He was the King of Thieves. He was the GOD DAMN FUCKING King of Thieves. And here he was, finding himself running around half of Connlaoth like an idiot over some girl he had become infatuated with and now she had gone off and married the Grand Duke. (Well, to be fair, Lady Kathryn HAD informed him about the engagement... not that it had stopped him before..) But he always seemed to have this terribly rotten luck with women as he angrily fondled the gold ring on his pinky. There were a lot of rings on his fingers, but this one represented his first mistake. And what he was about to do... might be representing his last.
And now that he had been spotted near the Grand Duke's palace, he fucking became a target for every god damn mordecai and soldier in the damn place. He'd go North or South, East or West, it did not matter, his face was plastered on wanted poster EVERYWHERE. Though he wasn't entirely sure if sometimes he was being chased after as the right person. Sometimes he'd be chased after, called the 'Allarrian Mage Bandit' or some crock of shit like that. And a pirate? Come on, did he look like a god damn fucking pirate!? He was the FUCKING KING OF THIEVES!!!
And now it was raining, no, scratch that, POURING, and his boots were soaked well through wiht water, as was his hair, HIS GOD DAMN FUCKING HAIR, which he took pride in and tended to with the utmost of care; was kept in a braid. And now, his god damn hair was a god damn soggy mess, and his long bangs now remained in spider like splinters across his face, dripping with rain.
"God damn fucking weather," he grumbled, leaning against the shadows beside a building as he sniffed and tapped his boots aside, attempting to shake out some of the extra water. Thankfully it was night time, and thankfully the guards, albeit there were way more than usual, were as stupid as ever. He had easily lost the ones who had been pursuing him,a nd once the coast was clear, he shook his head and took off down the cobblestone street, looking for something, anything that looked familiar.
She said she'd sent the letters to him here, in a book inside the library tucked away.
God damn it. Their relationship had turned into some stupid love letter war, and he vowed the next time he saw her, he'd have to break this off.
Or it'd fucking kill him.
Even so, he found himself muttering up a storm of curses as he made his way towards the Library in Uthlyn fully determined to find the lost written letters of his sweatheart; Kathryn. It was closed by now but he'd have to find a clever way to get in, and paused just before it, craning his neck up to take the thing in. God damn it..
Would that thing ever be one fucker to climb...
Evangaline had the hood that her cotton shirt had up, it did little to stop the pelting of the rain. She was not dressed for that type of weather, nor was she ready for it, it was so much colder than she ever expected. Still she continued on in the darkened city. The letter she had received from her aunt if anything played light of how Connloath was going down the path of division.
She was lucky though, she could hide her abilities and even the fact that she was Fae, she had seen other people who were not exactly that lucky. Her aunt was leaving her clues, and the next one wouldn't be too far away, though if she wanted the clue that night, which she did, she would have to become a criminal, something she hunted. Of course, her just being there and unmarked made her a criminal, she why the hell not?
The Library is what she had deciphered the code out to be, she doubted she was wrong, it was in her families little language they used when they were working bounties so she was very familiar with it. Still she doubted it for a moment, why would her aunt hide something in a god damned library?
She found herself turning a corner to a little hidden place from the streets, her eyes were up at the widow she would have to climb to, so didn't worry about anyone else being in the little alcove. Who else would be breaking into the god damned library anyway, after all, it would open again in the morning.
Thank God he didn't have to climb the place. He wasn't a god damn monkey. And once his eyes cleaved through the sheets of rain, noticing this side of the library was clear, he pulled out his hook-shot, and pointed the thing at the roof. In a quick noise, the hooked end shot out, raced towards the rooftop where it hooked against a flying buttress, making itself secure. He tested it by giving a few quick tugs and smirked, flicking his braid off of his shoulder before lifting his thumb from the release, and the hook-shot did the rest, taking him off the ground and flying towards the other end where the hook shot now remained clung into the metal siding.
So in just a few seconds, the King of Thieves was already up on the roof top and making his way towards the window. He glanced away, sinking into the shadows. So far, no one else was around. Perfect. So he wasted no time in opening the window, and slipping on inside.
There was a large chandelier in the center of hte room, hanging up high above the entire main floor of the library. It was the closest thing to him that would help him get a safer landing, so he took his hook-shot now and aimed it at the thing, and it bolted out, latched onto the brass chandelier and soon Dekka was flying on over towards it. He landed on it, the thing shaking lightly from his weight nad he remained crouched down low until the thing had settled. Then he smirked. This was going to be too easy. Not a soul was inside the place.
The climb was a pain in the ass, but she didn't have to make it all the way to the roof she just hoped that the window would be locked or some how bolted shut. So with one hand hold and foothold at a time she had made it to said window. Once the window was open it would be cake from there. Opening the widow while not falling, now that was a feat in and of its self. She reached across her body with her left hand, having to slowly work the window up. The thing clearly wasn't opened much and was probably almost rusted shut.
Within several minutes though Evangaline had gotten it open just enough to slip her slim body into. Then, turning back to shut the window before wandering down to the main floor of the building. It would be hard to find what she needed in the dark, but she would, of course her eyes were better than humans.
As Dekka remained perched in the chandelier, he heard a noise. He stilled his breath. Someone was trying to open a window. But where? His eyes searched all over. Fuck. He finally noticed something, or rather, someone as the thin silhouette of a woman came into view. Holding his breath again, he remained silent from where he was, just watching the woman below. Was she a thief or..?
Oh... wouldn't it be something if she were Lady Kathryn? It would be her sort of habit to run around dressed up like that and sneak into a place like this. A grin stretched across his lips, and he wasted no time in hooking the metal end of the hook shot to the chandelier, and then- in one quick motion, dropped down tot he world below.
Within seconds he was dangling in front of the woman, much like a spider as he grinned.
"Hello." he said suavely, giving the woman a leer.
As Evangaline made it to the floor she knew someone was there. She couldn't see them, she couldn't hear them, she could feel them. Or better put, she could feel their power, a fire mage. Her body grew stiff for a moment, then, just like a spider lowering itself from its web a bad lowered into her view. The way he looked at her she knew he was half way expecting someone else.
Evangaline was now glad that her hood was so big, covering her features from the man. If he had any affiliation with the guard he wouldn't be able to describe her very well considering how dark it was and she was drenched to the bone.
She stood there is silence for a moment, he she had not felt him she probably would have probably nearly been scared shitless and would have tried to roast him with his own power. She couldn't afford to start a fight though. She needed to get her aunts next clue and be on her way.
"I don't know who you think I am, but I am not that person," She said simply as she moved to step around the man.
Dekka raised a sharp brow, and nearly lost his grip upon his hook shot.
"No," he said, landing heavily upon the ground and retracted the shot back into it's gun. He looked her over with a frown. "You're not." He began to walk around her, eyeing her up.
"So.. what brings a girl like you into the library after hours? Couldn't get enough from a steamy, romantic novel?"
"I could ask you the same question? Or is it a common thing for people to break into Libraries here?" Evangaline answered back shortly.
"Plus, what do you mean 'girl like me' You don't know me, there for you don't know what type of girl I am. I am really busy, I have places to go, a book to steal, so it would be nice if you go on about your thievery as well mage," Evanagline added as she started to navigate the library to find the clue.
"Mage?" She spoke of it in nonchalance. Did she not know there was a war going on here? Or did she simply not care? And how the heck did she...
Smirking, she piqued his interest now as he followed after her.
"Who's to say we aren't after the same book to steal?" he asked her casually, eyes tracing hungrily over her form, trying to imagine what she might look like beneath it. And you know, without any clothes at all.
"Yes. You heard me, I know what you are, I suggest you leave me be, it would be a shame if the guards were to find out, of course with the law I am sure they all know your face, maybe that is why you broke in, to steal that spicy romance novel to get you nickers all hot and bothered because you can't get a woman?" She spoke, her voice sharp as she took long determined steps.
"I am not after a romance novel, so I think we are in the clear in being after the same book."
Oh, he liked her. He really did, and a large grin spread across his lips as he followed.
"Who's to say we couldn't share the same fuckin' book? There's a dark corner over there," Dekka said, stepping up to her side. "We could get better acquainted over there. Maybe share a few pages... and play them out?"
Evanagline stopped dead in her tracked and turned quickly on her heels to face the man.
"I think I am more woman than you are ready to handle, for starters," Evanagline spoke challengingly as she stared up at the pain, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Second off, as I said before and you are clearly too dense to hear, I am a busy woman, I have places to be."
Dekka's grin only grew wider
"I could be quick."
"That is the point, I need a man who can last more than five seconds," Evangaline replied sharply before turning to finish hunting down the book.
And Dekka's grin grew twice as wide as it had before, cutting lean across his face as it exposed the white of his teeth.
"Well then... we've got a few more hours of darkness.." he said, following along right behind her, keeping close.
"You are really intolerable aren't you, do you not understand common? Do you not understand the word no? I have no interest in having sex with you, I am busy. If you caught me when I was not busy in a place that I could better enjoy the view I would consider it, but not now you wretched fucking hound. Plus as you said, you would be quick, you would probably sleep for the majority of the time," Evangaline nearly growled before snatching a book off of the shelf.
Dekka grinned.
"I only said I'd be quick because you wanted it. I can be whatever you want," he said, leaning suavely against the bookshelf and kept in front of her, his dark green eyes sparkling in the night.
Evangaline pulled back her hood, revealing her eyes with differing colors and her mess of curly burgundy hair.
"I said leave me be," She spoke her words sharp, flames flashing behind her eyes like a warning.
"Good day sir, I'm leaving now," She spoke harshly before turning her back on the man and heading back to the window.
Dekka grinned.
"Oh, a fire mage too, are ya?" he said, his grin broadening as he simply followed though gave her some space....
only some.
"You know, between the two of us, things could get very 'hot'."
Evangaline didn't say anything. Clearly the man was way too ignorant to understand that she wasn't interested in him and that she had better things to do.
"Who did you mistake me fore when you saw me?"
Dekka continued to follow behind her. "A friend." He grinned wide enough, exposing his teeth, but as they began to make their way towards the end of the library where Kathryn had mentioned she left her letters, he began to get a little antsy.
"What about you? What sort of book are you actually looking for, since I already know you're not a thief after gold, since the vault for the library is in the other direction." But then he paused, grinning broadly again. "Unless that is, you're just that bad with directions?" and he raised his brows at her, awaiting her answer.
"I have no need for their gold. I have more than enough at the moment. But thanks for the tip. Maybe I'll come back if I start running low on funds," Evangaline spoke as she raised her hood back up, slipping the book into a small satchel strung over her shoulder.
"What book are you looking for? Or did I guess right when I said a steamy romance?" Evangaline tease a bit before she decided it was time to leave.
Dekka was as coy as ever, getting as close as he dared, his eye brows remaining still, but were raised in a waggling manner.
"Well, I always was a man for romance," he said. "But there are too many choices. The library is quite large, after all.." and his eyes traced over her form, those green eyes taking her in like a prime cut of meat before they returned, looking back into her eyes.
"It's a shame, really.." he then said, turning away with a dramatic sigh. "To think we hve this library all to our fucking selves, and we're not going to take advantage of it.."
"Is someone getting sexually frustrated?" Evangaline spoke mockingly before turning her back to the man. She let her hips sway seductively as she walked away. She had always liked toying with men, they were always such easy targets, always thinking with their appendage below the belt.
"You could just fucking say I have a fucking extensive sex drive." His eyes kept to her hips as they moved like a pendulum. The rhythm reminding him of what he'd like to do to her as his grin stretched more broadly across his lips. Though he appeared distracted by her attractiveness, he had already stolen the book from her satchel. Perhaps he'd use whatever it was she had taken for a good read later.
"How about that corner over there," he suggested, posting towards a place where the moonlight cast down from one of the windows above the chandelier. "Or even.." his eyes cast upwards to the chandelier itself. THe he glanced over at her. "Ever made love on a chandelier before? We could give it a go."
Before Evangaline got too far she checked her satchel and almost growled. But she stopped herself. She could play this game if it is what he wanted. She adjusted her top to give a bit better view of her feminine assets . She then turned towards the man, walking towards him with fast determined steps. She pushed the man up against a bookshelf, her hands on his chest before pressing her lips against his.
She quickly let her hands start roaming his body after she threw the satchel to the ground, it did her little use without the book in it.
Dekka was taken back by the woman's sudden forwardness, and knocked the back of his head off of the book shelf. Even still, he moaned as her lips met to his, his eyes fluttering closed, but as her hands began to move against his, his hand snapped and gripped onto her's tightly.
He wasn't about to let her simply just... feel him up to steal the book back as he smirked through her kisses.
"Nice try."
Evangaline moved her lips from his to trail kisses along his jaw line to his ear, "Do you not like to be touched?" She whispered lustfully in his ear before letting her teeth grazed gently against his earlobe before letting her mouth move slowly down his neck, kissing and nipping.
Dekka felt himself heat up at her advances, but well..
this was too easy, and he liked a challenge.
God damn Kathryn... she had refined his tastes so much. Even still, he allowed himself to enjoy it for a few moments before taking her hand and backing away. He looked her over before lifting up the book.
"So what is this for?" he asked, not about to let himself become distracted so easily. Even if he wanted to make love to her in the library, he was the King of Thieves. For all he knew, she was a bounty hunter,a nd he wasn't about to get caught before he knew...
and those letters...
He had to figure out where they were when his eyes drifted away towards a back shelf, full of dusty, old books. It looked like a forgotten corner of the library. That's right.. she had told him where to look. His eyes wavered and he suddenly found himself pushing away from Evangeline to inspect the area back there, his eyes ever careful as they visually searched through the rows of books.
But there were so many.. which one did she hide the letters in?
"I want it probably for the same reason you want whatever you are looking for," Evangaline spoke as she walked behind Dekka, pressing her chest against his back, breathing softly on his neck.
"You can be whatever I want,remember?" She spoke against his skin.
"Are you scared that you can't handle me?" She asked, heating up her hands with the fire magic her body was mimicking. She slowly ran her hands down his sides to his hips.
"As you said that spot over there in the moonlight is open," She added with a chuckle.
"I doubt we're after anything similar," he said, shrugging her off before turning around, catching her arm and pulling her in close. With her now within his arms, he looked down at her, and with his free hand, he hesitantly touched her warm hands. He felt a swell in his groin. Gods...
Well, she did have a fucking point, did she not? Too bad as he was contemplating taking her up on that offer another voice cut across the dark.
"Who's there!?"
Evangaline's body began rigid as she heard the voice.
"Well fuck me," She whispered softly, her voice full of agitation.
She looked up at the man, her hands still in his, "Give me my book because it seems we about to have to start running," She whispered as she used one hand to pull up her hood to hid her features.
"Like fuckin' balls I will," Dekka breathed hotly into her ear, then moved away from her, slipping int the dark. His green eyes peered through the book shelves, holding his breath and waiting for the night guard to approach in silence.
Evangaline thought about following the man, but she didn't. He was clearly looking for something on the shelf. If he had her book she would get what he wanted.
He didn't seem like the type of man who wanted a book, he was looking for something else, or at least she was was she deducted in her mind.
So as the man waited for the guard she was using her sharp eyes to peer for anything stuck in one of the books.
There was something stuck in a smaller book, a book pushed towards the back. She quickly snatched the papers from the book and stuffed them down into the bustier she wore, a place he couldn't be able to get the papers without her noticing. Plus, she didn't notice if the guy saw her get the papers anyway, he looked pretty focused on the guards.
OOC: I hope this is okay :)
As the guard approached, he heard Evangeline doing something. He turned just at the last moment when she had finished getting something from the shelf-but he hadn't seen where or what she took.
"Hey- what are you doing over there!?" he said suddenly, and then grit his teeth, swearing, "FUCK." beneath his breath as the armed guard came dashing their way. He pressed himself up against hte shadows, and the moment the guard rounded the bend, he threw out a hand and a blast of fire scorched past hte man's face, temporarily blinding him as he dropped his blade. And Dekka wasted on time picking it up.
"So.. I asked you a question.." he began to say, his back to Evangeline but he was still talking ot her as his sword pointed to the guard wallowing in pain upon the floor.
Evangaline turned towards the man. With a smile, she now felt she had something she could bargain with.
"What was your question again?" She asked with a chuckle as she slowly walked towards the man, pulling a sword from her back.
"I said.." then he noticed her going for a weapon as he whirled around, pointed the guard's blade at her. "Don't fucking move." he growled.
Evangaline had already had her sword out, the blade starting to grow a deep red.
"I don't take to kindly to having sharp pointy objects pointed at me," Evangaline said as she slowly raised her sword to the height that he was holding his own.
"Who made you the motherfucking boss anyway?"
"And I don't take kindly to women pulling out swords behind my god damn fucking back. Now drop your weapon before I make you fucking eat it," he threatened.
Evangaline laughed, seeming to have found his words rather amusing.
"Do you honestly think I am scared of you?" She asked looking at him challengingly. She was young, yes, but she had been raised her entire life to be able to fight criminals.
"You give me my fucking book back and I will give you the paper I found on that shelf you were looking at earlier."
Oh boy was this fucking broad getting on his nerves, and his blood continued to broil and broil, his body heat quickly rising withint he room. But then at the mention of the paper, his face twisted, bewildered by her statement. Gods.. she foudn the letters. ANd hsi face paled momentarily before he heard the roar of a man behind and he turned suddenly, accidentally ramming the sword through the guard's gut.
The Guard's eyes bugged out, before slowly, the color began to fade, the life escaping him and he slumped against the sword. Dekka's lips peeled back in a sneer as he pushed hte damn guard off of his own sword.
"Well ain't this a pretty fuckin' mess."
"Well if you would have realized I was pulling my sword to assist you with the guard and not to attack you it wouldn't be such a fucking mess, would it," Evagaline spoke.
She didn't put her sword up though, she had felt the heat he had been radiating, if she hadn't mentioned the letter he probably would have attacked her.
"The guard is your mess to clean up, or not clean up, whatever. I suggest we make this little trade though because I don't plan on sticking around very long."
Dekka's gaze narrowed upon her.
"I fucking trust no one." Then he looked to the paper, then back up at her. "Ok, so a trade. Your life for that fucking letter?" he said, giving a more playful grin as he kept the sword pointed at her, dancing around in hesitation. A trade eh.. the book for the letter.. seemed fair enough but..
He was the fucking king of thieves, there had to be a better way for him to get both items, and well, maybe take the girl upon the table. Sex sounded good right about now.
OOC: just lool...
OOC: He always has the same thing on his mind lol.
"If you think you are skilled enough to take my life, well, I'm waiting," Evangaline spoke, her eyes trained on him, her hand steady and waiting as she pointed her sword at him.
She had complete faith in the fact that she would either get both items or leave with her book. She would handcuff herself to him if she had too.
He eyed her over. She seemed quite confident, and he was pretty good at reading people. Either that, or she was one hell of a poker player.
"Fine, we'll make a trade," he said, tossing the sword aside. If she tried something funny, hell, he'd fucking burn her.
