Caranthir the Dark (caranthir) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-08 02:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | avarian, caranthir |
Who: Ava and Caranthir
What: Discussion. And then orcs. Meet Larry and Dick! =D
When: Right after the last one.
Avarian: *braiding her hair*
Caranthir: *doing sword forms*
Avarian: *finishes braiding her hair back and walks over* *watches him for a bit*
Caranthir: *is in the zone*
Avarian: *picks up her sword, blocks his next swing*
Caranthir: *parries away!*
Caranthir: *continues to move in the sword form, not unlike a dance*
Avarian: *dances with him, pleased to find that this isn't as simple as playing chess, but is just enough relaxing to to not be over-challenged*
Caranthir: *isn't really trying, to be honesty*
Avarian: *would be sad if she knew*
Caranthir: *well isn't NOT trying either.**is like...zen*
Avarian: *gets a bit fancy with her blades* *doesn't like to go into zen, since that's when things die >.>*
Caranthir: *is just doesn't..care right now, type of fighting*
CAranthir: *still keeping his own without trying*
Avarian: *gets bored, sheathes sword, heads off to find something to do*
Caranthir: *comes out of the 'zone' and scowls*
Avarian: *pokes around in the nearby forest, just... looking*
Caranthir: *follows after a moment, quietly*
Avarian: *grabs up some fresh herbs, sniffs at them*
Caranthir: *watchs her* What is it?
Avarian: Rosemary .. and here is some mint. *holds them out to him* I thought I had smelled sage around here, as well...
Avarian: *looks around* It must be hiding.
CAranthir: *raises an eyebrow, looking at her like she's a bit nuts*
Avarian: *tilts her head* Herbs, for cooking, and brewing, and medicines.
Caranthir: *nods his head* I suppose that would make meals tastier. *as if he has no intention of returning to civilization for awhile*
Avarian: Yes, it would. *arches a brow at him*
Caranthir: *nods his head approvingly at her* Your form is good, by the by
Avarian: I note you have not forgotten how to use a sword. *smirks*
Caranthir: Why would I have forgotten how to use a sword?! *insulted*
Avarian: *sighs* It was not meant as an insult.
CAranthir: It came off as one -_-
Avarian: You have not swung one in thousands of years. The fact that you use one, and well, is impressive.
Caranthir: I have had a lot of time to think upon it. *and come to hate it. And love it. All at once*
Avarian: *understands that feeling* *nods her head, turns, goes to hunt down that sage*
Caranthir: *casually* I do not intend to return to the city for two weeks.
Avarian: Do you? Interesting.
Caranthir: I would like you to remain with me.
Avarian: *searches the bushes, finally squats, cuts at something* I see.
Caranthir: *helps in the hunt for herbs* I am asking, rather than demanding, or ordering.
Avarian: I would like to stay. Your father and brother will not worry?
Caranthir: They will likely not worry unless it has been a few weeks. Hence the 2 weeks.
Avarian: *nods her head* We do not need them coming after us.
Caranthir: *raises an eyebrow at that*
Avarian: *smirks, tucks sage into her hand, looks around some more*
Caranthir: *goes back to herbalizing*
Avarian: *gets kind of into it, cuts up some yellow flowers good for tea, tucks them behind her ear*
Caranthir: *sets a few traps while he's at it*
Avarian: *thinks the herbs she's picked will taste good on a rabbit* If we could find a deer...
Caranthir: There are tracks, nearby, I will see if I can hunt it down, later.
Avarian: *nods her head, starts looking around for something that would be good with fish* Catch some fish, cook it in leaf pouches with a bit of herbs... *obviously, trying to think up dinner for 2 weeks*
Caranthir: There are plants we can cook, as well.*chuckles**finishes his traps, and comes over to watch her*
Avarian: *grins at him* I have a little frying pan, in my pack.
