Asmindara crouched beside her mate and knit her brow together. Without making any attempts to wake him, she began to rub where he'd gotten injured- over his heart. Her ears flattened. This was heart-wrenching. Sniffing, she clasped her hand over her face and began to sob quietly. The night around the pair was cold- too cold. If he were to wake up, then only thing he'd hear was her whimpering.
He groaned a bit, wincing as he shifted his position. His ears twitched, hearing the whimpering sounds of sobbing coming from Asmindara. He barely began lifting his lid open, fluttering it more and more wide and turned to look back at her. She would see a sort of confused expression. "Asmindara..?" He stated, her hand over his hear then reminded him, as he sat up in a slight panic. "Where ahr we?! How'd ah get 'ere?!" Instinctively, he pulled her close to his chest, shielding her with his arms.
She collapsed against him. He'd feel her fingers against his neck- it was as if she never wanted to let him go. "You're okay-" She managed to choke out, tilting her head up to kiss his cheek. Loudly, she sniffed. It seemed like something was wrong- something that wasn't just him and how he'd been wholly unconscious for the past couple of hours.
He looked rather astonished, patting his chest. "De...de bullets, dey went right inside meh!" He looked down at his mate. "how did joo--?"
She laughed, then positioned herself so that she was sitting cross-legged behind him. "Here, lay in my lap." When he did, she sniffed, then began to tuck his pink hair back and out of his face. "I met a man who helped save your life." Her voice squeaked. "He left before you came to, but I'll always be grateful to him." She smiled through her tears and continued to tuck her fingertips into his mass of brilliant tresses.
He was too dumbfounded to really object to her affectionate tones, as he laid upon her lap and simply looked up at her. "Et wasn' a shaman, by any chance, was et?"
She shook her head. "No shaman, no." She whispered. "Tell me how you feel." Her voice was still shaky, as if she wanted nothing more than to cry.
He could feel a few tears drop down upon his head, as he reached one hand up and wiped the back of his knuckles tenderly against her cheek. "Ahm feelin.." He wrapped one hand around his neck, feeling a bit stiff. The troll would clear his throat. "Ahm feelin' good-- realleh' good actually..." There was a sort of haze in his eyes, disbelief that he lived through even this ordeal.
She nodded, then sniffed again. "Good." She said quietly, rotating her ears back. She was quiet. Withheld. This wasn't like her- she always had so much to say to him. And now? She bent at the waist, moving to press her lips against his own.
"Sei'ten?" She said quietly, disturbing the calm, dark jungle atmosphere.
He was sort of motionless from the kiss, though his lips moved subtly against her's. "Yes, love?" He stated.
She smiled again. "I want you to know something." She said, still choosing to stay quiet, as if she was talking to only him.
He simply arched his head up, looking at her with a sort of upset expression. "Es every'tin alright?" He reached one arm up, cupping the side of her cheek with his palm.
She nodded at him. It was hard to tell, but she was still crying- the night stung her cheeks, reminding her that she was crying. Laughing, she wiped her face. "I love you more than anything in the whole wide world." She said quietly, and in a very meek tone of voice.
He smiled softly, wrapping his long arms over her neck and pulled her close to his face, as he nuzzled against her. "I feel de same way, Asmindara.." he kissed her cheek. "Ah kno' ah usualleh' take tings lightleh', but ah wantcha tah kno...ah'd be willin' tah change mahself fo' joo."
She began to cry, pausing only to kiss him. "Know that right here.. right now-" She sniffed again. "You're seeing the truest part of me. Please." She paused. "Remember that. Please." She squeaked.
He looked up at her, pulling her hand to the bloodied print she originally left when they first decided to become mates. "Ah had a horrible nightmare, Asmindara.." He gulped heavily. "Ah dreamt dat ah drove joo away somehow..." The hand pressed against her, pressing down on his beating heart. "Ah /swear/ ah'll nevah do dat again. Ah'll stop bein' unfaithful, ya--." He furrowed his brows. "Is dat clear?" A slight tear traveled down his cheek, passing over his ear and dried into his sideburns.
