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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 4, 2014 5:05:16 GMT
Lorcan's shaking had done nothing. She had stood there for a bit, she did however have a bit of whiplash from his shaking. His yelling didn't enter into her brain until he wrapped his arms around her. All she could think was: Damn it, man, I can't take him hugging me like this. When he said her name she snapped into it completely. To his words, to everything he said. He had never said her name before. Well, once to introduce her but that wasn't the same. When he shoved her away she had to catch herself and look up at him walking away from her. As he shoved past a few people she looked down at the man and threw her sword on the ground to let the Eastern servants pick it up for her. Moving after Lorcan..
Some part of her contemplated him; contemplated how much he meant to her. She had known him for only two weeks. Maybe a few days tacked onto that. She was never one to be flirtatious and she had always been the sort of woman to consider being a stranger to that sort of love forever. She had no idea if this was love when he wasn’t around her. But when he was around her, even if he was so livid at her that he’d call her name. It made her sick. It made her sick with happiness. But she would not advance on it, something told her that.. This wasn’t her choice to make. She didn’t want to butt in where he could not be inviting her. She even thought it was because he was the one who saved her from the cat. But it.. It wasn’t this at all. Sure, that helped, but it was more like she just loved how he did some of the things he did.
She walked up to his room after not finding him. His guest rooms, she knocked like she always did the past while he had been taking care of her. Opening the door she saw him sitting alone on the ground beside a chest. A ring in his hand; she was now on edge. Was he married and was she making this hard on him? No.. She hoped he didn’t catch on to her childish girl antics. She definitely didn’t explain the turmoil in her chest and head. As she moved into his room she closed the door and sat across from him on the floor. She sat on her knees. “Lorcan?” She would say his name in response to his calling her Cori.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 5:34:50 GMT
Lorcan had stormed to his rooms after confronting Cori, his thoughts immediately turning against himself. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t do that kind of crap; she wasn’t in any way inclined to listen to him, and he had no right to berate her over her actions. So, why had he? Well, that was easy enough to answer; he’d grown rather close to the Viking, and he didn’t know if he would be able to handle losing another person in his life. Which was when his thoughts had turned to his dead wife, and he’d slumped to the ground next to a chest after digging through it for his wedding band. He usually kept it on him, but had tucked it in the chest for safe keeping while he was at the tourney. He was staring at it, turning the band around and around in his fingers as thoughts and memories consumed him when Cori entered the room. He hadn’t heard her knocking, so when she entered and came to kneel in front of him it was rather shocking. In a bad way, of course, because not only was he rather angry with her, but his was embarrassed at her having caught him like this. When he looked up at her it was obvious that a stray tear or two had leaked from his eyes, though when she asked his name, he grew even more angry and his eyes lit on fire. He would throw the ring at the wall behind her with as much force as he could, feeling sick when the metal pinged off of the wall and went flying off in the opposite direction. He wouldn’t say anything though, expecting for her to just leave when she realized that he was angry.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 4, 2014 5:56:44 GMT
When she saw his tears a part of her heart broke right there for the man. She looked away until she heard his ring hit the wall. She flinched indefinitely, like a warrior awaiting an arrow to come flying at her. She looked behind herself and grabbed the ring instead of talking to him. She walked up to him and passed it to him. "Don't.. Just don't hurt her over anything I do or have done. If she means this much to you." She would state and give him his ring back. If he didn't take it back she placed it in front of him and went on her knee in front of him like she had when she was knighted in front of Conn.
She actually leaned forward and ran her thumb over his cheek. It was more to be a friendly gesture. But she knew it could and probably would be more then this. "What.. was her name?" She would ask and look sadly at Lorcan. It was something that was entirely beyond her. She only ever watched others be in love. Even Cinaed considered women before Cori had ever decided to show some sort of affection for any man.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 6:23:29 GMT
When she went and grabbed his ring he would close his eyes for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before opening them once again. He would take the ring when she handed it to him, letting his fingers brush over the surface as he listened to her telling him not to hurt her. He would frown and stare at her, confused as to what she might mean by that. Did she think that he was married and that he would leave his wife for her? It seemed ridiculous to him, and he wouldn’t let himself think that it was what she meant. It would only serve to hurt him to think that he would be so dishonorable.