"But first.. we do it on my terms."
"That all depends on your terms I suppose," Evangaline said as she put her word back in its sheath on her back.
"If your terms are something ridiculous, it will not be on your terms and you won't get your precious letters. I will burn them before I let you take them with out me getting my book, just so you know," Evangaline warned.
Dekka eyed her up, raising a brow before he grinned.
"And who's to say I can't burn your book?"
Then he grinned again.
"Well, the terms are quite fucking simple, really," he said, rubbing at the back of his head in an 'almost' sheepish manner. "We have sex on the fucking back table until we're both too fucking exhausted to fucking walk. The one who still has their fucking strength left wins." ANd he leered her. "So, do we have a deal?"
OOC: Just loool
one must wonder if he's serious XD
>_> sadly, he probably is
Evangaline crossed her arms, thinking. She honestly didn't care if he burnt the book, if he did it would make her life a lot more difficult, but not impossible.
"How do I know you won't try to drug me or hit me over the head or strangle me until I black out?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"I already know you are a very talented thief, better than most, how do I know you won't just try to take the letter than run?"
Dekka smirked.
"A clever girl. Never trust a thief," he pointed out. His eyes looked her over. "Alright, if you're not keen on my suggestion, what do you say?"
"I suggest we switch, and once I have what I want and you have what you want we can talk about... Later arrangements," She spoke biting her lips slightly. She placed her hand on her popped hip, waiting for a response.
"Because if he was the only guard we have a couple of hours," She spoke with a smirk.
Dekka took her in.
"That sounds awfully fucking tempting.." he began. "But.." his eyes snapped back to hers. "The question is how will I give you the book, and you give me those letters? Perhaps we ought to place them on opposing sides of a table and have at it?"
"Well I am not a thief, so technically you could trust me to hand you your letters once I get my book, because I don't trust you to play fair in that game either. Of course if you wanted a piece of my ass as much as you seem you do, you would play fair, but then again, that could just be a ploy, I bet these letters are from a lover, I doubt they would mean much other wise," Evangaline said, trying to read the man.
At her words, Dekka's face hardened. She hit it right on the mark. His expression turned sour.
"Does my reputation elude you? Or is there some sort of rumor or tale out there I have not heard? As the King of Thieves, I have quite a string of lovers, so I'm sure someone has suitably erected some sort of story to stir the hearts of women. Though I'm sure it would only, then in turn, seek to benefit me, since most women tend to be so fucking romantic. But I digress, we were talking about a trade. What if we... were to .. shake on it?" He said, eyeing her over before letting his eyes rest to hers as they sparkled with mirth, and sparkled with game.
"I am not from around here, so I suppose your reputation does elude you, but I, good sir, well, not so good, so I guess just sir, am not romantic. I have seen enough to know fairy tales don't exist. I also know enough that by the look that was on your face I have something rather important. I don't need that book as much as you want this letter," She spoke, a broad smile spreading across her face.
"Plus, since I know now that you are the king of thieves, if that is, truly who you are, how do I know you won't try to set me on fire once you get your precious letter?" Evangaline played.
Dekka snorted at the mention she hadn't known him. Hell, he made it a point to get around, so he was a bit irked by her response, but only let it show by the darkness of his grin. As she pressed on, she was trying his patience and he moved to hold up her book, his other hand catching a flame that lapped up against his fingers.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea.." Though when he went to actually light the book, his flames got snuffed out. But it obviously wasn't a planned routine. And he knew that feeling.
"Fuck." His eyes darted over towards the door where a pair of shadows were.
Mordecai; and they wasted no time in kicking open the door to the library of Uthlyn.
Gritting his teeth, he wasted no time in drawing out his grappling hook, taking aim towards the chandelier and firing. But before Evangeline could protest, he turned to her nad scooped an arm around her.
"Looks like it's time for us to make a grand exit," and he gave her a suave grin, then let go of the release, and the pair of them went sailing into the air, landing in the unlit chandelier above.
Before the man's flame went out she had already lost interest, she could already feel it, "Fuck, mordecai," She spoke to herself before getting scooped up by the man.
She wrapped her arms around his tightly because she wasn't really fond of the idea of falling to the ground. She wouldn't admit it to the man but she really hated heights.
"I guess we could switch out items now," She whispered in his ear, her chest shaking as she laughted silently, letting her hot breath fall on his ear.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she liked it, she was so excited.
She looked down over her shoulder, her mouth going dry at the sight of how far down the floor was and how high she was.
"So what is the next step of your plan, your majesty, I don't want to be a part of the mordecai's target practice," She whispered in his ear as she looked back at him.
The mordecai heard the explosion from his grappling hook gun, and they rushed their way, only to find themselves craning their necks as the pair of 'thieves' took homage in the chandelier.
"Hey! What are you two doing in here!? Halt! In the name of the Grand Duke!" the lead guard shouted.
But Dekka wasn't listening, his ears were a-buzz with the woman's words. He wasted no time, stuffing her book into her hand,a nd yanking his letters with the other.
"Consider the exchange over. And you can find your own way out." he said, and began to move carefully across the chandelier to the other side, about ready to aim the grappling gun towards the window, when one of the mordecai took aim with a gun.
The bullet whizzed between them- clanking against the brass metal of the thing and causing it to shake; and the explosion from the gun was enough to cause Dekka to drop his grappling hook gun.
SHIT!
"Fuck me!" Dekka whispered as he watched in horror as it dropped down to the ground. "Well, now we're screwed." he said cooly, turning back towards Evangeline as he wore a soured frown. "God any bright ideas, girl? Cause those men have guns, nd I think I hear them reloading."
They only had about a minute before they'd be ready- but then another bullet blasting their way had Dekka throwing his hands to his ears. "SHit."
They had more than one gun.
Evangaline sighed as she took her book and stuffed it into her pocket, glad that it was a small book.
She looked around, taking in the situation and how to get out of it.
"Well, by the looks of it this thing can be lowered, the thing is if it doesn't have a stop we will be dead, if it does we will have a free ride to the ground and the mordecai will get crushed," She started to speak as she started to climb up the chain of the chandelier.
"Keep them distracted while I see if there is some type of lever up here," She said as she quickly made it to the top. Once up the chain she didn't see any lever, but the chain was running through the hole in the ceiling, not anchored to it.
"Well fuck," She said looking down at the man, "Maybe jumping will work it loose and give us the floor, but I don't know," She said glancing down at the mordecai.
Dekka's mind was racing, his heart drumming inside his ears.
"Just fucking hurry up." Was all he said, keeping his eyes upon the mordecai, his mind racing, eyes flickering around as they were reloading their weapons. He licked his dry lips. FUCK! WHat were they going to do, and as he watched, and the men pointed their guns back up at them, he braced himself for the shot, when he heard one of the men go..
"Hey.. ain't this the device that man used to get up there?"
The others moved towards his side, lowering their weapons as they studied it.
"It looks like some sort of gun." And then the one man turned it over, realizing..
"It's a fucking grappling hook gun."
"Fuck me," Dekka whispered, gritting his teeth as he watched the men point it up at them.
"Let's see hwo well it works.." and the one guard shot it, and the hook nearly cleaved through Dekka's hair.
"God's fucking damn it," he said, moving uneasily within the chandelier as he watched the thing hook onto it. He narrowed his eyes on it, then held his breath, looking down at the men below. Was this for real? Were they really going to use his own device against him!?
"So how do we fucking use this thing to get up-"
ZZZZZZZZZZZT! and no sooner did the man speak it did he release his hold upon the trigger and went sailing u nito the chandelier. He let out a scream, grabbed on haphazardly to the edge of it as Dekka smirked and looked down at the man who was flailing around, having no idea how to climb up into the chandelier.
Dekka simply walked forward, the chandelier lightly swaying under his weight before he yanked his grappling hook gun off of the man.
"Thanks," he said, patting the dangling man upon the head before he turned to Evangeline and smirked. "Looks like we got ourselves a way out." ANd he wasted no time aiming the grappling gun at the open window, took aim, fired; latched onto the woman, pulling her close.
"Hey.. how about a kiss for the road?" Before he smashed his lips hotly against hers before releasing his finger ont he trigger, and the two went sailing across the air, lips still locked together before landing on the other side on the narrow window sill.
Evangaline climbed down when the mordecai picked up the grapple gun.
She moved her hand back to the handle of her sword, ready to fight until she realized what luck they were in.
The next thing she knew her body was pressed against the 'king of thieves' their lips pressed against each others as they sailed through the air.
Evangaline wrapped her arms around him tighter, running her tongue along his lower lip. She didn't even pull away immediately after landing. After a moment she did pull her lips away, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Can I know the name of the man who saved me from the evil mordecai?" She asked with a giggle.
"I thought we went over this?" he said, brushing a hand down her side, leaning in as if to take another kiss. "I'm the fucking King of Thieves." Then he stole another kiss, ramming his tongue into her mouth and wrestling it fiercely. And he moaned, his tongue vibrating against hers before he pulled away.
"Gods.." he said, moving towards the window now. "Let's get the hell out of here." ANd he slipped up and over, and quickly found himself standing on the roof top; once again standing in the rain.
"I don't think we did," Evangaline spoke before following him back out onto the roof. She shivered as the rain quickly soaked her again, before moving her hand to her lips.
Gods could that man kiss. If he could kiss like that she could only imagine what else he could do, her body started to tingle with anticipation. She would bed that man just so she could test her theory.
"This way" She spoke as she started to run along the rooftops, she had an advantage, she could sense Mordecai.
Dekka nodded and followed after her.
"So why this way? Don't forget I've got my hook," he said, giving her a grin. "We just need to find another, lower building to fall onto, and move down the line like a series of steps until we're on solid ground. Just keep your eyes peeled. Oh,.. what about over there?" and he noticed a brothel with a series of decorative rungs at the top of it's roof.
"That place might work nicely.." he said, giving his chin a light stroke with his thumb and a growing grin stretched across his lips. Yes.. a brothel would work nicely after an incident like that!
"This way because there was mordecai the other way," Evangaline spoke as she stopped looking at the brothel.
"Well it is perfect if you are a good shot with that thing," She spoke as she crossed her arms. She was sure that the man would attempt a shot just so if he made it he could brag and call himself the king of thieves some more.
"Am I a good shot?" Dekka said, giving a laugh. "I'll show you what the fucking king of thieves can do-"
SHNNNNNTK! and a blast from a gun down below ricocheted a musket into the shingles, sending sparks at their feet.
"Shit!" And Dekka nearly dropped the thing. "Looks like those damn guardsman are back!"
"Well then hurry up and fucking shoot the thing or lets go!" Evangaline said, giving the man a sharp look.
Evangaline jumped back after another SHNNNNNNNNTK!, this one closer.
"Never mind, you are too god damn slow," She spoke as she grabbed a hold of his wrist and took off running.
She never thought she would be the criminal on the run but here she was running for her life.
As Evangeline took him by the arm and ran, Dekka spun awkwardly on his heels and slipped on the rain soaked shingles. Falling harshly on his side, he was swearing up a storm.
"Gods, fucking, damnit!" he seethed, spitting out more cuss words as he scrambled to his feet, another bullet biting into the shingles.
"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!!"
Evangaline let go of the man, and took off running, if he wanted to live bad enough to would catch up, if he didn't, well, it wasn't her problem. She jumped off of the higher roof onto a lower one, landing in a roll and quickly jumping back to her feet.
Dekka followed after her, running up, then down the other opposing side of the roof, before jumping clean behind her and landing with a grunt. His eyes looked around the area, noted a smaller building towards the south side of this building they were on and took aim with his grappling hook gun.
"Come on, we gotta fly," and before she had a chance to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and the pair zoomed into the air. Though the roof they choose to land on was thatch, unlike the shingled roofs from earlier, so when the pair landed upon it, it was nice and cushioned.
"Ah, see? Piece of cake," he said, then took a step forward before suddenly falling through a loose spot int he roof, and landed in a huge bag of flower int he mill house below. The white powder consumed everything, and turned the building blindingly white, and after at time, Dekka was coughing through the dust storm of flour.
Well, at least he was alive? If even, now a white powdered mess.
Once again Evagaline was flying through the air clinging to the side of a man that she didn't even know the name of.
This time when she landed she took a deep breath while she could, but quickly lost it again as she watched the man fall through the roof. She busted out into fits of laughter, she had to cover her mouth to keep herself from being heard. She peeked into the hole he had made, seeing him covered in flour.
She grabbed onto the supports under the thatching and lowered herself gently down, looking at the man with a silly smirk on her face.
"Smooth move"
Dekka sat up, sputtering out the flour and wiping his flour covered fingers over his flour covered eyes.
"I.. meant to do that." He said, his grin cutting across his powdered face. "Maybe now, with me covered in this stuff, they'll think I'm a ghost and leave me alone." And joking aside he sat up now and looked around, eyes ever calculating his next move.
"But we've got to move. No doubt those soldiers are heading this way. Come on." And he moved towards the back of the building, as the mill wheel churned and creak. There was a small latched door, which was easy to open, just a flick of the lock, and the door was creaking open, and a cool , alley way was exposed to them. He swept a hand her way.
"Ladies first."
Evangaline looked at the open doorway then at the man then back at the door. She couldn't tell if he was trying to use manners or wanted to make sure that it was safe so he would get his head shot off if somewhat was somehow waiting.
Still he had been right, the guards were surly heading their way so she took off, back into the night and the rain. The alley way especially dark and she was quickly thankful for her good night vision. She didn't wait for The man, but let her eyes scan everything as she made her way briskly through the somewhat grimy alley.
She turned a corner and smiled. There was a somewhat dilapidated building, it was rather large so she knew they would be able to find at least one room that would be half decent to stay in. She without a second thought she started to crawl through a hole in the boards that covered a window. It was tricky but she managed to get inside. She doubted the man could get through the hole so she moved to the door to unlock it.
Now standing in the rains, Dekka looked like a soggy sack of... something. The flour was washing off, but some of it caked to his skin, especially around his knuckles and the crease and folds in his face, arms and clothing. When the building was spotted, he commented, "Maybe we can hide in here." and frowned when she slinked inside without so much as a thought his way. He peered in through the hole
"Yeah, I can't fucking fit through this thing.. " and was about ready to punch the hole open larger when he heard a click. Turning the corner, he smirked as he saw her open the door.
"I suppose there's a use for you after all," he said with a grin as he stepped inside.
Evangaline laughed, "Being small and flexible has more than one advantage sweet cheeks," Evangaline said with a wink before she turned.
"Make sure you shut and lock that door back behind you," She spoke as she took a few steps into the building.
"And try not to fall through the floor," She added as she looked around. It appeared that the place was once a very nice, maybe even a high end inn before it got run down.
"I'm a fucking king. Kings do not fall."
Though no sooner did he say that did his boot slip a bit on the floor. He took a moment to wipe off his boots as best he could on an old, rotted carpet before raising his eyes and glancing around. It was hard to discern all of the details of the place, but he lifted up a hand, and allowed for a gentle flicker of light to remain blazing in a cupped out hand. He raised it up, staring at the ceiling and smirked at the lacings of spider web strung across the chandelier. THen he looekd to one side, old tables spilled over, most of them too broken to be of any use, and an old piano resting in the corner. THough at a noise, he closed his fist, the flame going out. The soldiers were in the streets.
He held a finger to his lips to gesture to Evangeline to be quiet as he silently slunk back into the shadows, hoping to the Gods they hadn't seen them as they strolled past on their patrol.
Evangaline laughed at the mans boot slipped through the floor.
She didn't need his warning about the guards though, one was a mordecia, she could feel them coming. By the time the man put out his flame she had already retreated to the shadows.
Other than the one window she had managed to slip through everything was boarded up pretty good. The only thing that would really have alerted them so someone being in the building was the mans damned flame. Why couldn't everyone have good eyesight?
The guards halted beside the gaping hole int he side of the building. One man looked in, observed the darkness before pressing on.
"I don't see anything here, check that other alley!" the man called, and as soon as their footsteps began to fade away, Dekka peered out from behind the shadows, half his face cast in the pale glow of the midnight moon. He frowned.
"God damn fucking guards.." he said through his teeth. "Well, come on then, seems they've passed for now. We can either check this place out and lay low, or keep on moving. I think the guards were going west, so we could slip out of the city on the east end. That ends less guarded anyways."
Evangaline walked towards the man, placing her hands on his chest.
"Well unless you are afraid of spiders or ghost," She stated, eyes the man up slowly, "I have an idea of some things we can do here," She spoke, a hint of lust in her voice. She leaned forward, kissing his neck gently at first.
"Plus, if we stay here for a while the guards will get other concerns on their mind and will think we have left town," She added before nipping his neck, letting her hands slowly slide down his chest.
It was dark and cold in that abandoned Inn, but her kisses at his neck sent shivers up his spine, and a flush began to coat his body, heating him up.
"You... have a pretty fucking good idea there.." he said, barely able to contain a moan at her advances, nor was he able to keep hidden what was swelling in his pants as he grabbed her by the hips and grinded his crotch against hers.
"Why don't you show me exactly what you fucking had in mind, and perhaps... I'll play along."
"By what I feel nudging against me, I don't think I will have to worry about you not playing along," Evangaline said as she pulled back her hood. Her hair was bit bit of a mess but pulled out of her eyes and with the moonlight hitting her just right, the man would be able to see her different colored eyes.
She didn't waste any time as she started to pull at his tunic as she pushed him back against a wall.
WIth her long, wild burgundy hair exposed, and a set of mismatching eyes that hung half hidden beneath a thick part of her hair that had fallen over her face; he moved hand to cup at the back of her head, and gripped into her hair, lips smashing against hers as he kissed her long and deep. And she wasn't the only one fumbling at the other's clothing as he began to work at peeling her cloak off. It was rain soaked anyways, and as skin began to become revealed, he was soon nursing at the tops of her breasts.
Dear gods could that man kiss, with his lips smashed against hers, only parting when clothes were coming off, her head was already spinning with anticipation.
She made quick work of the man's tunic and undershirt and was soon left with only her bustier on her upper half. She ran her hands over the man's shoulders and chest, he was one hell of a male specimen. She then moved her hands down to her bustier, working on loosening the strings enough so she could just slip to just slip it off.
"You should tell me your name so I know what I should be moaning later," Evangaline spoke, her body arched slightly as her hands made quick work of her Bustier.
She might have been making quick work of her bustier, but it wasn't fast enough for him.
He pushed her hands aside, gripped his hands into the laces, and gave a quick grunted pull and tore the laces apart. The bustier fell clumsily away, though was replaced by skillful hands that moved across her warm, soft flesh. His lips were working at her neck now, and once he made it up to her ear, he laughed subtly with a hot breath that splayed across her ear.
"Dekka," he growled, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear. "Dekka Blade."
A chill ran up Evangaline's spine as he sank his teeth into her yielding flesh.
"Dekka," Evangaline spoke, letting the name roll off of her tongue, her voice husky and full of lust.
She let her nails scrape down his chest then his abdomen, not caring to be gentle about it, before her hands quickly got to work on his pants.
