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Discussion in 'Pandora Town' started by Sauron, Jun 16, 2018.

  1. Sauron

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    June 1st, year 7
    @Jaesa Willsaam

    There was a certain poetry to it. Three months ago, he had done something so near to this, all in a test of the girl's abilities, all to put her in position to meet the double this realm had been so kind as to gift her with. She'd been afraid then, and had he approached her himself, his only options would have been to crush her -- such a waste, knowing what she could do for him, what she had been for him, what she could be again -- or to convince her. How easy it had been. He'd only shown her what she'd needed to see, and from there, her feelings, her opinions, they had been his to mold.

    Mortals had always been so of course, and yet it never ceased to amuse.

    It was all really just a matter of giving her what she wanted. And that he could readily provide. The day to day lie in this world bored her, he'd seen that all of those months ago. She needed a fight. The thread of death standing before her. The adrenaline coursing through her veins. The sight of the life draining from her opponents eyes. Freedom from the guilt she knew she was meant to feel.

    The troll was a newcomer and had no idea what it was about to encounter. That made things easier for him, less cowering and begging involved in what it knew was ultimately a death sentence, and even better, it would put up a more eager fight. He'd found it the beast was standing outside a bar in Blackhaven, over the corpses of the bouncers that had attempted to throw it out.

    It had not taken him much to convince the beast to ambush the girl as she left work that day. Now all there was left to do was wait, and watch.
     
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    Despite her line of work, not every day on the job was an interesting one. There were reports to be made, meetings to attend, group training to undergo. There were many days when she wasn't sent on a mission at all, even now that she'd reintegrated back into the squad after the... incident. Today had been one of those days, spent training and writing out reports, and then giving them to the Chief. She didn't even have her partner to break up the monotony any more, because Ben was no longer a squad member or her partner. Now he was her Chief. She tried not to bitter about it, tried not to consider it blatant nepotism at its finest, but... it was difficult.

    Resigning herself to an evening spent alone with meditation, a movie, and the annoying obsequiousness of her droid, Jaesa was all but delighted when her walk home was abruptly disturbed by a huge form leaping out of the shadows of an alleyway at her, swinging some kind of crude weapon that appeared to be a splintered hunk of wood with crooked nails poking out of it. Its swing was so close that she only just managed to avoid by nimbly jumping over the weapon, using the Force to get her to heights no normal person should have managed.

    In less than a second, her lightsaber was in her hand, twin blades igniting, golden light making shadows dance and quiver against the walls and the creature in front of her. It was an ugly thing, definitely not human by any means and by the look of it barely even sentient. Certainly not intelligent, and there was already blood on its hands as though it had killed already tonight. Not the kind of thing Jaesa would feel any obligation to keep alive.

    With that decision in her mind, she threw everything she had at it. She had to, just due to the sheer size of the creature. Her lightsaber kept it at bay, mostly, dual blades spinning so fast that she seemed to confuse the beast as it tried and failed to keep track of the two glowing lights that bit and burned at its thick hide, sizzling with every hit and leaving behind the smell of charred flesh.

    Although she chipped away at it, jumping and dancing and darting this way and that to keep space and lightsaber between her and it - and the crude chunk of wood in its fist - she didn't seem to be doing much real damage, not enough to slow it down. Even when she used the Force to throw it backwards so hard that the wall cracked and chunks of brick rained down upon its head and shoulders it didn't seem to do more than wind it and cause a few cuts to blossom against its scalp.

    Growling in frustration, dancing backwards away from it, Jaesa felt herself get more and more irritated with the thing, and the more irritated she felt, the more excited she felt, and the more energised she felt, that energy crackling along the hairs of her skin until she thrust her hand forward, a stream of lightning surging out from her fingers, jumping the distance between her and the beast, engulfing it in dancing, flickering light and heat and pain.

