Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Nov 22, 2015 5:24:10 GMT -8
Dalonia’s eyes slid shut, and T’kar’s lips lifted in a snarl as she shuddered. Whoever it was that she didn’t want in here — and he was more convinced than ever that it was an individual or at most a small group, for generalized fear of others, generalized caution, wouldn’t have caused such a reaction — T’kar wanted that person’s head. He hardly noticed the return of his flits, somehow managing to suspend his sowrd in midair between them, though he did reach out essentially without looking and lay his hand upon the hilt, fingers closer as the firelizards released the ensheathed blade.
T’kar’s eyes, glinting orange-gold as they narrowed, met Dalonia’s green-blue ones as she turned towards him, watched as sense slowly seemed to return, bringing focus to those orbs. For a moment, that amber-gold glint seemed to intensify, as Dalonia’s words added the fuel of sheer glee to the simmering heat in T’kar’s chest, flaring it higher. He clamped down on it quickly, keeping the conflagration from blazing higher, for he couldn’t know, yet, if her words referred to the man that he devotedly hoped they did.
“Tallish guy, short light brown hair and pale blue eyes?” he asked, an edge of… something like eagerness filling his tone. “Was making a tunnelsnake of himself earlier?”
Her eyes never left his face and after she spoke, his gaze claimed hers. Despite the pain that was radiating through her torso, she couldn't help but think that his eyes were almost beautiful. It wasn't a word she used to describe anything in her life but the way that the amber-gold eyes snapped with fire when she riled their owner, the way they seemed almost on fire in that very moment couldn't be described by a better word. Of course she wished that there was a word that was less weak but beautiful would have to do. The flame rider with his eyes of fire, barely containing that familiar look of murderous rage.
She'd seen that look before, though perhaps not so intense. For a moment she thought maybe he truly was angry after her revelations. He was a proud and loyal man and would not tolerate disloyalty or subterfuge well. But when he spoke, he seemed almost...eager. The tense knot that had formed in her chest and around her heart eased and the right corner of her mouth hitched up in a wry smile. "That's the one." Her voice was soft and she closed her eyes against the pain once more. The fellis would kick in soon, but at the moment it was not soon enough. "He is worse than a tunnelsnake. Worse than my brothers."
Opening her eyes once more, she shifted slightly and was delighted when the sharp pain that knifed through her was a bit less sharp. When she went to lift her hand, it seemed a bit more heavy. The fellis would claim her soon enough, panic and relief warred within her. She wanted the pain to go away but she was terrified to be so vulnerable. Her gaze drifted to the sword in T'kar's hands and she reached towards it. Despite the fact that she'd never be able to use the thing much less a knife, touching a weapon, having the cool metal and warm leather beneath her fingers would be comforting; almost as comforting as she had found the dragonrider's gentle hands to be.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Nov 23, 2015 11:11:06 GMT -8
One corner of T’kar’s mouth lifted in a cold smile, the chilled layer of control that kept passions in check also acting to restrain fury. Fury, surging now that it had found a legitimate target in a man it was already directed against.
“He won’t get in here,” T’kar promised, trying to somehow calm the emotions he saw flashing in her eyes. He shifted to block her reach for his sword though. “Not that, I’m going to need that. I’ll send Shadow out for one of your knives,” he said, picturing the knife and sending the image to the little black. A moment later, only three of T’kar’s flits were in the room, with Shadow having disappeared.
Dalonia continued to watch his face, the fury in his eyes at odds with the coldness of his expression. She had a lingering sense of anxiety that he would still denounce her and with that came the strange and disconcerting fear of what that would do to her. She was in no shape to fight herself and deny every little thing. She knew that if T'kar washed his hands of her now, after everything they'd been through...it wouldn't be pretty.
But then he made his promise; Barrek wouldn't reach her. It didn't completely reassure her, but it helped. Her hand fell to her side and her lips curled in a faint smile as she let her eyes close briefly. Only for a moment as T'kar promised to have a knife fetched for her. "Why don't you hate me?" The words came out softly, as though they hadn't been intended to come out at all. It had been a thought and with fellis muddling her mind once more, it had translated almost immediately to word. Wincing she tipped her head back and drew a deep breath in through her nose before letting it out slowly and opening her eyes to find Thief peering down at her. In a rare show of affection, the brown crooned softly.