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Realms of Sun & Shadow

sorry it was short. I was hoping to add more but couldnt due to restrictions.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

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Eye of the beholder

“Sunni? Na'ri had the bar. Just sorting rooms.” Was Sya's first reply as she turned around to see the woman from downstairs. The … woman from downstairs. Her brain had to do a switch a second to fully engage back before she could reply. “Sorry, I'm…still preparing the room miss.” she said automatically at first. The woman's hood was down now though and could see in the candle burning in the room for lights, skin paler even than her own and strikingly bright red eyes that made her stop. Striking and … she unlike few others had met Sya gaze prior, was not afraid of her eye. Unlike Sya her hair seemed to have turned white or perhaps it was pale before…

Olivia Kept her pale face tilted away from the innkeeper as she smiled shyly casting glances at her from across the room. Forcing herself to breathe more often which she learned caused her skin to become a pale pink in its hue. The lady leaned heavily against the door at first before shifting her weight to her feet and moving very slowly to the bed in the room. "Might I ask for less candles? The light ...is too bright." The woman's voice soft and warm much like her cloak instead of texture her voice reflected the comfort in her tone. Reaching the edge of the bed the ruby eyes stole another glance at her ...room mate. The new term feeding the devious smile on her full lips.

Sya had seen other blight born but you never knew what another one was like, some far more animal than human, barely able to tell friend from foe. Dawn Haven was one of few places she had seen more than a handful of their kind in a single place. Most in Dawn Haven where the … safe kind if you could call them safe, the true monsters would be driven away or killed. Few even blighted themselves could blame that attitude.

The revealed attire of the woman was rather normal, a finer cut than her own and material she could ill afford but travelling clothes akin to many others. The dark skirt, corset looked nice despite their more muted tones and were fitted nicely. Standing up Sya also noted the woman was a few inches taller than the Innkeeper herself.

Olivia let her face turn to Syraeia soaking in every detail. The slender slope of her neck the plushness of her lips, the earthen brown hair, and of course the most fascinating feature, the big blue eye like a window into heaven staring at her now from the side of the room. It felt as if the gods had made this woman just for her. After being hidden for so long and subjects scared at times to gaze at the lady of the keep now in this part of the world was a creature like she who had no trouble gazing at her visage so openly, so fearless. This feeling so fresh and tantalizing covered her from hear to toe. Unclasping the cloak to place on the bed the pale lady softly chewed at her lower lip before tucking some loose strands behind an ear.

The second part really caught her guard down, her name was Olvia, a first name even without title or such. A rather personal gesture for a better, and then she asked to sit down and talk, the tone, the wording. She was asking Sya, no command or expectation… turning bodily to face the woman pepper, no Olivia in fact. “Syraeia, or Sya if you like.” She forced herself to be steady, forced herself to think. That big blue eye blinked and she nodded and sat on the bed's edge. Why did she want to talk, what did she want?

Her own nerves came as she ran a hand through the rather intricate braids and stick that kept her brown hair in place, the natural pressure held it all tight without need of more expensive pins and such. “Please, If you would talk with an innkeeper.” She gestured next to her. “If we cannot show our true self to a blight, who can we?” She said more boldly than felt and the glow in her eye returned with her feeling of hope. Yes, hope. Maybe she could explain more of the blight, maybe she knew more of why she was cursed so or why the blight would return her but wipe out all her family and village bar perhaps 2.

There was a chair by the small desk in the room for writing and yet the blight borne choose to sit on the bed. Olivias eyes grew wide for a moment seeing the bold gesture from the slender tavern woman. The lady wondered... before shaking her head softly dismissing the thought. Taking a seat no more than half an arms length from the other woman. A sweet smile and glance as a gesture of appreciation. Her hands fidgeting with the black fingernails nervously. There was no court or reception hall so she broke with decorum, the rebellious feeling that followed felt good.

“Why the interest in me, I desire to be, but am no lady of wealth or influence with the beautiful dresses and bright robes? I been without, its much easier with.” The words were out her mouth before she could stop herself, before she could think and before she could hide… Sya was entirely honest about her desire to be more than just… she wanted more, wanted to be the one in fine clothes and maybe earn more respect, maybe have to hide less…maybe be seen for someone to be with? Someone worthy of care?

As Syraeia spoke the pale woman leaned in just a little. "You are the first person like me I have ever seen. I had always heard tales of blight borne beig mindless savages, blood thristy monsters, yet I find you tending to travelers at an inn. I never would have imagined there might be someone like me and so unlike the stories one hears. I want you," She paused looking away her hands clenching the fabric of her skirt waiting for the feeling of embarrassment to leave her chest over the poor word choice before continuing. "It would be nice to talk to you about our condition. Perhaps together we may find out more of our selves in similarities and our differences." Olivia listened to her new room mate speak of desires and private wishes. "If things go as I plan then I will be relocating here in a fortnight or two. I will need many things. A room, food for my guests, a friend of discretion who I could count on to gather things and be trust worthy enough to take messages to the prince on my behalf during the day time." Giving a pause as her face tilted down a little. "I may look like this but I'm not a mindless monster. I think if you would give me the chance I could be your friend. I would like that very much." She glanced at Syraeia with some hope.