"Well Dekka blade," Evagaline moaned softly, "Give my thinks to who ever taught you how to kiss."
Dekka gave a soft, throaty laugh that came out in a breath against her skin.
"Would you believe this was all just natural?" he said playfully, his tongue drawing down her neck before his lips sealed to corner where her neck met to her shoulder and began to suck and kiss and nibble upon her sensitive flesh. His hand were moving with need, grabbing onto her chest firmly, as if they were ripe melons as he gave them a few massaging squeezes before lowering his lips down onto them, and his tongue began to lap and twist around her nipples, before taking one fully into his mouth and began to suck on it hard.
Evangaline bit her lip as she felt his skilled mouth sucking on her chest. Her mouth gaped for a moment in pleasure before she let out a deep moan.
"Never would I believe a man could be this good unless he had one hell of a teacher," She spoke, her voice low as she moved one hand to his head. Her fingers lacing into his hair and pulling him closer. Her other hand busy retrieving his member.
Dekka smiled against her breast, then moved his head from one side angled to the other, taking most of it into his mouth and sucking hard as his tongue wetly rolled across it.
"I'm a perfectionist, and I don't hesitate to ask, and it only takes a few drinks, a bit of rum, a bit of cherry, to get a woman telling me about everything she wants," he spoke in nearly a purr that vibrated his lips against her flesh. And as she moved to touch him, he gasped in anticipation, his entire body shuddering against the feeling. He was hard and his body eager, and between them they were making a wild fire. Gods, did he ever want her, and wasted n time pinning her up roughly against the wall, his hands moving down her form, drinking in her details with his fingers as his lips moved from her chest and through a panted breath, his lips smashed to hers again.
It was only then did another voice ring out int he darkness...
"Hey- Gerald, I think I hear something.."
Dekka's lips faltered.
"That old abandoned inn.... I thought I heard something from inside."
The other guard tried to hush the other one, and Dekka growled against Evangeline's neck.
"Shit."
Evangaline brought her lips to Dekka's ear.
"Well doesn't this make things exciting," She whispered as she pulled several small throwing knives out of her pants. She was glad that the guards hadn't come later when her pants were off. She pulled Dekka closer to her form in the shadow, one of her hands still entangled in his hair.
"Shhh, my little man toy, let them get a little closer," She whispered hotly into his ear.
Dekka's cheeks heated into a blush. Guards be damned he was going to take this woman right here and then, and worked at removing her pants and his. He could still hear the guards making their way around the building, but he didn't care. He had about one fucking thing on his mind right then, and his lips and hands were all over it.
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Evangaline was finding it hard to concentrate with Dekka but she was damn sure not going to ask him to stop. She kept the knives tightly in her grip, once the guards were in range they would be good as dead, if she couldn't distract them and get them to turn around. She leaned her head back against the wall, biting her lip. It took every ounce of concentration in her body but she managed to cause a slightly fiery, small explosion in the other direction. She prayed that would give them enough time to get their goodies.
The small explosion was enough to distract the guards who he heard running the other way, and soon Dekka was making fiery explosions of his own. Never a man to turn down a chance to prove himself, he pretty well consumed by his new lady of interest that when the guards returned and busted down the door, he barely had a chance to spit out, "Fuck," before he whirled around, taking one of the knives clean out of Evangeline's hands and thrust it into the chest of one of the approaching guards.
The guard, who was already wide eyed to see what he had walked in on, was now wide eyed with death, before he slumped over. But his companion was quick to draw his sword. And it was only then Dekka felt his powers return. He must've just killed the mordecai.
Quick thinking had Dekka dodging the first swing, and then following up with an upper cut of his own, his entire fist bursting with flames before he slammed it into the man's cheek. The guard went down with a scream, his cheek now scorching and burning wit the fire emblem now permanently burned across his face.
"Take that fucking mark with you to the grave," Dekka spat. "And let the others fucking know the king of thieves was here." In one swift motion, he put his pants back on, hefted up his grappling hook guna nd once he was ready to go, he turned to Evangeline and threw his other supplies over his shoulder.
"Let's find another fucking place to finish this, shall we?"
And once she was ready, he wrapped an arm around her waste and the pair of them flew up into the third floor of the run down inn, propelled by the grappling hook gun that now clung into the roof top.
Evangaline giggled as she watched him fight, she always liked a man who could take care of the problem she she didn't have to.
She only picked up her clothes, she didn't bother putting them back on, there was no need to.
"You know before too long we will have the whole guard chasing out asses, right?" Evangaline spoke as she dropped her things on the flood, letting her lips trail kissed along his neck.
As she kissed at his neck, Dekka growled out a moan.
"Why don't we find a roof top and finish this out in the rain?" Though could the pair of them really make it that far? It seemed even Dekka was getting distracted as he kissed her hotly, keeping her close while trying to work his grappling hook free with his one raised arm.
Evangaline laughed against his ear before sucking on his earlobe, letting on of her hands enter his pants.
"Are you sure you want to wait that long, I don't think any of the guards will catch us up here, the stairs probably are too weak," She spoke, chuckling a bit. She honestly didn't care where as long as it was soon. She was tired of interruptions already.
Dekka wasn't sure he could wait that long as he moaned against her ministrations.
"Keep that up and we won't make it to the roof." he said, and with a grunt, he loosened his grappling hook, but wasted no time pushing her up against the wall, kissing hotly at her neck before moaning and tearing away from her.
"Come on," he groaned. "Let's find a place they really won't be looking for us." And as he slipped out onto the shingles, he peered around and noticed a small alcove above a window perched upon the roof. He grinned. Helping her beside him, he crawled low and stepped inside. It was cramped, but they wouldn't need much room as he yanked her in with him, pulling her ontop of him as his hands began to roam all over her body as lips met to lips and he was working at unlacing (once again) the front of his pants.
The small window alcove smelled of old, musty wood, and of rain. And the sound of the rain on the roof top of the window was heavenly, just like that moment when he finally got what he wanted.
Dekka couldn't get his pants undone fast enough and soon her hands were between him, helping him. She bit his lower lip as she moaned, her hands slowly roaming over his body, her nails raking against his skin roughly as she enjoyed the moment, both finally getting what they wanted.
Pleasure flooded Evangalines mind as her lips moved to Dekkas neck, where she nipped and sucked on his flesh.
Making love on a roof top was something he could now add to his growing list, as Dekka Blade shivered contentedly beneath the woman now laying across his mostly naked form. The rain was a bit chilly, spraying them lightly as a few rumbles of thunder could be heard, and blue streaks of lightning illuminated all that was slick and wet from the rain.
HIs hands moved to rake through her hair, his eyes closing, appearing almost as if he were to fall asleep. The moment had been necessary, or so he thought; and the danger of their situation of being chased and could possibly be found only added to the distinct flavor of their session of making love. But now, as the hour had gone and passed, he was pleased with this, and didn't feel the slightest bit guilty he had met this woman for a one time romp on a rooftop when trying to find the letters from his lover in the capital.
He and Kathryn had been playing games since the beginning, and he was growing irritable and restless for it. He needed a good lay now more than ever, and Evangeline was reeping the benefits from a man so skilledwho had gone so long without it; that he gave it his all, and nothing was left unfulfilled. So he nestled into her, not realizing he was showing any affections as he groaned out from pure ectasy and now, tiredness from their event.
"That was fucking worth nearly getting shot by a pistol," he growled, shuffling himself beneath her, but didn't move to leave. It was nice here, even as his body ached in the compromising position he was in, crammed inside the little alcove. But hey, this was just a moment of heaven. The moment they two would part, the adventure and dangerous would begin again.
Evangaline laughed.
"I'm glad you think so," She spoke, her lips against his chest as she lounged on him. Her body was relaxed with her after glow. If she was not careful she could probably even fall asleep even with the pending danger.
"If every criminal in Connloath gives a lay like you, I won't mind running into a few more," She added with a laugh.
"Won't your lady friend be mad?" She asked, lifting her head slightly, looking up at Dekka. "I have never met a lady friend that didn't mind you fucking their man friend," She added as she laid her head down. She honestly didn't care, she never had before, what would change that now.
Evangaline started to laugh, seeming very amused at some unknown thing before raising her head again, "I don't even think I told you my name,"She said seeming to find the subject extremely funny.
Then her body became rigid, before she pushed herself up fast, her face seemed a bit pained. She moved a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes hard. Her magical radar like sense were becoming gibberish and causing a great sense of pain, and there was only one type of person that caused that.
"I suggest we go," She said as she made a v line back into the window to retrieve her clothing.
Dekka snorted at her words.
"Lady friend... right," he said, closing his eyes and sighing as he relaxed into the wood work, though visibly was still tensed. "She's thrown me through enough loops that it should be forgiven if I fucking fuck the whole town." he sighed, then opened one eye at her, smirking.
"A name might be nice if we'd want to do this again," he said cooly, then when her face twisted in pain, his own twisted in confusion.
"What's wrong?" he said, sitting up once she began to move. He followed after her silently, tieing up his pants as he went. He peered over his bare shoulder, a frown upon his lips, his braid hanging off his back side. He saw nothing from where he was climbing up the roof top.. did she sense something he could not see?
Dropping down inside, he finished tying his pants and grabbed for his clothes.
The pain on Evangaline's face never left as she threw on her clothes, not even bothering to take the time to put her bustier back on.
She rubbed her temples, taking a deep breath.
"I suppose your status and your little face burning fun has attracted the attention of some of the elite modecai... What are their names? Knights of the white lilly or whatever?" She spoke, her brain feeling like it was frying inside of her skull.
Dekka didn't know about her power and how they worked so she was sure he would be confused about her random pain and knowledge, but she wasn't in the exact mood to sit there and try to explain it.
"We have to go now, they are close!" Evangaline said as she pulled up her hood. She headed for the window, if Dekka wanted to stay he could, but she wasn't going to take the chance.
Dekka's brow furrowed.
"How do you know the moredcai are coming?" he asked, following after. "I didn't see anyone when we were on the roof top." He shuffled his supplies over his shoulder, ensuring his grappling hook was secure. "You got some sort of power you're not telling me about?"
"I never told you what exactly my powers are, you just assumed I was simply a fire mage," Evangaline called over her shoulder as she ran over the rooftops, jumping and landing in a roll to lower levels. They would be too easy to follow if they remained in the rooftops for too long. She would have to find same where else. She honestly didn't care what he decided to do with himself, she had got everything she had wanted out of him.
Dekka growled and followed after her.
"Well you were certainly shooting sparks of flames before. So if you're not a fucking fire mage, what the hell are you?" he asked between pants and grunts as he ran and jumped and leaped from roof top to roof top behind her.
"I don't know what exactly you would call it," Evangaline said, avoiding his question as she continued to run. She kind of thought it was funny to see his get flustered. She became rather sadistic when she herself was in pain, so his little growl just made her laugh.
"Well, that doens't fucking answer my question," he replied, smartly. "You can cast fire, what are you well versed in many elemental magics?" he inquired. "Or do you just like being difficult?" he asked through a grunt as he landed in a crouch beside her. He slowly raised up, peering over the roof top, just as the sparks from a bullet cut across the tile. He grit his teeth.
"Damn, these guardsman are good. Lucky for us they have fucking bad aim."
"I just like being difficult," She said as she tackled him, saving him from getting struck by a bullet. She looking down on him, laughing.
"It seems I just can't get up from this position," She said with a smirk before rolling off of him and jumping of the other side of the roof, it would take the guards to get on the other side.
"Come on slow poke, you are suppose to be the king of thieves," She poked with a howl of laughter.
Before Dekka knew it, he was on his back, and the woman- pinning him down upon the rough shingles. Even still, with his breath barely being caught, he smirked. Rising to his feet, he only smiled and followed after her silently, his eyes laughing, but none coming from his lips.
"I'm the King of Stealing, which reminds me I need to find some fucking gold for this. And that moment on the roof top doesn't count," he joked, his grin stretching more wildly across his face.
"And I suppose you, yourself are something of a thief? You seem a bit too dexterous to be a flower girl from the market."
"You would never believe what I am even if I told you," Evangaline called out, her fits of laughter coming harder after her words. She paused, waiting for Dekka, "Okay thief boy, time to put your gun to good use. We need to get down, there is a manhole there. We can slip into that and then you can plan on how to get another type of gold," She said with a wink.
Dekka smirked, aimed his grappling gun at the street without even looking and fired. A second later, the two were in the ally way, and Dekka, grunting as he lifted the man hole cover up.
"I'm not sure I'm exactly thrilled be running through the sewers, but hey, might as well add that to my fucking collection of stories." With the man hole set aside, he gestured towards her.
"Ladies first."
Evangaline started down into the sewers without another thought. Dekka didn't know he was running around with a bounty hunter, so he didn't know he had the advantage of a woman who knew how guards thought.
Before long to dropped to the floor, looking up to see Dekka follow her. "Make sure you put the man cover back or they will know where we went," She called up.
He wasn't born yesterday, and as he crawled in after her, he sealed the cover shut. Dropping down beside her, he looked around at the sewer and the river of muk.
"Well, isn't this cozy? It smells pleasantly like shit."
"I'm so glad you noticed," Evangaline said with a bit of a smirk as she walked along the sewers, watching her step very closely, she didn't want to end up stepping in a turd or something, she would probably puke if she did.
Despite it being dark and rainy, and the pair of them being beneath the city streets of Uthlyn, Dekka knew exactly where they were.
"Hey, take a left up here. If we continue down that way, we ought to end up in the slums. It will be quieter there and less guards when we sneak back to the fucking surface."
"I am glad you know this town better than I, I literally just got here tonight," Evangaline said with a laugh as she turned left. They were losing the knight of the white lilly, her head was not pounding as bad as it had been. She wondered why those guards had such a strong impact on her senses.
"If you are a mage, why do you live in Connlaoth?"
"Why not? It's been rather good for business, and so many people around here have a fucking stick up their ass it makes my job a bite easier, though with my reputation, and all of fucking Connlaoth being aware I'm a mage makes a simple job a bit more... dangerous." His grin curled at the ends now as he looked over towards her
"And I am not exactly one to embrace something that's so easy. Give me a bit of a fucking challenge and I'm pretty complacent. A challenge and a hell of a prize to be gained at the end of the day. There's a certain thrill to Connlaoth other places don't have. And it might just be that this place is full of idiots. Though the fucking politics might be enough to make you sick, but if you follow them enough, you can find yourself in a whole other world... and on a whole other playing field to get a higher variety of riches."
That being said, he frowned now as he looked her over.
"If you're a mage and you're aware of the political banter against mages here, why have you bothered to come here? I don't think I'd believe you if you fucking said it was for that god damn book."
Evangaline looked away, she could keep her face straight, but he would be able to read her eyes like a book.
"Family business, this book is coded, my aunt left clues on how to find her, she is being hunted," She spoke, her voice cold and sharp as steel, it was clearly not a wise topic to stay on.
"I don't know why they moved here in the first place, I guess they liked the structure, but now, with the mage wars, its no place for anyone who isn't on a side and ready to fight," Evangaline said with a slightly frustrated sigh.
Dekka nodded.
"We're mages, we're all being hunted," he replied smartly. But the realizing that might not have been the wisest, most sympathetic thing to say, he shrugged. "So you're trying to help out the cause?" He had heard about the resistance, but he had no reason to try to join. His work was already pretty dangerous, and he was not a fucking soldier. He knew the dangers of living here. The other mages should learn to fess up, too.
"No, I'm trying to find my aunt, uncle, and two little cousins and get them the fuck out of this mess before the entire country breaks out into civil war," Evangaline spoke, the fun loving carefree attitude gone from her features. When it came to her family she was serious.
"Civil war?" Dekka sneered. "You're a little late for that. The fighting's already begun. Since the last Grand Duke was murdered, the nobles have seen fit to make this a fucking all out war against anyone with magic in their fucking blood. The boarders are extra tight, too. The North, I heard there are fucking mage camps, where I'm pretty sure they're just slaughtering all who reside there, or worse. Then the south; depending where you're going, they've got soldiers assigned to each town to investigate any travelers carrying a load. I think they're afraid out side mages might get in while the country is still adjusting to these new fucking laws." He rolled his eyes. "Though with all of these nobles and soldiers running around, it's been making my job either easier or more difficult. Everyone's got their money and jewels so fucking tightly sealed it's like trying to fuck a virgin priestess." He shook his head.
"So you're trying to move an entire family? Good luck with that. They'd probably fuckin' spot the lot of you before you'd be able to get out of the boarder. Though if you take any of the wooded paths you might be safer."
And then he shrugged. Did it matter to him if they got out? Probably not, but god damn this war. It was getting on his fucking nerves. And he was debating if sticking around because he had a thing for the Grand Duke's wife would even be worth it. Sure, he liked things dangerous...
but he also liked keeping his head.
"How do you think I got in here genius? If I got in, I can get out. I wouldn't be searching for my family if I didn't already have a plan on how to get them out safely," Evangline spoke, her voice rather sharp, like she was on edge.
"Plus, my aunt and uncle aren't completely helpless, they don't have my skills no, but they know their way around a few weapons, at least enough to get themselves out. I will be getting my little cousins out, once I track them down. We will not be traveling as a big horde of people," She added crossing her arms.
"You must really think I am stupid if you thought I was going to try to get them out all together," She spoke after a few minutes of silence.
"So who is your lady friend, the one who left you the letters?" Evangaline asked, looking up with an eyebrow raised and a hint of a smirk.
"Well, you got caught by a thief in a library..." Dekka said with a grin, but only shrugged in silence as she explained herself. But at the last inquiry, he shrugged again.
"Ain't none of your fucking business."
Then again, him flirting around and playing naughty with the Grand Duke's wife was something to brag about... he just didn't feel like doing it.
"Oh now you are being all hush hush mister 'king of thieves," Evangaline said making quotation marks in the air, clearly mocking him. She figured it had to be someone that he somewhat cared for, she or he, whatever his preference was they had to be more than a good lay because the subject alway made Dekka go all tight lipped.
Dekka grinned at her. "A man's got to have some secrets." Then be gave her a once over. "Why are you inquiring?" He grinned. "Jealous?"
"Me, jealous, Ha, you are hilarious, you should be a comedian," Evangaline spoke as she howled with laughter.
"You aren't my type, well, not my type to actually be in a relationship, you aren't exactly someone I could bring to meet my parents," She spoke, laughing at the thought.
Dekka smirked.
"Some young women run away to elope, to escape the injustices of their parents," he replied simply, his eyes dancing with the light of laughter. "But by the way you speak, it seems you're still a prisoner to their chains." And he raised a brow at her simply, as if to challenge her in his subtle inquiry.
"I didn't run away sweet heart," Evangaline said shaking her head.
"You have no idea what you are talking about. I give you an e for effort but that is it. They do not hold me in any way. If you were more than the good lay type and I was interested they wouldn't stop me. You aren't the settling down type though," Evangaline replied back.
Dekka smirked coldly at her.
