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Gibbons The Rogue. Her First Kiss.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part III - "Lychfield"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: May 22, 2011

Gibbons awoke to the sound of frantic screaming. "Help! Help! Guards! There's a man sleeping in my closet!" Gibbons' eyes snapped open. "Aw, crap. I figured I'd be harder to spot." Were the only words running through his head. Gibbons, after a few days out and around Bowerstone, was doing remarkably well for himself; he usually spent his nights stealing from the rich folk in Bowerstone North, and evaded the guards by sleeping the entire day afterwards in Bowerstone South. By pawning off his stolen valuables quickly and discreetly, he had so far eluded arrest, but if he wasn't careful, he could still wind up discovered and reported to the town guards. He never slept at the public inn, however, as he felt it was foolish; the town guards were fully capable of freely going up to the inn's second floor, and if they decided to search there, there wouldn't be anywhere for Gibbons to run to. For the last few nights, he had simply slept out under the stars somewhere, typically in a quiet place like at Bowerstone Quay.
The night before, however, Gibbons had grown fed up with sleeping outside and on the uncomfortable ground, and so decided to try and sneak into a house he frequently saw to be empty during the day. It turns out that the house wasn't as empty as Gibbons would've liked, and now he was on treacherous ground. "I knew I should've gotten into a basement closet or something..." He thought. The woman screamed again for help, and Gibbons knew he had to act, he couldn't just continue to lie there on the closet's floor. He was dressed in an all-black ensemble, which Gibbons felt had saved his skin more than once while sneaking around during the night. He had a second set of clothes on him, however, which he typically wore during the day, so he could walk around and feel completely relaxed. He was still dressed in his stealthier gear, however...
He had a black long-sleeved shirt on, with a thin and flexible black vest over it, buttoned shut. His shirt was almost like a turtleneck, as it had an extended neckhole that reached up on to the lower portions of his face. This was to help conceal his identity, as if he was ever seen from the front by a guard, his entire face still wouldn't be revealed. He had thin black gloves on his hands, perfect for more sensitive work, such as picking locks or reaching into someone else's pockets. He had black pants on, tight yet thin. Since the pants were tight, they offered as little resistance as possible as he ran, and since they were thin, they didn't heat him up, either. A thin black belt went around his waist, the belt buckle painted black. His boots were a little strange. They were much smaller than true boots, yet bigger than regular shoes. They were entirely black, and lacked laces; a sort of belt went around his ankles, which acted like a fasten to keep the boots shut and tight.
There was a section kept separate from the rest, at the front of the boots. Typically, with footwear of almost any kind, every single toe on a person's foot were kept close together, or at least in the same space. On Gibbons' boots, however, his big toes were in an individual space, kept separated from the rest of his toes. This allowed him to utilize his big toe in his own style while climbing, allowing him to use his feet while still keeping his boots on, making his feet less cumbersome in the task. Also, his shoes were rather padded all around the sole, so his footsteps made minimal sound against any surface. Attached to his belt and behind him, by his spine, were two small sheaths; inside those sheaths were two steel dirks. A dirk was longer and thicker than a dagger, yet not quite as long as a short sword. The dirks, since they were made of steel, shone in the night if the moonlight hit them. As such, Gibbons tried to use them as little as possible to avoid detection.
He was lying on his back in the closet, lying on the floor, his small pack of supplies beside him. He quickly bolted up to a standing position, causing the woman before him to scream at the top of her lungs in fear. Gibbons didn't want to murder the frightened woman, and decided a suave approach would be the best way to distract the woman while he made his escape. He had chosen a closet on the second floor of the house the night before, and although tired from barely getting half as much sleep as he was used to, he remembered that the room he had entered had a sort of balcony to it; it would offer the perfect means of escape. The woman before him appeared to be in her early twenties, a few years older than Gibbons. She was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, with blue pants and black shoes to go with it. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail behind her, and her deep brown eyes were wracked with fear. She had regular curves to her body, and a cute face to go with them.
Gibbons realized that, to the woman, he must've looked like some sort of assassin due to his entirely black outfit. "My dear woman! I'd never dream of hurting you! No need to panic!" Gibbons said, laying on a thick, sophisticated accent. The woman stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly as she asked "What're you doing in my closet?!" Gibbons quickly grabbed his pack of supplies, saying "Madam, I was simply admiring your wondrous clothing! You certainly have an eye for the finer things. I'd love to see some of them on you some time, in fact!" The woman's face went a little red. "What are you, some kind of pervert? Busting into my home, into my closet, just for that? I doubt it. I'm sure the guards will get the truth out of you, your bag is probably full of stolen stuff!" Gibbons chuckled as he said "Ma'am, I am no pervert, I assure you. And, frankly, I steal from much richer folk. But please, there's no need for guards. I'll be on my way."
