Shanzira and Virion: S Support.

Written from Shanzira's point of view.

I'd slap that dandy son of a bitch in the face under different circumstances.

Shut up. I'm being a tsundere, tease me about it and the results will be ugly.

Urgh. Just let me... back up and start from the beginning.

Virion. That bastard, right? The fuckin' dandy who flirts with every damn woman he meets. I turned him down about a thousand times and yet I find myself waiting eagerly for the thousand-first time. Not to shoot him down, though.

Son of a bitch seems to have learned his lesson after a thousand tries, and he's being damn elusive. I've chased him halfway across the camp and this is the most intense fucking game of hide-and-seek ever. Ugh. I can't believe that's what this boils down to: One big game of hide and seek. It's so silly.

Gods. My future, hanging on the thread of a game. I can't help but laugh to myself. Surprised Nowi hasn't come up to tease me yet.

Wait there he is behind a tent I see his goddamn hair OH NO YOU DON'T!

OOF!

Son of a bitch is making me do this the hard way!

Okay. I just freaking pounced on him, pretty sure he's spitting out dirt. Me? Spitting out air; that took some doing. I've been running around camp, I'm out of breath! Huff, huff... Wow, look at all that grass. It's so green. Wait, a few blades of it got shoved up his nose– Ahahahaha!

"Ptoo! What is the meaning of this?! Milady, I thought you did not wish to see me again?" He's twisted his neck so he can see me. Hint: He faceplanted.

I adjust myself. Straighten my spine, put my legs on either side of him and fold my arms. Now there's practically no chance of him escaping. "Try asking before assuming. Gods, you run faster than I thought you could." I sound like Severa. I need to stop being tsundere, pronto. "Yes, I want to talk to you. No, you're not in trouble."

He doesn't have a whole lot of room to gesture or make faces, so I have to carefully pay attention to his eyebrows, arched in distress. "With your weight pressing me to the earth, it is very difficult to see that. Milady has an iron grip..."

Did he just call me fat? At least, it's pathetic that someone of my weight– I'm barely over a hundred pounds– is enough to pin him. "Yeah, well, you kept running. I had to stop you somehow. I'm not about to risk you running away, either; I know your history."

He closes his eyes; I didn't mean to burn him like that. "Then you know I had no choice?"

Sigh. "Yes. Doesn't change that your people won't brand you a coward, Duke Virion. Anyways, your history aside, I have a pretty damn important question to ask and I'd like to keep the conversation on topic."

"Then ask, my lady," he sighs. "Ask, and wound me no more with that sharp tongue of yours."

Well, shit, I am in trouble, aren't I? I've been lashing out and that's not exactly going to play to my advantage. "Sorry. I'm trying to get out of that habit. Pretty hard because of my damn pride..." Oh my gods, I wish it was easy to throw it away. "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to disarm my own bluntness."

"Ahem. Milady wished to ask a question." Yes, I know; I took you off topic for rhetorical reasons.

Okay where's that damn thing in my pocket. There. Okay. Got it. Wave the shiny thingy– okay it's a ring! Ugh!– I have it in front of him. "Will you marry me, Virion?" I'm a godsdamn writer I SHOULD NOT BE THIS RED! I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE LIFE EXPERIENCE THAT MOST PEOPLE DON'T! UGH!

Virion's eyes are sort of locked onto the bauble. "Never did I dream a woman would surprise me with that very question. What have I to say?"

"You could say yes." It took some self-restraint not to add 'you blithering idiot'. "Or no. Something to rescue me from this pit of nerves."

His eyes leave the ring and look to me. Wow, I never noticed how red they were. "Very well, then. Yes, I shall gladly marry you, Shanzira."

Oh my gods. I didn't fuck this up. I mean, the only reason there was doubt was because I've got a history of lashing out at him but it was still enough to make me worry... "Thank you. Finally..." I fall over, forward.

"Oof! Please! I would like to stand again, my lady! Please!"

Oh, fine. I'll roll over. I'm not getting up, though. I'm fuckin' tired... "Salut, ma cher." I close my eyes and feign sleep. Thank Naga that's over with.

Author's notes: I thought I'd posted this one before but it turns out I hadn't even written it. -shrug- Those of you who follow my tumblr will see I finally drew all the non-Dinrel dreamers. Who's your favorite? Mine's Nin! I had so much fun drawing her. And for those who don't follow my tumblr and haven't see it, here's the link: lambentlodestar. tumblr. com post/75455084416/the-non-dinrel-dreamers-done-in-iscribbles

But remove the spaces, of course.