"And you have no idea what you're talking about. So I suppose we part ways here? It was a good lay, as you said. Perhaps we can fuck later?" And he bowed gracefully but once, his braid spilling over his shoulder before he raised his head to look at her, eyes half lidded in a condescending stare.
Evangaline laughed at Dekka.
"Sweet cheeks, you might have been good, but not good enough for a round two," She said seemingly without a second thought.
"Go find that boo thing of yours, I bet she misses you, plus, how can you be the settling down type if you have her but fucking random girls you find in the library?" She added before climbing out of the sewer.
Dekka only smirked at her words, following after her as he glanced around the city streets. He wasn't about to give her the time of day to reply to her questions, considering, she hit the nail on the head and he didn't want to admit it. That, or that he was a bitch to his girl. There was something about Kathryn that drove him crazy.
Perhaps he ought to forget about her and those damn letters.
"Seems like we've got some more hours of darkness." then he turned to her, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Well, it's been fun." and he gave a subtle smirk, a shrug, then turned to leave her as he was on his way. He had better things to do, more girls to fuck and...
Those damn letters to read.
Evangaline laughed as she let them part ways, not mentioning she had pick pocketed the letters from Dekka, figuring he would figure it out eventually. She wanted to know what they said, what this woman was like and why she seemed to seem to mean so much, yet so little to Dekka, the "king of thieves".
If she were to read the letters, she'd open a world scented in a woman's perfume; and scandalous dreams that would make even the whores blush. Though who knew if she had the time before Dekka realized, as he swore through his teeth, that the letters were gone. He wasn't about to leave the city until he got them back...
and to make that woman pay for trying to make a fool of him.
If there was one thing that Evangaline was good at, it was disappearing in the night. The moment she was out of Dekka's sight she took off like a shadow into darkness. She knew how to disappear in a crowd, that was one skill that had helped her survive as long as she had in the profession she was in. She thought about going to the little alcove they had been in earlier, to tempt fate, knowing he would probably go looking there but decided against it. She didn't really want to see the man again, well at least that is what she told herself. If she really didn't want to see him again she wouldn't have stolen the letters.
Despite the guards being alerted to trouble, Dekka moved silently through the city, his eyes cleaving through the shadow in hopes to find a clue as to where Evangeline had gone off to. Chasing a moving target, and one as skilled in stealth as Evangeline would prove difficult- but there was something about a challenge that always excited him; so despite his blood simmering over what she had done, other things were simmering as well...
Evangeline, Evangeline... where for art though, Evangeline?
Evangaline found a little courtyard that was hidden away behind a wall. She moved into the darkest corner before pulling out the letters. She let her eyes scan the letters, her face turning a slight pink and a soft giggle escaping her like a little school girl. She wasn't even paying attention to if Dekka was getting close, if she could feel his power, she was to focused on the letters.
It would be his shadow that would find her fist as she stepped up behind her, staring down at the letters pinched between her fingers.
"Fantasies no different than yours, I presume?" Dekka said, not attempting to snipe his letters back from her, but rather, he felt amused he caught up to her again so easily. "If you want to know more about the letters, they're just another indication for the notches on my bed post. Though as they come from a lady of refinement, I place a bit more value on them for she herself, would be a lot more valuable than you fucking ever will be." And nonchalantly, he leaned against the side of the building, eye brows raised in expectants, though again, he made no move to retrieve those letters she had already broken the seal on and were reading.
Evangaline turned to face Dekka laughing.
"As I said, you aren't good enough for a round two, and sweet cheeks, these fantasies are child's play compared to things I could come up with. If I didn't want you to find me you wouldn't have, trust me, you are not the bad ass you obviously think you are," Evangaline said, flames flaring behind her eyes as she fed off of Dekka's powers. She then held up the letters, and quickly set them ablaze without a hesitation.
Though Dekka's words might have hurt Evangaline, her body language nor expression showed it. Her expression was cool and empty.
No she wasn't royal, but she was better than him, she had more of a life built than he did. He was just a weak man who would probably die of syphilis before he was forty.
His stomach turned into a chilled knot when she used her powers to light up his letters. His gaze hardened on her, but he pretended to be unphased.
"Yet you stuck around for me to find you..." he said, cocking his head to one side, and refolding his arms across his chest. "I wonder why?"
Evangaline smiled as she saw the flicker across his eyes. Her burning his letters got to him.
"Maybe because I enjoy toying with you, like a cat does with a mouse before killing it," She replied, her expression clearly amused.
"Just like the woman who wrote these letters I bet, if she is royal do you really think she cares anything about you, I bet she it just giving you lip service so she can get a good lay when she wants it. You think she loves you, I just think you are a late night booty call."
Dekka sneered coldly.
"I told you... those letters were a mere notch to my bed post." Though his words came out more of a growl as he looked her over. To think, he fucked that? He turned from her.
"You'll have to find a new mouse to play with. I'm going back to my fuckin' hole."
Evangaline laughed again.
"For those letters to be just a notch in your bedpost, you are being awful bitchy about them. I think you like the girl, maybe even love her," Evangaline taunted.
Love..
He used to think he knew what it was; but that wasn't an emotion the King of Thieves gave away so freely. Idly, his fingers traced over the ring almost hidden on the necklace he wore- reminding himself the costs of wrong decisions, and indecisions.
But now the stakes were much higher, and he couldn't deny his affair with the Grand Duchess herself was completely passion and pleasure, but it was definitely a source. He dropped his hand away and turned to glance back at Evangeline as he tilted his head.
"And what would a fuckin' little girl know about love?"
"Probably more than a bitter old man who knows he is past his prime and on the edge of losing his crown, or, better put, so called crown. So he will no longer be known as the 'king of thieves' but simply as an old bitter man who had no purpose. I doubt anyone will remember your name when you die of syphalis by the age of forty, or you might even go before that. My name will be remembered. I will be missed, you on the other, will be like dust blowing in the wind, no one will care," Evangaline said, aiming her blow at the man's ego.
For a good long while Dekka stared at Evangeline. Not entirely sure how to take that statement his lips cracked into a grin and his chest convulsed suddenly as he tossed his head back into a full bellied laugh.
"You want to be fucking remembered? Is that your game? Then stop playing a fuckin' fool. I know your game, child, and you're fucking right, I'm too fucking old to play with shit. Besides, learn well, fame comes with a fucking price. I've got a title, and you.. well.."
He looked her over critically with a dry laugh. "You've got nothing but ash on your hands and a pile of my fuckin semen inside you." And he gave her the middle finger with a flame lapping around it.
Then he simply turned away from her, making his exit down the alley.
What a fucking crummy night. And now with those letters gone.. he had no idea where he was supposed to meet Kathryn, next.
The last part caught Evangelines nerves the wrong way. For a moment she couldn't even move as she felt her skin rise in temperature from both the rage she felt and the power she was getting from Dekka. Her name was already known where she was from for being a bounty hunter.
A dark twisted smile started to spread across her face. She knew there was a bounty on his head, and she was planning on taking it, not because he was a mage, but because he was an asshole.
So without another moment of hesitation she unleashed a furry of flames on Dekka. She knew she couldn't kill him with his own power, but she could injure him enough to take him.
He felt the heat as she came after him. He was making a casual get away, not wanting to deal wiht the likes of her anymore when suddenly he turned around to meet the flames. He wasn't in the mood to play games as he punched his fist through the wall of flames she thrust his way- his own powers flaring up as they mingled together- and it was int hat moment he flinched back, realizing-
"Fuck- are you trying to fucking burn a fucking fire mage?" he said, feeling his body instantly slick with sweat as her flames roared past his own.
Pissed, he growled through his teeth as his flames shot up around him in a tower of light, might and heat as he gripped his hands into fists as the steam and scorched smoke came pillowing off his flesh from her attack.
"Play times over girl," he said, breathing heavily, his muscle tense. "You're fucking dead."
And he drew his hand back, and with as much power as he could muster, he swung a fiery fist at her face,hoping to not only scar her with a branding from his scorching hot ring on his middle finger, but to also knock some sense into her and put her in his place.
Evangaline saw his attack coming from a mile away, it was the same thing he had done to the guard earlier. Evangaline shivered as she let a wave of power flow over her skin, it was hard to tell if there were flames burning in her eyes of if it was just reflections of the flames that were burning around her.
Her flames were different than Dekka's, her flames were blue because they burnt hotter than Dekka's. At the last moment she ducked, throwing her shoulder into Dekka's midsection with a bit of force.
She had to be smart about this. He was older and stronger, she had to use her speed and her magic for the upper hand, she had to snuff out his flames.
If she thought she could knock the man over with just a shoulder rush, she had another thing coming. Though it was enough to off-set his own attack, Dekka stumbled back and grunted as he caught himself, his own flames fluttering wildly as he swore between his teeth,t heir flames mixing together as he felt himself getting burned.
But being pissed as he was, he was as dangerous as the magic he wielded, and in a blind fury, he grabbed onto her hair and pulled on it- hard.
Though whatever attack he might have had for the girl would have to come at a later time-f or in that moment their powers were suddenly snuffed out as Dekka growled in her face and turned away from where he was about to sock his fist into her.
"Mordecai," he growled, and dropped the girl, but not before tossing her to the ground.
"I hope you like singing to the guards, 'cause I'll fucking see you later." And without hesitation, he drew out his hook shot and fired a blast a nearby roof, and released his hold on the trigger and took off into the air, sailing out of sight.
Evangaline let herself fall to the ground without even trying to catch herself, not because she didn't want to but because she had to become the victim. The toss he gave her plus the impact to the ground made her nose bleed, plus with the mud from the ground she did look like a poor site. She prayed that the Mordecai that were near were men, and had the hero syndrome as she liked to call it.
She she let herself lay there was they came running, she even let herself start to cry a little bit.
Naturally, the guards would buy the words coming from such a sweet face- but Dekka knew better. Traipsing along the roof tops, he moved as swiftly as he could, trying to get as much distance between himself, and the whore.
Ooc; Lol. Even internally he's calling her names XD
OOC: He is just mad because she is right, and the truth hurts XD lol
She reached her hand up, weakly calling for help as the guards drew closer. They were like putty in her hands, just like Dekka would be soon enough. They bought her story of how the man ambushed her without a second thought. One of the guards even picked up as she pretended that her ankle got hurt in the scuffle as she tried to defind herself from the horrid fire mage.
"Sound to me like the King of Thieves," one of the men commented.
"It's been said he's been lurking around Reajh since the uprisings," the other muttered.
The first guard shook his head, and took Evangeline's hands and squeezed them, "Don't worry miss, we'll hunt him down. And once we do, we'll have him hung in your honor."
The man's partner elbowed the man who was 'over doing' his flirting with Evangeline- but the woman was exquisitely beautiful, and her charms did not fail as he was putty in her hands. If she wanted the King of Thieves head on a plate, he'd find a way to do so! Plus, how cool would i tbe to say he was the one that brought in the infamous criminal anyway? Dekka Blade has caused enough ruckous and thieving for one life time. I twas time to take the King down...
Helping Evangeline to her feet, the guards rallied together, and upon torch light, took to the streets, hunting the fire mage down like a dog.
But Dekka was quick,a nd was making his way towards the outskirts of the city, so if the guards wanted to catch him- they were going to have to be quicker than that.
Evangaline fluttered her eyes at the guards before placing her hand on the guard's chest, looking up into his eyes.
"I'm so glad you came to my rescue, I don't know how I could ever repay you, if you didn't come when you did," Evangaline said looking down while letting her hand slowly slide down the guard's chest, "He would have done god knows what to me."
Evangaline knew the guard was all hers, she could see the beads of sweat form on his skin.
She looked up at him, "After you kill find him, and kill him, I will have to find a way to repay you," She said fluttering her lashes at the guard before stepping back and letting them go hunting him.
Once they were out of sight she started hunting him herself, running along roof tops and in back allies, using her senses to not let him get too far away.
Dekka had a head start, and would not be found so easily, so while Evangaline was making her way via rooftops, Dekka was keeping to the shadows and the streets. He had enough rooftop rendez-vous for one night, and eventually, found his way at the city gate. Naturally, it was well guarded, but no one would question a man they could not see, so he staked the area, and continued to look for something, anything that could help him get out unseen.
Evangaline could feel herself closing in, a dark smirk sliding across her face. Slowly her heart started to beat faster, she slowly started to hear her heart beat in her ears as her adrenaline started to pump through her body. Her hair stood on end as her body was engulfed in the pleasure of the hunt and the anticipation of the take down.
It was only a matter of time before he was hers.
Unfortunately for Evangeline, Dekka had all but disappeared. Even as the guards she had met earlier had run back into her, several hours later, they apologized for 'Not having him found yet.' Though they promised to remain vigil,and to keep their eyes peeled, it seemed as if the King of Thieves had all but 'vanished' into thin air.
Truthfully, he had ducked into a whore house which was busier than a pair of rabbits. It was an easy crowd to get lost in- and well, Dekka always enjoyed a skirt or two, and lots and lots to drink. THough he wasn't sure pink was his color, as he strolled out into the moonlit streets, now dressed up as a 'midnight' doll. With his goatee still in place (but a hand to cover it - fo rhe wasn't drunk enough to part with it..) and his face painted from whore kisses and his hair hidden behind a curly wig, no one would suspect the tall lady might be the king of thieves traipsing around on the streets.
Though to be fair, he looked a bit.. off for a lady, but as he neared the gates of the city, he peered back just one more time towards the library and feeling his gut turn to stone that those letters had been burned. Damn Evangeline. That woman would pay.
OOC: Lol, I couldn't resist to put Dekka in drag XD
I hope you're as amused as I am!
(OOC: Oh, it amused me to the core.)
Evangaline watched over the gate, her eyes peeled for something off. It took several hours but an oddly tall woman strolling along was enough to catch her eye. As she made her way from the alley to in between the gate and the person in question.
Evangaline sniffed the air and caught several scents, sex, strong perfume, smoke, and Dekka.
A twisted smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on her hip, whistling at the awkwardly tall broad woman. This thing was a mage, she could sense it, a fire mage, just like Dekka. All of this was adding up quickly in her head that this was Dekka trying to run away from the city.
"Well hey there sexy lady," She spoke raising her eyebrow.
Drunk as a skunk, Dekka knew he had been caught, and considering what he was wearing, he was still too prideful to let her get to him. So he simply turned around and gave her as suave of a curtsy he could muster, lifting the ruffles of the dress just enough to expose his hairy legs.
"So you've found me." And he looked her over with a bit of a drunken grin. "Too bad I can't use the same hello to you."
OOC: I'm gonna go back and edit my previous post- I think he should keep the goatee lol
Evangaline laughed, "Oh love, bitter is not a pretty color on you," She spoke with a chuckle, not paying his rude comment any mind.
"You know I find something really funny you know. I am the only one between us who read the letters, so I could tell you what they said, yet you continue to be an asshole towards me, its a bit confusing," She spoke as she placed a had on her hip.
Dekka mocked surprise.
"You think I'm still going off about those laters?" And he laughed at her. "I've moved on. Can't you tell?" and he gave his pink-dressed belly a pat. "I've chosen a new, more interesting path in life." ANd he hit his belly again and grinned. "You know, the one where I sneak into every whore house in Uthlyn and bang all the whores and girls I meet. Sounds a lot more romantic than any silly letters, I would think."
Evangaline shook her head.
"You know love, you are not a very good liar. It is easy to tell you have real feelings for the girl, that's why you wanted to kill me earlier," She shrugged and went to turn her back to him.
"I guess I won't tell you what they said, and just figure out the code and go meet her myself, and tell her that you said you were over her," She added as she started to walk off letting out a whistle. Guards then came running out, the two from earlier that night leading the pack.
Well, shit. As much as he loved to play around, he should have socked the woman across her face. He really hated her face. ANd her smile. She might have a good body, but she was anything but the fire that Dekka was- cold as an ice queen.
Snarling, he heard the guards coming and threw off his wig, but not before throwing a spark of flames at Evangline's ass. But before she'd get a chance to retaliate against him, he was already taking off down an alleyway, and was hidden from view. And as he made his way down the way, he was contemplating why he had gotten himself drunk enough to be wearing skirts!
Evangaline took the attack without even turning as if she was retaliating, she still had to appear like she wasn't a mage with all the guards around, especially the one that had the hots for her. She knew the guards probably would catch him. He had been running from them long enough that he probably knew their moves before they did.
She could tell she had really gotten under his skin, he was too bitter to deny it. She couldn't deny she had had her fun and quenched her curiosity. So she decided she would end the madness and she was honestly feeling a bit of guilt. If someone had stolen her book that was the clue to her family, she would go all but mad. So she would fix it, she would just have to go find some paper and quill.
Of course finding paper and a quill with ink at that time of night was surprisingly hard for Evangaline. Her hunt lead her to buy a room at a tavern that had what she needed in them. Plus, if Dekka hated her so much he would find her and try to kill her. Or at least if she was in Dekka's shoes that is what she would do, or at least try.
Evangaline sat down and started to rewrite the letters best she could. Or course, the handwriting would be different, but it would be nearly word for word. So it would do for finding the hidden message so he could find where to meet her.
Though it would seem Dekka Blade knew every trick in the book, he hadn't expected his own loud mouth to do him in in the end. Drunk, but with booze laced with 'poisons' (though drugs not aimed to kill) Dekka stumbled away from Evangeline and the guardsmen chasing him, only to realize his head had begun to swim. And he felt hot, terribly hot, as if the flames inside him were about to explode. Shimmying out of the rest of his dress, and leaving a trail of the whore's laces in his wake, he continued to make his way desperately towards the gate.
He'd have to use another method to get the hell out of here, but as he rounded one bed, the ghosted barks of the 'hounds' that hunted him could be heard. But even as he continued to run... soon all of the alleyways were creeping in on him and the nightsky began to spin. Stumbling into a wall, Dekka braced himself as he rubbed at his eyes, then tried to shake it away. But no matter what he did, the world would not stop moving.
Groping his way down the path, he was tripping over a group of drunken homeless men, who only laughed in his face like some sort of nightmare. Shoving an ugly one aside, he continued to stumble down the way- that was, until his vision crept to white.
A moment later he was groaning as the guardsmen slipped cuffs onto his wrist, jerking his arms together behind his back none too gently whiel keeping one boot on his ass while his face was eating the gobble stone.
Dekka let out a groan as the men gave him a kick.
"Finally, we've got the damn dog."
"A drunken idiot, what a lame way to go."
"Hey, just think about it, we'll be famous for it," the one guardsman said, and all he thought about was his reward from Evangeline.
Dekka, on the other hand, was only thinking how much his head hurt as he was thrown and locked into the back of an iron door carriage. And as he lay in the shadows with only a slim blanket of moonlight, trying to make heads or tails of thing- he only realized how much he was fucked when the doors came shut.
"Fuck."
And a click to lock it, the men only laughed at him, twirling the keys before moving towards the front of the jailor's wagon.
"The King of Thieves will have a throne in no time. Just think of the publicity!" and the guardsman laughed out into the night as he and his companion began to make their way towards the city jail.
