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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 14:43:51 GMT -5
"Nisha...." His voice was almost stern. He couldn't believe he was even having this conversation. "Its late enough. You can't sleep this away as much as you may want to." He knew he did. Not that it hadn't been pleasurable. Who knew that his neice was so good at arousing men, even reluctant ones?
Shard it! What was he saying? He slept with a girl who was practically his neice! "Nisha, we have to figure out what happened here...." Rory didn't like not being told what was going on. Even more so, he didn't like being used. Nisha may not have known what was going on but she hadn't hesitated to take him. He wasn't any better. He should ahve stopped it!
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 14:55:32 GMT -5
"Sleep what away?" The girl replied sleepily, turning over to look at Rory. Then she blinked, hoping her eyes were playing tricks on her. They were in what Nisha assumed was someone's bedroom, in someone's bed after what had definitely been a Goldflight. Her memory of what happened during a Goldflight was usually limited to a few snatches of memory that came much later in the day, but from the sinking feeling in her gut, Nisha had a feeling that she'd done something very, very, very wrong.
"But- you and-. No. No, I was Flight Mothing." This was confusing- she always spending Goldflights waiting around for a rider to stumble out, looking for a way to purge himself of the dragon induced lust. Rory wasn't rider, much less a Bronzerider, so how had she ended up here? Perhaps he'd caught her sleeping with a Bronzerider? That didn't explain why he sounded so, so unhappy, but it was the only obvious explanation.
Other than the two of them having spent the Queenflight together- but, no. No, that couldn't have happened- she wouldn't do that to him, nor to N'zule.
She wouldn't, right?
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 15:06:28 GMT -5
"Alright, if you need me to explain the events of last night I will." He said in a quiet, nervous tone. He had not asked for this. Rory had plenty of men and women to choose from if he so wished. "I left Allior's and saw you. Nisha you didn't look well, so I ran after you..." Rory stopped, hands shaking.
He wasn't balming her so much as himself. "I thought you were halucinating. With all the sick people in the infirmiry I thought it best to bring you here." He looked down at her. She was a very beautiful young woman, in different ways than some of the other women he knew. She had always seemed so chaste and virginal to him. Like a neice ought to be.
"Nisha, I'm sorry I didn't know about the Flight Lust.... I couldn't leave you out in the corridor to be picked up by just anyone." He didn't know what else he could have done.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 15:20:28 GMT -5
Nisha felt like she was about to faint. She'd betrayed her family, she'd betrayed her friend, and she had, in her own way betrayed herself. There was a reason she made sure who was up for no-string hour long stands, and it was to avoid what she'd just done.
"No, no, no, you should have." Nisha cried out in horror, her arm casting about desperately until she found and grabbed a sheet from the bed, and had pulled it around herself. She sat up, and pulled herself away from Rory, pressing up against a wall. Though tears had not yet filled her eyes, she was close to her breaking point.
"I was going to go Moth." The sentence sounded broken, lost, scared. No part of her had wanted something like this to happen(though her body was telling her that it had been good), and that it had was threatening. Four turns she'd avoided this problem- why had her lucky streak ended now?
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 15:30:00 GMT -5
"I didn't know Nisha... I was trying to help you..." Rory insisted that his intentions had been pure. He would never hurt her on purpose. She knew that... or she had known that. He took the opportunity to grab his pants and quickly threw them on.
When he turned back to her and saw the fear in her eyes he could almost hurt himself. "Don't cry. It will be alright. I won't utter a word to anyone and you won't tell anyone. No one will know." Except of course for the two of them.
Why was he feeling so responsible? She was the one who came on to him. Thats right. She was the one who started it...
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 15:46:39 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter what other people think. B-but, I must look-k so silly." Tears were starting to fall from her eyes, and she felt sick. Seducing a man old enough, and close enough to her to be her Uncle- well, that was despicable. Nisha wasn't a sweet, innocent little girl anymore, no, now she was a-a, well there were no words she could think of to describe her. Standing up swiftly, the girl glanced around, still horror stricken, looking for a way out. Her dress was by the door, and she attempted to leave, with the sheet still firmly wrapped around her.
"And you must hate me." She continued, her breaths coming in and out irregularly. "I must seem like a conniving little skank." In her own mind, she was using stronger language to describe herself, but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. To say it out loud would foul the air, but it was pointless to say that she lacked respect for herself at this point.