The woman narrowed her eyes, her face returning to it's regular complexion. "Liar! I'm getting the guards!" Gibbons knew his suave act wasn't exactly cutting it, so he decided on a classic distraction that was sure to leave the woman dumbfounded for a few precious seconds. "Dear Avo! What in Skorm's name is that?!" Gibbons frantically said, pointing past the woman to a nearby window. The woman gasped, glancing over her shoulder. Gibbons took the opportunity to quickly raise a hand to his face, pulling down the cover over the lower portions of his face, revealing his nose, mouth, and chin. The woman looked back to Gibbons after hardly a second or two, saying "What? I don't see anythi-" Gibbons cut her off before her eyes had even a second to process his face, coming closer. Bringing his hands to the woman's hips, he came close and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. At first, the woman struggled, bringing her hands against Gibbons' chest and trying to push him away.
Gibbons held her close, however, and foiled any attempts of her's to push him back. She initially refused to kiss him back, and mumbled frantically in her throat. Gibbons persisted, however. Her struggles became weaker as he kissed to her cheek, kissing down along her jaw to the right side of her neck. "W-Why are you doing this? And you say you're no pervert!" The woman weakly said. Gibbons brought his head up slightly, whispering seductively by the woman's ear. "With a beauty such as you before me, can you blame me for stealing a kiss or two?..." The woman's face went red again, and she totally stopped fighting against him, her hands moving over to his shoulders. She lightly held on to him as he held on to her hips, and when Gibbons felt her struggling cease, he quickly gave her another kiss on the lips, a little gentler this time. To his mild surprise yet instant satisfaction, the woman actually kissed him back.
She seemed unsure of her own actions, a little hesitant, yet was still going ahead with it all. While Gibbons would've loved to stay and take a metaphorical "roll in the hay" with the woman, he knew her screams couldn't have gone totally unnoticed. Guards could've been racing up to the woman's house right then and there. He smoothed his hands around the woman to the small of her back, kissing her with a little more strength. The woman's passion began to rise a little as she kissed him back with more feeling. After another kiss or two, Gibbons whirled away from the woman, releasing her and forcing her to release him. While moving away, he raised the cover for his face with one hand, concealing his face from the nose downwards. With his other hand, he grabbed his small pack of supplies. The woman seemed shocked, staring at Gibbons with wide eyes. "But-!" Was all she could manage before Gibbons raised a hand.
"My dear, you've already called for the guards! Whether they heard you or not, I must flee!" Gibbons said, sounding a little stern. He winked at the woman, his voice going calmer. As he spoke, he slowly backed up towards a nearby doorway, which was currently closed. "However, if you insist on it, I can return this very night! We may...Mmm, pick up, where we left off. What say you, m'dear?" The woman's face went a little more red as she stammered for a moment, saying "Well...U-Um...I, uh...Ah...I..." Gibbons held his arms out by his sides as he said "Time's running out my dear, I must away! What is your decision?" The woman didn't react for a moment, but when she did, she confidently smiled and nodded. "Yes! Come see me tonight! I'll be right here, this same room!" Gibbons knew instantly that he'd have to scope the house out during the day, to see if any guards lingered after the others left. For all he knew, the woman was pretending to buy into his seduction, and was simply laying a trap for him.
Still, the chance of passion was a little too tempting for him to disregard altogether, and so he nodded, saying "Tonight, when the sun sets and the sky has given way to night, I will see you again! These walls will barely be able to contain our passion!" The woman smiled more, her face filling with more blush, turning a little crimson. "I don't even know your name!" She called after him as he turned around, pushing open the closed doors in front of him. Sunlight exploded into the room. The open doors led to a sort of wooden balcony, trees situated behind the house yet not reaching high enough to block out the noon light. Gibbons looked to the woman over his shoulder, beginning to hear heavy footsteps running up a nearby flight of stairs. Someone was coming, but whether it was a town guard or not, Gibbons wasn't willing to find out. He winked at the woman again, quickly saying "How about this...Think about me all day, and if you do, I promise to tell you my name tonight. Do we have a deal, madam?"