Evangaline was alerted by a knock on the door. She found it a bit odd. She doubted that would be Dekka, and she never really had visitors. She set her quill down folding the papers neatly for standing and making her way to the door. She stood there for a second, preparing herself, not knowing if she was going to have to try to fight her way out of the room for some reason.
Finally she opened the door.
It was the guard from earlier, the one she had all but wrapped around her finger. She couldn't help the flash of surprise that slide across her face. For one, she hadn't expected the guards to catch Dekka, and two, she hadn't expected the guard to come looking for afterwards. She wasn't expecting to actually have to fulfill her end and 'reward' the man.
He wasn't a bad looking man, no, but be wasn't exactly her type either. He was a little too bulky for her liking and she favored red hair over blonde. Still, she couldn't just back out, she would play the part of the saved damsel in distress.
"Oh you must have caught him!" She exclaimed seeming overly excited as she rushed in and hugged the guard tightly. "Oh, you are truly my hero," She said sweetly looking up at him with her big eyes, fluttering her lashes.
"Would you like to see the cad?" the guardsman inquired, feeling quite proud with his catch. "We're taking him over to the jail now. Turns out he was too liquored up to give us a proper chase int he streets. Poor fool, but good for us, I suppose." And he gave Evangeline a knowing grin.
Evangaline smiled before running her hand up his armored chest.
"Well, I guess it would only be right that I make sure you caught him before I give you your reward," She said before caressing his face.
"Plus I have a letter for the bastard, about how its not very polite to attack ladies, it will give him something to ponder on while he waits to hang," She spoke sweetly, still fluttering her lashes at the man.
The guardsman blushed and grinned proudly that this lovely stranger was happy.
"I'd be happy to oblige ma'am," he said with a nod and lead her to the jailor's wagon. Inside, Dekka remained slumped over and half sick, and itching beneath the cuffs on his wrists.
"Fuck." He tried to wriggle his hands free, but it was to no avail, though upon hearing the guardsman return, he peered out the iron bars to spot Evangeline on his arm.
"That bitch," he hissed, standing up (though it was more hunched over) as he was too tall for the low ceiling inside the place, a he glared back out through the bars at her.
The entire walk to the wagon Evangaline stayed close to the guard talking about how she was cold and she was glad she could stand close to such a big strong man to keep her warm.
Evangaline crossed her arms as she heard him curse, "That isn't a very polite way to talk in front of a lady," She scorned, but her eyes told a bit of a different tale.
"Here," She said simply pulling out what appeared to be a letter.
"I figured you could use some reading material before they hanged you," She said simply.
The letters she handed him were almost completely the same, the only difference from the once she had burned was at the bottom she signed her name in big swirly cursive letters.
"See you at the gallows," She added at the end before turning back to the guard and flashing him a big smile.
"Now for my hero," She whispered as she grabbed his hand.
Dekka glared at her and didn't even bother picking up the letter- and if looks could kill, she'd be a pig on a spike and well- the fire in his eyes told the rest. Too bad there were mordecai, or that girl would be toast.
Evangaline didn't even turn to look back at him. Either he was going to be hung or he would find a way to escape. Either way she honestly didn't care, she had given him his chance to find whoever it was that he was running around having an affair with.
She lead the guard back to her room at the end where she found herself conflicted, would she kill him, or would she up hold her little promise to reward her hero as she put it.
Unfortunately for Dekka, escaping was hardly an option. With his mind swimming and a copy of the letter at his feet he so desperately wish he could burn; he found himself at the mercy of the Uthlyn guards (of all the sort to be captured by!) And as the wagon rolled out of view, he merely glared daggers back at her disappearing form as the guardsman moved in in hopes to collect his prize.
Slicking back his hair,t he guard gave the woman a once over.
"Would you like me to escort you home, my lady? The hour is quite late- and who knows what other criminals there are at such an hour. It would be wise for you to stick close, or, if your home is too far, I suggest you stay at my own- for that would be the safest idea during trying times such as these."
"Well I have a room at the inn which is a good distance, and I am sure our house would be a much safer option, especially if you are in it," Evangeline speaks, staying extra close to the guard, acting a bit as if she was scared. Her mind was on Dekka though, she wondered if he would be slick enough to escape, or if he would die, or if she would end up feeling guilty and helping him, but after what he said before she met the guard she was now hanging all over, she doubted she would feel guilty for anything.
It was a tricky, sticky situation for Dekka, but he wasn't called the King of Thieves for nothing. He had gotten himself out of other such trysts, even other jail cells, and always managed to find a way to pick the locks. Though with mordecai abound, and his fire power doused, and his mind- quite drunk, it was difficult for him to even get comfortable in the back of the jail cart as he was rushed off towards the jail, post haste.
Though even despite the odds working against him, the King of Thieves managed, and just in the nick of time, to wriggle out a hair pick from his braid and began to clumsily pick the lock of his handcuffs that were behind his back. Though again, it proved difficult as he was still inebriated an dhis fingers, not as dexterous becuase of it. He was swearing beneath his breath, but the moment the cart halted, he felt the chains fall off.
And it was then the guards moved to open the locked door of the wagon- confused to find it was suddenly empty as the King of Thieves escaped into the night. Though a man of signature and style, he was sober enough to figure out where Evangeline had gone, and while she was enjoying a quaint evening with her 'savior', the moment the guard took off to get ready for the night and was alone int he next room- he'd be awake no more as Dekka left him unconscious upon the floor.
So after only a few minutes had passed since that time, Dekka wasted no time in slipping through the shadows and just admiring Evangeline in silence. Though his eyes were a lot more harder and less playful than they had been before, Dekka still felt the need to get the last laughs here, even as the city guards were scrambling and putting the entire city once again- on high alert.
Evangaline hadn't killed the guard after all, though she had thought about it, and considered it. She decided that if she were to kill him she would sleep with him first, sow her wild oats so to speak. They had had a few drinks, sat by the fire in the main room for a while before taking things to the bedroom.
She honestly didn't like the man's style, he was must too loving and gentle considering it was simply a one night stand, she much preferred hard, rough, and fast. Plus, considering she had just been with Dekka the man didn't even register on the scale.
She let out a deep sigh, before hearing an alarm, it had to mean the Dekka had to escape. She was expecting it, almost hoping it. He was like a wild animal, something so free and crazy, something that made your heart race. Something that shouldn't be killed simply because its nature is dangerous.
She sat up, the sheet she had draped across her form falling to her waist exposing her voluptuous form.
"I wondered how long it would take you," She said simply as her eyes scanned the room until resting on the shadowy form.
"Oh, you fucking know how long it would fucking take. But give me a few hours and the rest of me will fucking sober, and by then, I could have fucking caught you on fire with your clothes still fucking on." He feigned a laugh, looking her over, which she'd be able to tell by the movement of his glittering eyes int he dark. But that glitter wasn't something playful, but dangerous, like the glare of the wolf in moonlight.
"So was the guard any good? Or were you finding ways to drag him fucking off to jail as well? I'm sure anyone would believe someone who bats their eyes as easily as you. You could have spun a pretty grand tale. Too bad it seems you've fucked with the wrong guy. And the night is young, why get up? Go ahead, stay there in bed." And she might have been able to feel his growing heat building within the room. Without mordecai nearby this section of the city, he could feel, at least, some of his magic coming back to him, and the power behind it was even surprising to him.
But he kept his gaze at a simmer, remaining darkly upon her.
"I'm sure you heard the alarms. I just need to strike one little fire to get the soldiers running over here. How long do you think it'll take them to catch us before they want to cut off our fucking heads?" And as Dekka's hand rested upon the footboard of the bed, the wood began to smoke.
Evangaline sat up, placing her feet on the cold floor. She stood, the sheet falling to the floor as she looked at Dekka.
"Everyone must pay for their sins, you paid for your against me. You said unneeded hurtful things, so I hurt you. Have you ever heard of an eye for an eye? Plus, I made a word for word copy of your little riddle that is supposed to lead you to your little lover girl, so why are you bothering me? Why are you so bitter, all fun and games right? You should really learn how to let shit go," She spoke as she watched him, a hint of a smirk on her face.
"Anyways, you know the guards are going to expect you to come after me, I am the one who got you caught, so I don't think it would take them long to get here," She spoke, the air in the room becoming brittle as the moisture was quickly sucked from it.
"I don't think they will want to cut my head off, as you have seen, I am very good at playing the victim, its all about timing," She said not seeming to mind or care that she stood completely nude in front of Dekka.
Dekka's expressions remained hard, but he gave her a soured smile for all her words and ignored the fact she was naked before him. Though, to be fair, were he not so angry, he would have taken advantage. He and Evangeline weren't so different after all. And he knew, had he been in her shoes, he would have done the same thing. But the words that growled out from his breath surprised even him.
"What would you fucking care what my little note entailed? Not that it would have mattered if I would have gotten hung." And as he spoke, his fists tightened at his sides, the right one, seeming to already house a few warning flames that flickered off his skin, albeit subtly.
"You love someone, you wouldn't have gotten so angry if it was just some note from a meanless fling. I would hope that if you were to burn something of mine that lead me to my aunt, or, if I had one, lover, you would return it to me. Plus, you are the king of thieves remember? If you can't get out of a police cart you don't deserve that title," Evangaline replied raising an eyebrow, she could feel the influx in power.
"You don't want to do what you are thinking about doing, you start a fire and you are going to have every guard in this city here, you must really want to end up dead. Or is that what it is? You have a death wish?"
"You don't know what you're fucking talking about," he said, finding himself smiling sorely as he shook his head, gritting his teeth as he looked over her with a hardened gaze. "And just what do you think will happen? You piss a guys off and you think you can just fix it after the fact? Sorry girly, that's now how the fucking world works." And he felt his arm shake, the rage growing, as did the fire crawling up his arm. He was getting uncontrollably angry and finding it harder and harder to calm that rage.
"Besides, who says if I were to start a fire I'd be the one to fucking die?"
"Very few things done in anger ever go as planned," She spoke as the air grew drier.
"So, it would be best for you if you just calmed down, got over yourself, and left and found your girly, well not exactly your girly if I remember right but whatever."
She didn't have to say anymore as the anger won over and he snapped. His fist shot out, crashing into the footboard of the bed and shattered the wood beneath it. Shards of wood exploded everywhere, hot- like the popping residues from an active fire, and they scattered across the floor and bed, leaving smoldering, smoking pieces in it's wake. ANd Dekka stood, green eyes flaring at her as he dared to take a few steps so his shadow loomed over her menacingly.
"And you'll keep your fucking thoughts to your fucking self!" he growled through his teeth, the whole of his body beginning to steam, even parts of his hair taking to light, as flames flickered against red hair.
"Perhaps it's time you left Connlaoth now before I fucking break your teeth."
I shield of ice shot up as the pieces shot out, shielding her from them.
"Or you can just tell me why you are so angry? I haven't done anything that bad, isn't like I have like killed the girly, see, that would be a real reason to be that angry," She replied, not seeming to fear him. She let the ice disappear quickly, fearing the man in the other room wake up and see her using magic.
"Why I'm so angry?" Pissed, he smacked a lamp off a nearby table that landed into a shattered heap upon the floor. "Why the fuck do you think I'm angry? No body messes with the fuckin' King of Thieves and thinks they can get away with it." And he continued to step closer to her, seeming unphased by her display of magic to guard herself.
Evangaline threw all care to the wind, this man clearly had some anger issues so nothing she would say would have any effect on him. So instead she decided to try something else. She closed the small gap between them, pressing her ice cold lips against his hot lips. She was definitely liking the ice mages magic, to live so close to a guard it had to be a marked mage. She prayed that her move would have at least some effect, plus, there was nothing like angry sex.
Ice and heat collided in that kiss, and Dekka couldn't deny the whirlwind of emotions that soon followed. Kissing her back, his own heated body pressed against her cold one as flaming hands found her face. He moaned through the kiss before a scowl formed he yanked their faces apart and threw her down onto the bed, an act that caused the ice-power-stealing woman to land on her back while a few of the sheets around her took to flames and smoke began to carry up from the bed.
"Don't you fucking dare try to play with me, Evangeline," Dekka growled, his body still smoldering with power as he stood over her from where she was thrown across the bed. "You're playing with fucking fire. And I don't like other novices trying to cut in on my turf."A nd the last part was growled out as his hands tightened into fists again, taller flames flickering off of them when suddenly the door was thrown open and a group of guards appeared at the other side.
"There he is! Capture him and ring for the mordecai! The mage is here! He's here!"
And before Dekka had a chance to react, a man aimed his cross bow bolt at the pair and fired- the bolt sinking straight into Dekka's shoulder.
Stunned, Dekka stood there for a moment, blinkingly before peering once over at Evangeline and the bed that was still gently burning around her, before he turned his gaze back towards the men, who were quick to reload their weapons and rush into the room. But that was their second mistake, as a wall of fire suddenly rushed after them- and all five guards were screaming in pain as their bodies suddenly caught on fire, and those unfortunate enough to be wearing armor, now had the hot metal melting their skin.
Evangaline landed hard, her body bounce from the impact, she was left looking up at him, chill bumps covering her body from the kiss, a soft smirk on her face. She knew he felt it, he liked it.
"Trust me, I am not after your ti....." She started to speak before the guards burst in.
She moved her hands, trying to cover herself, faking modesty. She sat up though as the wall of fire swept over the men. The smell of burning hair and flesh filling the room. The rancid odor made her stomach turn and before she knew it she had emptied her stomach contents on the floor at Dekka's feet. She prided herself on being tough, and she was, but that smell was enough to turn anyone but a fire battle mage's stomach. She looked her at Dekka as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Even after getting sick the smell made her stomach turn in knots.
She looked away from Dekka, standing, her mind pushing her to leave so she could breathe without the need to start dry heaving. The faces of the men, their moans and screams echoing in her mind as she looked over them. She knew if she wasn't careful she could end up just like them, just like if Dekka wasn't careful he could end up on the chopping block
She pulled on some long pants and walked out of the house, not even noticing the cold ground on her bare feet. If Dekka followed or if he didn't, she didn't care. She just needed to breathe, to feel the crisp air nipping at her nose. She wandered away from the house for a few moments, she did not want to be caught and end up suspected of being a mage, she just did not need that at the time. Finally as her mind cleared and the shock of what had just happened faded she turned to look back at the house, her feet starting to ache from the cold ground.
When she'd turn back, he'd be there, his body still smoldering, the flames still lapping off his skin,a nd his eyes, two dark pits as he glared back at her from where they now stood within the chilly night of the streets. ANd with the flames coming off his body, heat exuded from him as well, and began to drift through the air around him like a stream of fog.
"What!?" She asked, annoyance lacing her voice. "Are you going to try to fry me like you just did them, if you are fucking get it over with. For someone who couldn't give a flying fuck about another being, you sure are spending a lot of time stalking me," She continued, the pain in her feet from the cold ground enhancing her annoyance and pushing her forward as she quickly closed the gap between them.
"I'm just here to make sure you don't get away so fucking easily. You didn't like making it easy for me, so I'm just returning the favor." ANd he gave her a dark grin as he stepped forward, just as the presence of a nearby mordecai snuffed his power out.
"Fuck."
And his eyes moved towards the shadows, ears straining on the echoing approach of guards. All the cities were like this, and he was getting pissed off his powers would go out as easily as blowing out a candle.
Evangaline felt the Mordecai approaching, it seemed like, just in time.
"Well, it seems like another time my friend," She spoke as she took off running. She struggled to ignore the throbbing in her feet from the cold and the running on the rough city streets. She didn't plan on leaving the city though, at least in the city there were plenty of Mordecai.
Cursing under his breath when she just assumed it was safe to take off and running, he grabbed his grappling hook and shot her with it- or..
More precisely, shot it at her legs, and he watched with a laugh as they entangled around her ankles and made her fall painfully to the cobble stone.
"Who said there was going to be another time?" And his grin, albeit was more playful, still seemed a bit dangerous as he used the hook and began to yanked Evangeline his way.
Evangaline fell hard, her head bouncing off the cobblestones. She hadn't seen that one coming, 'where in the hell did he hide that damn gun in that fucking dress' she thought to herself. It took effort to roll herself over as she was being dragged to him, but she managed. Her head was still spinning, her eyes half dazed, blood running down her face.
She didn't really resist all of the head, for one reason or another. What was he really going to do with her? By the look in his own eyes, she doubted he was going to roast her now, his eyes looked more playful to her than anything. Though, with the raging headache she felt she wasn't in the playful mood anymore. If she ever had the chance to neuter him, she would, hell, she would settle for just kicking him really hard in the balls.
Once the woman was at his feet, he scooped her up by her hair and slipped an arm around her.
"So, you want to see a creative way how I can get my revenge?"
His eyes sparkled now, mirth seeming to have fully returned, but there was still an edge of danger- as the guards were fast in their approach, boot steps echoing own the way.
Pointing his hook-shot to the top of a building, his grin stretched wider before he pulled the trigger, and moments later, the pair were flying through the night air.
The air was still moist, the skies threatening to rain again, as Dekka's boots moved across slick roof shingles.
"There," he said, releasing her so she'd fall ontop of hte roof. "Let's see your pretty lashes get you out of this one." And he turned to move, fully planning to just leave her there. Hell, she deserved worse- but might as well let her suffer. And it seemed lke the rains were about to return, as soft droplets began to fall from the sky.
Peering over the edge of the building, he noticed a mordecai leading a group of four men. Making a face, he knew it was time to think of a another place for his exit.
Evangaline thought of spitting the blood in her mouth in his face, but didn't. As he released her body from his grip she collapsed, landing in a heap at his feet. She could feel rain begin to fall, causing her to shiver.
She reached out, weakly grasping his ankle.
"Don't leave," She spoke, her voice unusually rough.
Turning around, he shook his ankle free of her.
"Don't leave?" And here he laughed as he walked along the edge of the roof top, the laughter soft, but gruff, like the roughness of demeanor. "ANd just why would I oblige you? Or have you already forgot, you've made us enemies?"
"Because I have something of yours you bastard," She growled, holding up the chain with the simple silver ring on it. She slowly pushed herself to her feet.
"You could have just let it go, we could have both parted on the upper hand. But no, you are an ignorant son of a bitch who cannot leave well enough alone. I wonder how much heat it can take before it melts?" Evangaline spoke, her voice rough and bitter, she clearly being the one who was enraged beyond reason this time.
"Oh, is this a ring from the whore you are chasing after with all the secret notes?" She asked as she held it up, looking at the inscribed words before looking back at him.
Dekka groped at the empty spot on his neck before growling over after her.
"Give me the necklace back," he growled, voice growing as dangerous as it was before. "Or I'll break your fingers if you do anything stupid."
"Oh, you aren't getting it back that easy," She spoke, rage in her eyes, boiling through her core like an uncontrollable fire. Not much pissed her off to this point, fucking up her face was one of those things. She could feel the blood still pouring from her brow, nose and lip.