When she kneeled in front of him he would frown, his brows furrowing, though when she leaned in to brush her fingers over his cheek he would sigh softly; feeling bad for behaving in such a manner. When he asked what her name had been he would have to bite back a sob, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes tightly for several moments. Eventually he would speak, though he voice sounded strained, “Seara,” he would comment, though he hadn’t opened his eyes. He would draw his knees up to his chest and wrap his arms around them, putting distance between himself and Cori, though after speaking her name he couldn’t really seem to stop talking, “I loved her more than any man has ever loved a woman,” he would admit, tears springing to his eyes when he finally opened them as a lump formed in his throat, “There was once when I would have admitted that she was what made my world go ‘round,” he’d continue, clenching his hands into fists as he shifts so that his knees were no longer against his chest, “But…she died, and she…she took my babe with her,” he would finish his voice sounding rather broken and pain-filled as tears began to spill down his face.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 4, 2014 6:37:04 GMT
Cori had meant it in the fashion that the woman's soul could still be within the ring. And to not hurt the ring for something so stupid like worrying about Cori. But in a way, Cori would understand how he took it like that. She scooted back a bit when he hugged his knees. Seeing the pain register on his face she frowned at him. She looked so hurt for him. She wasn't jealous; ok maybe a little. But you couldn't be angry or hateful to this sort of love he showed for his late wife. Cori had the utmost respect for the woman who held Lorcan's heart like he described.
She looked at her hands when he said she had passed and she had taken his baby with her. Biting her lip. She didn't know what to say about it. She could picture him though in that sort of family. She could only state. "I'm.. So sorry Lorcan." To think about losing a spouse was one thing but.. Your child?
She looked up at him from there and then leaned over him to make this less awkward; but she wrapped her arms as best she could around him.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 4, 2014 6:51:10 GMT
He would reach up to drag his hands roughly over his face when she said that she was sorry, trying to staunch the tears that couldn’t seem to stop flowing from his eyes. It’d been awhile since he’d cried about the loss of his wife and child, though he figured that the pain never went away. When he felt her touching him he would move his hands away from his eyes, pain spearing through his chest as she wraps her arms around him. Almost immediately he was enveloping her in his arms and tugging her against his chest, burying his face in her hair as a sob rocked his chest. Somehow it was comforting to hug her, though at this point in time he couldn’t really understand why. When he managed to get his sobbing under control he would draw in a deep breath and shift his head away from her though he managed to keep his arms wrapped around her body, “You can’t…do things like that, Cori,” he would say, referring to the melee. While he had managed to stop crying, his eyes were obviously wet, and filled to the brim with tears, “I couldn’t lose you too,” he would say, his voice filled with pain, “I wouldn’t be able to live through that,” he’d admit, beseeching her to listen to him.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 4, 2014 7:08:16 GMT
She was trying not to have her body press against his to not make anything awkward for him. But then she felt herself be thrust into his chest by his arms. When he began to sob and cry against her hair she frowned heavily. Letting a few tears slip for her friend only because crying men had this power over her. She just sat there and let him let it all out; or let out what he could at this time. It was definitely a pain that just didn't go away at the blink of an eye.
As he leaned back, she went to unravel her arms and then noticed he was keeping her there, she blushed a bit. Cori would kill him if he said anything about her blushing at him. Ok maybe not. When he said she can't do things like 'that' anymore she tilted her head. She wanted to retort that if she didn't, she would still continue to defend herself from the Commander's onslaught. Also she wanted to tell him that he called her mother a whore. But she didn't do either. This man had lost enough in his life. Instead she frowned at him and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lorcan. I didn't think.." she didn't know how to really say the statement in her head. She didn't think.. he could think of her that close already. She didn't want to ever see him that angry at her. That worried about her. "I really wasn't thinking when.. It happened." She felt a bit sick to her stomach so she leaned a bit against him again. "Sorry.." She would apologize again in a whisper.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 6, 2014 1:42:17 GMT
When she apologized he would shake his head slightly, moving one of his hands to gently grab her chin, “You have nothing to apologize for, just…don’t purposefully put yourself into any danger,” he would murmur though his voice still sounded decidedly broken. When she said that she hadn’t been thinking when it happened he would sigh softly, moving his hand from her chin to wrap his arm around her once again, his gaze dropping to her as she leans back against him. Upon hearing her apologize again he would shake his head slightly, though he wasn’t quite sure what to say to it and would just remain silent, moving his hand once again to gently brush his fingers through her hair. After several moments of silence had passed he would try to smile at her, though he failed and it looked more like a grimace than anything, “I’m sorry for overreacting. You just scared me,” he would murmur, though he continued to drag his fingers gently through her fiery hair, “And I shouldn’t have shaken you,” he would tack on, his brows furrowing slightly as he moves his other hand to gently tilt up her chin once again, “You shouldn’t have let me touch you that way; you should have dropped me on my arse,” he would say his lips finally tweaking up slightly. He would move his hand from her chin to brush his fingers lightly over her cheek, “You shouldn’t let anybody touch you roughly…you should only be touched gently,” he would say softly, leaning in rather close to her, “Like this,” he would murmur, gently brushing his lips against hers. Okay, so he was obviously going crazy, but could you really blame him?
