A Hate Like No Other {Krum}

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

I stand up, steady I'm ready,​

Gained a level already​

Suit holding me tight, like Sis holding Teddy,​

They'll watch me with envy​

Saying "Damn he's deadly"​

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Walk into the room,​

Now you're all doomed​

No worries, the flowers will bloom​

as they lay outside your tombs​

Haha, okay, resume.​

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Girl, we have a special kind of hate,​

And I'd hate to break that pretty face​

But your soul lacks grace,​

We're a special brand, there's no mistake​

This must be fate​

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Once upon a late night so dreary, one which academy halls appeared so eerie, a young lass wandered, soul a little to cheery. Her footsteps were light as she searched for a midnight fight. Had she known what was to come... well, her escapade would have been done before it had begun. Alas she was unaware. So with a smirk and not a single stare she wandered until she was there. The training grounds. Scraps of droids lie abandoned all around the room. This place rarely seemed to be cleaned. Only when it desperately needed it. For the rest of the time students were simply told to use the debris to their advantage. Perhaps if there were more students here the place would be shown more care. Or if there were more Knights and Masters visiting. Until something changed, it was going to stay semi-dirty. A couple scorch marks lined a certain section of flooring, leading to a pillar, and dried blood was spattered around it. This was where the lass had fought with the redhead. Along with that blasted Knight Imura. Both skirmishes had left her bloody. The latter (which had involved fire of all things) even more so than the first. Even now her body felt the effects. Vargent Nordii's nose was crooked. An elbow had broken it the week before. Somehow it hadn't healed right, leaving her with a life-long reminder of [member="Cypra Krum"].

"I'll pay her back for that one. Some day." A hand went up to nurse a nonexistent wound. Even without a method of seeing herself, she knew it was there. The little notch in her nose. Where skin had pushed cartilage against bone. Scowling she spit angrily at the ground she had been pinned to. But that made her think of the feeling of soft lips pressing to her cheek. Her eyes closed as she relaxed in bliss... no. She didn't. Because she didn't have eyes. A fact that others were all to quick to remind her of. That always bothered her. Some people had no idea what manners were, or how the Force worked, especially for members of her species. Over the years she had learned to ignore the odd looks. Sometimes though... sometimes it still angered her. Some people were just... just so ignorant. So completely and utterly- oh. It looks like this description is being hijacked. Oh well, we'll just-... I hated a lot of people these days. Such a strange feeling, really, to go from being a happy, kind girl, to this. Some sort of hateful little prick. Perhaps they were right. The others at the academy. I had been a Jedi. How could I ever truly be a Sith?... All the necessary changes seemed so big... looming over me, just like my predecessors' shadows.

It was that question that caused me to leave my room in the middle of this cold night. Something had to be done about this wretched feeling of not belonging. Tonight I'd really get something done. I'd work until my fingers and knees were bleeding. When they'd find me in the morn, I'd be sleeping in the center of a pile of droids. It would take days to repair them all. Even then some of them would have to be scrapped for parts. Yes, that was a good goal. Every last one would end up disabled. "Even Krum will have to admit I'm good after this. Illaria would be proud!" Smiling softly I remembered the youngling. We had been almost like sisters. From the moment she arrived at the Temple to the moment the Sith attacked I had protected her, cared for her, taught her. When the rubble had fallen... when she had died... a part of me had died with her. We had been close- literally- when she was crushed. Just a few meters away from each other. My force push had only been enough to get the stone to go away from me. Illaria was one of many taken away from this realm instantly. She was what I trained for. I wanted to be able to prevent anyone from ever hurting someone I cared about again. That day the Sith had shown great power. And that day it became all I wanted.

Smile fading I wandered over to the unactivated droids. There looked to be at least a dozen in decent shape. More would be found in a nearby storage room. Unfortunately I'd have to break into there if I wanted more. These would have to do for now. Humming a popular lullaby I went to each robot, turning them on, and programmed them for a high difficulty setting. All twelve turned on quietly. Time for some fun. Vaguely aware of another presence a little bit away (probably someone using the bathroom or sneaking food from the nearby kitchen) I got into stance. "For Illaria!" The first droid rushed forward, blade twirling, slashing at my right. Quickly I slid to the left, only to find out the move was a feign. Growling I awkwardly blocked the attack. I needed to focus. "For Talia." This time my voice was softer. Much harder for myself to hear. It sounded so pathetic, like it was about to crack. That wasn't who I was. Nor was it who I was going to let myself become. Spinning I blocked another strike, kicked out with a leg, and watched the droid stumble. Then a force push (far stronger than the one I had released in an attempt at saving Illaria) sent it sprawling to the ground. Lastly the machine would find itself being lifted into the air... it's head straining to stay where it was. "For you, mom."