"Why should I huh? You keep following me, beating the shit out of me, I gave you back your clues," She replied, screaming, surely drawing attention of the soldiers and the guards.
"Clues? This isn't about the fucking letters any more, woman," he said, taking one angered, defiant step near to her. "This is about getting what you fucking deserve."
And it seemed Evangeline's plans to draw attention from the men had worked- and it just so happened one f them had a gun on them- and when it fired, Dekka suddenly jerked forward as blood splattered out from his leg.
"FUCKING SHIT!" the thief doubled over, grabbing at the bleeding wound. The guard just shot him in the leg!
Evangaline looked over a Dekka, her eyes sparkling dangerously.
"You should learn to pick your enemies better," She spoke softly to Dekka as she pocketed his ring.
"Help," She screamed down to the guards, "Hurry, he's going to kill me!" She continued to scream in an extremely desperate tone.
Growling, he threw himself after her and stuffed a hand over her mouth.
"Keep your yap shut or I'm throwing you down there with the guards. And don't think I'll be offering you a safe landing."
Though at his threat, another bullet smashed into the shingles, forcing Dekka to loosen his grip on her as he tumbled to his knees.
"You throw me off this roof you will never get your ring back," Evangaline said grabbing his fresh bullet wound.
Dekka let out a yelp and a 'FUCK!' and bared his teeth at her as he yanked her hand from his wound and held it in a crushing grip. "Oh yeah? What if I fucking pry it from your dead fingers?" he warned, when another bullet bit into the shingles beside them and some pocked debris spat against the pair. Dekka flinched as the debris bit into his flesh before he growled and yanked her up to her feet and began to drag her away from the dangers near the edge.
Though this lead the pair to the pointed top of the roof, and before he made it to the other side, he paused a moment and growled at her again through panted breaths.
"Ok, hand the ring over, Evangeline. Play time is over. Don't make me get even more angry." he snarled, but it didn't seem shed' have to do anything, as this time, an arrow shot in between them, this time getting him on the arm.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" he cried out, releasing her as he doubled over, his uninjured arm grabbing onto the mid section of the bow. ANd his arm shook in pain as he glanced down at it, blood gushing everywhere.
"If you were nice to me, I would help you, but no, you want to be mean, do you see my face? My eye will turn back before the hour is up, and that pisses me off. How about this, be nice to me, come to me when your not angry, ask for it nicely without threatening me, make up for this black eye and ill give it back." Evangaline replied stepping back from him as blood ran from him arm.
Dekka was so mad he began to shake.
"MAKE IT UP TO YOU!?" his voice cracked like a whip. "Woman, you're going to get a matching one if you don't give it back!"A nd in his rage, he snapped the arrow in his arm in two.
Evangaline pointed her finger at Dekka, her face turning red with anger.
"You black my other eye I will castrate you," She yelled her eyes filled with malice, then, just in an instant she found herself slipping, her stomach painfully dragging against the singles as she found herself partially hanging off the edge.
Despite his leg bleeding from a musket ball wound, and his arm bleeding from an arrow half jutting out from it- the man still managed to react in about half a second, throwing himself at Evangeline and grabbing onto her arm. Now with his belly on the slick shingles, he swore something fierce as he realized- "Wait, what the fuck!? Why am I helping you!?"
Oh wait, the ring! And just as he yanked her forward, he captured her within his arms when- BOOM! Another musket ball smashed into the shingles beside them- and that's all it took to send the pair of them off the roof together as Dekka spat out, "SHIIIIIIITTTT."
Evangaline didn't realize what she was doing, her body reacted on instinct, saving herself, and lucky for Dekka, him since they were falling together. Ice shot up, morphine to catch them, saving them from many broken bones. Evangelist eyes shot open as she realized several things, she on top of Dekka, wasn't dead, and had used magic in front of the guards. She was instantly enraged. She swore in every tongue she knew as the ice that caught them melted.
"Heres your chance to get revenge for them shooting you," She spoke to Dekka as she stood up.
With the ground coming at them fast, the glittering blur of ice magics suddenly swelled into view, and he was nearly suffocated by it- or perhaps it was from the rough landing and he now had a frustrated woman ontop of him. Groaning a bit, he blinked as he realized they were still alive, but winced when he tried to move his arm and leg. He just had to get shot and arrowed on opposing limbs!
Growling, he peered over his shoulders at the approaching guards.
"Thank god the mordecai here must be stupid, but looks like they're coming back." And he gave a gesture of his head.
"Quick, get the fuck off me so we can make a run for it."
For the guards were now declaring 'GET THOSE MAGES'. Seemed like the jig was up for Evangeline!
"I'm going to kill you the moment we get away from these mages!" Evangaline declared as she moved beside Dekka, trying to help him hobble along, it looked like at least for the moment being they were on the run together, "Hobble faster!" Evangaline encouraged, laughing at Dekka, seeming to find a great amount of amusement in his pain and hobbling.
Each step he took Dekka was cursing a 'Fuck', 'Shit', 'Goddamnit', 'Fuckin- fuck-fuck', and other such colorful words as pain was shooting up his leg from the bullet. His arm pain seemed a lot less painful in comparison, considering he didn't have to walk on it, but as he lumbered along as quickly as he could with her at his side, he growled, "I'd like to see you try. Now come on, get me to the end of the street and I'll take us back into the library. Asses probably won't think we'd be dumb enough to go back to the scene of the crime, but those fuckers are lazy. Now come on.. FUCK!" And he winced and held onto his leg. Trying to walk faster proved futile, but he did it anyways, his hand gripping over the bleeding wound.
"Well I am smart enough not to get shot in the first place, and if I had gotten shot, I would be 100 times lighter considering my gender and general body type so you would be able to care me away, you on the other hand, weigh a ton," She spoke as she help him hobble as quickly as she could.
"Fuck." He winced at another step and turned to Evangeline.
"And who the FUCk!" another wince.. "Said I'd -" ANd he grumbled out another curse as the pain shot through him.. "-carry you?" Glaring at her, it was hard to hide the playful dance within his eyes. Despite hating her for what she did to him, she still managed to charm him in that moment. "I'd drop you like a fucking ton of bricks."
"Shit." And he nursed at his leg again,but thankfully, they were almost down the street.
"As opposed to dropping me like a ton of feathers?" She asked laughing.
"Plus, you are the one who saved me from tumbling to my death, so I don't think you hate me as much as you keep trying to put on," She added trying to hurry him forward so they could try to at least get away long enough to nurse Dekka's wounds.
Dekka growled when she had a point.
"That's because I was so fucking mad I wasn't thinking."
ANd by the time they reached the end, he yanked out his hook shot again with a huff and turned to Evangeline. Gripping her tighter, he gave her a mean grin, but it was hard to hide the playfulness in his eyes.
"Don't get used to this, alright? Now hold on tight." And he shot the thing and once he felt it was secure, he pulled her against him as tightly as he could and they were flying once more. Seconds later, they were inside the attic of the Library and Dekka immediately let her go the first second he had. She could stand on her own- Then again, so could he, but he was in a lot of pain. After a few more limps worth of swearing, he leaned against a nearby attic beam and gripped onto his leg.
"Fuck."
It was still bleeding pretty badly. They had to get it treated, and fast. The last thing he wanted to do was to bleed out all over Uthlyn's stupid library and die there like a chump.
"Mhmm, sure, keep telling yourself that," Evagaline spoke as she wrapped her arms around his neck so he wouldn't have to hold her so tight with his injured arm.
"Now, let's see that leg, and arm before you bleed to death," She spoke as she stood in front of him, crossing her arms, you should probably sit down," She spoke raising and eyebrow.
Dekka shot her a sharp glare, but hobbled over towards a horizontal board that ran along the rafters before taking a seat. He was still swearing through his breath when he held his leg out and made a face at the wound.
"Fuck. I'm going to have to dig the fucking bullet out."
"It would be a lot easier if you just let me do it, why not take advantage of having someone who can do it for you, won't hurt as bad," She spoke as she took a few steps toward him. "Plus, I'll go faster and you will bleed less, and by the looks of it, you don't have much blood to spare."
Dekka growled at her and was as stubborn as ever. "I can do it my fucking self!" Though after examining the wound and realizing he needed at least three pairs of hands, he swore again.
"Fuck."
Turning to her, he gave her a once over, looked away angrily before finally caving in.
"Fine, I'll hold the wound open, you dig."
God, this was going to fucking hurt.
Evangaline raised her eyebrow as he finally caved in, she knew he would of course.
"Well, I think we should cauterize your arm first, let me make sure all of the wood is out so you don't get an infection, then move to your leg, because you leg, well, honestly, you are going to be in agony," She spoke a she kneels down in front of him, her hands rather gently reaching forward towards is injured arm.
"Cauterize," he sneered, gripping onto the end of the arrow. "Good thing I'm a fucking mage. But I know that, but the arrow has to come out first." And in an angered pull (since he dind't want Evangeline to be the one to do it) he yanked the arrow out with a grunt- and blood gushed down his arm as he swore heavily between cleaned teeth.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"
Gripping onto his arm, he clutched at the one, keeping his eyes closed tightly before trembling fingers worked over raw skin and shakily, he tried to concentrate his fire energy but then was swearing again.
"FUCK! THE MORDECAI!"
Evangaline leaned forward, her hand moving over his mouth to shut him up, he was simply being too loud.
"Shhhh," She spoke looking Dekka in the eyes, "Take a deep breathe," She whispered. They would have to wait for the mordecai to move, but she could feel them moving along.
"It won't be too much longer," She said, moving her hand from his mouth slowly, making sure he wasn't going to scream.
Dekka glared when she touched his mouth, but even he wasn't stupid enough to keep it up. If he was lucky, the mordecai would continue to move away, and their anti-magic field would go away with them. As her hand moved away, his glare remained.
"So in the mean time, I what- bleed all over the place?" he hissed. "Gods fucking damn, this hurts," he hissed between clenched teeth.
Evangaline ripped a strip off the bottom of the shirt she wore, before wrapping it tightly around the wound, she tied it off before ripping another strip, wrapping the second piece around the wound as well before leaning back on her heals. She blew a piece of hair that had fallen in her face back before tearing a third strip of cloth to tie her hair back.
"There, what should work for that for now," She spoke before reaching down, applying pressure to the wound on his leg to slow the bleeding.
Dekka winced as she tended to his wounds, but bit back any more swears, and once the wound was bound, he put a hand over it, applying pressure on both ends via a fierce grip, in a feeble attempt to apply pressure to slow the blood to his arm wound. Though he was somewhat surprised Evangeline even cared to do the same on his leg.
"It's going to be a piss lot of fun to dig that iron ball out of my leg," he growled, impatiently waiting for his magic to return. "THough have you done this before?" he asked, peering at her warily. "Tend to a bullet wound, I mean."
"Fun for you or me?" She said as she looked up a playful glint in her eye.
"I have worked on enough wounds, both on myself and others, including bullet wounds, it all follows my line of work," She spoke as she felt the Mordecai's sphere of influence pass over them.
"Wait a moment before you start burning yourself, or, you could just let me do it, and you could, i don't know, bite down on something so you don't scream," She spoke, her hands covered in his blood.
Dekka glared at her and took out a leather pouch- a slender one that was used to keep a few of his lock picking tools pristine and out of eye sight. He placed the leather in between his teeth and held out his arm.
"Here, just do it quickly," he said. "Burn it closed, then we'l dig out that damn iron ball before it tears apart my leg," he growled through the leather and braced himself for the pain.
Evangaline unwrapped the wound, placing one hand on the bottom wound and the other on the top. She took a deep breath. She was as close to Dekka as she could be, she would have the most control this way, she still felt a bit nervous.
Still, she closed her eyes and let the heat flow from her body. She could feel his skin burn closed, it was a rather disturbing, sickening feeling. Then the smell of burnt flesh hit here, she felt her stomach twist.
She turned away, dry heaving as the rancid smell hit her.
"Yeah, you can dig it out if you want," She said gathering herself for a moment.
At her close proximity, she would have been able to see his muscles tense and hear the grunt of pain through his teeth as they dug into the leather as his body sweat and shook. His arm, which now had his hand tightened into a fist, shook and bulged with pained muscles until she was finished, and once she did, he paused a moment to catch his breath, spittin gout the leather for the moment and titling back his head. He wiped clean any tears as nonchalantly as he could, before glancing over her with a hoarse laugh.
"You would make me dig the bullet out from my own leg." Shaking his head, he placed the leather back into his mouth and leaned forward, nose wrinkling as he bit down in pain while his fingers fished into his ankle and yanked the damn bullet out. Tossing the small, bloodied iron ball aside, he took a moment to catch his breath, sweat now slicking his brow and suctioning his long, dark red bangs to his face. Though as he moved them aside iwth one sweep of his hand, he was careful not to rub blood all through it.
"Okay, the ball is out. You gonna burn it closed, or should I?"
"I didn't say you had to do it," She spoke, her stomach still lurching as the smell lingered in the air.
She reached around, not even looking as he hand laid over the wound. A hotter fire than that of the one that burnt his arm wound shut. It closed the wound much quicker, though the pain would be more intense as well.
Evangaline stood up, the smell nearly overwhelming. She was covered in blood and feeling like she might lose whatever was left in her stomach. She walked to the window, cracking it just enough to be able to get a breath of fresh air.
"GODS FUCKING DAMN IT!!!!"
Or something of the sort came screeching through the leather his teeth were biting into. His entire body tensed, then shook at the intense sensation of pain the seering of his flesh brought on before he tossed the leather bit angrily to the ground and raked a hand through his hair. Sweat was now dripping from his nose and chin, his clothing suctioned to his body and clung to him in the dampened recesses where his muscles connected, and limbs. Still shaking, he finally managed to swallow down the pain as he lifted his gaze towards Evangeline, his hair a mess about his face and masking over one eye. And as he observed her, he moved to stand, but it was a foolish endeavor as he suddenly fell over, barely able to catch himself on a near by wall. It made him swear, and grip at the wound on his arm as she leaned into the wood, trying to catch his breath.
"God fucking damn it, this entire place has gone to hell." ANd swiping at his hair, he gave a rude look over of his companion, which consisted of a childish sneer.
"I suppose I should be thanking you for your help...."
"To be honest, I wasn't really expecting from you," She spoke, still not looking at him, her eyes distant as she looked out of the window, breathing the fresh air in slowly. She looked down at her hands, both still covered in blood, both herself and Dekka were nightmarish sights covered in blood.
"You need to try to relax, your body still has to heal,"She added softly.
"Relax?" The man narrowed his gaze upon her. "Did you fucking forget there were mordecai after us? And now the entire city guard." With a growl, he shook his head and swiped more hair from his face before punching his fist into a nearby wall. "Fuck."
Then he rested his arm across it, the uninjured one and rested his forehead against that. What were they going to do?
"We have to let it die down or we won't make it out of the city, second you need to calm down, being loud is only going to draw their attention, I thought of all people you would understand this. Go whack the weasel or something, just shut up please, I'm getting a head ache," She continued, still looking out of the window sighing deeply. She wished she had something to wash her hands off, the feel of the blood was starting to make her a bit sick.
Dekka growled, but she had a point, and while he was shaking his head against his arm- the rains began to fall again.
Evangaline walked over to Dekka, placing a hand on her hip as she looked at him.
"You need to try to relax, you should probably sleep, you need to heal so we can escape, I will keep watch," Evangaline pushed.
Dekka peered over at her, his lips hidden behind the arm he leaned his face against before his eyes moved towards the window. The sound of rain only made him smile, though his chuckle was for a different reason as he turned around and slumped to the ground.
"Are you suggesting we just sleep out in the rafters of the library?"
It wasn't a terrible idea. In fact, it made damn sense, and as he sat there, he raked a hand through his hair again before giving Evangeline a once over. As much as he despised her, he knew they were of a similar nature. It was perhaps this similarity that had him so easily pissed off by her. After all, no one should trump the King. No one.
"Do you have a better idea?" She asked as she returned to the window, catching some of the falling rain, washing off her hands and face, revealing her already blackening eyes, busted lip and eyebrow. Even with the injuries and slight swelling in her face she was rather beautiful.
She then turned back to Dekka.
"As I said, go to sleep, I will keep watch," She spoke, closing the window and leaning heavily against a wall.
Dekka raised a brow.
"And you expect me to just trust you?"
"I just saved your fucking life twice, if I wanted you dead I would have knocked you down and let the guards have you or have let you died falling off the roof, get over your fucking self," Evangaline snapped.
Dekka smirked.
"Oh.. feisty. Perhaps we should settle our differences in a way that can help us both relax for the night?" Yeah.. he was that terrible. Beside, angry sex was always great sex.
Evangaline walked to Dekka, placing an angry, passionate, lusty kiss on his lips. She pushed him roughly back, hisr back firmly against a wall, her body pressed hard against his, her soft curves molding to his hard body.
Taken by surprise she'd just oblige him and so quickly, Dekka smirked through the kiss as he moaned while expelling a breath through his nose. Holding onto her sides, he twisted is head rightwardly and deepened the kiss.
"I'll take that as you agree," he growled, voice a rumble in his throat as his lips met to hers, hands on her face, then her body,a nd all over her, smoothing and feeling anythign and everything he could.
Evangaline moved her lips from his to his neck, not so gently nibbling and kissing their way up to his ear where she nibbled gently on his ear lobe.
"I would have more than happy to agree, if you hadn't called me a whore after last time!" She spoke, her words bitter as she pushed back against him hard before stepping away, walking slowly back to the window, her hips swaying seductively.
Dekka stood there, his body tingling long after she left as he shivered. Glaring over at her, albeit a bit more playfully, he snatched onto her arm as she tried to leave.
"But you are a whore, and so am I," he spoke, his vice a bit rough as he pulled her into his arms. Tilting his head to one side cockily, he gave her a grin. "But really, if we're to work together through the night- you might as well let me make it up to you..."
"It isn't you making it up to me if you are getting just as much pleasure from it as I am, plus, I don't have anything to take afterwards, and no offense, but I don't want to end up with a little ankle bitter from a scoundrel like you, plus, I don't think I could rock stretch marks," Evangaline spoke, roughly yanking her arm from Dekka's tight grasp.
He held.her grip tighter, his expression becoming mean.
"Did you already forget the roof top? The.sex and the rain?"
Evangaline looked at Dekka, frowning.
"I remember it very well, it was unbelievable, but I also remember getting beat by you multiple times, you saying incredibly mean, hurtful things. If you wanted this to be more then a one time thing you shouldn't have said what you said. Do you see my face? Plus, I feel horrible, sick, weak, I don't have the energy to expend. I guess it has something about being around so many Mordecai all the time, my head literally feels like is going to explode. Plus, as I said, I don't want to end up pregnant, do you not understand that. You don't have to worry about that, but I am a woman, so I have too. You don't seem like the kind of guy that would be around to be a very good father. Not to mention, I am not the mother type, I am too young for that type of baggage," She spoke as she looked up at Dekka, no even trying to fight.
"It was just a one time romp, why are you trying to ask for more than that?"