    The agony that laced the beast's bellowing was something that she remembered being so sweet, something she still liked to hear when there was no accompanying guilt. Chest heaving, she kept the surge of lightning going, the creature spasming in the grip of the shocks. But then, pulling itself together, it managed to force itself forward, barrelling towards her, swinging its weapon. This time she didn't move fast enough, the chunk of wood catching against her shoulder, crooked nails tearing open a gash in her skin right against the knotted scars she still had from the torture she had undergone two years earlier in her former Master's cells.

    Cursing, Jaesa was driven backwards, lightsaber falling from her hand as the creature rammed right into her, sending a spear of pain through the wound at her shoulder. She fell, but managed to use the Force to throw the creature backwards before it could fall onto her. That would have been dangerous, Force or no. A second later, and her saberstaff flew up from the ground back into her outstretched hand as she got back to her feet.

    Using the Force to hold the beast in place, she growled, and threw her lightsaber as though it were a boomerang, the activation mechanism kept pressed down through the Force. The twin blades spun rapidly through the air like a horizontal propellor, straight through the beast's neck. As the head fell to the floor, the lightsaber turned in the air and returned to her hand. She deactivated the blades as she stared down at the headless corpse, body tingling with adrenaline that swallowed the pain from her wound.

    Although she could feel the blood seeping below her shirt, she didn't even look at it as she returned the lightsaber to her belt, and left the alley.


     
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  3. Sauron

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    She was merciless. The roaring bellow of the troll under the initial shock the girl sent through it rang echoing against the walls of the alleyway, and in Jaesa's eyes there was a light there that he recognized. Not merely from that first attack, with the wargs three months ago, no,rather it was because he knew that elation, that feeling of power over another so well himself. To see it brought so clearly to the surface int eh girl, to see it all unfolding so perfectly before him? He could not help the sharp thrll that sparked through his spirit at the sight of it.

    Their battle raged on, the beast's shear size granting it some bull-headed immunity from the lightning the girl was sending through it's body. It swung it's make-shift club at her wildly, even managing to hit her a few times, bent nails clawing into her shoulder. Even with it's advantage in size however, it was still no match for her.

    It's head dropped to the earth, rolling across the ground, a few feet away from it's Fallen corpse. From where she had thrown her saber at the beast, like a spinning wheel of burning light and sound, she summoned it back to her hand. Sauron watched her walk away from the alley, waiting, giving it a few mor moments, before leaving the ally himself and moving off in the opposite direcion.

    He took form again, moving to intercept Jaesa's path. When he came near enough to see her once more, his eyes widened, and he froze in his spot for a moment, eyes catching on the growing stain of red seeping across her shirt. "Ai, Eru!" The words seemed to escape him all at once, as he ran up to her. "Jaesa?! What happened?"
     
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    Each heavy breath she drew in burned the wound at her shoulder, but for now, she ignored it, simply trying to catch her breath and tamp down on some of that energising adrenaline that made her actually regret having killed the beast so quickly. It was the kind of feeling that tingled through her limbs, made her move as though she were on edge, waiting for the next fight to come her way.

    Although she heard footsteps and someone's voice, it wasn't another fight, and she ignored that small sense of disappointment. She flexed her hands in and out of fists, rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen herself up and only succeeding in making the wound hurt and bleed more. Already she could feel the warmth of her blood across half of her shirt.

    Looking up to see Mairon, surprise at his sudden appearance in this random part of town for a moment unconcealed on her face, run up to her with concern and shock painted all over his face as he stared at the patch of blood on her shirt, she finally slipped a hand beneath the fabric to check. She felt torn flesh, though it didn't seem too bad. Not quite as deep as the stain on her shirt would imply. Nothing that would be difficult to treat, once she got back to her ship.

    "Something tried to kill me," she told him, in a reassuring voice that was somewhat marred by the almost excitedly breathless quality. She pulled her hand free from beneath her shirt, wiping her blood unconcernedly on her trousers. "It's dead."


