Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-12599067-20140930030005

Efmrider wrote: Flashback to the night before: "You mean a place after this job is over?  With someone you can trust?" asked Daria. She was woozy but his words penetrated. He had a place to stay here. Surely he wasn't asking if he could share her bed?

"What happened, Dral?  You were dead set on getting back to the Reach.  Did you not receive as warm a welcome as you had hoped?  Or did something happen to them?  I know there has been much unrest in the Reach since we were...otherwise occupied." When he didn't answer right away and she saw how uncomfortable he was, she relented.

"You can stay with me, I guess.  We can give it a trial run.  No promises.  Except that I won't stab you in the back.  I owe you that much.  Besides, poisoning is more my style," she smiled wryly. It wasn't a very good joke. She could see the vial of poison her lover had handed her to kill his rival with in her mind. She shoved the memory back. Dralnach shifted uncomfortably upon mention of the Reachmen, as if he knew something but was reluctant to say anything. However, the moment Daria agreed to his request, his attention was focused solely on her as he blinked in a mix of surprise and flat-out disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, then hesitated as he tried to think of an appropriate response. Frankly, he had expected to be flat-out refused and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Well, uh... thank you, Daria. That is probably one of the kindest things that anyone has ever done for me," Dralnach said honestly, although in truth he was still a little frustrated that he was relying on someone else to fix his problems. "Is there anything I can do in return? Other than helping out with miscellaneous tasks, that is."

(Turning in.)