A second later it thudded, followed by the sound of mechanical footsteps. I had much to do.

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I get up, time to slay away a new day,​

Doing what I can for the fat pay,​

Life's grey, gotta stray from the fray​

Sway from the sea to the bay​

Try not to show dismay when the boys betray​

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Alright, oh hey, we gonna fight?​

Or what? C'mon man, let me hear it!​

Let me hear you roar like you mean it!​

Scream at the top of your lungs right now!​

Go ahead then take a bow!​

Y'all ready? Let's do this!​

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Oh, we've got such a special hate,​

And I'd hate, to break, that pretty face​

But your soul, it lacks grace​

We're still a special brand, there's no mistake​

This must be fate​

We were meant, we were meant to hate.​

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{OOC: I swear some of the rhyming was unintentional. Some of it.}​

 

[Cypra Krum]

The sound of fire fighting in the distance. The screaming of people from the town. The sense of urgency to run back home. The chaotic run through the streets that were on fire. The sound of blasters going off, some far and some too close. Seeing her home look as though it was damaged beyond repair. The confusion of where the Jedi had gone. The growing dread as she realized her mother was gone too. The deep sadness in her heart upon discovering her body. The fear after being found and captured by the slavers. And the dark hatred hatred for the Jedi for having failed to save her life.

These were the things that haunted Cypra's nightmares. Not one night had gone by where these memories had managed to seep their way into her thoughts as she slept or even tried meditating on the matter, sometimes at the bequest of her master. Some nights she managed to sleep it off until morning. Other nights, like tonight, it was too much for her to where she had to wake.

Sitting up and gasping from her bed, Cypra took a moment to let reality sink in. It was a dream but also a bad trip down memory lane for her. Nothing but pain ans sorrow down that road. But perhaps it was for the better as Cypra had realized when joining the Sith. These emotions are what gave them strength, and she wanted that strength to get her revenge on the Jedi for what she felt was their fault. As much as she wanted to sleep again, however, she found herself too awake for that.

She slid out from her bed and walked over to the nearest mirror in her room to examine herself. She looked at her face which still had the underlining tone of contempt everywhere you looked. And then she looked down at her body, seeing as she only wore her underwear to bed it exposed the rest of her figure to the scars decorating it. All manner of bruises and cuts had taken spots on her arms and legs and torso and back, and each one she remembered well.

All of this made Cypra want to try and clear her head with a little exorcise in the training hall. Only throwing on pants and taking her training sabre with her she walked out of her room and down towards the area itself. As she continued on she passed the rooms of other sleeping sith acolytes, wondering if they had trouble sleeping as she did sometimes. Or perhaps not being able to sleep when so focused on your own goals of revenge was something the Sith wanted. Who could truly say?

Before she reached it Cypra had felt a presence already at the training grounds. It took her a moment to fully reach out and recognize the dark aura of....

"Nordii." she said aloud to herself.

She was more careful with her steps now as she came closer, hearing the sound of training going on. She could hear Nordii now, shouting names while destroying droids. She peered round the corner to see her clearly as she fought, taking note of her style and footing as she did. She huffed as she's shouted more names, making her question who and why they were so important. But aside from that she thought it was funny how she declared her actions so loudly.

Standing to the side and leaning against a pillar behind Nordii Cypra waited until she was finished before calling out "And for noisy, annoying Jedi-turned-sith acolytes everywhere!"