He dropped her hand.
"You're probably already with child." He gave a sneer, but.that quickly turned into a smile. "Besides, its just to pass.the.time..." And help ease the tension..
"Yeah, because you just saying I am already knocked up is going to make me want to screw you, great logic," Evangaline spoke turning on her heels, starting to walk away.
Dekka flashed her fleeting form a grin.
"It couldnt hurt!" He called over.to.her. "At least if we fuck we.both won't feel.so angry!" But at that notion, he laughed.
"Well, I'll pass, and if you are going to stay up, I am going to sleep," Evangaline replied walking back to the window, sitting under it. It was rather clear on her face how bad she was feeling.
Dekka just watched her. He didn't bother to reply. He just gave a tilt of his head and let her do whatever she felt she ought to, and turned from her to the window, where the skies continued to dose the world in rain.
Evangaline curled up in the corner by the window, she pulled the loose clothing she wore tightly around herself, though they did little to warm her from the cold air of the attic of the library. She closed her eyes, chills running up her spine and goose bumps raising on her skin. She felt horrible, like someone who was sick, she was warned about the sickness she had before she came to Connloath, she would just need some rest.
Dekka ignored Evangeline (for the most part) as she slept. His mind was focused on anything else. On Kathryn, the heightened security, the letters....
Slicking a hand through his hair, he sighed and kept his eyes on the window- thinking back towards the time he had met Kathryn in the woods-
where she had infiltrated his cabin - and he hers. His, however, had long been abandonned but he contemplated visiting the spot again- just for old times sake.
Peering down at Evangeline, he gave a snort. He wasn't sure how she could just keep sleeping, but he found a comfortable spot beside the wall (after having paced around a bit) and returned his gaze back towards the window and idly played with his fire power, though as hte mordecai shifted their powers the dancing flame on his finger tips would glow brightly before snuffing out.
As Dekka started to pace Evangaline woke up. She peered up at him from her place on the floor. She felt like she had been hit by a bus with a hang over from hell.
"Do you know of a place away from the mordecai?" She asked, her voice hoarse and weak.
Dekka peered over at her, not realizing she was awake. And he snorted at the question.
"Up North, Hyoite, though the Tundra is fucking cold, not to mention those mountains are treacherous." He shrugged."And Serendipity is tot he North, and you could keep going.." Though he closed his lips as he peered at her. "Though if you're looking for safety in Connlaoth,y ou're better off dead. Though I'm sure there are some places devoid of them, since the focus of the mordecai are concentrated in the cities and with the soldiers." He gave a shrug and peered up at the ceiling.
"Why do you bother to ask?"
"They are making me sick, I'm not human, so their abilities go far beyond just inhibiting the physical magnification of my magic," She spoke, shaking her head, she didn't know the sickness would take so quickly, of course she was running with someone who had a way of drawing all the mordecai and guards in town to him.
Evangaline slowly pushed her self to her feet, her knees were wobbly and she knew she wouldn't get far the way she was, she had to think of something, had to come up with a plan to regain her strength.
"So mordecai actually make you ill?" Dekka laughed, because he didn't believe it, but slowly his smile faded. "Wait.. you're not joking?"
"I wish I were," She went to take an unsteady step, her movements now far from graceful and coordinated like they had been just hours before. She stumbled slightly but managed to catch herself grasping the wall.
"I won't die from the sickness, but it makes me a sitting duck," She spoke, leaning heavily against the wall.
"I was warned against the sickness, but I wasn't told I would be effected his soon," She added just before her knees gave way and she collapsed to the floor.
She let out a strained laugh as she hit the floor.
"And this is one reason why I didn't jump your bones, do you understand now?"
Dekka took in all of this information very seriously, his brow furrowing more and more as it sunk in.
Then he laughed.
And laughed and laughed at her pitiable form.
"And here I thought you were some dangerous woman. Guess I should really feel bad for giving you that black eye now, huh?"
Yeah, he was that much of a jack ass.
OOC: He's so insensitive D:
Evangaline leaned forward, her hand wrapping around his wound with a tight burning grip.
"I swear I will burn your fucking leg off you stupid, insensitive jackass!" She screamed, her mismatched eyes flashing dangerously.
Despite her threats, he was still laughing as he just kicked her off his leg (well, not kicked her, but kicked his legs about to get her off!). Sitting on the floor next to her, he crossed his legs and studied her form.
"Though don't think I don't think you still deserved that." he said, studying her face. "Just because we're partners now doesn't mean I can completely forgive you yet."
OOC: oh god, he's such a jerk face D8
"You forgive me?!" She yelled throwing her arms in the air.
She moved to her feet again, and it was clear that her intent was to leave.
Dekka rested a fist to his cheek as she leaned into it and watched her. He only smirked, knowing full well she probably couldn't get down on here without his help. So he just bided his time with a knowing grin.
Evangaline was determined. even if she had to crawl away she would, she couldn't stand another moment with the irrational, insensitive jerk face. She leaned heavily against the window seal, moving to make her way out of it.
Dekka quirked a brow.
"And just what do you think you're doing?"
"What does is look like genius!?" Evangaline replied sharply, slowly making her way out of the window. He clearly wasn't interested in helping her though, all she did was help him and save his life, he was a selfish ass hole who only thought of himself, so it didn't seem like he would return the favor.
"It looks like you're trying to climb out on the roof top in the rain."
And Dekka smirked at that.
"Expecting a second round?"
Yeah- he wasn't about to let her forget the sex.
OOC: Oi, Dekka only has a one track mind :T
and it's rare for him to show something outside of.. you know, selfish >_>
"GO FUCK YOURSE...." Evangaline trailed off, her body going limp, her body tumbling out of the window and down the roof. If Dekka could sense the mordecai he would have felt one with a strong orb of influence passing through.
OOC: I have come to expect nothing less from Dekka lol.
"I could just help myself to this," he said, approaching her form that was half out the window before slapping her ass- it was only then he realized she had wilted- perhaps fainted? And he made a face.
"Evangeline?"
Cursing beneath his breath, he puts his arms around her and scoops her up, dragging her from the window as he held her close to hsi body.
"You know, for a woman who's ill, you're certainly not doing anything to help. Here, just lay here in the corner. You obviously need some rest."And he moved to set her body down as gently as possible, but there was no soft areas in this attic. Yep.. nothing but col,d hard wooden floors.
Evagaline's body was near lifeless, her form cold and limp as he pulled her back into the attic. Her form nothing but dead weight in Dekka's arms.
OOC: Sorry, super short post XD
Dekka cursed once he realized her condition. This was great, now he was stuck in Uthlyn's library's attic with a woman he didn't necessarily like (even if the sex had been good), and went about muttering for a good long hour before finally laying her out on the ground. It was cold and drafty up there, and he was tired and cranky. Well, if she was ill and sleeping, it meant she couldn't rob him blind if he slept beside her- though it was risky, he did it anyways- but always kept one eye open as he lay there at her side. As a thief, and a famous one, you learned not to trust anyone, even the dead.
So there he was, laying against her side, keeping as close to her as he dared (after all, shared heat was better than none) before eventually the library workers roused him and he peered down from the rafters. Realizing how many hours had passed, he gave Evangeline a nudge.
"Hey, you still alive?"
Cause if not, that would be awkward.
Evangaline rolled towards Dekka, half her body laying on his as her eyes barely fluttered, not enough to actually see who she was laughing on or notice she was in the library attic.
"Shhh, Its too early to wake up," She groaned softly as she snuggled into Dekka's warmth.
Dekka sighed with some relief. But then moved to shake her on the shoulder.
"Get up. We can't stay here," he hissed. "Or did you forget the entire city is after us?"
"Your so warm, I dooooonnnn'ttt wanna ge..... wait," Evangaline then all of a sudden snapped awake.
She quickly moved away from him as if he were diseased.
"What time is it, how long have we been here?" She whispered rubbing her eyes gently before wrapping her arms around herself, shivering.
By now, Dekka was leaning against a wall, staring at her and folding his arms all nonchalant, though his braid got caught so he flicked that aside, and crossed one boot in front of the other.
"You passed out," he said, kicking invisible dirt off his boots."After trying to escape through the window. You were asleep all night."
Evangaline nodded as she curled up, pulling her knees to her chest.
"I remember now, I felt a Mordecia coming then I must have passed out when he got close," She said running her hand through her hair.
"Have a plan for getting out without being noticed?"
Dekka ignored her question as he gave a tilt of his head.
"Wait.. you get sick when you're around mordecai?" he wrinkled his nose. "Then why in fuck's name are you in Connlaoth?"
"It takes most of my family to get sick usually, I was coming to save my aunt, do you not remember? You truly do have a one track mind," Evangaline said looking up at Dekka coldly.
Dekka gave a sneer.
"When does a thief ever trust another thief? Or whatever the hell you are," he said with a partial smirk. "And one track normally leads me to all my successes." He flashed her a toothy smile this time before eyeing her over. "So are you well enough to stand? Or do I have to leave your sorry ass behind up here."
"If you knew what I was I'm pretty sure you would trust me less than a thief," Evangaline muttered to herself before she willed herself to her feet. She was slight dizzy, her muscles still rather weak, but she was worlds better than the day before.
Dekka gave a mean smirk.
"I trust whores well enough," he said, eyes moving over hers before he turned away, peering down out over the rafters to the awakening library below.
"Looks like the place is readying to open for the day." And he glanced over at Evangeline, giving her a smirk as he leaned against a beam of wood, appearing oh so suave and nonchalant.
"So I guess now the question is how we ought to get down from here..." nd his eyes peered over towards the window. "Heh.." He smrked a bit, dimples cutting into his cheeks. "Looks like it's still raining."
"I must be a good roll in the sack if you can't get your mind off a round two," Evangaline said laughing softly. She then looked over at the window.
"We can't just walk out of the library front door, its day light outside, so we can't just crawl out of the window.
Dekka thought it over with a smirk.
"Maybe we should..." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Go out the front door that is. The guards wouldn't suspect it if we act casual and look like any other patron."
Evangaline looked down at her clothing . Pants that were clearly not hers being several sizes too big that sagged low on her hips and a shirt that was ripped and torn up her waist to just under her bust.
"I don't know if I could really look casual in this, I don't even have shoes on," Evangaline spoke, raising an eyebrow.
Dekka only gave her a smug grin.
"Did you forget who you are talking to?" And his grin grew even more. "Stealing is my way of life."And he gave a brief laugh. "I could easily get you more.." and his eyes flicked over her form. "... suitable clothes."
"So, I am suppose to sit up here and wait for you and just pray that you don't leave me stranded," She asked crossing her arms, clearly not trusting him.
Dekka gave a laugh and crossed his own arms and leaned nonchalantly back against a wall.
"Precisely. Besides, what's one thief to a whore? I'm sure there's some code of ethics our kinds share." And he flashed her a toothy grin as his green eyes danced playfully at his choice of words.
"I am honored that you think my fucking skills are good enough that I could make a profession out of it, but if you really want to know what I am, I am a bounty hunter in serendipity, a damn good one. You better be lucky we aren't in Serendipity or your ass would be behind bars awaiting the noose," Evangaline spoke crossing her arms, clearly getting annoyed with being called a whore.
Dekka's grin only grew at her statement. He even laughed.
"You?" he said, eyes sparkling. "A bounty hunter?" He was chuckling again, albeit softly (no need to do a full belly laugh to draw unnecessary attention their way..)
"Oh, I suppose I should be scared."
"Besides," he then added with a fluff to his braid. "You couldn't capture me if you wanted to."
Evangaline smiled wickedly.
"Have you forgotten already? I have already caught you once, I could caught you again if I wanted to. I never said you should be scared of me, I am not after you, if I were after you, then you should be scared, I have never missed a target, ever."
Dekka laughed. And laughed and laughed.
"The problem doesn't lie in the capturing, but the keeping me caught," he told her, his eyes dancing playfully. "Do you really think there's a jail out there, or a prison cart that could honestly keep in the King of Thieves?"
"You have never had be as a jailer love, I think I could keep you busy enough until it was time to take a drop from the noose," Evangaline replied with a confident smile.
"See, we've already dropped the noose once," he told her, still grinning. "Besides, as nice as your body is, Evangeline, my neck is worth more than that. I doubt you'd have anything to offer me that would be more valuable than my own life."
"You wouldn't know the noose was coming until it was already around your neck," Evangaline replied, smirking defiantly. She knew that Dekka's arrogants would be the death of him, she just hoped she would be long gone by that time.
Dekka quirked a brow and looked her body over.
"You trying to get kinky with me now?"
"You wish doll face. I am loving this little chat of ours, I really am, but lets get back on subject shall we,getting out of here," Evangaline spoke closing the gap be tween them.
Dekka smirked.
"You're right." And he gave her a leerful glance. "But I think you've forgotten I have to get you some clothes. Now you just wait right here. I'll see what I can do." And he moved to slip away from her. Truthfully, he could just leave her to rot. BUt she had given him back his letters. he SUPPOSED if he got her new clothes, that would make up for it.
Evangaline didn't like it at all, what if Dekka just left her there, what if she had to find her own way down. She was weak, and she wouldn't get stronger unless she spent at least a day or two away from Mordecai, or at least that was the only way she knew how to get better.
Dekka only tossed her a single wink befre vanishing for a few hours- leaving the bounty hunter all alone. Though when it seemed as if he might have all but abandoned her, Dekka slipped in through the window with a smirk.
"Here." He tossed a bag to her. It had a red dress inside. "Try that on. I think it might be your size.." And as he stepped in, it was evident he had a few smudges of lip stick on his cheeks. And he reeked of cheap perfume.
Evangaline had curled up in the corner, once again sleeping. She hoped that if she slept more, that she would get some of her strength back, and if she was to keep up with Dekka she definitely needed her strength.
She was woke up with a dress landing on her. It wasn't really her style, and she would definitely have to modify it once they were out of the library, but they really didn't have time for it.
"You stink," She said simply as she stood. She shamelessly pulled the shirt and pants off before pulling on the dress. The dress was a bit heavy and was rather tight in the chest area, making her already endowed chest appear slightly bigger. She wouldn't complain though. With the dress at least she would be much warmer.
"So whats the plan?"
"Perfect fit," Dekka said, eyes admiring her form (especially lingering on her breasts about near ready to burst from the dress). "And the plan is simple- walk out of this place as if we aren't the criminals they'd assume us to be. We can simply sneak down through one of the back areas and come out, looking for a few books and just appear like any other Connlaothian. If you don't act suspicious, no one thinks you are." He smirked. "It works one hundred percent of the time." Which was really quite sad... but Dekka loved the thrill of the chase, and any ego that could fuel with it- so he normally drew out the fact of who he was long before someone might make that claim.
Evangaline shook her head.
"How do people not recognize you for you, it isn't like you fit in very well here, your posters have to be up everywhere," Evangaline replied, crossing her arms. She was sure she could make her way out like that. She was having a hard time believing he could move about in Connloath with such ease even though he was so well known for his thieving.
"Do you honestly think the bookish types would remember a face on a wall?" Dekka said with a laugh. "Besides, offering doubt normally works well enough. Make someone think about it for too long- they'll go mad. All one has to do is deny the allegations and well.." he flashed her a grin. "If it's a woman, it'll make the exit all the easier. Now come on, let's find ourselves some books to read. I've got a craving for something steamy with a little bit of rain."
"You really underestimate females in general, I would have no problem, of course catching criminals is what I do," Evangaline spoke shaking her head, adjusting her dress once more.
"What is with you and rain, really, it's getting kind of ridiculous," she added after I moment, motioning for Dekka to lead the way.
"I suppose you haven't been in Connlaoth long," he said, giving her a wink. "Come on then, if we don't keep moving I'll remind you why I like the rain."
Slinking towards a back corner, he removed a plank of wood to reveal an empty room below. He gestured for her to be quiet, before he gave a tug to a rope he had set up and proceeded to climb down. Once he was in the room below, he stared up at Evangeline and waited for her to join him, his ears ever alert in detecting any slight noise to ensure the pair were not caught.
This room was for storage, so extra books collecting dust were piled everywhere her,a nd bursting in shelves. There were even some heavy cobwebs in the corner, and a few lurking spiders; but other than that, the pair would find themselves alone.
"You will remind me of no such thing," Evangaline whispered before she climbed down the rope. The dress made it a bit difficult considering its length and relative bulk. Evangaline made it down without killing herself, which she counted as a win.
Once down she looked around. It was relatively dark and dusty not much different than the attic in all reality.
"Lead the way nympho," She whispered as her eyes continued to explore the room.
Dekka grinned and took her by the arm, and with casual grace, the pair of them simply walked through the library. No one even gave them a second thought. Dekka even found a lewd book on sex positions and took it to the front to check out. THen just as causally as they had entered, the pair had left. ANd as he walked down the streets, his grin remained.
"See? I told you, if you pretend to be no one- everyone else agrees. But once you make yourself out to be famous, the whole world has eyes upon you."
Evangeline shook her head, "Connloath must not have any decent bounty hunters then," she spoke in a soft whisper before turning her attention to his book.
"I would think by now you would be able to write one of those with all the ass you get," she spoke with a bit of a laugh. Of course, the fact that he would grab such a book didn't surprise her at all.
Dekka chuckled at her comment.
"Why write it when you've lived it? It's far much better to participate than to imagine it from text in a book. Though, there are a few crude drawings,"A nd to make his case, he showed one of the pages to her with a grin.
Evangaline tilted her head slightly looking at the drawing, "How could that even be enjoyable, that should be some hideous beast in a freak show," Evangaline replied with a chuckle. She of course enjoyed knocking boots but she liked to stick with the simple positions, she found they offered the most pleasure.
Dekka's grin stretched ear to ear.
"I didn't know you were so.. prudent."
"Love I'm not a prude, I am also not a worm. I am flexible, but there is a limit to the human body. I would rather not worry about ripping a muscle while I'm getting my goodies," She replied while laugh at the fact he called her prude.
"Why not?" he asked playfully. "Pain is gain." ANd sometimes- being rough made it feel all the better.
"There is a difference is a difference between some hair pulling, slapping, scratching, biting, and a bit of strangulation to being twisted in a knot. Trust me sweet cheeks I like it rough, that is a different story," she replied still laughing.
Dekka blinked and then stared down at the picture and grinned.
"Why, they are in a knot," he said, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he glanced at the picture, and proceeded to then walk into a street post with a 'FUCK.'
Evangaline laughed as she walked along with him.
"Plus, there are some many other position, though a bit simpler, are much more fun, and are a lot more comfortable to do in the rain on roof tops," She spoke, her voice a bit soft to keep the conversation between the two of them.
Dekka rubbed at his nose and tucked the book beneath his armpit.
"Yes..." and he grinned over at her, still holding a hand over his nose. "Though we could always try them in a bed."
"Beds are for prudes and lovers. I am not a prude and we are not lovers, so no," Evangaline replied simply crossing her arms as they continued to walk down the street. She was silent for a moment before chuckling to herself after a few seconds.