She wrapped her arms around his head and nodded, moving to rest her forehead against his. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Sei'ten." She whispered. She said nothing more, just sat there, crumpled up in the dark. She had been defeated, and next she would defeat him.
He planted kisses all over her neck and cheek, crooning out. "Stop...stop, ahm 'ere..joo saved meh." Finally, he looked around the vicinity, arching his head against her lap. "Hey..joo took meh tah where mah first village was..." He sort of gave a slight chuckle, pointing to one direction. "Das where mah hut jostah be..."
She nodded once, then sat up and smiled. Afterward, she nodded a second time. "I tried to remember. I thought that if anything were to happen, you'd want to be where you came into this world." Lie. Automatically, Asmindara looked toward where his hut used to be. Quietly, she began to recall the events of his life and more significant parts of his childhood.
He sighed, looking around. "Ef an'eetin' were tah happen, ah'd liek tah be near joo most of all." He sat up slightly, leaning his head more against her stomach than lap, giving him a good visual of the terrain. "Ah don' even remembah da faces ovh mah folks much. Ah foh'sho don' kno' dere names. Ah remembah me n' mah ol' man didn't get along so well tho', love." He put his hands behind head, adding more reinforcement. "Though one time he took meh out huntin', foh' no damn reason; we walked foh' hours, barely bein' able tah hold mah spear. But et was mah first hunt, an' ah remembah feelin' so proud ovh mah accomplishments. He was proud too, nevah seen him give meh much affection, but he called meh a strong troll. Wen we were walkin' back, he taught meh one ting dat always stuck..." He sighed out, "Et don' realleh mattah where ja come from-- ja gotta make jer own damn destineh'." He chuckled to himself. "Das actualleh' sumtin' mah fadda tol' meh. Bastard wasn' good fo' an'eetin, but dat sorta always stuck wit' meh, probably de onleh good memoreh' ah have ovh him."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her, closing her eyes. "I want to stay here tonight." She said quietly. "With you. I don't want to be with anyone else." Her chest was aching- the pain tore through her entire body, but she wasn't going to leave him. Not yet, at least.
He nodded, pulling her close to him for an elongated kiss. "Ah want nuthin' moh' den dat.." She would feel the easy breathing brushing against her face.
Gently, she took her boots off, then pulled him so that he was laying on his back in the middle of the sparse jungle. He'd feel as her curls fell against his shoulder, then her fingertips as they crept across his stomach. This was how it felt to truly love someone. When you get to the point where you forcefully sacrifice your own happiness for another- that was it. Thoughts poured through her head, each one an antidote or saying she head in passing years ago in some dingy Inn. He'll be better off. This way, he won't get hurt. This way, the Forsaken reaper won't fucking /kill/ him. She pursed her lips. "You are strong." She said quietly. ".. I've always admired your strength."
He snorted a bit, rolling his eye. "Ef ah was as strong as you tho'.." He said teasingly, though there was some sincere tones to his voice, as he placed one hand on top of her hip. "Das /real/ strength, love..." He said nothing more, as he pressed against her lips, kissing her. He'd retract his head, and push in close.
She kissed him back, momentarily reveling in the taste of his lips. How long would it be until she could feel his flesh so close to her own again? She tucked back one of his thick, haphazardly braided locks and faked a smile. Sure, she was strong- strong
enough to break his heart. She closed her eyes, but refused to look away from him, staring once she opened them back up again. "Don't ever change yourself." She said quietly. "Ever."
So it was, despite the ever looming heartbreak that foreboded the Forsaken, Asmindara was destined to shatter Sei'ten. Throughout his whole life, he has never found someone he could imagine actually being good with, not until she came along. They stayed in that cozy spot under the tree, where he was born, where she saw his life unfold, and embraced each other in the purest way. The sun began to rise, as it glimmered perhaps a hint of hope against them. They would doze against one another, as the blanket of the sun's rays warmed them up. For now, the cold part was over-- the storm was yet to unfold.