     
  5. Sauron

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    "Something tried to kill me," If she was attempting to sound reassuring she was doing a rather poor Jo at it. Sauron just stared back at her for a moment, blinking as she wiped her bloodied hand across her pants. "Big thing?" He asked, "Rather unpleasant face, carried a broken table leg with it?" He shook his head, letting out a low curse. "I followed it from where it had killed several others."

    His presence here would need some explanation after all --he'd seen the surprise on her face-- and if it was rooted in the truth, all the better then. He'd never said anything about his motives for following the creature, after all. She could decide those for herself.

    His eyes lingered on her wound again, a sharp click escaping the corner of his lips. "You need to be seen to." He finally said, "Come, I've said it before, I am no healer, but I am clever and have some skill in mending..."
     
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    She glanced up at him when he described the creature, for a moment sharply curious about how exactly he knew about it and had popped up right after she'd killed it, but he continued, explaining that he'd been following it. Her suspicion that it had already killed was confirmed, and if there had been any slight feeling of faint guilt at how easily she had slaughtered the thing, it was dashed with that confirmation.

    "Well, it won't be killing anyone else," she said, with a shrug. She took a deep breath, still trying to slow her breathing back to a normal pace. Her heart was racing against her chest, a rapid rhythm that seemed to call out for more. More excitement, more violence, more challenge. It was the kind of feeling that you only got when you fought against something that you know would kill you if you made a misstep. It was a feeling she never could get enough of.

    She waved off his concern over her wound - with the opposite hand - before brushing back her dark hair from where the warm evening breeze shifting it across her eye. "I was just going to head back to my ship. I have a first aid kit there." But, of course, she wasn't very far from work. Which meant that she had over half of the entire city to walk across while injured before she reached her ship.


     
  7. Sauron

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    "Correct me if I am wrong, but I was under the impression that there was a certain amount of blood that mortals tend to need to keep on the inside in order to survive?" He knew how far they were from her ship, that walking across the city would be less than desireable especially in her current state.

    Reaching behind her he place a firm, yet gentle hand at the small of her back, as though to guide her along, "Come," His tone was the same one he had used in Aulë's forges so many years ago, one of his best Maiar and the leader in so many projects. Not harsh, not quite commanding, and yet still one that would broker no argument. It was the tome of one assured in their correctness, whatever anyone else may say. "I have a place near here, and I can get you fully healed far sooner than anything you may do."
     
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    Jaesa couldn't help her sigh at his comment. She knew that he was right. The wound wasn't life-threatening at all, but if she walked across half the city without at least having had the blood staunched, then not even her stubbornness would keep her from trouble. And although the hospital was nearby, well... She felt like going there for something like this was a waste of everyone's time. There were people who needed medical attention far more urgently, after all.

    Before she could even say yes or no to his offer, there was a hand at her back, and resignedly, she allowed him to steer her along in the direction of wherever he intended for them to go. There was no point refusing for the sake of appearing independent. The sooner the wound was looked at, the sooner she could forget about it.

    "You've settled down then, I see," she remarked, glancing sideways at him as she walked along with him. After a moment, her hand slipped back beneath her shirt again, pressing firmly against the cut. It wasn't yet stopping its bleeding, after all. She hissed a little at the pressure. "I'm sure I remember you pointing out how you don't need anywhere to eat or sleep last time I asked if you had anywhere to stay."


     
  9. Sauron

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    He managed to look somewhat sheepish, glancing off to the side of the road, as though suddenly very much taken up with the idea of finding his building as they walked along. He gave a short grunt, glancing at her from the corner of his eye for the moment. He gave a soft grunt, and at first that was his only response. Thought herself clever, did she? "Perhaps so." he admitted, "I have found that a place to keep one's things in order tends to be of use, however..."

    The hotel room was his in truth, however. Or rather, it belonged to the other version, who, between his trips to horizon, Morhall and back had discovered much the same thing. A base of operations was nessicary. It had not been difficult, wearing the same face, to get a duplicate key made, and with his other self apparently gone now (and he had looked, keeping tabs on the double's doings since his arrival) There was no worry of intrusion.

