GxE: awesome assassin lovin'

Griffin

Heh. Her killing me? What an interesting concept.
"Beef jerky. Might take awhile to chew down but it will fill you up." I grumbled, eating my own piece.

Not as good as Manwich, but it'll do.

"Now close your eyes and go to sleep. You are being stubborn."

Esmeralda

Beef?
I blinked, my chewing slowing substantially.
I'm not suppose to have meat. Cult rules.
"Beef.... as in... the meat?" I asked, staring up at him, eyes probably wide as saucer disks.
They said it was bad for us. But oh my God. It tasted so good...

Griffin

"...yeah. Ever had meat before?" I asked, feeling kind of stupid.
How can someone never have meat? It's amazing. Yet, she looked scared as hell. I wonder if she is one of those vegetarian people. I hope not, because pretty much all people eat at The Order is meat. I also eat cinnamon pop tarts, but those are a whole other story.

I stared down at her and watched her chew it slowly, her eyes wide.
She almost looked...cute.
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Wait. No she doesn't. How dare I ever think that.
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.............All right, fine. She looks cute.

Esmeralda

I shook my head, still chewing the meat in somewhat of a dazed manner.
...Wow...
I swallowed, frowning slightly as it was gone.
"No... Well... yes. Elizabeth sneaked this ground meat sandwich thing in once before but... Wewereskinnedalivewhencaught." I licked my lips, shocked to find how much I liked it, better yet- how hungry I still was.
I bit back my hunger, head slowly sliding to his chest, feeling... content. Huh. What an unusual feeling.
...
"Promise to wake me?" I murmured, my eyes suddenly drooping.
Okay, maybe I was a tad more tired than I thought...

Griffin

I also swallowed my little snack, listening intently to her every word. However, she almost lost me at the "skinned alive" part.
...woah. Guess that man I interrogated was speaking truthfully. So, does that mean that the fiancee part was also truthful? Part of me wished that it wasn't. Yet the other part of me knew it was, and that I should not care. ...she is not mine...

"Yeah. Promise." I murmured, leaning against her and holding her close, doing my best to keep her warm.

Esmeralda
I tightened my hold on him, fighting the urge to sleep for a moment more before drifting off, my face buried in his chest.
That smell; his smell. It lulled me off, following me into my dreams.
"Griffin, you fool, stay out of this."
He wasn't leaving. Why wasn't he leaving?
The gun, it was so close. So dangerous.
"I watch, I see. Killing Griffin will hurt you more."
"Killing Griffin will hurt you more. Killing Griffin will hurt you more. Killing Griffin will hurt you more."
BAMB!
"NO!!!!"
No. He's dead. He's gone. No. NO!!!
I can't be alone again, I can't. Dammit.
"Griffin. No, please. Don't leave me. I need you. Griffin." ...

Griffin

I stayed silent, watching over her shoulder for any odd signs of intruders. I then felt her hold tighten, her brows furrowing in an odd concentration. I knew that look. I have been told to have that look many times in my sleep.
Nightmares.

Whatever she was dreaming about, it seemed to greatly bother her. My back was still bare, and I could feel her nails dig into my skin, almost as if she was clinging.
"Shhh...You are fine...I gotcha..." I whispered to her, right in her ear, while simultaneously rubbing her back.

Esmeralda

Blood. There was blood everywhere. His blood. On me. He was dying. It was all my fault.
"No. Griffin, no! You can't. You can't leave..."
He was staring at me, trying to say something. He's eyes. Those beautiful eyes.... I could see the light in them. I could see it fade till they were... Nothing. I was alone...

"Griffin!" I jolted awake, panting, eyes wide. He was gone. No. He was dead. No. He can't be. No.
A small sob made its way up my throat and I blinked, looking around wildly.

Griffin

I was staring at her, watching her reactions. She was so...scared, it seemed. So I was about to lean down and kiss her forehead, in a comforting way, when she jolted up. Yelling my name. Or...my fake name, at least.

I blinked and quickly moved back so my chin wouldn't get headbutted, then stared at her even more.
She was dreaming about...me? Whatever had happened while she slept, it had obviously frightened her. She looked on the verge of tears.

