Seeing Jacob light the candle, a brief glow illuminated the bedroom and Marianne instinctively recoiled back. This wouldn't do....no, this wouldn't do at all! She supposed she could just outright hex him here and now, but that would only ruin the plan further! He needed to be asleep for her to make her move; she could only evade her presence from within the shadows for so long. Even so, the prospect of completing her goal was much more profitable than the possibility of failing. Because of that, she decided to wait and linger until her fearless leader was soon sleeping.
Just a little bit more….
Jacob yawned; after a few minutes he had started to feel the weight of his eyelids. Soon, he placed the book down on his night stand and put out the candle. He pulled the blankets over himself before shutting his eyes. A peaceful night’s sleep in his own bed would do him some good; maybe he could even wake up early and make breakfast. He had enjoyed dinner and he was glad mother hadn't made him sing or play music. Finally, his mind rested as he started to fall asleep.
Marianne waited....and waited...and waited some more...if only to ensure that he was truly asleep. When she noticed the calm breathing that now filled the room, she had to slap a hand over her own mouth to muffle the mad giggles that threatened to spill forth. Indeed, it was time to prove just how special she was to him; to show how much her fearless leader meant to her!
Padding softly to the side of the bed, she reached over towards him, only to suddenly pause. His sleeping form was too vulnerable, too helpless, and too malleable. It made her shiver in delight and she smiled down at him, red eye gleaming in the moon light from above. Slowly, gently, she crawled onto the bed and straddled him. Reaching into her dress pocket, she produced something held clenched within her palm before brining her other hand dangerously close to Jacob's face.
Jacob groaned as a strange weight on the bed made him shift in his sleep. Moments later, he heard a soft, almost beautiful, angelic voice.
"Hmmm....even now, you interest me so much, my fearless leader," she mumbled, as if caught in a deep gaze. Grinning from ear to ear, she brought her fingers down and lowered them towards the Champion of Naga's right eye.
Jacob slowly opened his eyes, only to be greeted with the sight of Marianne sitting above him staring deep at him. He stared back into her eye, scared, yet also curious; he wanted to know what she was doing almost as much as he feared it.
"Marianne, what are you doing?"
He spoke softly, kindly, as he didn't want to scare her.
"Hmm? Oh hi fearless leader!" Marianne said, her voice devoid of any trace of guilt over what she was doing. "My, my, you're a light sleeper. Hold still while I finish up, ok?"
Prying open Jacob's eye-lid with her fingers, she giggled before raising up the mystery object concealed in her other hand up, like a knife ready to stab down. She brought her fist towards the eye, revealing....
"There! Do you like it?"
It was....an eye-patch.
Jacob chuckled and sat up slowly, putting it on.
"Marianne... did you get this for me?"
He smiled, looking at her. He gently hugged her to show his pleasure with the gift; he knew it was a strange gift, but she was trying. She seemed to really care; maybe he didn't love her but he could give her a chance.
"I wish I had something for you."
"Oh don't worry about it fearless leader," she said, embracing the hug and nuzzling him softly. "I...felt bad for blowing up holes in your castle, so I gave you the next best thing! I was actually considering delivering that Archer girl's head on a silver platter to you...that wouldn't have been hard. I'm sure Mister Jerod or Mister Yelling Man or even Miss Timid would have gladly helped me, aha."
Marianne's teasing gaze slowly softened, and her voice became more serious.
"Consider it an apology gift....you really do interest me, my fearless leader. So interesting..."
Her eye narrowed as she said this, and she reached over to gently open and close both of Jacob's eye-lids. Apparently, this small action alone was enough to amuse and entertain her greatly.
"Open, close....open, close....open, close...."
Jacob chuckled gently, reaching over. He knew it was a nice moment and he wanted to make it special. He placed his hands on her head before smiling.
"I promise I'll stay interesting. Because you’re very interesting too."
He suddenly lifted her eye-patch daringly as they sat on his bed. He wanted to know.
The shadow of a blush, which had began to flare onto Marianne's pale cheeks, receded back within a heartbeat. Reeling back, she slapped his hand away viciously before holding one hand over the cloth, the other eye raving with a variety of emotions; anger, hatred, fear, delusion, and many more.