CAranthir: Get to work then, wench. *grins*
Avarian: *laughs* Your little traps have to catch something first. *winks at him*
Caranthir: *laughs lightly, and stands**stretches a bit*
Avarian: *admires*
Caranthir: *enjoying this for reasons he can't place*
Avarian: *figures a man would enjoy being stared at by a female... well... unless she was completely ugly or something...*
Caranthir: *...>.>*
Avarian: *tucks some more flowering herbs behind her other ear* Rosemary has some other benefits. I use it in my hair soap, when I can find it.
Caranthir: ..so that is what that smell is...
Avarian: *arches a brow like 'you smelled my hair?'*
Avarian: It makes it darker, and shinier ... and there are other herbs that make it softer. *nods*
Caranthir: ......
Caranthir: *twitch*
Caranthir: *tense again, yay!*
Avarian: *was giving advice for his own hair >.>* *knows how much his hair means to him, and the herbs don't smell girly*
Avarian: *sighs, walks off in search of more herbs*
Caranthir: *hadn't thought of that >.>*
Caranthir: *follows*
Caranthir: >.>
Avarian: *found a few more handy herbs and is weaving them together to make them easier to carry*
Caranthir: *kneels next to her, to help her, silently.*
Caranthir: *just..silent*
Avarian: *wonders why he's so silent* *caresses his hand a few times, while handing him herbs*
Caranthir *lets her get away with that and almost seems to enjoy it*
Avarian: *sets the wreath of herbs on top of her head when she's done* *smiles at him*
Caranthir: *seems to relax again, and is less of an asshole <3*
Avarian: *lays back a bit, closes her eyes, and ... feels like she's 50 years old again*
Caranthir: *finds this change intrigueing*
Avarian: *will probably be a bitch again the moment they get back >.>*
Caranthir: *WILL be an ass again*
Avarian: *likes the rare soft side she gets to see*
Caranthir: *reaches over, brushes hair out of her face*
Avarian: *gently brushes her lips against his hand*
Caranthir: *caresses her face, gently*
Caranthir: You are beautiful. I fear you think I think you are not.
Avarian: *blinks up at him* *blushes*
Caranthir: *smiles* That does not mean you do not vex me.
Avarian: I never *mean* to vex you... *frowns* .. ... Alright, most of the time I do not.
Caranthir: *laughS* Yet, you still do *winks*
Avarian: Do not think that you are alone, Moryo. *winks*
Caranthir: Oh?
Avarian: You, also, vex me. *chuckles*
Caranthir: How do I vex you?
Avarian: The same way as I. Likely, when you do not mean to, and only rarely, when you do on purpose. *smirks*
Caranthir: *smirks a bit**pushes her over into the water*
Avarian: *rescues the herbs!*
Caranthir: *plucks them out of her hands!**laughs!*
Avarian: *gets up out of the water, dripping and soaked* *walks up to him*
Caranthir: *smirks at her, and holds up the herbs to ward her off*
Avarian: *knocks the herbs out of his hands, then pounce-tackles him*
Caranthir: *lands on his back with a noldorian woman on top of him, his arms pinned!*
Avarian: *steals another quick kiss, then giggles and rolls off him*
Caranthir: *tackles and pins her, grinning*
Avarian: *looks up at him, with some light twinkling in her eyes .. juuust a tiny bit*
Caranthir: >.>
Caranthir: *thinks*
Caranthir: *sighs**sits up, semi-straddling her*
Caranthir: I am sorry >.>
Avarian: ... You are... forgiven? ... What did you do?
Caranthir: It is not right, to consider things..
Avarian: Consider what things?
Caranthir: >.<
Caranthir: THINGS
Avarian: *wrinkles her brow* It is not wrong...
Caranthir: It is when we have not..*waves a hand*
Avarian: We are courting, are we not? *tilts her head*
Caranthir: In..well...If you wish to put it that way >.>
Avarian: *shrugs* Whatever term you wish. I am certainly not picky.