"I'll just go, and we'll never talk about this again." And probably never speak to each other either- no, this was a betrayal not lightly forgiven. She just hoped that N'zule would never find out, and that no one would ask him about the mark on his neck. The image of herself giving Rory a hickey sprung unbidden from her mind, marking Rory's story as true.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 16:03:02 GMT -5
Rory felt awful. He wanted to calm her fears and not have her see herself in such a light. He no longer saw her as the woman who had just seduced him but as a neice and a girl who was badly hurt. He ran over to the door to prevent her from leaving.
"Nisha, don't..." He said stopping her from speaking. "You are a beautiful young woman. Its as much my fault as yours. I care about you. Don't make this into something it wasn't. Yes it was shocking. Yes it happened. While I do think it was wrong, I can't take it back. I remember it as an amazing evening..." He took out a kerchief and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
"Trust me just a little bit longer. I'll help set things right. Don't you worry about it." He was going to be mature about this. She needn't leave his room in disgrace. As much as he loved N'zule, he would have slept with someone else eventually. He couldn't blame Nisha for his urges.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 16:51:54 GMT -5
"How?" She questioned mournfully, stepping away from him to pick up her dress. The faded blue cotton dress was an accusation in her hands, asking her why she had allowed it to be taken off(and by the door no less).
"What I did to you is unforgivable. How can you make it better." Her tears dried up, and she looked confused, and still hurt. In all her years as a sexually active woman, she'd never woken up to someone who had not wanted her. Never.
That her first bad experience had to come from a friend just made it worse. That wasn't what was foremost in her mind, naturally, but it was acting as a catalyst. The blue dress was still in her hands, but she couldn't put it on. She didn't want to be exposed in front of Rory.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 17:05:30 GMT -5
"Nisha, you have not hurt anyone." Except herself perhaps. Rory was not offended. "N'zule and I aren't together. He's seeing other people already. You aren't serious with anyone that I know of. I certainly have not been seeing anyone lately. " He reassured her that it was fine. "I love you like a sister and I'm sorry that this event has hurt you somehow."
He touched one of her curls and pulled gently on it, to watch it bounce. "We all make mistakes in life. This one was mine, if I had left you alone, you would have been where you planned to be. "
He wanted to hug her like a little girl and tell her everything was fine and would be fine. She would probably not welcome a touch from him now though. He still stood in the doorway.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 17:43:14 GMT -5
He was playing with her hair. In some ways, it was brotherly. In other ways it was something that a lover would do. It bothered her. In fact, it bothered her a lot. But she didn't say anything, merely listening to what Rory had to say.
It didn't change anything. He could talk all he wanted and that wouldn't change the facts. He might not have been with N'zule anymore, but something about the encounter had been wrong- he'd even said so. She looked down, but couldn't leave- Rory was blocking the doorway. She felt helpless- and wished that he would at least offer to turn around so that she could put her dress on. Standing in a sheet wasn't fair, not when he had pants.
"I have to go to work now." She tried, hoping that he would just drop the subject and let her leave.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 13, 2007 18:30:51 GMT -5
He looked at her one more time. Then turned away. "If you want to put your dress on first..." He would let her leave. It wasn't as if she were a hostage but he hoped she would keep her head about all this. He trusted Nisha to be mature enough to handle the situation.
Times like these made him think of N'zule. There was no help for that, he supposed. If Rory weren't so sensitive about things maybe he wouldn't have been so upset with N'zule. He couldn't turn back time anymore than he could impress a dragon.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 13, 2007 19:12:04 GMT -5
When Rory turned away, Nisha dropped the sheet, and pulled in dress on quickly. The buttons, she noticed, were all still there, meaning that the dress hadn't been pulled off. Meaning another disturbing realization. Her nervous fingers fumbled, but she managed to get the buttons up.
"Well." Nisha said nervously, then cleared her throat. "I guess I'll be seeing you around." Dodging around him quickly, the girl opened the door into the hall, and took off a quick pace, trying to think of someone who wouldn't ask her why she needed to cry, but just allow her too.
It was times like these she wished she could have dragon- a dragon would listen to her, and love her. If she had dragon, this wouldn't have happened. The hallway echoed her shoes as they hit the stone, making sad noises along the hall. Today had not been a good day.
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