his skirt chasing. Lorkan knew Kaniar enough to know that Kaniar was extremely jealous, but since she refused to admit to herself that she was more than likely in love with his brother, she turned that jealousy into disdain and she completely stopped speaking to him, much to his brother's confusion. Kaniar had the tendency to become unpredictable sometimes if you didn't know her well.
"Dat lecher," Lorkan began, grinning at his sister "Be one of de most powerful Trolls around mon, dat why he be da leada and not me. I dun question orders, jus' follow dem."
"I could take'im." Kaniar said, shrugging. She obviously wasn't scared of Rohkan, but then again, she knew him better than the average person, and he'd never hurt her.
She left herself wide open, so he took the shot. "Bet ya could." He muttered, smirking at her. "Bet he'd like it." Actually, Lorkan knew his brother would like it. Rohkan had made it known more than once to him that he'd like nothing more than to get with Kaniar in more ways than one. It was almost hilarious at how those two were pretty much completely oblivious to each other's feelings, but Lorkan knew how that could be. He had suffered the same thing with Celysel.
A sharpening stone bounced off of Lorkan's head and he cried out as pain shot through his skull. His hands immediately flew to the growing bump, surprised at the fact that he wasn't bleeding. "Wha.." he began after the pain faded a way and his vision became less hazy. Murderous thoughts formed in his head directed at her. "Wat da 'ell yo problem mon!" he roared at her. She could be such a bitch sometimes!
"Quit cryin!" she snapped, growling at him "Be glad dat's all I did! Say it one mo' 'gin an' I'll skin ya and hang ya ta dry!"
She was itching for a fight, Lorkan knew it. He touched a sore spot and now she wanted to fight. Fine. "Well, ya didn't have ta throw shit at me!" his forehead was throbbing and he wanted pain and suffering as retribution. Damn her violent moods to hell! "Do I e'er throw shit at you!" he wanted to know.
"I told ya ta quit cryin!" Kaniar snapped. She let Lorkan grumble for a while before sighing, walking over to him and sitting down, putting an arm around his shoulders. He gave her a look that told her he was extremely displeased with her, but he knew that she'd just shrug it off, which she did, and smirk at him, which she did. Her hand went over the now tender and throbbing bump and with gentle fingers, she brushed against it lightly, clucking her tongue when he winced at the contact. She leaned to the side away from him, as if trying to get a better look. "Sorry I hit ya." She said after a few minutes. Instead of forgiving her, he shot her a rather nasty glare, to which she laughed at. "C'mon bro, you can't stay mad at me foreva." When no answer was forthcoming she sighed and flopped back on his bed, looking up at his ceiling and pulling her arms behind her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. He didn't say anything to her, mostly because his head still hurt and as long as it did he was going to be upset with her. It really had hurt, and he had been joking with her. She was violent sometimes but damn. Maybe she was more sensitive about the subject than he had previously believed.
"I can't stop tinkin' bout'im." Kaniar finally said after what seemed like hours of silence. He didn't say anything at first and the room became silent once again, the darkness now covering it in a seemingly warm blanket. Eventually he did look down at her, taking in her confused and troubled expression. She was being quiet serious about whatever she was talking about. He sighed. He had other times to be angry at her.
"Who?" he asked, biting the line she fed him. He already had a pretty good guess as to who it was, but playing dumb sometimes was a good thing. If he tried to act like he knew everything she wouldn't tell him any more, and so would be unable to help her.
"Rohkan." Her voice was almost a whisper.
He nodded, understanding. Before he and Celysel got together he couldn't stop thinking about her either, even though he didn't want to. Kaniar was afraid of certain emotions, love and affection were among two. Sure, she showed affection and love to him, but it wasn't the same. Love between a man and a woman was never the same as any other kind of love, so he understood that she was confused about her feelings, and because of that, she probably wasn't admitting anything to herself. He had done that as well, until he gave up on trying and got with Celysel. He felt that things were better now because of that. Kaniar knew of Celysel, and she was happy for him, even though his woman happened to be a Night Elf. Unlike a lot of other people, his sister didn't really discriminate between races. To her, the only two differences in people were that they were either male, or female. He felt the same way. So it was only natural for Kaniar to approve, despite the fact that she worried for his safety. Their relationship was dangerous due to the war, but she had offered her services should he ever have a need for them. Sometimes, he really did love his sister more than anything.