Caranthir: I still fear that were we to do anything more, I would simply be using you. I do not wish to do that. You do not deserve that.
Avarian: I would miss it, I think. *sighs a bit* You should do what you feel is right.
Caranthir: I am not saying it's not enjoyable >.<
Avarian: Did I say that? *shakes her head* You can enjoy it and still think it wrong.
Caranthir: Mostly it leaves me confused.
Avarian: You do not understand your feelings afterwards, as you would rather there were none. *frowns a bit* *understands this so very well, actually*
Caranthir: Aye. That there ARE feelings is what confuses me.
Avarian: *reaches a hand up, touches his cheek gently* I would rather you had no regrets.
Caranthir: Far too late for that, Lomiel. *smiles sadly**doesn't mean her. Not yet, anyway*
Avarian: Where.. whatever this is, is concerned. Stop, if you feel that is wise. Keep going, if you think that is alright. I will stop, if *I* feel it unwise.
Caranthir: What do you feel, now?
Avarian: It is not using me, yet. We both enjoy it, even afterwards. I do not feel you are being selfish by dragging this out. If I did, I would already be gone.
Caranthir: I do not wish to chase you away.
Avarian: There are very few ways to do that. I am more worried of chasing you off.
Caranthir: *raises an eyebrow*
Avarian: You keep your real thoughts very close to you. It is hard to navigate, at times. You are not a coward, but that does not mean I will not at some point misstep with a word or an action and somehow ruin our friendship.
Caranthir: You've tread a very fine line already, I think.
Avarian: The danger is falling to one side or the other. ... It is very exhausting.
Caranthir: *caresses her face with his hand* I would agree.
Avarian: *nuzzles at his hand* Truce? .. I will relax my guard around you, if you do the same?
Caranthir: *looks thoughtful**then says to mordor with it and seals the truce by kissing her*
Avarian: *ignites that kiss with things unsaid!*
Caranthir: *lets out a surprised grunt, and wraps his arms around her**could get used to this. Really*
--The next Day--
Avarian: * is bathing in the stream*
CAranthir: *totally not staring*
Avarian: *humming happily and scooping up bits of water to splash over herself*
Caranthir: *trying to get over this whole being attracted to her thing*
Avarian: *gave up on that venture after the first 200 years or so >.>*
Caranthir: *it's going to be a long couple of centuries*
Caranthir: *part of him doesn't feel he deserves to be happy**part of him still wants Haleth**part of him thinks he doesn't NEED a woman to be happy**part of him doesn't want to lead her on**but part of him really enjoys her presence, too*
Avarian: *thinks that? is a lot of parts*
Caranthir: *is complicated!*
Avarian: *soaks her hair, dumps a cup of tea on it, runs her fingers through it* *still humming* *hasn't hummed like this in yeaaars*
Caranthir: *wants to hug her, suddenly**mentally slaps self*
Avarian: *ducks under the water to rinse her hair, then flips her hair back up*
Caranthir: *exhales slowly*
Avarian: *squeezes some water out of her hair* *starts humming again*
Caranthir: *Snaps* Will you stop making my head fuzzy >.<
Avarian: *turns, looks at him* No one is forcing you to look, Moryo.