"**_Not yet_**," she muttered, more to herself, as traces of clear insanity could already be heard leaking into her voice. "_**N.O.T. Y.E.T.**_"
If the air could change with one's mood, then the night air certainly got chillier in that moment. Marianne continued to shield the patch with her palm. Suddenly, the playfulness in her posture and the affection in her voice was replaced by a tone that could freeze one's very heart.
"That being said, there was something I wanted to ask you, my fearless leader," she said lowly, her gaze holding nothing but apathy and unreadable emotion now. "I wanted to ask you specifically...what do you know about the....the Fell Dragon, Grima?"
Jacob gently sat up placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know quite a bit. I know of Grima's death, battles, life, and his great and terrible power. However, Grima is dead Marianne. He can't hurt us."
He had been shocked by what little he had seen underneath the patch, and it was...worrying. He knew she was from Plegia and that all dark mages could be traced back there.
"It's okay... I promise I won't tell anyone about what's under the patch... But you should know I care. Whatever happened, I promise I'll protect you from anything else, My brain tells me it has a link to Grima or the Grimleal and Plegia."
He took her hand and held it trying to comfort the girl in front of him. A dark surge of energy formed on Marianne’s palm and she directed the curse at Jacob's neck.
"**_You better not_**," she hissed, already predicting the outcome of what this single night would bring for the both of them. "_**And stop saying that....Don't ever sat that, ever A.G.A.I.N. It's not connected to Grima or the Grimaleal or Plegia so don't ever say that like everyone else does! N.O.T. A.G.A.I.N. And if you do...no, when you tell them, I will be sure to slaughter each and every last one of my "comrades". As for you, my beloved fearless leader...I'll think of something utterly horrific and nasty J.U.S.T. F.O.R. Y.O.U.**_"
Narrowing her single eye, she slowly lowered the other hand away from her eye-patch and cast the burning and eager curses away from her fingertips. Jacob jumped back a little before wrapping his arms around her. Sighing, the Dark Mage moved forward to rest her head on the Champion's shoulder. Honestly, she was getting quite tired of repeating this speech, only for people to...
"_**Human are inherently stupid creatures**_," she hissed bitterly into his shoulder. It was evident from her voice that she was tiring out. Even psychopaths tended to get exhausted. "They can never just _**P.A.Y. I.T. N.O. M.I.N.D.**_"
"Marianne, I'm not stupid; in fact, I'm a genius. Or, so my master tells me. So I promise, the others won't know your secret. You’re safe here with me so just relax and enjoy laying here."
He ran a hand through her hair and leaned down putting his face in front of her's.
"I'm interesting remember? Maybe it's because, like you, I'm different from others."
"Yes. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. You're _**interesting**_," Marianne whispered, seeming to have calmed down for the moment. "Genius is a bit of a stretch but...oh, but you're my fearless leader. My precious leader..."
Closing her eye, she gently nudged her forehead further into his hand, enjoying the warmth of him all together. Still...she had played a very dangerous game just now. She was grateful he didn't push forward the Grima subject, because she was still convinced that if he knew the entire story, she would no doubt have to kill him. No, he was special...next time, she would consume him herself. But for now, she would enjoy this moment with her beloved.
"Fearless leader," she said sleepily, closing her one eye shut. "Hmm....I'll stay by your side. Even if humanity's only purpose is to fail...I can at least find solace in you, my fearless leader. My Jacob. Heh, it's funny how you're Naga's Champion....you're just so...interest.....nng...."
The Dark Mage was breathing soft and deeply, having fallen asleep in the Champion's embrace.
Jacob smiled wrapping her in his cloak as he started to fall asleep. He decided to be brave; besides, she wouldn't remember it anyway, so he pecked her cheek with a kiss. He didn't love her, but she had seemed so scared and fragile just now. He had to know more…tacticians have always craved knowledge. Well she was a discovery he would be proud to unearth. Gently placing a hand on his new eye-patch, he smiled and fell asleep with the little Dark Mage, no doubt forgetting that his sister would wake him up bright and early.