But now they were about to get into a topic that she didn't like discussing in length, and no matter what he would say, he knew there would be a small argument. So he sucked it up and decided to say it anyway "Kaniar…mebbe ya keep tinkin' bout'im coz…"
She didn't even let him finish "Don't." her voice was dark and he could hear her anger beginning to emerge from it. "I jus' wanted ta tell ya, I'm not lookin' fo' ya ta tell me again dat I got feelin's fo' dat…"
"A'ight." He shrugged "Den I won't. Dun bring it up no mo." He wasn't going to let her bring up subjects and then bite his head off when he went with it. "I'll be 'ere when ya need me." He decided to make that crystal clear. He'd help and be a brother, but only if she wanted it. If she didn't, then she didn't need to bring it up like she did.
She nodded "Ok, den. Sorry." She sat up and looked at him, smiling a bit "Tell me bout you and dat Celysel woman. Ya been keepin' contact?"
Lorkan shrugged "Hardly. It be hard tryin' ta find people ta take tings where I want dem ta go." He admitted. He hadn't really been able to send a letter to Celysel in a few weeks, but they were both under the understanding that it was probably going to be like this. Afterall, who in their right minds would want to write a letter to one that was on the other side of the playing field?
"I see. She got somebody she can trust?" Kaniar wanted to know.
He took that into consideration. Celysel had briefly written to him about a Dwarf Hunter who was a close friend of hers. This Dwarf knew about their relationship but he was trustworthy, and he had nothing to worry about. His name was Bari and he had been the one who had gotten the letter as far as he had. Obviously, Bari couldn't do it all the time, he had insisted that he needed a halfway marker, because he wasn't going to try his hand at Horde territory again. Lorkan had agreed with Celysel; someone who was willing to take such risks shouldn't be pressured to do any more. He did want to at least hear from Celysel again, so he nodded, deciding to let Kaniar help for once. "Yah. A Dwarf. He be da one who got de letter ta me. Why? Ya wanna help?" She nodded and he pulled her close to him in a loose hug "Thanks. How bout dis? I give ya da letta, you give it to da Dwarf halfway. Sound good?"
"Good ta me." Kaniar said, standing up and stretching. Out of the corner of her eye she looked over at Lorkan "Ima go now. Stop gettin' inta trouble wit da women." She warned playfully "I see ya tomorrow fo' da mission. Ya takin' Jork?" she asked, looking at him as she neared the door. "I wanna know if I need ta bring Redclaw."
"Nah." He answered. He didn't want his pet getting harmed in case something went wrong, even though Jork's sharp nose would do more good than harm "I leave 'im 'ere."
"A'ight. Take care." She moved his bead curtains out of the way to give herself a path before she stopped, turning her head towards him "Can I 'ave ma stone back?" she gave him a rather wide grin.
At first he stared at her as if she had grown a second head. When she continued to stare at him with that grin of hers he touched the bump on his head and growled when he winced. "'Ell naw ya can't have it. Git out! Git out!" he grabbed his boot from the side and threw it at her as she left his little home, laughing. "I hope Rohkan drives ya crazy." He muttered to himself.
Kaniar walked away from her brother's house, still a smile playing on her lips. Lorkan was so easy to tease sometimes, she couldn't help but to try and rile him up. He was the same way with her, so she was also assuming that he was probably that way with his woman Celysel, and if she was any kind of Night Elf Kaniar was familiar with, it was probably driving her insane. In any case, the Hunter female was in a rather decent mood considering. Kaniar had grown up in a Hunter family, her mother had been a Hunter and her father had been a Hunter. She had no siblings to speak of, but her family had remained close and a tight unit, her parents loving each other and her immensely. She missed that life, when she had been out with her father learning the basics of hunting. Her father had always told her she was a natural, and that she'd be a fine hunter. She wanted to have the closeness with a man that her mother had with her father, but that was unlikely to happen. When her parents had died she had initially blamed herself. If she had been stronger, she might have been able to save them from their brutal fate. Instead, they had saved her and in the process, gotten killed. On that day, Kaniar had sworn that she'd never ever allow herself to be that weak again. She lived out in the wild as the animals did, using her basic skills to hunt and fend for herself. It had taken three long years before someone had cared enough to take her and make her a part of their family because of course, no one wanted a child they couldn't manage.