"I am here." I said, not really sure if that would comfort her, but saying it nonetheless. I hesitated and slowly reached out, cupping my hand over hers and tilting her chin up with my other hand, making it so her head would turn and face me.
"I am here." I repeated, locking my eyes with hers. "...you okay?"

Esmeralda

Those eyes, they were in front of me again. But... they had light in them this time. And there wasn't blood everywhere. He was... alive?
It all came flooding back to me, the past week of being alone, then the last 24 hours.
He was back.
My grip tightened even more and I stared at him, locked in this eyes.. his eyes. "F-fine."

Griffin

She was obviously not fine, but I let my fingers drop from her chin and my other hand pull away from her hand. I slung an arm around her again, keeping both of us warm.
I decided not to pry on the nightmare subject any more. She would tell me if she truly wanted.

"Good." was my only word, my eyes still on her face, taking everything in and not wanting her to look so vulnerable and frightened.

Esmeralda

I swallowed hard, taking a moment to gather my wits, not looking away from those perfect, still lively eyes.
"Y-Your turn to sleep," I managed, making myself sound strong. I straightened myself up a bit, loosening what I realized to be a death grip around him.
It's not like I'd be able to fall back asleep now.

Griffin

I nodded, not turning my gaze away. Those eyes. I could lose myself in them for hours.
After a while of staring my eyes grew tired, and I drifted off, mumbling a soft,"You better wake me up..." before I succumbed to all the tiredness, my eyelids fluttering to a close and my hold on her relaxing, my head slowly coming to rest against hers.
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You would be surprised how comfortable cave floors can be. I think just...being with someone, holding them, and having them hold you in return, can make any terrain bearable.

Esmeralda

I didn't move my gaze from his face, even after he fell asleep. I couldn't bare to . No, instead I used my mind to keep track of everything around us, the steady thumping of his heart against my chest keeping me awake.
He was here.
He was alright.
I smelled like him.
Could this night last forever?

I didn't wake him. He needed the rest. Morning came and soon the sun's rays were warming the air, taking the night with it.
Still, I didn't wake him. He can't leave me when asleep.

Griffin

My sleep was surprisingly calm, devoid of dreams. It took me a while to register where I was. In a cave. Wrapped in a cloak. In someone's arms.
Esmeralda's arms.

My eyes silently popped open, and I met her gaze, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
She was here.
She didn't walk away from me again.
She stayed...
I glanced around to see the multicolored sun peeking through the entrance of the alcove, then moved my eyes back to her.

I did not move. I realized, I didn't want to move. I could have just stayed there, staring at her until the end of time. Things were so peaceful right now, and for once, my body wasn't tense. I felt relaxed and comfortable, in the arms of someone I actually trusted. It was nice to be able to calm down.

"You were supposed to wake me up." I said smoothly, trying to make my tone mad but unable to muster any anger.
...
She didn't walk away, or kill me in my sleep.
In a weird way...that meant a lot.

Esmeralda

I blinked, my lips twitching ever so slightly. "I forgot," I lied.
Truthfully, he looked so peaceful. I did't want to wake him. I was fine with spending that silence staring at his face, getting lost in my thoughts.
I stretched a little, sliding my hands to the front of his chest, resting them there.
...
"Feel better?"

Griffin

The sensation of her hands sliding on my bare chest made me stiffen slightly, her fingers inching closer to my bullet wound.
I seemed to focus on her hands on me, blinking and looking down. Oh. Wait. She asked me a question.
"Yeah. Better. ...you?" I muttered, staring at her eyes again with a soft intensity.

"Perfect."
Wait, did I really just say that?
>.>
<.<
Oh well. It was true. I sighed, fingers exploring his chest on their own. The bare skin... it felt ni- wait, what's gotten into me? I froze, blushing considerably and dropping my hands. But as I let them fall, my fingers brushed something.... out of place.
I blinked, still holding his gaze as my hands drifted back up, landing on his bullet wound.
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I paled, horrified for some reason.
"I'm so sorry?"

Griffin

I shivered when her fingers ran over me, not really sure what to say, yet still...liking it. Then she lightly touched the place where I was shot, and I felt myself wince. Not because her touch hurt, it was mostly out of instinct. I had gone a week stuck in emptiness, that single spot constantly throbbing. It still throbbed after I came back to life, but not as intensely.