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 6, 2014 2:07:14 GMT
When he took her chin into his hand she stared into his eyes. She had always noticed they were dark, but she never did catch on that they were actually blue. Feeling his arm go around her again she was confused. As she had leaned back against him in a bit of a sickness from thinking about it. Lorcan's fingers touching her and running through her hair caused shivers to travel down her spine. But she didn't do anything to stop him from doing it. If it had been any other man she'd have his arm cut off. Well, also probably what stopped her was Lorcan had tree trunks for arms and she lacked an axe that big. "You didn't over react." She would respond to him softly. But she just listened to his voice vibrate through his chest, it was soothing being there. It was nice to know someone feared for her that much. Sure Cinaed did but this was different.. It was nice to have someone else in her life. "Shaking me? Oh right. Sorry I came too when you called me by my actual name and not Viking." She said in honesty. Then she noted she blurted out practically that she liked it. Sort of.
When he said something about only being touched gently and he had taken her chin and tilted it up. Running his hand down her chin. As he leaned closer to her, she felt her heart begin to race. A part of her wanted to move just in case he was doing this out of being unstable about his late wife's death. But her eyes were open and then she felt her instincts kick in. They were hard to tame for the Viking. When he brushed his lips against her's she felt her defenses crumble against him. Leaning up to him she let her lips press up against his. Closing her eyes as she did this. Moving a hand up his chest a part of her wanted to push him away and ask him to come to his senses. And it screamed at her that she was pushing these confusing feelings on him and he had just told her about his late wife. But she bit it back into the depths of her mind.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 6, 2014 6:43:56 GMT
When she didn't push him away he would actually kiss her, sinking his hand in her hair to hold her in place. Not that he really thought that she would move at this point, but more because he wanted to continue touching her hair. After he was finished kissing her he would rest his forehead against hers for several moments, his eyes closed and his breathing rather heavy. When he finally opened his eyes a low sigh would fall from his lips, "I'm sorry, Cori..." he would whisper, though he didn't let her go just yet. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't, but it just didn't feel like the right thing to do. "I really shouldn't have," he would murmur, his brows furrowing together as a frown seizes his lips, "It was selfish of me, and I'm sorry," he would finish, though he couldn't help but move his hand to gently brush fiery red strands of hair out of her face. He would look into her eyes for a long moment before once again offering her a slight smile, "Can you forgive me?"
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 6, 2014 7:03:51 GMT
The kiss made her stomach turn in happiness. Some would call them butterflies, it was a good statement made. It was true, the butterflies swarmed her. She knew very well those feelings that she had been confused about the moment he kissed her back. She knew his feelings, or so she thought she did, for that moment too. His fingers going through her hair calmed her down a bit so she could enjoy this moment with him without thinking about the feeling of stabbing a sword through a man's body. As they sat there in the aftermath but breathing in a pant. She opened her eyes slowly in her own way as well. But then she heard him say he was sorry. She bit her lip. Letting him speak. But then calmly she would say. "I was the one who kissed you Lorcan." She would whisper in reply. "It would only be selfish if I didn't want it." She would say and lean back a bit. Looking at his lips and then into his eyes. Shaking her head in the slightest motion she'd smile at him. "You're a daft man. If you were any other, I would have bitten your lip to make you bleed out." Cori said in a semi-joke. "I don't think what just happened was wrong. Unless it was wrong for me to start that fire? In which, that would mean I should be the one forgiven.." He confused her a bit. But she in some fashion knew what he meant by his contradictory approach to their kissing. He seemed to enjoy it, however, a part seemed to think she disliked the kiss.