Caranthir: I am not -dead-. >.<
Caranthir: *blames this new body*
Avarian: Nay, you are not. *nods her head, turns back around, finishes squeezing her hair out*
Caranthir: *never wanted anything like this before he met Haleth, and even then he didn't know he WANTED it until she was DEAD**yes, is aware opportunity is knocking, but isn't particuarly keen on opening that door until he knows if Lomiel is acting as a surrogate or second choice, or if there's genuine merit to his feelings**thinks she deserves that*
Avarian: *would probably agree if he told her that* *steps out of the stream and heads over to where she left her clothing*
Caranthir: *..was rather enjoying watching her bathe. It was relaxing**and a nice view*
Avarian: *is glad he enjoyed it, but is all done now**runs a spare cloth over her body to dry it, then starts pulling clothing on*
Caranthir: *hah, steals her clothing before she can put it on <3!*
Avarian: *gives him a dry look, crosses her arms over her chest*
Caranthir: *smirks at her, hides her clothing behind his back*
Avarian: *walks up to him, slides one hand up his shoulder, to the back of his neck, tilts his head down a bit, and KISSES HIM LIKE WOAH*
Caranthir: *growls a bit, closing his eyes and biting her lip as he returns the kiss*
Avarian: *reaches around, snatches for her clothing while he's distracted*
Caranthir: *catches her wrists, pulling her against him, mouth and fingers a bit bruising**she's not mortal, so doesn't have to worry about breaking her XD*
Avarian: *lets out a very loud groan and wraps a leg around him ... nearly forgets what it is she was trying to accomplish in the process*
Caranthir: *grins against her lips* Too easy..
Avarian: *chuckles* I have not forgotten that you still have my clothing.
CAranthir: *tosses the clothing onto the ground, and bites hard at her neck*
Avarian: *lets out a nice, low, throaty moan and then pulls away and grabs up her clothing*
Caranthir: *picks her up into his arms!*
Avarian: *squeaks!* Now what? *chuckles*
Caranthir: that depends on you *kisses her, and carries her back to their camp*
Avarian: *eyedarts, can think of so many different directions to take that in*
Caranthir: *leaving it up to her!*
Avarian: *somehow manages to get out of his arms and goes back to trying to put her clothing on, damn it*
Caranthir: *Likes her nude. Thinks it's something precious that should be preserved.**of course, caught Haleth bathing once and then never again (and ow, did that hurt), so is also trying to drag out the number of times he gets to see a nude female XD*
Avarian: *has places to GO* *really needs to be dressed for them*
CAranthir: *like what?!*
Avarian: *is seekret* *throws her shirt on!*
Caranthir: *puts her down and slaps her ass*
Avarian: *pulls pants on, then goes looking for boots*
Caranthir: *woops, left those behind!*
Avarian: *goes back to get them, whild braiding her hair back*
Caranthir: *sits down and starts working on cleaning a rabbit*
Avarian: *pulls her boots on, then walks back to camp, and starts packing her things up*
Caranthir: *looks up**scowls*
Avarian: *ignores the scowling, stiff-backed, and just tries to concentrate on packing*
Caranthir: *bends over the rabbit again, wondering why he feels disappointed*
Avarian: *leaves him the herbs, throws her saddlebags on her horse, and puts her sword belt on*
Caranthir: I will likely move camp, but I don't think you care.
Avarian: *walks over, rests a hand on his shoulder* I care. It is not out of fear, or lack of caring, that I do this. Something calls to me. I do not know what it is, but I have to answer it.
Caranthir: *glances up at her**narrows his eyes* You are not to go south, nor east.
Avarian: Then I must disobey you, for South and East is what calls.
Caranthir: *stands with a sigh* Ignore this call, Lomiel. It is illguided.
Avarian: I cannot. *shakes her head* It will get to the point where not even your voice will drown it out.
Caranthir: If you go, you will die. I do not need farsight to see this.
Avarian: I will not die. *firmly*
Caranthir: I do not want to see you sacrifice yourself needlessly. Again. You can do no good, only ill. Let the mortals sort themselves out, if they wanted help they would have asked. *holds up a hand before she brings up the Haladin thing* Gondor has the advantage right now.
Avarian: I do not believe it DOES. And that is why I must go. *chews her lip*
Caranthir: *Shakes his head* *takes her hand in his* Lomiel. Let this go. I will not beg you, but I do wish to mourn you as dead, and I will if you do this. You have nothing you need to prove, not to me, not to your mortal who you loved, and not to Gondor.
Avarian: *squeezes his hand* I am not doing this because I need to prove something.
Caranthir: *gives her a look*
Avarian: *shakes her head* I am not. ... It is just something I need to do.