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Krum?!? Her sudden appearance surprised me, letting the last of the dozen droids get a sharp hit in to my gut. Blood sputtered out of my mouth as I parried another hit. Growling I force pushed it back angrily. Then I put my blade away, other hand outstretched. Slowly I closed my fist. And with that the machine slowly crumpled inwards on itself. It was little more than a durasteel box by the time I finished. Wiping crimson liquid from my chin I turned to face my beloved enemy. God, I wanted to punch her, getting rid of the smirk she was probably wearing. "And to bitches who enjoy interrupting a decent training session." I wasn't in the mood for her shenanigans. Not even a little bit. My nose scrunched up, further wrinkling it, as I moved my hand to point at her. Reaching out with the force I tried to push her against a nearby pillar, attempting to choke her as I did. That still wasn't enough. "Don't mock me, child, until you have any idea what you're talking about." Slowly I stepped towards her. With each step my rage grew. Krum needed to die. I needed to watch the life drain from her eyes. But using the force wasn't enough. So I lowered my hand, releasing the hold I had on her, still stalking ever closer. Once I was close enough I threw one good, hard punch right at that stupid, intact nose of hers.

Payback was a queen.
Just like her.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

Cypra had smirked even more when Nordii had taken a hard hit to the gut. She gave a low "ooo" sound to mock her further with how that must've hurt, especially seeing how the blood spelt from her mouth. After she'd finished with them Cypra gave a condescending clap to Nordii for having defeated more droids, only for her to huff when she'd called her a queen.

Next thing Cypra knew as the force being used to push her, which she tried to fight, and then having it around her throat and trying to choke the life out of her. As bad as it was Cypra didn't let Nordii have the luxury of seeing her struggle badly. She tried to reach out with the force herself but, before she could, Nordii let her go. It took Cypra a moment to regain her breath before getting a hard punch to the nose. Her whole head went in the same direction as she was punched nearly in the nose before rubbing it.

"Fell better?" she asked Nordii while still rubbing it. "Cause it felt like another kiss to me." she smirked.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Part of me hoped we'd make enough sound to have one of the masters come and investigate. Just so they could separate us before one of us ended up slammed through a wall. As in: Before Krum got slammed through a wall. Or two. Never before had I had the intense displeasure to meet someone so thoroughly aggravating. It was almost amusing, really, that such a person was an ally, and not one of my true enemies. Almost. The thought of us... working together was nearly as irritating as the woman herself. But of course we'd have to at some point. We were both Sith. And while we'd plot to kill each other in our sleep, we'd still destroy others, together. Fate was a fickle thing. Still is. So I knew that for as long as both of us were still alive our lives would be intertwined. How absolutely horrifying, to say the least. "Feel better? 'Cause it felt like another kiss to me." Damn her to hell. "A kiss? Oh, so you like the pain, eh? Then you're about to feel real, real good." Or not. Hopefully not. All I wanted was to see her cringe.

Once again my fist shot out, aiming for her stomach. Then I tried to push her against the pillar again (this time with my bare hands). Whether or not it worked I kicked out at her legs. The hope was to get her to fall or stumble. Both my arms would be waiting to catch her. And drop her right back to the ground. All the while my face was twisted in a sly, evil smirk. I was enjoying this a little to much.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

Senseing her move Cypra had at least managed to catch Nordii's hand before she could make another gut punch. One thing she wasn't in the mood for was anymore hits to the stomach and needing to see whatever she ate force it's way back up into her again. Did she like pain? In fact her master had taught her how pain as a means of power, so in a way this was a fact.

When she tripped however Cypra was taken off-guard and fell, only to be momentarily caught by Nordii before she dropped her to the ground again. She thudded against the ground and looked up to Nordii, seeing the sly grin on her face. Cypra sneered at this before returning the favor. With a sweep kick she knocked the legs out from under her and waited until she hit the ground.

Acting quick she got up and sat on Nordii before taking one arm and putting it in a vice grip. She held it to where she wanted to break it but didn't. She wanted to here Nordii cry in pain and then let her go just because that would be satisfying enough.

"Say it!"she demanded. "Say uncle! C'mon!"

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Ha! Krum was on the ground, I had- well. Now we were both on the ground. Within seconds my arm was locked in a tight grip, threatening to break. Damn it. I wouldn't let her hear me cry out. "No. Break it! Go ahead! It will never hurt as bad as the rubble at the temple!" Then I bit down on my tongue. Of course it hurt, but it distracted me from the pain of my arm. Doing my best to stay quiet I thought back to that day once more. Meeting up with a Knight, gathering the younglings, getting separated, the temple exploding. Stone falling down. My hand stretching out, letting out a force push. Falling unconscious. Waking up to see blood pooled around me. Staring in horror at my leg pinned beneath rock. Barely managing to pull it free, finding a bone jutting out. Without the guiding power of the force I would have died. Somehow it had lead me to a powerful Darth who healed me like it was nothing. In that moment the first pieces of darkness had filtered into my being. Now even more was filling up my insides. And it would not let me give up.