That was all a dream though, she still almost felt herself run, the desire to hide, people did not normally voluntarily sit those close to one of a Blight affliction knowingly like this in private.

Olivia took the leap of faith and slowly with her pale hand placed it into the tavern girls lap. "If you, my friend could arrange things for me during the day, tell me things about this town, then I could help you with the things your heart desires."

But she held her nerve, this was no ordinary woman, she would resist that Instinct, and talk with this strikingly pale lady as she saw her close up. Iris was red as blood and could see the blue veins in her exposed flesh.

Blight born has to breathe… maybe not eat but much as people claimed…they were dead…alive…it got confusing. However long, she still had little understanding but what she could learn herself.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

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Fight Club

Mitzuki rolled her eyes at her drinking buddy. "Man you've got your work cut out for you." His innocence was refreshing too often the men in her life were very handsy and ready to go, she found the hesitance uncharted territory. "So... You want to tell me the typical night in the Hanzo home? I don't need the details just the broad generalization."

Aki gave a shy look. Were they really doing this? He sighed, "Fine..." Hanzo was about to star but the general and more recent moments of intimacy began with fights. The realization of this truth as he sat there with her only made the company man shake his head in disbelief. "In the first year of marriage we would in the morning waking up early before work and well, it was great spending the time together right up to the very last second."

She slapped the back of his head. "Baka! Rushing the moment is bad! You're not supposed to... Whatever just tell me you got better?"

He shook his head no. "It was hard to find the time even when I would come home and she was there waiting in her naughty spring dress with the deep square neck and white stockings that hinted at more I was just dead tired. Even trying to catch some sleep on the train or drinking caffeine it was just a lack of enthusiasm. Gods knew I wanted to and I knew the effort on her part to keep it going I felt bad for no being more of a participant. Which is why I asked for the mornings. It was better at first. But the lack of spontaneity made it..."

"Into a chore." Mitzuki rolled her eyes interjecting. "Yeah I can see that. Time off was a no and that house was a real money drain matched with the education I bet you are just making it and no space in the budget to go to places. You should have come to me I can help find secluded little places you two could..." She watched him shake his head no. "Listen no money means you should use it as an excuse to be more spontaneous in certain places. I bet being so pent up she would be more willing than you might guess." She watched him consider it.

"I'm sure you could do it but I dont think I could." He folded his arms across his chest firm in the stance.

"Oh? this coming from a man who earlier tonight had two girls in his office and one under his desk. I think you could after that. Just read something trashy there are a lot of ideas in them for you to use. Some women actually like them too, its not just fantasies for guys you know?" Her voice turning more sultry towards the end.

He shifted in his seat giving her side glances.

Seeing his stance waver she hopped up and with a red face headed to her room. Returning after a minute. Her face beat red as she shyly handed them to him to look at. "Here, look through these your safe here so dont hold back I wont tell. Besides if I did I'd be in just as much hot water as you." Seeing his hand move to the small stack of smut she needed more beer. The long time friend grabbed two more from the fridge and set them down on the table. She instantly sat down and popped it open taking a long pull while she watched him thumb through her own fantasies. Her face quickly flush with pale pink.

Aki looked through them some spicier than others all of them holding secrete rendezvous. His eyes looked away at some of the more intimate scenes as he read the contents and looked at the locations. The bath house, a small alleyway, movie theater, abandoned building, even a secluded section of a public park!

"Well a lot of those are just suggestions as some locations are more unrealistic then others. You could just take her to a love hotel or some other place that you know would be safe for the two of you. There are a lot of cheap options. These ones while more dangerous are very cheap. You'd be surprised how much action the sea wall experiences in the cove." She gave a stretch with her arms high over head hoping he would look. He smile becoming more self gratifying as she caught him.

He popped the beer and didnt stop until half of it was gone. Hoping the gods would take pity on him if he were drunk. He reread one where the woman was in the trench coat and walking arm and arm while they did some shopping. "No way she would ever do that. Also why do you assume it was just me? Has she ever told you of things like this?"

She nodded shyly as she avoided his gaze. "She's had a little wild streak that she keeps hidden. It was why I was surprised that you hadn't done more. I can believe she wouldn't tell you them. You seemed like the more vanilla type, sorry."

Maybe it was the beer, or the spicy manga, "Yeah it might be." He stood up and moved to the sofa laying down and rereading the comic. He didnt realize she was walking behind him until he looked up after turning a page to find her sitting in the chair across the coffee table. "So since we've gotten this far mind telling me a few of these secrete fantasies?"

The two talked into the night with the light weight nodding off mid sentence to he dismay. She took a picture holding the moment where possibilities could have bloomed before walking down the short hall to her room and shutting the door. Getting him to the train would be a pain with the turn around from the station and then the drive in traffic to work. Laying there Mitzuki thought of why the quiet one got so damn lucky.

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Enemy, Mine

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