    As soon as he saw the building he guided Jaesa towards it, up the stairway, the through the door as slid the key into the lock. As they walked through the door, he gestured towards the bed. "Sit."
     
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    It made sense, she supposed. Just because he didn't need to eat or sleep didn't mean he had no belongings. She'd seen plenty of the kinds of things he - or rather, his previous self - had had in his little forge and house in Misty Hollow. She just couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to choose Pandora Town as his place to set up base. He didn't work in the only smithy in town; Perrin would have mentioned that already.

    So if not the smithy, what was there to keep him here? She thought about how often he had been to visit her of late, and her gaze when she glanced back at him was curious and considering. There must have been something else.

    The hotel wasn't far, so she was hardly in a worse state when he showed her into his room. She moved over to the bed, though before she sat down, she leaned forward across the desk against the wall to look in the mirror, pulling down and aside the neckline of her shirt. The wound was a mess, but nothing big. She had dealt with far worse.

    Far worse inflicted by the very same face as the man in the room with her.

    Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, she kept the neckline of the shirt pulled down so he could look at the wound. As she sat, she fidgeted, fingers of her other hand drumming against her thigh, heels bobbing up and down. Restless, like she always was after a fight.


     
  11. Sauron

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    The adrenaline still flooding through her was obvious as she sat there, fidgeting and restless. He eyed her for a moment, a slight smirk just tugging at his lips, before moving to slide in next to her. "Are you always so alive after nearly facing death?" he teased, leaning down to inspect her wound. He was nea enough to feel her hair bushing against the side of his face, all too aware of the way his own legs brushed up against her own, yet he made no display of it, acting instead as though it were nothing, too concerned with her bleeding wound to worry about appearances.

    The cuts themselves looked worse than they actually were. A soft hum pressed past Sauron's lips, as he reached up, drawing his fingers gently over the wounds and bloodied skin. "This should not be too --" He paused suddenly, glancing up at Jaesa, blinking for a moment --as if he realized for the fist time just how near to her he was -- but not quite drawing back.

    "What's this?" He let his hand trail away from the new cuts, moving up her shoulder to mark out the scars. His browns drew together for a moment, and then he did draw back, lips thinning into a line. "Did I..." He shook his head and glanced away, back to her wound, as though to even finish the thought was unthinkable for him.
     
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    She kept her eyes forward when he moved to sit beside her, refusing to think about how close he was. There was something of a battle inside her, one half of her wanting to inch away and put some space between them, the other half just wanting to stay. The result was that she sat there somewhat stiffly, still fidgeting, swallowing as she kept her eyes forward. Moving away from him would have done nothing. He was only checking her wound, after all. It wasn't like he knew what lay between them in her past. Just because she'd explained that she'd loved his other self once didn't mean she'd admitted to anything happening.

    "I could have died, but I didn't. There aren't many better ways to feel alive," she pointed out, fingers tapping out a rhythm against her thigh. She didn't wince or cringe, hiss or grunt, or otherwise make any other show of discomfort or pain as his fingers brushed against the torn edges of the wound. Unbidden, a memory came of one night over two years ago, with startling similarities. The night she had tried and failed to escape her captivity, and agreed to stay with him of her own decision. He had treated her himself then, too; reapplying new bandages to her wounds surprisingly gently, in a location unfamiliar to her just as this one was. She remembered only too well what had followed.

    For a moment, her fingers tightened into a fist against her leg, and she wondered if perhaps she should just leave, go to the hospital or take her chances with walking back to her ship. Different Mairon. Different circumstances. Different me. Different everything. Swallowing again, she stayed put.