The woman smiled happily and nodded. Footsteps were coming dangerously close to the bedroom's door, not far from the woman's left side. Gibbons quickly ran out onto the balcony, jumping up. One foot planted against the wooden railing of the balcony just as the bedroom door in the room behind him burst open. "Why'd you scream, woman?" He barely heard a gruff voice say behind him. The wind whipped around him for a second as he propelled himself off of the balcony's railing, flying out into open air for a moment before he came to a tree not far from the balcony. Acting quickly, he got his feet on a thick branch each. "Hey! Stop right there!" He heard shouted after him. Gibbons smirked under his covering and quickly hopped around the tree, ducking under branches and crawling over others, navigating his way to the far side. He skilfully jumped from that tree to the next, and swung from a branch on that tree to a third. Once on the third tree, he began to climb upwards, heading near the very top of the mighty wooden giant. Once high enough in the tree, he began to relax, feeling comfortable. He sighed with a pleased smile as he sat on a thick branch, reaching up to his face, a gloved hand pulling down his fabric face covering. "Another day, another adventure. Never gets old, heh heh..."
Within a few minutes, Gibbons had totally changed his outfit, putting on the second outfit he kept in his pack. The torso of the shirt was white, while the sleeves were light blue. The collar to the shirt was wide open, and came down in a bit of a "V" over his chest. He had baggy blue pants on, kept tight at the waist with a thick brown belt, the buckle looking like old iron. His boots were a dull off-green colour, almost in a murky shade. Neatly folding up his stealthier outfit and pushing it into his small pack, he made sure he had a tight grip on it before he began to climb down the tree. While he was still a good distance from the ground a minute later, he jumped out of the branches, plummeting towards the ground amid a few falling leaves. When he hit the ground, he did a roll, yet was still thrown to the ground from the force of his fall. Lying on his back for a few moments, he eventually got back up to his feet just as his stomach growled lightly.
He made a bit of a face, but headed on his way deeper back into Bowerstone South. While he avoided guards whenever possible, he preferred to hide in plain sight, and so didn't make it obvious that he was avoiding them. If one was near, he tried not to act like he was uncomfortable. He headed on his way to a bakery not far from the entrance to Bowerstone, walking in to breathe in the warm smell of fresh bread. Quickly getting the attention of the baker, he bought a few small pastries, getting them wrapped up. He planned on eating them once he had found a quiet spot far from the eyes of any guard, and then would go back to sleep until that night. He paid the man, and as he began to leave the bakery, he heard a familiar voice. It was Darrah. Catching her words mid-sentence, he heard her say "..."Arts" of dark magic. The way you use Will worries me, but I guess it's really your choice in the end. None of it will make me sleep easily near you though, Bianca."
Gibbons narrowed his eyes, stepping back into the bakery quickly and quietly. "Bianca? But...She's gone, isn't she?" He thought. There was a few seconds of silence, and then Gibbons heard another familiar voice. It sounded like Timoteo, but Gibbons couldn't make out his words. Gibbons peeked his head out through the open doorway, seeing Timoteo and Darrah, dressed in chainmail shirts with apprentice clothing underneath, walking along with a mysterious cloaked figure. Gibbons wondered if the figure was Bianca. Memories filled him up of the quiet girl who often seemed to brood on her own in the same aisle of the Guild library, every evening. He had always thought she was pretty weird, yet knew she was an undoubtedly strong mage. Then he remembered Travis, and what Bianca did to him. "That could've been me...It's all my fault. Me and my stupid dares..." Gibbons felt guilt rise up strongly inside him, a long-held guilt that wracked at him whenever he remembered his childhood actions.
He hid his feelings behind a smile, however, as he stepped out of the bakery. Timoteo, Darrah, and the cloaked figure were headed for Bowerstone North, and Gibbons quickly disappeared into a crowd as he headed off in another direction, heading towards Bowerstone Quay. He lost his smile as he walked out into the small area of the quay, walking into a small, abandoned farm of sorts. With light peering in through cracks along the roof, he knew he'd have a bit of trouble falling back asleep, but he was determined to try. He ate three of his six pastries before hunkering down and attempting to fall asleep. It took nearly half an hour, but he eventually succeeded in falling back asleep.
When he awoke, it was nearing sunset. He had slept for the remainder of the day, and felt fully energized once again. Since it wasn't dark yet, he decided not to dress in his stealthier gear, but knew he'd have to to make the woman from before recognize him. He grabbed his pack and set out, eating the remainder of his pastries as he entered Bowerstone South. he didn't know if his encounter with the woman would yield an entire night of wild passion, or if the encounter would be short-lived. He still didn't know if it was all just a trap or not. "Maybe we'll finish up quickly, but I'll be too exhausted to really go anywhere..." He thought, a sly smile on his face. "Guess I could either leave and find a place to sleep, or just rest with my dear conquest...But that could mess up my sleep schedule. It'd be for the best if I went out and spent some hours thieving, but I can't go out and do it while tired, I could mess up." Gibbons began to grin a little.