Caranthir: Lomiel.
Caranthir: you do not need to prove anything to yourself either.
Avarian: *looks down at her hands*
Caranthir: *tips her chin up* You are not perfect. You are not weak.
Avarian: *looks into his eyes* I have to see it. With my real eyes. I have to.
Caranthir: *sighs* *lets go of her, and waves her away with a hand*
Avarian: *looks down at her hands for a few more seconds, then lets out a sigh, and goes to mount up*
Caranthir: *sits back down, and tosses his rabbit into the stew pot*
Avarian: *ponders something, as she rides off ... it used to work with her Uncle, but he was blood* Can you hear this?
Caranthir: *doesn't respond!*
Avarian: *scrunches her nose up, figured that wouldn't work.... rides off!* *to be idiotic!* *... absolutely miserable, without him. ><*
Caranthir: *picks up some wood and starts carving**then discards that, and searches for some appropriate stone**really is abou 80% certain she's not coming back*
Avarian: *is coming back!*
CAranthir: *sketches out how he wants the memorial to look XD*
Caranthir: *sketch!*
Avarian: *rides!* *still miserably*
Caranthir: *looks it over**will need better stone**sigh*
Avarian: *keeps going!*
Caranthir: *starts carving a test sculpture out of wood*
Avarian: *riderideride*
Arrow: *smacks into her shoulder, knocks her off the horse!*
Caranthir: *carves carves*
Avarian: *falls to the ground with a thump ... horse mostly is smart enough not to keep running* *groans, tries to stand up*
Caranthir: *see?*
Larry: *prods the elfie with a boot and grins, crooked teethily*
Avarian: *looks up at him with bleary eyes, starts trying to force herself to focus*
Larry: 'ey there, pretty. *punches her in the face!* Dick! Get y'ugly arse o'er here!
Avarian: *groans, fights even MORE swimming vision* *is going to have to tell Caranthir he was right* *not looking forward to it*
Dick: *pokes Avarian, with the blunt end of a spear*
Avarian: *twitches* *groans*
Larry: Can we skin 'er first?
Dick: *scoffs* Skin's the best part!
Larry: *caresses her neck* Well she's got nice soft skin, don' she.
Avarian: *can only hear two voices... two orcs isn't too bad* *mentally checks herself over, already tell the arrow is going to pose a problem* *twitches, again* *starts slowly reaching for the hilt of her sword*
Dick: *stabs her hand!* Naughty elf!
Avarian: *hates orcs* *hates* Oh just eat me and get it over with.
Larry: *blinks*
Avarian: You do not wish to?
Larry: We ain't never 'ad one that asked!
Avarian: *tries to struggle to her feet*
Dick: That's new. *pokes her* Y'want t'die?
Larry: *sneers* Slow an' painful like.
Avarian: *manages to stand up* If you are going to eat me, you should cook me.
Dick: Like 'em raw..an' wrigglin' an' screamin' *restrains her arm and licks a disgusting tongue up her jaw*
Larry: *drags a knife down one arm, skinning it. <3**devours said skin*
Avarian: *forces herself not to scream, pass out, or look disgusted* *FORCES herself* Oh, I suppose, if that's how orcs like them. However. You seem like smarter, more sophisticated orcs. *thinking fast here, has her other hand still... can still get a sword... *
Dick: Aye, not like Jasper an' Jerry. Gettin' demselves killed tryin' t'bugger an' elf couple. Never did learn t'take the fuggin' arms off.
Larry: Ooh good idea.
Larry: *draws a jagged looking knife*
Avarian: *sighs, like they're idiots* They left the arms on because the arms cook better when connected to the body.
Avarian: It is not as if I can attack you. *but is about to try anyway, yup.