    She was abruptly aware of his fingers shifting from the wound, touching the old scars visible around the area. Other than it being wholly inappropriate, scars were a large reason why she had simply pulled aside the neckline of her shirt rather than remove it, even if the latter would have made examination easier. Her body was covered in scars of all different thicknesses and lengths, the only areas free of marks being her face and her arms; the places where they might be visible despite her clothing. The rest of her had been used as a painter would use a canvas, and not all of those scars had been received through torture, or unenjoyable means. She'd never told Wolfgang about that. Or anyone. She didn't need the looks that would be on their faces if they knew.

    Mairon couldn't even finish his question, the look on his face plainly saying just how unimaginable the idea was to him that his other self might have been responsible even for the few scars that were currently visible. He almost looked upset by the idea, and she couldn't help the frown that touched her brow. For the first time since he'd sat beside her, she glanced at him, dark eyes meeting his paler ones. "That wasn't you," she said quietly. "He was someone else, not you."


     
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    What was that in her expression? Pity? Sympathy? That way her brow creased and she turned to look at him for the first time since he'd taken his place beside her, those words she spoke...if only she had any idea what was really happening here and now. A wry smile touched at his lips and he only shook his head.

    "Come," He murmured, pulling away from her and moving to his feet. He nodded towards the bathroom, "I they aren't bad, but I'll need to clean you up a bit before binding them...ah..." A sudden pause and he glanced away from her, rubbing at the back of his neck. "that is, unless you would rather tend to that yourself, of course..."
     
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    If she'd known what was really going on, what had been going on for months, she would have been furious with herself. More than furious. Being lulled into a false sense of security by the unique power that Master Karr had always insisted was infallible... And it was, but it never took into account there being two of the same person. Different examples of the same person, on opposite ends of the spectrum. No, she had no idea what was going on. There was no suspicion because she had never had a single reason to ever suspect what she felt through the Force.

    Although she could have probably cleaned the wound herself, such things were always better off done by someone else; when done by the person feeling the pain, the task was usually done quickly and shoddily to get it out of the way as fast as possible. It wasn't like he was making any kind of inappropriate suggestion, was it? Definitely not with that awkward way he looked away and rubbed at his neck as though afraid she would yell at him for being a philanderer.

    "Let's just get it cleaned quickly," she said, getting to her own feet and moving into the bathroom. She kept the neckline of her top pulled aside enough for easy access to the wound; she didn't care if the fabric got wet while the wound was being cleaned since it was already all but soaked through with blood. Better a wet, bloodied shirt than the alternative, which was revealing her multitude of scars. "So I can have a drink after. If you have any." There was little better than a good stiff drink after a fight. Well. There were other things that she enjoyed more than usual after a fight to the death - not that she'd admit that, since she knew just how fucked up that was - but that was obviously not on the cards. He wasn't Wolfgang.


     
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    A soft hum pressed past his lips, and he shook his head as he followed her. "After the last time?" Sauron questioned her, a teasing lilt just edging his words. His eyes swept over her for a moment as he switched on the light, before he shrugged, moving past her. "Of course, if there were ever a moment where I'd say anyone would be in need of a good drink...well.."

    Trailing off he perched himself on the edge of the tub, grabbing a wash rag and gesturing for Jaesa to sit beside him. tuning on the tap he let the water run fr a few moments before testing it, ans wetting the cloth, For a moment he hesitated again, eyes flickering to those few scars visible, before shaking his head, and setting to ask, gently wiping the cloth over her wounds.

    He could not help but wonder about the true extent of his work, how much she actually hid beneath that shirt. But that he would discover soon enough, he told himself. All in good time...
     
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    She smiled a little at that. "That was a lot more than a drink, though," she pointed out, affecting a grimace as she thought back on that evening and her behaviour. The singing had been the worst part. Hell, if he never heard her sing again, it would be too damn soon. Actually, no, the worst part had been how soft she'd been as she'd talked to him. "I don't intend on getting that drunk again, trust me." Not around you, at any rate.

    Perching herself on the edge of the bath, she sat as still as she could manage. A difficult feat, with all that need to move and do things that still gripped her muscles. Still she fidgeted, fingers tapping, heels bouncing with ill-disguised impatience.