Except Rohkan.
He was young himself, being only ten years her senior. Despite that, he took her in, gave her food and shelter, and told her she had a family. Her life of living on her own and hardship was over from that day forward, and she could only thank the man she disliked for it. She had immediately bonded with Lorkan and they ended up growing up together, hunting together, being closer than actual brothers and sisters really were. Even though she had this new family, old habits were difficult for her to break. She could no longer stand weak people, especially men. She enjoyed the hunt far more than probably any male did and she was absolutely ruthless in battle. Because she had lived in solitude for so long she had come to enjoy it, and disliked being around too many people at once. She was untrusting and distant to anyone and everyone around her, as the wild had taught her. She was taller than the average female and a bit more muscular, even though it didn't detract from her beauty. She had grown her hair out a bit in a small attempt to look more feminine but because of the reputation she had gained for herself, most men found her unattractive as a mate. Not only that, most men were intimidated by the fact that she was stronger than them, even some of the stronger warriors were wary of her. She was indeed no longer weak, but now she was so strong she drove men away.
Despite rumors, Kaniar did have desires. She had never been with another man sexually before, but that was because she wanted what her parents had. She wanted her potential mate to look at her with the love and adoration that her father had held for her mother. She wanted love and affection, not sex. She was pretty positive that sex was excellent, and she didn't really have to wait for her mate. It was uncommon, but Kaniar wasn't a very common girl. She wanted more than the average Troll female, and she wanted more than what most males were willing to give. But she did desire companionship, and she did desire a warm male by her bedside sometimes. She wanted to be touched, but she also wanted to be loved. She didn't see why those two had to be separate. Once, she had almost given herself to a male, but it had felt wrong, so she stopped it. She didn't regret her decision, but that only made her find for a suitable mate worse, as now not only was she vicious, but she was frigid and snobbish. He had been a suitable male, he was strong and not bad looking, his tusks were healthy. It wasn't that he wasn't good enough, it was just that when she had kissed him, it wasn't him in her mind at all; it was someone else. Someone else who was strong and handsome and everything she wanted, someone else who she had looked up to and admired. She felt that it wasn't right, even if the male didn't want a relationship with her, it still wasn't right. And ever since that night, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about that male with light blue skin and devious grin. That grin that always seemed to be hiding something, as if he knew something no one else knew. A few nights ago she had a disturbing dream when he had come to her, his voice as deep as the night and his gaze so intense it was as if he were burning right into her soul. He came to her bed and kissed her, touched her, made her feel as if she were the only thing in his world. He had made love to her so thoroughly that she had woken up screaming in ecstasy, her body shaking in her bed, mind dazed. She had never had such a dream, and it disturbed her to no end. It wasn't even the dream itself that had bothered her, even though it had felt so real. It was the person in the dream that had disturbed her.
Rohkan.
When she was a child, she had looked up to the Shadow Hunter. To her, he was her hero, even if she wasn't too keen on magic. When she became older and realized that he was a lecherous creature, her hero-worship immediately became scorn. She figured it was because she had looked at him as if he were like a father to her, and her father had only loved one woman. Lorkan had told her it was because she was jealous. That couldn't be true. She wasn't jealous; she never got jealous, especially not over a male. She felt a bit betrayed by his sleeping around, as if he had crushed her view of him. She became distant towards him, something that she knew confused him, but he didn't try to question her motives. He never treated her any differently, only that when she became of age, he began to flirt with her too, which disgusted her. Had he no shame? He had adopted her, they were practically blood.