"No matter how hard... how hard you try, you will never break me! I have suffered long and hard, Krum. You are incapable of ever causing me more damage than I have already lived through! Now eat dirt, queen!" With a snap I dislocated my wrist, turning my hand just enough to allow a force push to be thrown at her. Aimed right at that exposed stomach of hers.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

Cypra had to give Nordii credit for not folding even as she had her arm ready to break. She could tell as raging as her emotions were that Nordii was troubled over something and all this confrontation between them might have been a means of letting it out. But Cypra didn't have time to make any sort of move before Nordii dislocated her own wrist and shot her back thanks to a force push.

After falling back on the ground Cypra coughed a little, taking a good one to the chest, before standing and saying "Like you have room to talk!" she shot her own force push towards her, hoping to knock her back, before saying "My whole life's nothing but one painful memory after another. Try not breaking when you're forced into slavery for years!" Another push she sent just out of spite.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

We were both knocked back. Before I could snap back a response about how she had no idea what my life was like, she let me see a glimpse of hers. It sounded... bad. "​Slavery is pretty bad! I almost feel sorry for you and your ginormous ass! I just wonder how you managed to get such a big ego when you were being constantly put down by idiots who thought they owned you!" Spitting out another bit of blood I pushed myself back onto my feet. For a moment I stood still, waiting to see if she was going to make another move. When she didn't I coughed and continued talking. "I grew up surrounded by lies. They told me that the Republic didn't allow slavery. That no one in our space suffered like that. And I believed them. I thought they were the strongest people in the world. Even believed that I was strong to. Then the goddamn Sith attacked. I was sent to help the youngest escape. Those that weren't yet tough enough to protect themselves. Someone set explosives inside and around the Temple. It blew up with me inside. None of the Jedi had been strong enough to stop any of it. The kids I was with... the ones who were practically my siblings... they died around me... I ended up in a pool of their blood."

I had no idea why I was telling her this.

Another spout of coughing shook my chest. Stepping back I rested my uninjured hand on the pillar. With a deep shaky breath I finished my 'sob story'. This time I was so quiet, I wasn't sure she heard me. "My right leg was crushed. It was the worst injury I had ever seen. And I had spent three months assisting the Temple healers. Honestly I'm not sure how I made it out of there. One of the... one of the Sith took pity on me. There I was, a pathetic little Jedi girl, broken and bleeding... and she pitied me. A Sith pitied me. That's how bad I was... She healed me. Offered me a chance to go with her. A chance at real power..." I choked back a sob. Crying was odd for Miraluka. We didn't exactly have tear ducts. Instead we just kind of... shook. Sniffled, whimpered. It was a sorry sight. I couldn't let Krum of all people see me that way. "I can't fail her. I can't fail them... the younglings. Not again."

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

Another smart ass comment about her looks and Cypra was a hair away from force choking Nordii this time. She took a step forward and readied herself before hearing as she went on about her sympathetic look towards slavery in the galaxy and the Republic. They may have been against it but that didn't mean they could stop it everywhere. But even then Cypra wanted to spit that comment back at her, expect now she was stunned by what she heard.

She listened as Nordii told her story of being a Jedi and seeing everyone dying around her. Cypra knew the feel of losing someone close all too well. Even if it wasn't the same sort of person or persons it was still rough no matter who you were. And then hearing how all of this was just because she didn't want to fail her master, same as Cypra didn't want to fail her own after he'd saved her life. Perhaps there was more to them than they realized.

Reluctantly she walked up to the crying Nordii and stood in front of her. She tried saying something a few times but kept stopping herself, obviously hard about opening up with a woman who she fought with so much.

"I....I...was abused as a slave." she finally said. "They didn't just use me for manual work. They needed 'entertainment' as well. Why do you think this face is still as good as it is when the rest of me looks like a train wreck? They don't like them when they're....ugly. And after years of that what did they do? Dump in the street and leave me to die. If not for my master, I'd be there now. Dead and gone and not having to deal with this! But I'm here, and I intend to be better than I was. Not let my weakness get the better of me like before."