Dick: *bites the arm that was just skinned, yum!*
Larry: *ignores!**Starts to saw at the other one*
Avarian: *is NOT going to lose an arm, nope* *brings her arm down with her elbow, swiftly, and elbows Larry in the gut*
Avarian: *follows through by bringing her arm up and shoving her fist into his face*
Larry: *flails back*
Dick: I TOLD YA WE SHOULDA JUST GONE FASTER AT THIS! I TOLD YA! *headbutts her and tries to bite her nose off*
Avarian: *knocks her head back and then brings it forward and smacks it against the orc's, to knock him backward!* *hand that was stabbed? Grabbing for sword anyway*
Dick: *grwars!**lashes out with dagger blindly, going for a kill now!*
Avarian: *Ends up with a very shallow slash across her chest, the result of dodging backwards, then swings her sword, ALSO going for a kill*
Dick: *SCREAMS*
Avarian: *turns toward the other orc, and stabs HIM too, just in case*
Larry: *SLASHES WITH SWORD! Then DIES!*
Avarian: *vision... swimming again, and at least one of these wounds is burning oddly, which is NOT helping* *staggers over to her horse, gets herself mostly in the saddle... more or less..... and tells the horse to find Caranthir*
CAranthir: *still carving <3*
Horse: *never got too far when it was riding away, anyway, and only takes about an hour to get back*
Caranthir: *done with carving*
Horse: *sidles up to the campfire like nothing whatsoever is wrong* *wuffles*
Caranthir: *looks up**Snorts* What did I tell you? *calmly gets up, and pulls her off the horse, and carefully lays her out, then inspects her wounds*
Avarian: *blinks up at him, with STILL swimming vision* You... were right. *there, said it* *is going to need her pack* *tries to point at it*
Caranthir: *laughs, and gets her pack,and starts dealing with the poisoned arrows, will worry about skinned arm with chunk bitten out of it later*
Avarian: Stupid orcs. *sighs* *starts taking internal wound inventory, herself* *winces* Some Athelas in there.
Avarian: *isn't sure how she's even still awake* *then blinks, and tries to grab his wrist* Scent trail.
Cranthir: Are they alive or dead. *works basic first aide, can stabilize her enough for her own body to heal, or for a real healer to deal with**doesn't appear too worried yet.
Avarian: Dead ... might be more. *closes her eyes* Check back?
Caranthir: In a minute.
CAranthir: I am making sure you -live-
Avarian: *works her jaw* Bleeding back there.. I can feel it.
Caranthir: *rolls her over**smirks a bit* *cuts her shirt off* They scraped off some of your scars.
Avarian: Ah. .... You win, twice. *would chuckle, but that would hurt*
CAranthir: This is going to hurt. *does attempt to numb with some athelas and aa numbing plant*
Avarian: *nods her head, braces herself*
Caranthir: *SCRAPES*
Avarian: *doesn't make a noise, just stiffens a bit*
Caranthir: *scrapes at the old fell scars that should have healed long ago, until her back is raw and bleeding**then cleans, and numbs, then cleans again..and decides she's going to need better healing than this**carefullly bandages and wraps her up, then carries her to his horse*
Avarian: *wanders back and forth between some kind of pain-induced dreamlike state and reality* *tries to help him when she's conscious enough*
Caranthir: *RIDES*
Ava's horse: *follows!*
CAranthir: *riderideride*
time: *passes*
Minas Tirith: *welcomes you!*
CAranthir: *rides her up to the healing houses!*
Healers: *look at the two elves like O.O *
Caranthir: Orcs.
Healers: *bustle Ava inside and have her in a bed nearly instantly, start bickering over whether to get Ioreth or Elrond or Galadriel for this*
CAranthir: *rolls his eyes* Fell poison, and ancient fell wounds.
Healer: *winces* *would get KING but king is still wounded and resting* *sends up a missive to Galadriel or Elrond ..... then starts brewing digging out all the Athelas she can find*
Caranthir: *looks over Ava worridly
Healer: ^^ She will be fine. *shoos him*
Caranthir: *is shooe'd >.<*