"I wonder how open the woman is to all things sexual?...She could be a fiend in the sack, for all I know...Or, I could've seduced a prude. Hmm. That wouldn't really be any fun. Nobody likes a prude, well, except for another prude." Gibbons walked around Bowerstone South for a bit, always looking like he was on his way somewhere instead of just walking around, so any guard that saw him wouldn't grow suspicious of him. Eventually, when the sun was just about to set entirely, Gibbons slinked off into a dark alley. Quickly changing into his stealthier gear, he put away his sunlight clothes, carrying his pack as he began to quietly make his way towards his destination. Avoiding guards, slipping in and out of shadows, he eventually made his way behind the home that his objective lived within. Lights were visible through the windows of the first floor, so obviously there were people about, perhaps eating dinner by candlelight.
Quickly climbing a tree close to the balcony he had leapt from before, he went high into it, resting his pack on a sturdy branch. Climbing a little lower, he saw the doorway to his target's room to be open just a crack. Things were a little suspicious to Gibbons, but he couldn't help himself from investigating just a little bit more. After all, he felt sure he could easily escape, if need be. Quietly, he jumped from the tree, landing with a thud on the wooden balcony. He crept over to the doorway, pulling the door open entirely, looking into the room beyond. On the two bedside tables on either side of the room's solitary bed, there burned candles, casting a low light over the bed. At the sound of the door being pulled open, the woman that had been lying on it gave a little peep of surprise, sitting up to look towards the door. When Gibbons walked into the doorway, she relaxed, smiling nervously. "You actually came." She said softly.
Gibbons put on his accent once more, saying "Of course madam, I said I would, didn't I? Did you think of me all day?" The woman smiled more and nodded, but she cautiously said "We have to be quiet, though...My parents are just downstairs, eating supper with my younger brother." Gibbons spoke in a bit of a hushed tone then, approaching the bed in a relaxed manner. In the candlelight, he could see that the woman was wearing a thin nightgown of sorts; it reminded him of the kind his mother used to wear when he was a child, only much shorter in length. While regular nightgowns went down to at least the ankles, this woman was wearing one that barely went to the upper reaches of her thighs. The neckline was ridiculously low as well, and instead of covering the woman's chest, it did almost the entire opposite; it seemed to be displaying her chest, showing so much skin that she might as well have been wearing just her bra.
It was fairly see-through, and in the dim light, Gibbons could faintly make out the curves of the woman's chest, as well as her panties. While he had doubted himself before, he now felt confident that his aggressive advance towards the woman had ensnared her, for her eyes were wide like a baby doe's, drinking in the sight of her dark and exotic visitor. While Gibbons acted cool and relaxed, the sight of the woman in the appealing nightwear aroused him, causing his body to react accordingly. "No need to fret, my dear." He said casually. "For what I have in mind, we need no words..." He soothingly said. The woman smiled trustingly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her cheeks red with anticipation. "Will you be gentle?..." She asked softly, in almost a worried whisper. "My dear, it will be as if a champion of Avo made love to you..." Gibbons chuckled lightly. "If you were expecting a balverine in bed, I'm sorry, but that's not my natural inclination...Unless you wanted that..."
The woman smiled more and shook her head slightly, her eyes still locked on his as she said "No, not too rough is good, and we have to be quiet, anyway..." Gibbons, then standing beside the woman's bed, reached up to his face. Pulling down his covering, he saw the woman's eyes drink in the completed image of his face, her smile growing stronger. He smiled. "Then let's finish with the talking, my dear...Just take your time and enjoy this...I promise you, this night will not be finished until we're both utterly satisfied..." The woman's entire face went crimson at his words, and her smile lightly faded as he leaned over. Her smile couldn't survive as her anticipation and desire grew. As he leaned over and kissed her, one of his hands moving to her hip and the other to the side of her neck, she wanted to simply melt in his arms. She brought her hands to his hips, closing her eyes and kissing him passionately, her breathing beginning to pick up. It would be a night to remember, for the both of them...
Timoteo, Darrah, and Bianca all had no idea that Gibbons had seen them in Bowerstone South. Unaware of his curiosity over the group's third member, they pressed on through Bowerstone South until they came upon the large gate to Bowerstone North. While it was the only legal way to the northern side of Bowerstone, it was heavily guarded by order of Bowerstone's mayor, one Lady Grey. Only privileged men and women were allowed in Bowerstone North, along with Heroes that personally impressed Lady Grey. However, because of the popular path that led north out of the northern reaches of Bowerstone, Lady Grey had no choice but to allow travellers and traders proper passage, although she made sure to pack Bowerstone North full of many more guards than the southern side, just to make sure that every single daily visitor went straight for the northern path and didn't visit any of the north side's expensive shops.