In reality though Cori wanted to kiss him more.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 7, 2014 19:38:42 GMT
When she said that she was the one that kissed him, and that it would only have been selfish if she didn’t want it he would sigh softly and close his eyes, only to have them spring open when she spoke about him being daft. “Honestly, I thought you were going to bite me or maybe stab me,” he’d say with a grin, only to sober when she continued on to speak about how there had been nothing wrong with it. He would blink when she commented about her being the one that needed forgiveness, “No, silly woman,” he’d say, “There’s no need for you to be forgiven. If I hadn’t wanted to kiss you I wouldn’t have,” he would assure her, reaching up once again to drag his fingers through her hair. He felt rather confused about the whole situation, but there was a part of him that felt it was right…or at least wanted to feel as if this was right. After a few moments he would realize that he was still holding her there and would slowly remove his arms, letting her move if she wanted to. He now felt rather awkward and would smile sheepishly at her.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 8, 2014 0:27:34 GMT
As he spoke to her some part of her felt the ghost of his late wife in the shadows of the kiss. She didn't want to have to think of Seara that way. Seara had been his wife and had been the mother of Lorcan's unborn child. Cori smiled when she heard him say a part of him had wanted it. But as he moved his hand through Cori's hair and he gave her an awkward air once he let go of Cori, she moved to stand up. As she did though she began to be flooded by memories of the melee. She felt sick once again and she began to tremble again. She had definitely injured someone before, but she had not been to war yet. Sure she felt little remorse for the man she killed but stopping a life from continuing to live definitely impacted her.
She also had negative thoughts come to her about the moment she shared with Lorcan. They were questioning his feelings about her. Had he kissed her because of he had lost his wife and openly let himself fear losing his friend like that? Or had he been falling for her like she had been for him. It had only so long since they met. "I.. I need to go and clear my head.." and probably her stomach. She would give him a faint smile and walk from his room. She didn't want to really but a part of her needed her too.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 13, 2014 1:17:57 GMT
When she got up and stated that she needed to go clear her head he would frown, his brows furrowing as a lump of something rather close to anxiety formed in his chest. Before she could reach the door he jumped to his feet, moving to step after her and grab her wrist and jerk her back against him, “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” he would ask her gruffly, “You can’t kiss me and then leave like that,” he would rumble, staring down into her eyes. After a moment he would dip his head to capture her in another kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her so that she wasn’t able to move, but not quite tight enough that he would hurt her. Sure, he might have moments where the memory of his wife passing still made him cry like a baby, but that wasn’t exactly abnormal even after it being several years. And honestly, he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to the Viking on both a physical and emotional level, though it would be almost impossible for anybody not to be. She was a rather striking woman with a wit to match.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 13, 2014 4:45:47 GMT
She didn't hear him jump to his feet, well she probably did she just had a moment of tunnel vision and sounds weren't registering until she felt him grab her arm. She didn't have time to respond to his movement, to push away, her body went rigid for just a minute. But as she felt his form against her's she bit her lip just as he spoke to her. When he asked her where the hell she was going, a tear fell down her cheek. She locked his eyes with her own and stared at him. Cori had no answer for him. But when he dipped his head to her to kiss her she would choke back some sort of womanly sound.
She didn't give him any fight, she just leaned up into his form with her own and responded to the kiss. Her hands, if they could move ran up his chest.
Lorcan was a hard one to say no to, Cori had thought of Lorcan highly since the start. Sure they had their tiffs but their relationship was built on respect. Or so that's how she pictured it. She would not mistaken her love of him for respect though. When he'd lean back she'd let another tear slip. "I am sorry.. Lorcan." She whispered and close her eyes for a moment. If he let her go or let her move her arms she would run a hand down her cheek. "I got weak. I hadn't killed another in my life. I have never.." She looked down at how close he was to her. "I have never had the interest of a lad." She had merely intimidated them.
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