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

For the first time in two years I felt the effects of the asthma I thought was gone. Suddenly my lungs felt tight, shrunk up, and faulty. This... this can't... Coughs shook my body, I could barely focus on what Cypra was saying. Somehow most of it got through though. We had both been through a fair amount of stuff in our short lives. And... even though I hated to admit it... she had been through more than I had. Holding in another cough I reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry... God, we're both assholes. Mostly me, but hey, I gotta... at least... feth... I need to sit down... Karking asthma..." After a moment I stumbled, sliding down the pillar with a sigh. Air seemed to be purposely avoiding my lungs. This was getting bad. Fast. "Sorry... Maybe we should... prove ourselves... together?..."

What Vargent did not know was that this was not asthma. This was an anxiety attack. All the emotions of the week were starting to get to her. Her shortness of breath was a natural reaction to to many feelings at once. What she needed was a moment of quiet, some thinking, and deep breathing. Though with what little asthma did actually remain, that might take awhile. She was sure to be okay though. It just wouldn't be very easy.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

She nodded at her saying both of them had acted so bad before commenting "At least you were fine admitting it."

Cypra stopped and looked oddly at Nordii given how she was breathing. She cocked her head a little before realizing she was having a panic attack. She really didn't know how to react to it, given that she didn't know what caused these sorts of things to happen to people. She just stood to the side and waited until she started to calm down. Once she finally settled and sat down Cypra slowly made her way over and sat next to her and listened to how she was saying they should be better working to prove themselves together.

"You....really think that'll work?" she asked.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

For a time Vargent didn't respond. She simply tried to calm her breathing down, occasionally letting out a short groan or nursing her dislocated wrist. Finally, after what felt like hours (but was really only ten minutes at most) she spoke. "We seem to be pretty good at getting each other motivated. All it takes is a well-timed insult and suddenly we're spiraling balls of fury, heh... I'm sure we could cause a lot of hell together. Maybe if we tried we could even kick that Imura guy's ass. After a bit more training, of course... heh..." Taking a risk she leaned her head against Krum's shoulder. Had she realized that her sort-of-friend wasn't wearing a shirt, she probably wouldn't have. When she figured it out, both of her cheeks turned redder than they had ever been before. Even more so than after Cypra's slap. "Your ass isn't that big, by the way... I was just saying that to piss you off... It's, er, well it's nice. I think. Can't really see much of it. But I'm just going to assume you're easy on the eyes." She chuckled at that, before adding a little more, this time even softer. "Your force signature is definitely nice. Especially when you're angry. It's a very beautiful color..."

Her blush grew.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

After Nordii's little joke about how well they could work if they pissed each other off in the right way Cypra couldn't help but give a little chuckle. And then she nodded at the idea of both of them being able to take on Imura and actually manage to beat him this time around. The idea did bring a smirk to her face about sticking it to him after he tried to act as master to both of them when he had no right.

When she made the comment about her but Cypra commented "I know. And sorry about the nose, by the way." Then when she commented about her looks in a positive tone she added a little "...thanks?" And then when she made another comment about her aura being beautiful she looked down and saw how red her cheeks were. "Oh. Well....thanks."

She looked straight ahead, confused by this. She felt odd too. And why? This was Nordii, the girl who hated her only a few minutes ago. And now all of a sudden she started getting all funny in the chest around her. What for? But at that she started to understand what it was, but that only confused her more.

Suddenly she stood and took Nordii by the hand and said "C'mon." When Nordii would ask where they were going she answered "My room. I don't know why but for some reason I really want you to see you in bed..."

After that she was silent the whole time she dragged her to her room.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

"What? Where are we going?" Confused, I cautiously stood up. Even once Cypra answered I didn't quite get it. But oh, when I did, I gulped. "Your... room?" I tried to think of a quip that could get me to regain my confidence. Nothing came to mind. Accepting my fate I followed. For once my feet seemed to drag on the ground a little. "What... uh, exactly do you... have in mind? Because I looked pretty, well, boring just... uh... sleeping." I'm pretty sure that if I had eyes, they'd be wide, and full of terror right now. Quiet terror. The kind a teenage boy goes through when thinking about asking out a cute girl. Not the 'manly kind' I was used to.