Walking up to the gate, the three saw that the five guards standing by the gate were dressed in red suits, marking them as having a higher rank than the guards outside Bowerstone as well as in the southern side, all those guards wearing only blue outfits. They wielded the same black swords as the regular guards, however. "We'd like passage through to the north." Darrah said firmly. One of the guards grunted, and another shot out a ball of spit, launching it to the grass by his feet in a bit of a disgusting manner. "Alright." The central guard said. "But fair warning. You can't go to any of the shops or houses, and if you stray off the path for even a second, we're kicking you out, and you won't be allowed in again until at least tomorrow." Timoteo was about to say something when Darrah nudged him a little forcefully with her right elbow, the girl saying "That's fine, you can show us the way." The guard nodded, and his four comrades turned and began to push open the gate.
Darrah shot Timoteo a dirty look, muttering "Tim, we can't screw around, don't say anything! One wrong thing will get us kicked out!" Timoteo looked at Darrah with a bit of annoyance, saying "How do you know I was going to say something bad?" Darrah hissed "Saying anything could get us in trouble, Lady Grey's a damn tyrant! Just shut your mouth until we get out, alright?" Timoteo felt incredibly offended by Darrah's words, and he was sure it showed on his face for at least a moment. Darrah seemed to notice it too, as he saw her eyes soften for a moment before he looked away from her face, avoiding looking in her general direction. Timoteo was beginning to grow more and more annoyed with Darrah's recent actions. The way she was acting, the way she was talking, he was sure that she was steadily becoming a bully towards him once again, and he wasn't willing to stand for it. When the guards opened the gate, the three were led into the northern side of Bowerstone.
The gates closed behind them, and they drank in the sight of the place before them. Bowerstone North was quieter than it's southern counterpart. There were rosebushes in front of every house, and fountains spraying sparkling water over themselves were on every street corner. The amount of guards in the streets seemed entirely unnecessary, with at least four guards on every street. The houses, however, seemed to be created in very much the same fashion as the ones in Bowerstone South, except for being just a touch bigger. The three didn't have too much time to look around, as before they knew it, they were being faced with another gate. The guards opened it up, and the three saw another stone bridge, like the one to enter Bowerstone South. "And here it is, the path to the north. Be on your way." One of the guards said. The three walked through the gate, hearing it shut heavily behind them. The bridge ahead had a few regular guards patrolling it, the land on the other side of the bridge sloping upwards to a hill.
"Do you two fight often?" Bianca asked once the gate had shut behind the trio. Timoteo and Darrah kept their silence, beginning to walk along, Bianca following after them. They walked for several hours. Heading past Bowerstone Jail, they were about half-way to Windmill Hill when the sun began to set. During those hours of walking, none of the three spoke. Timoteo was still annoyed with Darrah, and had been seething in a pit of his own emotions all day long. He didn't know how Darrah felt, yet in his dark bubbling annoyance, he imagined that she was still annoyed with him, in turn. Bianca would've spoken if either of the two had said anything, yet she could detect the anger slowly yet steadily rising in Timoteo, the anger he had pointed towards Darrah. Feeling a little awkward and not knowing what to say, she simply kept her silence like she usually did while she went on solo treks. Eventually, Darrah stopped, finally saying something.
"We might as well stop for the night...Get a fire going and eat something. I'm pretty hungry...And a little tired." Darrah took a moment to work up enough courage to say his name. She could feel the anger inside him just as well as Bianca could, and while she couldn't see why he'd get so upset over her words to him outside Bowerstone North's gateway, the fact was that he was angry. When she said his name, she raised her eyebrows slightly, speaking a little softly. "Tim?...Are you hungry?" Timoteo barely looked at her, his brow furrowed as he said "A little." Darrah said nothing more, looking around along the ground. She spotted a bunch of rocks and grabbed them one by one, tossing them over to a spot nearby, off the path and in the cover of trees. A wide creek quietly flowed by their spot in the trees, a cliff beginning to develop not very far from their location. She put the rocks in a circle, and walked over to a nearby tree.
She proceeded to tear off branches from the tree, some thick while others thin. Exerting herself, she managed to have a pile of wood ready in barely a minute. Using her bare hands, she quickly dug a little hole in the dirt in the middle of the stone circle. Laying all of the wood in the middle of the rock circle, she stood up just as Timoteo stormed by, launching a fireball at the wood and igniting it all in the makeshift fire pit. He startled Darrah, yet didn't apologize, angrily saying "You can start cooking or whatever. Give me time to cool off." With that, Darrah was given the confirmation that she needed that Timoteo was still angry, and indeed, angry specifically at her. Timoteo walked off into the trees, leaving the two behind. Darrah watched him leave with a depressed expression on her face, Bianca watching Timoteo walk off, as well.