"Who says we can't play pretend?" he told her. "And beds are good on the knees." He told her, still rubbing at his throbbing nose. At least most of the pain now subsided, but he still could not believe he had walked into a street post.
"That is something I won't pretend, because if you pretend long enough, one person starts to believe it, and I will not be a part of that," Evangaline spoke looking over her shoulder at Dekka.
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Dekka laughed.
"Do you honestly think you could make the King of Thieves in love with you?" And he found himself laughing at that again. Oh, she was good- but not that good.
Evangaline simply shrugged with a smile before a wave of dizziness consumed her. She stumbled into Dekka and prayed he wouldn't fall. There was a mordicai near, her body told her that much, which meant a guard that could spot them was close.
Dekka caught her- he was too deft not to as he held her close.
"Falling for me already?" he told her, casting her a coy grin as he leered her over. "If you're that excited, I could find us an Inn where we could..."
Evangeline continued to lean against Dekka as the wave of dizziness washed over her.
"Mordicia," she whispered softly letting most of her weight rest against him.
Dekka still smiled, but it might have been to mask his concern. He simply grunted and helped her along.
"I can't just start dragging you," he whispered in a half growl between his teeth. "It'll draw too muhc attention. How muhc longer before you might pass out." ANd his mind began to work quick at a plan.
Evangaline struggled but did her best to help Dekka.
"I don't know, maybe a few minutes, I don't understand why this keeps happening, it shouldn't be this bad," she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"We can always pretend I'm just really drunk?"
Dekka smirked.
"A drunken woman in broad daylight?" He shook his head. "Come on, let's just get you into a nearby building. Over there, that store-" And he didn't bother to look to see what store as he guided Evangeline into a jeweler's- which just so happened to have Dekka's wanted poster plastered just inside the front door...
"Dekka, no no no!" Evangaline whispered as she spotted the poster. Her heart started to race as panic started to over whelk her clouded mind.
"What?" he said, and paused to observe with a growing smirk. "Oh, a jeweler's.." and he looked like a wolf tossed into a sheep's pen. He hadn't even noticed the wanted sign as he took a step nearer towards the jeweled filled displays.
"No, Hun," she spoke as a few eyes moved there way.
"Behind you," she whispered nudging him slightly. They couldn't have guards chasing them, more mordicia chasing them. She was weak and would end up getting them caught.
"What?"
Turning around, his face caught the drawn image. It looked curiously familiar. Then his face fell.
"Well, shit."
She felt the mordecia finally pass and she instantly started feeling her strength return.
She looked up at Dekka with a hint of a frown. She had no idea what they were going to do but she was going to let Dekka pull something out of his deck of tricks. All Evangaline wanted to do was eat something and sit down for second.
With a nonchalant shrug, he simply turned away from his wanted poster and gave a suave grin to the jeweler.
"We're looking for something red," he told him, his body hiding that of the posters that loomed in shadows behind him. "The biggest ruby you got."
And the man, blinkingly, stared at the pair of them before turning his attention to the glittering displays of jewels.
"Y-yes, but of course. Let me show you our finest rubies."
"And a ring. I want it to be worn on my fiance's finger," he said, and pulled Evangeline closer to his side and stole a kiss, one that made the jeweler feel awkward- and also, to draw his attention away from anything but the poster behind them.
Once the rubies were on display, he felt himself salivate as he plucked up a few rings and tried one on. but it was too small, but the ruby was massive. He turned to Evangeline.
"Give me your finger. Let's see if it fits."
Evangaline resisted the urge to shake her head at Dekka, or ask him what the hell he was thinking. She was forced to play along with what ever game Dekka was trying to play, and she wasn't too happy about it. They, or better put, she needed to go, she couldn't be trying to run from the guards when they came after them.
She offered up her head with a weary look.
Taking her finger, he lifted up a fat, gold ring with a an enormous ruby in it's center and framed in a clustering ring of diamonds. Amazingly, he had a good eye- not only for the character and quality of the ring, but her finger size as well. It was a perfect fit.
Grinning at Evangeline, he told her, without missing a beat, "We'll take it." Then he paused to look at the jeweler. "All of it."
Evangaline looked up at Dekka dumbfounded. Was he stupid?!? She felt her stomach do a summer-salt up to her throat before she sharply turned her head to Dekka.
"What the hell are you doing?" She whispered sharply, clearly not very appeased with the situation at hand.
"This is not okay, you hear me, not okay," She continued to whisper fervently.
Dekka had a bag of gold on him-one that couldn't exactly buy all of the rings on display, but he had a thing for shiny trinkets and we..
he couldn't NOT steal with so many glittering goods before him. So as he nonchalantly tossed a bag of money to the man and the jeweler went about counting it, he grinned and stole a kiss from Evangeline.
"Just shut upa nd help me steal the damn things," he growled playfully (and a bit threateningly) before he turned around and leaned on one elbow over the counter.
"I think you'll find most of the money is all there my good man. Yes, each one is a real, gold coin-" And as the jeweler continued on counting the money, while his attention was elsewhere, Dekka didn't miss the opportunity to grab a nearby display tree and suddenly whacked the man upside the head. He fell down unconscious and Dekka hefted up his gold, an then began to stuff as many rings into the bag as humanly possible.
"If you want in on the goods, I suggest you start lining your pockets girly," he told her, quick at his work as he dumped an entire tray of rings into his bag. "After all, it'll make for a fun story to tell later. To think you helped aid the King of Thieves in a great Ring Stealing heist." And he tossed her a wink and gave her a suave grin, before plucking up another piece of jewelry and tossing it her way with a laugh.
"here, a ruby necklace to match your ring!"
Evangline stood in shock for a moment. She had never stolen anything, she was the good guys, she was a bounty hunter. There she stood with what would soon be a stolen ring on her finger, one that was stuck and she couldn't get off. She tugged at it one more time before the necklace was tossed her way. At this point she was already going to have to steal the ring so she made the very unlike her choice to line her pockets. At least if it came down to it, it would be stuff to bribe Dekka or other people with, particularly Dekka since he couldn't exactly resist. She stuffed handfuls of brilliant jewlery into her pockets before turning to Dekka.
"We really should go."
"Yeah, yeah, but take a look at the loot back here," Dekka said with a whistle, after kicking open a chest. His green eyes were shining. He was like a kid in a candy store. BUT THERE WAS SO MANY JEWELS. And they were all there, ripe for the picking.
"I am going to count to ten, how ever many of thoughs you can stuff in that time you get starting now. One..... two....." She started counting crossing her arms. It seemed Dekka had forgotten her predicament.
"Ten?" Dekka laughed at such a statement. "We've got a pile of jewels sitting here before us, and you want to limit our time to indulge?" he asked incredulously. It made him laugh. "Come on. Just start lining your pockets. We've got time. Trust me." And he smirked and went back to work.
So many jewels..
So many beautiful, beautiful jewels.
Evangaline took a handful or two before turning to Dekka.
"Please, we have enough can we leave. My pockets are full and I don't see how you can shove anymore into your pockets and what if Mordecia come by? Really, please," Evangaline for a moment, didn't appear as her confident spit fire self, she appeared honestly worried and concerned.
Dekka paused what he was doing, half bent over a pile of jewels when he saw her expression. ANd it made him laugh.
"What? Don't you trust me?"
"Honestly, no. I think if you had to choose between jewels, and me, a one time fuck, you would definitely pick the jewels and leave me to hang," She replied crossing her arms.
"Yes, but now you've got some jewels," he chuckled. "So now you're worth far more than that." And with a grunt, he felt he had sufficiently lined his pockets and he stood erect and cast her a grin. "There, now I think that ought to do it." And he move over to her side and offered her his arm, "Shall we?"
Evangaline gave Dekka a look that could only be interpreted as, 'We get caught I will wear your family jewels as a necklace' before taking his arm letting him guide her out of the shop.
And somehow, no one seemed to bother them. Dekka just walked casually about, as if nothing were out of the ordinary, he even was approaching a pair of guards, one who looked their way, but then past them. It seemed they were looking for someone else- except... ironically, they were looking for them. Strolling past the guards, Dekka made a turn from the main street to an alleyway and whispered down to Evangeline, "Just stay close. We're not out of the clear yet. But act casual. And quit sweatin' it. I've been doing this for years. You think I don't now how to still a handful of jewels by now?"
Evangaline shot him a looked before once more leaning her head against his shoulder.
"My bad, sorry I have never gotten around trusting someone who calls themselves the king of thieves," She spoke shortly.
They had both saved each other as well as thrown the other o the dogs, so she honestly didn't know exactly how to feel about Dekka, or to know just how much trust she should put in him at all. She couldn't read him nor could she wrap him around her finger like she could do some many other men because he played that same game she did when it came to sex.
In the moment though, even though he had put them in way more danger then he should have he was trying to help her, saving her even which almost made her feel back about the ring she had slipped from Dekka. She sighed deeply. She would give it back as soon as they made it to safety.
She looked back into her memory, remembering how it looked like nothing special, just some ancient inscriptions about love. If he kept it and it had not monetary value it must have a great deal of sentimental value. She had a feeling she was going to see a bit more of his rage.
Dekka gave her a wistful smile, one that exposed just a partial amount of his teeth between his lips.
"Don't ever forget the title love. I'm not called the King for nothing." And he tossed her a wink and continued to lead her forward, though as they neared the edge of Reajh, towards the city gates, he noticed the heightened security and increased number of mordecai and guards.
"I think we'd better chance another way out of the city. Come on. Besides, if you've got some allergic reaction to the mordecai, you sure as shit won't be feeling well if we walk through there. Come on." And he gave a tug at her arm and gestured for her to follow him into a nearby side street, one that ran parallel with the city wall.
Evagaline didn't argue, didn't say anything at all actually. She was already starting to feel queasy. She squeezed his arm tighter and followed. She was too lost in her own mind and making plans once they were out of the city on how to leave to give much of a fight on anything.
Dekka kept the woman close, his eyes on the street, but his ears were ever wary to their surroundings.
"Just keep walking. We've got two options at this point if we want to get out of the city unseen. One, we steal a horse and try to make a run for it or trick the guards at the western gate. Though this risks a lot, as I'm sure most guards know my face." And then he paused just at the corner of the street, guiding her leftward as this other street still ran in parallel to the wall.
"Or the second idea is we go under ground." And he paused just beside a sewer grate and waited for her to get the idea...
Evangaline looked down at the gate, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips.
"Hey, it wouldn't be the first time we were in the sewer together," She spoke, unable to hide the humor in her voice.
"I think the second idea is better, it risks less, an that means for you less chance of losing your precious loot."
Dekka smirked at her, and down into the smelly rabbit hole the two went, and followed along the grimy sewers in relative silence. Dekka had a lot on his mind- and he wasn't just hung up over the jewels. And just as they moved to step outside to where the sewers came open, he stepped outside and stretched nad breathed in the cool, fresh air.
"Nothing like fresh air after a stroll through the sewers. Come on, if we're quick, we can get washed up in a stream nearby and be off in the woods before anyone notices we've been there. There should be a river up this way, one of the rivers that joins the Matron. I've ventured there a lot. It's rather private. Come on." And he moved forward, leading the way, and giving his new companion a playful smirk. He rather liked being in command of things, it always sated him- even if he had once wantd to knock her teeth out earlier this day.
Evagaline had already had it all planned out, of just how she was going to leave. She was starting to like the company of Dekka. She was becoming a hindrance though. Even if he was a thief, in Connloath he wasn't the greatest evil. He already had someone and with her there he was more likely to get caught and that wouldn't be fair to Dekka or his mystery girlfriend.
So she hurried behind him waiting for night to fall.
Dekka took to the river, keeping his clothing on, but the jewels set aside, discretely hidden inside his boots, whihc was the only bit of clothing he discarded before he jumped into the water for a swim. The cold water was refreshing, though perhaps a bit too cold to be comfortable, but he loved it, and enjoyed it's cool, refreshing essence while he gestured with a smirk over to Evangeline, "Hey, why don't you come on in here? Wash away the shit smell? Promise I won't bite."
Evangaline laughed slightly.
"Biting isn't what bothers me," She said with a laugh as she took off her boots and followed Dekka's example by putting all of her stolen jewels into her boots. Well all of her jewels except for the ruby ring that was still stuck on her finger.
She turned slowly easing into the water she instantly wrapped her arms around her chest as a shiver ran up her spine.
"Damn its cold."
"Yeah, but it sure beats that shit smell," he told her with a laugh. "Besides, it feels nice to cool off. But if you get too cold, I could always heat you up."
Evangaline laughed, "Have you forgot, I can create flames too silly," She spoke, ignoring the actual way he meant it. Slowly she made her way into the water shivering as she did. She raised her hand so Dekka could see it with the ring still on her finger.
"Its stuck!"
Dekka smirked as he slicked his wet hair back away from his face.
"I hardly meant that kind of flame, Vangie," he told her, grinning at her new nick name before his green eyes followed to her finger. And then his lips cracked open into a wider smile. ANd he laughed.
"Just keep it. As a memento. You never know when we'll cross paths again, and if people ask- just tell 'em who gave it to ya." ANd he tossed her a wink.
"So... about that need to heat up," he began to say, slyly walking his way over to her. He hadn't forgotten their roof top moment. Which was pretty fucking hot. To think, they had sex out on the roof top- in the rain. And he wouldn't pass up another opportunity to have fun like that again.
"Vangie?" She spoke, the look on her face didn't seem to be very pleased but people were going to call you what they were going to call you.
"Okay theify," she said closing the small distance between them the thin fabric of her shirt clinging to her skin becoming all but see through.
"but it isn't raining."
"Yeah, but it seems to me you're all wet. And when are you, you're drawn to fire," he told her, his eyes roving over her appreciatively. And then his hand moved to her ass as he pulled her flush against him. "And let me tell you, even the moredcai can't extinguish this."A nd he leaned in to kiss her hotly, powerfully as one hand cupped her face, the other, still keeping a firm grip upon her ass.
Evangaline let Dekka kiss her. She couldn't say it wasn't nice. His body did feel good against her own. Whoever had managed to steal theify's heart was lucky woman, well at least when it came to bedroom stuff, and he had proven the be at least half decent at protecting her. Slowly her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her chest harder against his. She let him lead, she was more in her head than in the moment.
And Dekka was very good at leading. His lips stole hers and then moved to take over her neck, kissing hot, hungeredly while his teeth raked at flesh and lips sucked upon it, leaving marks in his wake from neck to shoulder as his free hands began to roam over her body, enjoying the fact that well, her clothing was wet and skin tight.
"Marking me huh?" She said in a half moan half chuckle as she felt his mouth move roughly down her neck. Her hand too starting to wander over his body, his hot, hard muscular body.
Dekka's lips smiled against her flesh as he kissed her.
"Yeah," he told her, breath hot against her skin, as skillful hands moved to undress her. "And I can think of a dozen ways to make a mark..."
And as soon as he pulled her shirt off, he did the same to his and tossed it carelessly towards the shore line before hands captured her face as he kissed her fierce.
The soft flesh of her chest melted against his hard chest. Her nails raked against his back roughly, leaving her own mark on the man. He truly was like a ball of fire and she had a feeling she just might get burnt.
Hands found and moved all over her body, exploring her up and down as his smile ghosted over her lips then moved down to enjoy a taste of her breasts, all the while fumbling with his pants.
One of Evangaline's hands met his, helping him. She wanted nothing more than the distraction from her thoughts that he was about to give her.
OOC: Warning, mature content afoot. But it's Dekka so yeah >_>;
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It didn't take much more effort to get his pants free, and the second those were discarded, he helped strip her nude. And now, both were standing there in the river, the light from the setting sun setting low over head and glazed the world over in it's hot pink light. And the way the light and water played over her body was not missed, as Dekka hefted up on of her legs, gripping tightly onto the thighs and began to claim her, fucking her loudly in the river as his lips sealed over hers. He growled and bit softly at her lips, adoring the way she felt around him, so hot, tight and slick- and any thoughts of hate towards her went simply into his carnal desires as his hips bucked wildly, waters splashing around them and ripples scattering out erratically in a wild dance of light and water as the two were making love.
"Gods, you feel like sin," he murmured against her lips, slipping himself into her so deeply she'd be able to feel him all.
Evanaline was thankful for Dekka's talents so to speak. All the guilt that was rittling her was gone, all disappeared in pleasure and lust.
"You are addicting," she moaned lost in her own pleasure as her nail raked over his form roughly.
With his cock sealed deep inside her to the hilt, he continued to bang her, smiling as he felt her finger nails to his skin. Brushing her hair aside from her neck, he began to bite and kiss and lick at her skin, enjoying the smell and flavor of her scent while his cock enjoyed behind inside her hot as lava swollen sex.
"Gods.. " His lips found their way to hers again as he continued to bang her, hungered as he grunted with need. "I could say the same thing about you."
Because in all honesty, he could bang her all night.
Evangaline could already feel the pleasure building deep inside of her from Dekka's pistoning member.
"I'm going to cum," She screamed not caring that they were outside and anyone could happen upon them at any moment, including Connloathian guards. Yes, his lady was one lucky lady.
She wasn't the only one about to be driven by ecstasy, and the King of Thieves took her to heaven and back, filling her with his pleasure as she took of him. And though what started as sin at the river, ended with the pair of them in some abandoned cabin in the woods,a n once the jewels were well and secure, Dekka took her a second time, then a third- as he showed Miss Warren why no woman could resist him.
Once sated, he collapsed onto the bed, whcih was a small thing full of lumpy hay. But he didn't care. He felt like a puddle of goo, and simply laid beside Evangeline and basked in the afterglow of their sex. He had taken her to one of his various hide outs, int he middle of the woods somewhere far from the city. It had been night when they arrived, and it was already well past midnight when he was through with her. BUt he simply lay there contentedly. He might actually get some good sleep tonight.
Evangaline was more than pleased. Honestly she didn't know if she would be able to sneak out with how sore she was from there little day of fun. She would have to though. She had pretended to go to sleep until Dekka had fallen into a deep sleep himself. She eased her way out of the bed slowly being careful not to wake him. She laid all of her jewels on a small table except for the ring still stuck on her finger. She laid the ring she stole from him on top of the stack of jewels. She then snuck her way to the door sneaking one last look back at Dekka, feeling a slight ping at her heart, something she rarely felt. It was a good thing she was leaving now.
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When Dekka awoke, he stretched out upon the straw heaped bed with a grunt. The sunlight had began to pour into the room in small fingers of light. And when he turned he reached a hand out, only to smooth it out over the empty spot beside him. His green eyes slowly opened. He could barely remember her scent, and the bed had long since gone cold, ad when he sat up, raking a hand through his hair, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, and held up the ring to the light and stared at it for a long time before fitting it back to the necklace and slipped it beneath his clothes.
THe ring held so many memories, and here- he hadn't even realized it had been taken. But she had left it, even when she had gone. It was probably best she was not there- because of the emotions racked inside him were almost too much to contain.
OOC: This thread continues here (http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=17102.msg198796#msg198796)!