"It was you" [Private Plot: Despair/Famine]

The mage’s shoulders remained tensed, hands rounded up into tight fists at her sides. A night breeze chilled goose bumps over her skin and ruffed up her shortened hair. The air blew against her watering eyes, causing them to vex shut. Sight stripped, she failed to notice Lance step towards her. Her lips moved apart slightly to speak. The words never left her mouth, her hand caught. Eyes fluttered themselves open again at the surprise. Just as she was reeled into his body. He had pulled her in close, too close… Her palms found themselves squared flatly on his chest as if an initial attempt to shove him out of her ‘space bubble’.

Then, he leaned in to do something she hadn’t expected.

Her mouth was captured between his. There was a pause, her figure quaked in his arms as if stunned. She felt stiff as a board standing there. Lance's palms never lowered in suggestiveness but rose up to her back; a display of pure affection. Famine's shoulders lowered to slightly slacken her clenched up form. Her eyes remained opened but lowered, slipping to a half-lidded state. This wasn’t Desire, the tender hold against her back and the warmth of his lips proved it was really something else. What did they call it?...attachment, Intimacy, endearment…

Rita's fingers curled at his chest slightly too barely catch his shirt, his mouth slid out of synch with hers.

Love?

She could hear her heart pattering as his mouth came to scrape her nose. Lashes batted, eyes lowering coyly as they just froze in that stance. The girl cleared her throat slowly to register the words which rolled off his tongue next. He’d been protecting her all this time though… Even if she refused it would not stop him would it, that’s how much he cared. Silence fell between them before she stifled the delayed reply.  “…Okay” there came another awkward pause... until a sudden wet droplet came to peck the tip of her nose.

She raised her chin to the heavens, seeing a dark mass of late clouds had intruded the once starry sky. “Rain…” her mouth murmured, water spots gingerly becoming more frequent as they came to freckle the ground.
 

The mages lashes fluttered once, as if with confusion as Lance pulled the cloak around his abdomen over both of their shoulders, keeping her dry from the growing rainfall. Silently amid the rain shower she listened to his words. It was then that her azure gaze lowered as if troubled. Too many people had already hurt her some way or another, maybe Rita was just used too it or learned to expect it hence where her trust issues blossomed… Although It was true that she never really did picture Lance hurting her, after they got to know one another at least. A silent sigh wafted from her lips. She was just touchy when it came to people, you didn't know what evils they were truly capable of...Famine would have to take and trust his his word on this though.

Only when he rested his palm atop her head did her irises lift again. She caught his blush and a little color too flushed to her face as well. No, She’d never been a fan of jewelry; regardless she took onyx gem in her palm, fingers clenching onto the chain of the pendant. “Yeah…” Rita began slowly. A ‘talk’ was much needed wasn’t it… but she really was not sure that’s what she wanted with everything that happened. Or maybe it was that she still felt a little uncomfortable opening up. she knew he had questions for her.
















 

"I wanted out of that life after that day, Lance. Does that make sense? It took one injury too many but I realized I wasn’t born to be a hero. I couldn’t go into those battles anymore, to save some stranger, protect what’s important to them, I’ve got my own things.” With that Famine pushed her back off the warehouse wall she had elected to lean against with a creek, padding across the floor towards him.

Without a word she clasped hold onto his arm, drawing up his sleeve further to unveil the burn and damage Sin had inflicted on his skin. “It was stupid of you to take a walk through The Devil’s continent, for what strength?” Her tone had lost that sympathetic feel to it… but she didn’t speak harshly either. Her tongue gave the impression she spoke the obvious, bringing up something as simple as the rain outside. Stretching his pale and battle scared hand Famine aligned their fingers, his hand clearly a bit greater in proportion to hers. “You’re right, these marks are hideous, but I think I can fix this.” Rita explained in an unwavering tone.