Timoteo couldn't put his feelings into words. He was just growing frustrated with Darrah, he was getting sick of how she was beginning to talk down to him all over again. She had always been tough, but he was certain of it, she was becoming a bully again. What was the cause of it all? Why was she reverting to the way she had been before? Maybe the two were spending too much time together. As apprentices, there were parts of the day where they had to be apart, or could socialize with others in their group. They had been constantly together for the last few days however, and it might've been detrimental to their friendship, rather than encouraging. Or maybe Timoteo was the one at fault? Maybe her change in behaviour had been solely his doing? What had he done to turn her this way? Maybe it was her fault. Maybe she was simply choosing to look down on Timoteo for one reason or another. A flash of a thought crossed Timoteo.
It was of him, under the effects of Blue Mushrooms, kissing Darrah. She had become so gentle after that, so subdued, and he knew he had become the same towards her. Then he thought of her crying over him after he had become wounded while fighting against the bandits in the picnic area. She had seemed so distressed, and afterwards, she had expressed fear and sadness...What was wrong with Darrah? Timoteo grew more frustrated. "She can be so damn confusing at times! I thought I knew her when she was a bully, and then she changed and became my friend. Then she was kind of my rival. Now...She's becoming a bully again, I know she is. What the hell?" Timoteo had walked until he had nearly come to the cliff's edge, having walked for easily over fifteen minutes. Not feeling surprised or bothered, he simply sat down on a fallen tree trunk nearby. "How is she able to do this to me? Why do I care so damn much?..." Timoteo thought, puzzled.
"Maybe I need some time away from her...Maybe we need some time away from each other, yeah. Maybe it'll make Darrah calm down again? Maybe I won't get so pissed off about something she says, again..." Timoteo nodded to himself. "Yeah...After Lychfield, we can say our goodbyes for a bit. I'm getting sick of the crap she's throwing at me, she needs to stop." Timoteo shoved a hand into a pocket on his pants a moment later, pulling out Bianca's necklace. Not even thinking about what he was doing, he pulled the necklace over his head, letting it come down around his neck. He slipped it under his chainmail shirt and the apprentice clothing underneath, letting the silver bones of the necklace rest against his skin. Timoteo put his elbows to his knees, leaning over slightly, his face going weary. For some reason, the thought of being on his own troubled him. It made him feel a little uneasy. He wasn't sure why, he had never had a problem with his own company...But for some reason, the thought nagged at him and kept it open in his mind instead of simply becoming a closed decision. After a minute, he heard footsteps behind himself. "If that's you, Darrah, I don't want to talk." He said, sounding a little bitter. "It's not Darrah..." He heard Bianca's gentle voice answer him. He looked to his left without sitting up, seeing Bianca to be approaching him. "Can I talk to you?..." She asked lightly. Timoteo looked forwards again, saying "Yeah, sure..."
Bianca walked over to him, taking a seat beside him on the fallen tree trunk. Bianca was silent for a moment, but when she spoke, she did so quietly. "...I know that what Darrah said was mean, it was...Well, not very ladylike, to put it politely. But...She must've felt bad about it after, because I saw her face go sad. She didn't look happy while we were walking after Bowerstone, either." Timoteo's face went dark as he coldly said "She's always like that whenever I get actually pissed off at her. She's like a child that realized she's going to get punished for something, and can't throw a tantrum to get out of it." Sitting up, Timoteo felt the fire of anger rise inside him as he said "She can be such a bitch at times, I mean, I've kept it to myself all these years and never said a thing to anyone, but it's true, she can be such a...!" Timoteo fell silent, shaking his head. "She got better after a bit, but it's almost like she's trying to bully me again. I'm not standing for that crap, not again."
Bianca reached a hand over to Timoteo's back, but before she could speak, he angrily said "Who does she think she is?! She's not any better than I am, though she thinks she is, because apparently mages are inferior to fighters. She always tries to boss me around, and I've been putting up with it for so long because I've been hoping that she'd cool off, but she never stops!" Bianca rubbed along Timoteo's back, softly saying "Timoteo, breathe...It's okay...I understand that you're having problems with her, but...Well, what I can't understand is...Why do you stay with her if you two have problems?" Timoteo looked over to Bianca, beginning to calm down as he said "Because...She asked me to...She asked me if I wanted to help her kill bandits in Greatwood, and...I don't know...We just..." He looked forwards again, saying "We just stayed with each other, I guess..." He shook his head again, saying "But I'm not standing for it any longer than Lychfield. I'm not letting her bully me again, and I think the only thing that will really cool her off is if we're apart for a while. How long, I don't know...But a while. When we're done at Lychfield, I'm leaving her behind for a bit."