Oh boy.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

As they reached the door Cypra turned and shushed Nordii before saying "Just think of all the things I do to piss you off. 'Cause that's what I'm going to be thinking off."

After that she dragged her all the way into her bedroom before finally closing the door behind them.

One wild couple of hours later...

Cypra's room was trashed yet she didn't mind. Her things were scattered about due to sudden bursts with the force but she didn't mind. She'd done something she almost felt dirty for doing, but she didn't mind. Her hair was a little frazzled but she didn't mind. She just sat there in bed with the sheets covering her while breathing heavily, trying to regain herself. As she did sudden bouts of laughter kept escaping her lips.

"You know *huff huff* for a blind girl *huff huff* you know you're way around." she finished with another laugh.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Looks like I wasn't going to be getting any more training done tonight. Not the usual kind, at least. We reached her room, closed the door, and... what followed is hard to describe. Something between two... er, lovers, spending quality time together, and two people who hated each other finally cracking under that... 'special' brand of tension. Whatever it was it was good. And very, very fun. Perhaps not very appropriate, but fun. Both of us were left quite out of breath. Though something tells me I was a little more tired than her. 'Course, I had been the one beating up droids before the whole thing. Which meant that I was probably gonna end up with twice as many bruises.... yay. It was gonna look like someone beat me up! Until they noticed the ones on my neck, that is... heh heh. With a grin I leaned over, giving Krum another little kiss. She was cute.

"This ain't exactly my first time, darling. Let's just say there are plenty of Jedi who don't mind getting... 'romantically' involved with someone else.... Heh, but they, well, they weren't as good as you... heh..." This whole thing seemed pretty amusing. One second we were trying to kill each other, next thing we know we're fooling around in her room. Something made me think she found it funny too.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

After hearing Nordii comment her about being better than any Jedi she held her hands behind her back while saying "Yep." and leaving it at that.

After Nordii gave her a small kiss she quickly grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth open and forced her tongue down into her mouth. She apparently like rough the entire way through. After that she let her lie back before doing so herself, still recovering a little.

"Got to admit, never tried it with a girl before." Cypra added. "But now that I've tried....not so bad." She smirked at this, letting Nordii giving whatever comment she wanted, before asking the awkward question of "So.......now what?"

She really didn't know what to do. She never had real relations with anyone and this seemed so out of left-field and spontaneous that she didn't think of what would happen afterwords. She even scratched her head a little, truly at a loss for what to do next.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]

 

[Vahtik De'Gorrei]

Oh boy, she was a good kisser. I almost whimpered when she pulled away. But I was out of breath once again. So I leaned back, head hitting a pillow that had somehow managed to stay on the bed. That was one tough pillow. "You've never done this with a girl before?... I would have never guessed. Today you've put a lot of hardcore lesbians to shame." After a few deep breaths I let out a little chuckle. I was honestly surprised I was the first girl she'd... done this with. A little honored, but mostly just surprised. It let me know that our relationship (whatever it was) wasn't just some average pairing. Though my laughing, and cheery mood, seemed to vanish when she asked what we should do next. There wasn't really a right response to that. Nothing even came to mind. Not even something to lighten the mood. Hmm... "Sleep. Definitely sleep. In the morning we can figure the rest out. For now..." I yawned. "For now we should get some rest... When we get up, we should see what people think of the mess we left in the training room... heh. Should be pretty amusing." Yawning again I turned on my side, smiling at Krum before letting my 'vision' fade away. I could really use some sleep.

[member="Cypra Krum"]​

 

[Cypra Krum]

Oh hearing the term 'lesbians' she asked "Oh, is that what it's called?" before letting her talk on.

After Nordii had told her sleep was the best thing for now Cypra nodded before yawning wide herself. She bundled up more of the sheets, given how cold it was, before nudging herself close to her. As she drifted off and her vision went she kept watching as Nordii slowly slept as well, feeling odd about this. She didn't feel like this was the same girl who she fought with so many times. It was so.....different. But her thoughts were clouded as she drifted off to sleep.

The sleep itself was not so calm as she fidgeted all through the night due to her bad dreams. She did know how it effected Nordii but she couldn't help herself. Given the rest of the night it was tossing and grumbling in her sleep as she was obviosuly tormented by these reoccurring memories.

[member="Vargent Nordii"]