The Aftermath of Overconfidence

[Darlyn Excron]

"Well that's good. Hearts and minds don't change in a day. I did the phrase right, i think. If I didn't then you get the gist." Another soft chuckle, and he started to curl himself up in kind. Not significantly, just enough to be more comfortable when he was KO'd by the painkillers. "You're already improving. Not scared of me or, you know, yelling or doing any of that high and mighty platitudes. 'S nice. I don't like it when people act like I'm the villain, you know?" He gave a small yawn and sort of buried his head a bit into the pillow of the raised bed. He couldn't really see the blush on her cheeks, as his eyes were very clearly struggling to stay open at all.

"Only thing you haven't done I wouldn't mind is like, giving gifts or... you know. Show interest? Not like I really expect you to. I'm quite content with a good drink.. and job." Another yawn, and he let his eyes drift close. "Would be fun to have something to do, though." Naturally, even being open and honest, he was almost trying to imply he wasn't seeking anything, even though the wording made the little void clear enough. Seeking something and wanting something weren't the same thing, after all.

[member="Silfe Sosuri"]

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

When Silfe had first met and interacted with Darlyn, it had been when he was most visibly drunk and angry with the world. She had felt annoyance and mild distaste for how he addressed the other ministers and the King and Queen. Granted, her first impression didn't last. Eventually she saw him for what he was, chaotically neutral with loyalty to just the right people. She had never seen him as the villian. "No. I am not scared of you." She said softly, watching him start to drift even though his mouth hadn't caught up with his body.

She didn't know him well enough to give him a gift, but she didn't know how to say that. Silfe didn't really have any idea how to give gifts, having never given one in her life. Showing interest, she could do. She could flirt well enough... or at least she thought she could. Only time would tell.

Silfe watched him for several minutes, though her mind wasn't directly on him. She sat, laying in her bed, curled up against pain and wondered if this was a good idea. She had dated the playboy and now she had been left alone. Would the wounded warrior also be that painful in the end? Did she really want to risk herself and her heart again with so many years left unaccounted for and a broken heart still mending? Silfe had lived her life in caution and constant terror and just didn't want to do that anymore.

Her dark eyes drifted to the overbed table where his paperwork sat, now discarded. With care, she shifted and placed her feet on the floor. She stood slowly and then took a step towards his bed, rolling the table out of the way of his lower extremities. Adjusting her arms so that she could reach out without tangling her medical tubes, she gently rolled the blanket from the foot of the bed up Darlyn's body to cover him as he slept. Soon enough sleep would claim her and all her questioning would be lost among her dreams. She smiled a little at Darlyn's face, at this point more close to hers than he had been in a long time. "Afraid of you? Not one bit." she whispered softly. Afraid of living? Well, we shall see. She thought.

[member="Darlyn Excron"]