    He was gentle as he wiped the wound, but that didn't stop the stinging shock that jolted through it as the wet cloth ran over the break in her flesh. Although there was a small intake of breath, that was the only sign that it hurt, as she kept her eyes ahead, picking out patterns in the frame of the mirror above the sink rather than look at him.

    Out of the corner of her eye, however, she caught sight of him looking at those scars again, shaking his head as though he could hardly stand the sight of them, because of what they represented.

    "Those ones weren't from him," she said suddenly. It was a lie. "I've got a dangerous job and nearly get killed in it at least once a week." She offered him a small, reassuring smile, trying to make him feel better since he was clearly so affected by the thought of his other self inflicting harm on an innocent. Not that she'd been an innocent at all for most of her time with her former Master. He'd made sure of that.


     
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    "Ah, Well, I will leave you to make your own judgment then." Sauron replied, catching her smile as she responded to his teasing. "A pity though, that I will not get another chance to hear your voice again." It was the least of what he desired of her however. He remembered so clearly that night, how easily she'd opened up as the drink has touched her lips. He would not have to drive her that far, he believed, but it could not do him any harm to make her more agreeable...

    She twitched and fidgeted as he cleaned her wounds, adrenaline still pouring through her, and she refused to look at him through the entire process. Yet even with the sudden burst of liveliness that having fought that beast to the death had brought her, even doing her best --apparently -- to pretend she did not see him at all, she could not help but notice the way his eyes flickered again back to his scars.

    They were not his work, she old him. she had a dangerous job, after all. Again, another one of those wry smiles flickered across Sauron's lips, and he only nodded, staying silent on the matter. A white lie, meant to protect and comfort the innocent she thought he was. The words may have even been believable enough, were he anyone else. He was a master of his craft, however, knew the signs of a particular artisan's handiwork. These marks spoke only of hos own hand.

    As he finished cleaning her wound, he stood, and moved toward the other end of the room, and pulling out a first aid kit and the bandages inside. "I'm going to need to to hold still." He told her as he seated himself near her again, "Can you manage that?"
     
  18. Jaesa Willsaam

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    That particular comment about it being a pity he would not hear her sing again was one that made her gaze shift to his, just for a moment, looking at him with an edge of uncertainty as she tried to work out how to take such a comment. From anyone else she might have considered the words flirtatious, but she could not imagine Mairon flirting. Even... before. He'd been charming and alluring, but she couldn't recall him ever doing something so mortal as flirt in such a simple manner. No, it couldn't have been that. Just... friendliness. That was all. That was good.

    "I'm surprised you didn't hate it," she said, still smiling as though she hadn't had that moment of internal uncertainty at all. "Considering how it is you do what you do. I would have thought my attempt at singing would have been an affront." His powers were woven by music and song, and she remembered it on a far more personal level than simply by having witnessed his work. She had had his powers once, remembered those perpetual, relentless musical notes in her mind that had stopped her sleeping and driven her to distraction. If there was anyone she thought would have flinched at her drunken singing, it was him.

    Then again, maybe he simply found it funny. Not that she could really imagine that, either.

    Jaesa didn't even realise that she was fidgeting so much until he'd sat back beside her with a first aid kit in his hands. She'd wondered just what he was getting at before she realised that her fingers had been practically hammering out a drumbeat against her thighs and her feet had not been still in several minutes. For a second there was an almost sheepish look on her face before she pressed her palms flat against her legs and kept her feet still, trying to ignore just how much her muscles kept on wanting to move.

    Turning her head slightly so she could look at him as he started to deal with the bandages, she was silent for a moment, simply looking at him and for a moment caught up in memories that were all manner of emotional in so many good and terrible ways. Mostly terrible. There was very little in them that had been good in any way. Knowing that, she wished she knew why she didn't feel pure hatred for those memories, like she should have done, and why they made her throat feel dry. Shutting them off, she gave a tight smile, before clearing her throat, her voice quiet when she spoke. "Thank you."


