" I'm not afraid of you" It was mostly to herself. Her voice was hardly a whisper.
" I'd argue that is better to be feared than loved," He countered, cocking his head to the side, as she closed her eyes, and bit on her trembling lip.
" I'm not like you," She opened her eyes to meet his gaze," I'm not cold-hearted. I'm loyal to the people I love. To the purpose...," She took a deep breath in, but she didn't remove the blade from his throat.
" I'm too. But I also want to live a full life. Now, that I'm no longer bound to the North. I want to do the things I never had a chance to do before. Walking around naked. Enjoying the sunshine. Watching people go about their everyday lives. Things like that. Unimportant."
" Why are you here?" She asked again and set her lips in a thin line.
" Isn't it obvious?! For the food and women," He chuckled and let out an amused sigh.
" Troglodyte," She hissed through gritted teeth and pulled the blade away from his throat.
" Prissy," He quipped and rolled over to the side to watch her climb out of bed and pour herself a glass of water.
Still very much attached to his blade. Corvin sucked a breath and dragged himself out of the bed, walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, peering at her from behind hooded eyes.
" You woke me up," He inwardly chuckled," What would you like to do?" He amusedly asked leaning against the table, in his birthday suit.
" How about you put some clothes on, for starters," She whirled on her heels, and sashayed to the bed, looking at the blade in her hand and the bed.
" Can't we sleep in separate rooms or beds?" She raised her head to look at him.
" No," Absolutely, positively not. He wanted to say but a clipped no would suffice for the time being.
" What would be the point in having a slave, then? If she can do whatever she pleases. Not much of a slave then," The scowl returned in full force and plopped herself on the edge of the bed.
" What did you hope would happen when you challenged me?" He pushed himself off the table and made his way towards her with measured steps.
" I don't know," She sighed, " I was angry with you for what happened that night, and after," She looked up at him," I'd vowed to myself that I would cut your cock off if we ever cross paths again," He tittered at the image conjured up by her words. He was very attached to his cock.
" Don't you think is a little extreme," He released an amused sigh," After all you enjoyed it," Her head whipped towards him with a venomous glare.
" I told you, I don't remember much of that night," Her shoulders sagged, with no trace of anger.
" We can try again. You're sober now," He shrugged when a sneer appeared on her serene face.
" Troglodyte," She huffed, dropped the blade, and slipped under the covers.
" Prissy," He countered, cocking his head to the side to garner her reaction at the retort. Not pleased.
" Sleep, " He added as he crawled up on the bed, and under the covers. A hearty sigh escaped her lips. Not of sorrow, but of annoyance.
" Don't tell me what to do," She hissed and hugged the covers tighter to her chest.
His chuckle echoed in the room, " Make me," He challenged, and rolled to his side to face her.
Lips set in a thin line, and a scowl for days greeted him. The moonlight that seeped through the clouds wasn't enough to allow him to see the green of her eyes, but he could still see the faint shine in them.
" How?" She closed her eyes, to gather what remained of her already frayed patience.
" That's for you to find out. But I can give you a hint, that mouth of yours might be a good way to start," He added in mirth, as he rolled on his back.
A scoff and a snort was her only reply as she turned her back to him. She will get used to it, eventually. She will get used to him, hopefully. Things weren't looking favourable. She attempted to kill him three times. Her soft breathing was all he could focus on. Corvin closed his eyes, listening, to her heartbeat, the slow inhale and exhale, and blood coursing through her veins, and something else, underneath all of that, a faint crackle.
It was constant, it wasn't fire. Fire is inconsistent. No, that was continuous. It was coming from within the room. Opening his eyes, searching for the source with his eyes, but there was nothing in the room. Iris squirming broke his concentration, and he turned his attention onto her. Precious jewels take time to forge and a lot of pressure. Perhaps, with time she will come to see him as something more than a troglodyte.
Releasing a silent breath, he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. It was in the dead of night. She had a penchant for waking him up at ungodly hours.
For now, he needed rest. The crackling sound didn't cease, and he could swear he'd heard it before. He opened his eyes for one last time to look at her peaceful expression. Tired, she looked so tired. The urge to reach out and touch her features knawed at him. He recoiled when she whimpered, and opened her eyes, to find him a breath away from her. Sod it.