Subject: [PW!] A Brief Rest Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 06:51:49 GMT From: "Marco262" <> Newsgroups: Pre-dawn light shone through the mottled canopy of an unamed, uncharted forest somewhere in the northern regions of Johto. The golden columns illuminated floating moats and the few insects that could resist the damp and cold of early morning. Gnats wound between each other, knitting together pockets of air until it began to buzz of its own accord, and the vandalous group moved on to adulterate further tranquility. A wet, musty feeling pervaded all, and the creak of trees denoted a warming of the earth and the air as the sun ever so slowly pushed away the dark sleepiness of night. All was quiet except for a quiet, faroff thump that held a cracking undertone. This unobtrusive noise grew steadily louder, the cracking growing more distinct. The gnats moved about curiously, wondering what this new phenomenon was. Bushes shuddered and a machete sliced through their foliage and branches, shearing away the greenery to make way for Darian McCain. He stepped carefully over the negligible destruction he had wrought, not breakign stride nor swing. Lisa Charity followed behind him, looking thankful it was not her job to do the chopping. She rolled her ankle on a freshly turned stone and swore under her breath, leaning one hand against a tree. Darian paused his swing and turned to look at her. His relaxed frown deepened and he retraced his steps to stand beside Lisa. She looked up at him, his arms crossed over his chest. "What happened?" he asked, with his natural apathetic air. She returned to clumsily massaging her ankle. Bending almost completely over is not the best position to tend to your injuries. "I just rolled my ankle a little," she said, conscious of receiving his full attention. He knelt in the dirty loam of the forest and roughly took her ankle in his hands, somehow not causing her any pain. She watched his eyebrows knit as he inspected her foot with all the air of a practiced physician. She smiled and pulled a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. Although it may not seem like it to anyone else, he did actually care for her, and this was a moment when she became more sure of it. She abruptly became aware of Darian looking up at her. He'd caught her daydreaming again, and no doubt giving her a girlish grin as well. Her thoughts were confirmed as he turned his face down, trying to hide the reddening of his cheeks. She'd noticed a while ago that he always either blushed or developed a marginally better attitude whenever she smiled at him. Now, he was massaging her ankle between his hands, the warmth from his body seeping into hers, making the pain dissipate. "That should do it," he said, releasing her foot. "Can you walk on it?" Disappointed that the massage had been so brief, she tested that foot. A dull pain lingered, but nothing that couldn't be ignored. "I'm great now. Thanks much, hon." She purred softly, and pressed herself toward him. His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment a glimpse of gratitude, tinged with genuine relief filled his gaze. At that infinte moment, she had an overwhelming urge to leap into his arms and kiss him. A far more passionate kiss than the ones on the cheek she'd give him to make him squirm. But he turned quickly and, retrieving the machete from where he'd planted it in the ground, continued creating their makeshift path through the foliage. Lisa smiled to herself, and followed him, grateful for, at the very least, the brief rest. TBC... (OOC: What can I say but, "Woo hoo! Darian's back!" I've been wanting to write for him since Christmas, but have never gotten around to it. I've just finished reading "Shards of Honor" and "Barrayar" by Lois McMaster Bujold. Her style of writing has given me something new to try, and my next few posts will mostly likely try to emulate her brand of narrative.) --Maroc262