     
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    "Ah, you know about that." He murmured, his eyes flickering up to meet hers if only for that split moment. He shook his head, an almost thoughtful sounding humm breathed past his lips as he worked. It was not as though it were a secret, of course, and on some intellectual level there was an understanding that she must have known at the very least what the performance of his abilities was. What he was. And yet there was a strangeness to it, for even given these past few months, most of his knowledge of the girl came from hearsay and rumor of his last visit to this world. There was that strange possibility that she knew more of him than he did of her.

    All the more reason to bring her back to his side. Back under his thumb.

    "An affront?" Sauron shook his head and he allowed laughter just to begin to edge his words, "Ah..well, I would not call it that. Not...exactly...."

    He could feel the girl's eyes upon him, catching the almost sheepish glance out from the corner of his eye as Jaesa pressed her palms down against her thighs, willing stillness into her body. He could feel the tension, the need to move and do something, anything strung through her muscles with every wrap he made and every seemingly incidental brush of his hands against her skin.

    When he finally looked up again, tieing off his work and sliding so easily back out of her space he was greeted with a tight smile and softly murmured -- he voice sounded almost weak -- thanks.

    Sauron waved off her words, shaking his head. "There is no need for that." He said as he pushed himself back to his feet. Already heading for the door, e turned a glance back over his shoulder. "Now, let us see what I have to find buried away in this place. That is, if you still want that drink?"
     
  20. Jaesa Willsaam

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    It wasn't until after she'd spoken that she realised her words might have been a little discomforting for Mairon. Before, he'd never made a secret of his powers, but it also wasn't something he advertised either. Probably not something that this one would expect a mortal girl to know about, and so confidently that it was plain she had more than passing confirmation of it. Hell, he was probably uncomfortable that she knew and had mentioned it so casually. How would she have felt if he'd just carelessly mentioned her abilities to gaze into true natures in the same way?

    She was silent as he finished his work bandaging the wound, but when she spoke up and murmured her thanks, he waved her words off as though completely unneeded. She thought they were needed though. He'd patched her up before but there'd always been an ulterior motive to it, and the wounds he'd patched up had been caused by himself. It had been less a matter of caring about her than simply covering his tracks, making sure she wasn't bleeding out in public where someone might wonder. But here, right then, there was nothing to it except that he cared. It meant more to her than she would have admitted. Once, she would have given everything for him to genuinely care about her. Once, before she'd found another who did.

    Her thoughts fell on Wolfgang for a moment, and on something that she had been considering for some time. Several weeks, in fact. Something she hadn't really brought up to anyone, because it would have meant admitting a discontentment here, in this city, in her job. And as ever, it was something she was uncertain about bringing up to Wolfgang. Just like everything else. Like how she'd spent a year uncertain about whether she should tell him she loved him. How she'd been uncertain for months now about whether she should suggest they move in together. They'd been together over a year, and yet she still felt... doubtful, of his commitment. A doubt she tried not to think on.

    "Drink, yes," she said quickly, pulling herself out of her thoughts and putting her focus back on Mairon. "I'd love one." Something stronger than beer would have been nice, but better not to suggest that in case she looked like some kind of alcoholic. She got to her feet, adjusting her shirt back to normal. It was still wet and sticky with her blood, but there was nothing to be done about it until she got back to her ship.

    Following him out, she moved across the room. Rather than sit, she moved to the window, pulling aside one of the curtains and looking out, chin tilted upwards as she gazed up at the night sky. "I've been thinking," she said slowly. Her voice was hesitant. It was, again, the first she'd said of a particular topic, to Mairon rather than to her boyfriend, or her best friend, or her student. "I might leave Pandora Town. There's a space program, to go up there and build a new community. They need pilots." She looked over her shoulder, shifting her gaze to him. "If I went, we probably wouldn't see each other again." Which was probably exactly how it should have been.


     
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