Timoteo sighed, feeling his hands through his hair for a moment. "...At least, that's what I thought about doing...But the idea makes me uncomfortable, I don't know why." Bianca raised an eyebrow, reaching her hands up to her hood, pulling it back and revealing her head. Afterwards, she rested her hands on her thighs. "Don't like being alone?" She asked. Timoteo shook his head. "I can handle being alone, I was more or less alone for years since you and Travis were gone...But the idea of leaving Darrah behind makes me uncomfortable." He looked over to Bianca, saying "Maybe I'm afraid she'll never forgive me, or something stupid like that. Who knows." Bianca's necklace slipped out from under Timoteo's shirt, the metal bones clinking against the inside of the chainmail shirt Timoteo wore. Bianca noticed the necklace and smiled. "You're wearing it..." She said softly. Timoteo glanced down, saying "Huh?" He smiled, looking in front of him once more, between some trees and to the edge of the cliff not far from him.
"Yeah, I put it on a minute ago." Bianca smiled happily, but she didn't say anything for a few seconds. When she did speak, she lost her smile. "I guess...While I was gone...You and Darrah were close?" Timoteo nodded after a moment. "I guess. Marst was my closest friend, I think, but Darrah...She was kind of my rival." He chuckled lightly, the first time he had laughed in a little while that day. "Like I said, she got better eventually...Then she became an alright friend. Things were weird, but they were good. Not so sure about now, though." Bianca gently asked "How were they weird? And why aren't you sure about right now?" Timoteo thought about the time he and the rest had eaten Blue Mushrooms, yet simply said "They were...Weird. Let's put it that way." He looked over to her, saying "And I'm not sure about now because, like I said, she's starting to bully me again...Or at least act worse than she did before. I can't really stand it anymore. At least while she was a bully at the Guild, I didn't have to see her all day. It made things bearable. But now...I've spent every minute of the last few days with her. It's becoming maddening."
Bianca nodded lightly, saying "Well, then...If that's really the case, and you truly feel that way...Then maybe some time away from each other will do you both some good. After Lychfield, I suppose I'll try and begin looking for my mother, but I have no clue where to start my search...No clues to go on, at all...I have no idea where she might've gone, what she might look like by now...Everything about her is a mystery to me, now." Timoteo looked over to her, asking "Can I come with you?" Bianca's eyes widened just a touch. Timoteo said "I don't know, I'm not really in the mood to just take on Quest Cards by myself...Not doing anything would be a waste of time, and...Nothing else really interests me. It just seems to make sense. You'll already be with us, and I can just leave with you for a bit and give Darrah some time to relax, I can see her again whenever I think a proper amount of time has passed, I guess. Or, since she might be out doing stuff while I'm with you, we could just stay together for a while."
Bianca smiled happily, saying "I'd like that...I think I'm going to have to stop by Darkwood and visit Grizelda after we're done at Lychfield, so you could meet her, if you want...If you don't want to, it's fine. And my search could take a long time, and it may take you through places you're not used to, since you've lived in the Guild for much of your life...But...Yes. I'd enjoy your company." Timoteo smiled contently, saying "...We'd better get back. I'm kind of hungry, and I could use some sleep. Bianca stood up, saying "And I, as well...I'm glad we got to talk, and I'm pleased I was able to help you relax." Timoteo stood up, saying "Me too." Bianca smiled happily, the two beginning to walk back towards Darrah and their fire pit. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Bianca eventually breaking the silence by saying his name. He mumbled "Mmm?", raising an eyebrow, looking over to her. She seemed a little nervous, perhaps worried.
Her eyes didn't meet his. They were down to his chest. She had her hands in front of herself, holding her own hands, playing with her fingers. "I was...Wondering about something." "Such as?" Timoteo asked quietly. Bianca looked up to his eyes. "You certainly got worked up over Darrah...I was wondering if you...Liked her...Wanted her." Timoteo's first reaction was to laugh, but he held it back. All that was left was wonderment. Did he? The two had kissed, but they were under the effects of a natural drug at the time, they weren't exactly themselves. Their relationship grew much more friendly after that, but that could be credited to the simple confusion the two felt after the event. Even now, outside the Guild...They were partners, more or less. They had taken on two Quest Cards with one another. She had cried over him, and he had panicked when she thought she had died. But all that could simply be credited towards the two being friends, fellow apprentices of several years.