Except they weren't and she didn't feel the same connection of blood that she felt with Lorkan. Lorkan actually felt like a brother to her, Rohkan felt like…something else. She couldn't put her finger on it, and the more she tried to think about it, the more frustrated and annoyed she became. This mission wasn't going to help things either. Now she had to be around him for days, possibly weeks, and she was sure she'd probably go insane and skin him alive if he tried hitting on her the way he did with other women. Lorkan had even picked up his bad habits for a time, but when he found Celysel, everything had been thankfully put to a screeching halt. Maybe she should try the same with Rohkan, maybe a woman would calm him down and tame him. No, she didn't like that idea afterall. In fact, she didn't really like the prospect of him being with any woman.
Cept you right?
What? No! Of course not! But even as she thought those words, her heart sped up and she began to feel warm. Ever since that dream it had been getting worse, and she knew desire when she felt it. She did desire Rohkan, but so did a lot of other women, it meant nothing. She would at least admit to herself that she did desire for that dream to become a reality, but it was lust, that was all. She had felt desire for men before, and she had not acted upon it. She was stronger than that.
But it's just gonna be you, Lorkan, an' Rohkan and Lorkan knows how ya been feelin' lately. Ya dun tink he not gonna put ya two together fo payback? He'd do it, he'd leave ya wit Rohkan fo' days, and you'd go insane.
She would. She didn't love him, she had no real emotional attachments to him, but she was a Troll, and by nature they were sexual creatures. All he would have to do is catch her vulnerable and she'd probably be his. She was strong, but Rohkan…was Rohkan. If he really wanted to, he'd be able to easily seduce her. She'd probably hate him for it after, but definitely not during if the rumors about his bed skills were true. She groaned aloud. These thoughts were becoming so annoying.
"Sumting wrong?" asked a calm, deep voice. She knew that voice. Her eyes quickly darted around her area. It was dark, everyone was in their homes or at the tavern, enjoying themselves. She had walked too far away from Lorkan's place to get him out for conversation, and her own place was too far to pretend that she hadn't heard and just walk inside and away. This always happened to her. Whenever she'd be alone and thinking about him, he'd just appear out of fucking no where, and it seriously irritated her to no end. In fact, she was seriously pissed off right now, and she wasn't in the mood for this.
Jus' go away Rohkan…
"I'm jus' on my way home." Kaniar said without turning to look at him. She knew he had walked over towards her, she could feel the heat of his body as he stood behind her, with that annoying grin on his lips that was always there, as if he knew something about her that he wasn't going to tell. She wanted to choke him. She wanted him to go away. She wanted to kiss him until he could think of nothing but her.
When had she become so weak?
His hand touched her shoulder and she jumped away from him as if he had burned her. His eyes widened in surprise when she stared at him with a wild glare, he looked genuinely confused. His arm dropped back to his side and he took a small but non-threatening step towards her, his eyes showing concern. "Wut be wrong Kan?" he asked her softly, stopping his next step when she stiffened as if about to run. Now he really looked confused. "Did I scare ya?"
"Of course not!" she snapped, suddenly defensive "I ain't scared of you,"
This remark earned her a chuckle as Rohkan shrugged "I be seein' dat mon. Why jumpy den, if ya ain't scared?"
"Nothing." She hissed at him, making him again take a step back in surprise. His features clearly showed that he had no clue what he had done to set her off, and while a part of her felt a bit guilty for being so rude to a man who had done everything for her, she couldn't help herself. "I jus' gettin' home, and no," she continued to add "I dun need no walk home." When he didn't say any more, she spun on her heel and walked off stiffly, willing her heart to stop. Why was she acting like this? He had never done anything to her to make her want to be that way. He had taken her in, given her a family to call her own, made sure she always had everything she ever needed, and she was repaying him by being cruel because he liked to do what every male Troll liked to do.
It's cuz ya be afraid. Her inner voice told her You be afraid of wut he can do to ya.
Her hand clutched her chest where her heart was. No, she wasn't afraid of him, she wasn't afraid of anything. It didn't make any sense. He couldn't do anything to her, no, he wouldn't do anything to her. Despite her attitude towards him, he still cared for her, he'd never hurt her, so there was no reason to be afraid.
Not all pain be physical. It already hurt dun it?
It did. She wasn't sure what it was that hurt, but it did.