The wound was small, yet terrible. An unnatural hole in my chest that seemed to be red and pulsing, thin, newly pink skin steadily closing it up. The old skin around it was torn and shredded, while the new skin seemed to reach out to it, slowly weaving it back together.

Her touch was electrifying when she touched my wound, but I made no move to brush her hand away. Besides. She had said sorry again. Must she be so sorry all the time?
"Do not be sorry. It's not your fault." I said to her, my eyes drifting down and carefully watching the hand on my chest.

Esmeralda

Yes. Yes it was.
I hardened, tearing my eyes from his to inspect the wound. I ripped a strip from the end of my shirt to bandage it. Just in case.
I didn;t want to risk loosing him. Even from something as unlikely as infection.

"You fool," I whispered, tying a knot and slipping out of the cloak. I turned my back to him, completely tense as I stared at the sun.
The night was over. I should leave.
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...

Griffin

...please don't walk away from me again....
I sat up and kept the cloak on myself, then put the hood up and also put up my face mask. The night was over. None of us had been frozen. You'd think that would be enough for me, but it wasn't. I wanted her to stay. Yet she obviously wanted to leave.

I frowned and sat there, staring at her back, wondering what she was about to do.

Ian

Splat.

That was the sound of me landing into yet another box. Okay, okay, maybe saying it was a splat noise is overdramatic, but it sure did feel like it. Maybe a...bump? A whack? Something along those lines...

I peeled my face off the floor, then stood up, with absolutely no clue what to do.
Why was I thrown in here, anyway? Don't see any people around. Maybe I should just walk and hope to run into some hot ladies.

So I did just that, putting one foot in front of the other and fixing my wrinkled button-up shirt.
"Yo. Anyone around?" I called out, my eyes flitting back and forth.

Esmeralda

I took a deep, shaky breath in, unable to turn and face him. I knew that one look into those eyes would send what little bit of will power I did have, crumbling.
I was not safe. He needed to stay away. Last night was yet another testament to that.
"Stay away from... my people," I whispered, my voice hard. "Stay away from... me."
Ha. There. My voice didn't crack. Success. Take that you crappy, inconvenient emotions. I don't need you.
One foot in front of the other, and I forced myself to walk away.
Horribly enough though, each step away from him felt like I was loosing one bit of me. Like I was leaving something vitally important behind. I had no clue what though, so I kept walking.
Kept walking, never stopping.
I smelled like him.
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.-.

Griffin

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....................She walked away. Again.
I watched her go, listening intently to the steady beat of her footsteps hitting ground. As soon as the footsteps faded, I just...fell.
Purposefully, of course. I'm not a klutz.

I spread out my arms and fell backward, sprawling out on the cave floor and staring up at the ceiling. It hurt when my back hit the floor, but it didn't hurt as much as watching her walk away did.
She always did this to me.
Every. Time.
So, I was left alone with my thoughts once more, staring helplessly at the stalactites, my chest tingling at every single little spot her hand had touched.
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...
Sigh...

Ian

Meeerrrrhhhhhhhhh so booorrrriiinnnggggg.
Gah.
This place is so empty.
I can't stand it.
I need human interaction, man.
Or else my brain gets all funky.
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.........................I can't be the only person here, can I?!?!?!
"I mean really? Anyone here?! Annyyyooone at all?" I called out, now just pacing in circles, scuffing up all the random grass.

Esmeralda
I blinked, a familiar voice interrupting me from my pity party.
Ian?
I don't know why I walked toward it. Well... Actually, I do.
I was alone. I didn't want to be alone. Even if that meant hanging out with a dude who only wanted kisses.
...Kisses felt nice...

I quicken my pace, drawing my dagger and rounding the corner.
"Ian," I breathed, kinda relieved yet.... disappointed.

Ian

I turned my head around, hearing my name. Oh, the girl from before. The girl that refused to put out because of her charming, mysterious guy friend. Fancy running into her again. Probably coincidental, but I put it off as an Author trick. Not that I minded, though.
I put on my smoothest grin and walked over to her, pulling her into a nice hug. It was warm and comfy, but it still...didn't feel right. Maybe it was just because she's usually so tense. Yeah. That's it.

"Ah, Sarah...'ow are ya on this fine evening?" I said smoothly, whispering it into her ear.
Finally. A person. A girl, too.

Yet I'm not sure how I feel about that. Huh.