He decided not to tell Bianca of his own confused feelings, and flatly said "No, I don't. We're just friends, although she doesn't exactly act like one at times." Bianca seemed to take in a slight breath to steady herself, yet Timoteo couldn't help but think that Bianca almost seemed to be relieved. "...Ah. Alright." She said softly. "Why were you wondering?" Timoteo asked, beginning to smile a little. He was becoming suspicious of Bianca's own feelings. Thinking of him since her exile, trying to contact his Guild Seal, coming up to see him despite getting no word from him, agreeing to take him along her personal quest after her own mother...All of that screamed of a particular depth of closeness, a depth beyond friends. Although, in Timoteo's mind, that could easily be attributed to Bianca perhaps secretly considering Timoteo a friend while she was at the Guild. She may have enjoyed his presence more than she let on
After all, he was the only one out of the others that ever seemed to try and really reach her, to be friends with her. The closeness she seemed to show for him now, as young adults, could simply be a remnant of a secret childhood friendship. Bianca's mouth hung open for a second before she said "I was just wondering. You got so worked up, it was the angriest I had ever seen you, and it was all because of her. I was just wondering how you really felt." Despite Bianca's words, a bit of red had entered her cheeks. Bianca was embarrassed, it was as clear as day. He smiled. "Have you ever wanted a boy, Bianca?" Bianca looked deep into his eyes, her cheeks growing more red. "I've known very few boys in my life...I don't think I've ever gotten the chance to like one enough that I desired them." Timoteo coyly asked "You're blushing pretty strongly, Bianca." Bianca turned around, facing away from Timoteo, still keeping her voice calm as she said "It's because I'm tired. My face always gets red when I'm tired."
Timoteo raised an eyebrow, grinning a little as he said "I've never heard of that happening." Bianca didn't reply, but a few moments later, she turned around again. Now, there was no blush in her cheeks. She looked back into Timoteo's eyes, seeing him grin slightly with a raised eyebrow, blush working back into her cheeks. Timoteo asked "Have you ever kissed a boy, Bianca?" Bianca silently shook her head. Timoteo's expression turned more gentle, a soft smile on his face, his eyes becoming a little relaxed as he worked up some courage. A second or two later, he asked "...Do you want to kiss a boy?..." To his surprise, Bianca lightly shook her head. Timoteo's face went a little confused for a second, but before he could say anything, Bianca smiled happily. "I want to kiss a man, Timoteo." With that, she stepped closer to him, raising her hands until they met his. Timoteo's heart began to beat rapidly in his chest. What was happening, all of a sudden?
As Bianca's soft fingers threaded through his, he found his mind empty of thoughts. He couldn't think. He felt excited, yet afraid at the same time. He held Bianca's hands in return, seeing her smile a little more. "Do it. Why are you afraid now? Don't stop! She wants you to kiss her! Go ahead and do it!" Timoteo wordlessly barked in his mind, working up the courage. What if she suddenly rejected him? "She won't! It's obvious!" He assured himself without words. After a second, Timoteo just crushed his doubts, forcing himself to take a leap past any fears he might've had. The reward was beautiful. He leaned forwards, not too quickly yet not too slowly, beginning to close his eyes. Bianca closed her's. When their lips met, they greeted each other in a tender embrace, the two kissing lovingly. She squeezed his hands. He squeezed her's, in turn. Before he knew it, the two had gently kissed a second time, and then a third time.
Bianca gently released his hands, and he brought his hands to either side of her neck, holding her gently, feeling along her soft skin. Her arms went around his waist, her hands smoothing along the small of his back, holding him in return. A fourth kiss, then a fifth. They stepped closer to one another, Bianca's chest pushing against Timoteo's own. A sixth kiss. A seventh. They stopped, then. Timoteo felt light in his stomach, butterflies were fluttering along him. He pulled his head back slightly, opening his eyes a little. Bianca opened her eyes a bit as well, looking to his. She smiled happily. "I won't tell Darrah about this..." She whispered. Timoteo smiled a little, murmuring "Okay..." The two shared one more quick kiss before releasing each other, beginning to head towards their small campsite once more. Neither of them could conceal the blush in their cheeks, but they believed that if they simply got close to the fire right away, or perhaps just went straight to sleep, Darrah wouldn't be able to question them.
They could either blame their blush on the heat of the fire, or tell Darrah they didn't know what she was talking about, if the two just went right to sleep. Timoteo was still a little confused about everything that had happened, but he knew that Bianca had calmed him down when Darrah had roused him. Bianca had been the one to keep him cool, while Darrah had made him explode. That meant a lot to him, and subsequently gave him a lot to think about on his way back to Darrah.
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