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What’d I tell ya? As soon as Tai finished telling his POV, Arvid piped right up. In case you missed last week, Arvid was being tight-lipped for a while there, so I got Tai to talk to me instead, but don’t expect me to make a habit of sharing his POV. This isn’t his book. There IS another scene I particularly like from his POV coming up, but he takes five times as many words to tell it as Arvid, so it may end up being a hidden post only for the very interested among you, if you are interested. That’s not for a while yet, though. If you missed Tai’s little spiel and want to read it, here’s a handy dandy link for you.

Thank you, K.L. Schwengel, for hosting WIPpet Wednesday. 🙂

Tai would like to thank Trip and Fayth for the commiseration and booze. He still has a bit of a headache, but he feels the opportunity to get good and drunk was worth it under the circumstances. He hopes your hangovers will fade with merciful speediness. (And if either of you knows of a good chaser, he’s all ears.)

Arvid would like T’Pol to know she had a lovely time. The tea was delicious and that neck pinch move is brilliant. She hopes they’ll have the opportunity to spend time together again soon.

Math: month – first digit of date = 8 – 1 = 7 paragraphs

Character descriptions:

KIANO Some of you have not met Kiano yet. Kiano is Arvid’s older brother. He’s essentially the battle-hardened guy version of Arvid. He’s about 5’11”, has well-honed fighter muscles, and a decent number of flesh-wound scars. Smooth jawed, long-haired.

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

There was a big fire. Arvid almost died in it. Tai kissed her like WOW. She kissed back.

Arvid felt the warm, spring sun filtering in through the cracks in the walls, telling her the cold snap ended sometime during the night. The soles of her feet stung with mounting infection. She needed to treat them today, or risk losing them. With her limited supplies, that meant scouring with shineweed and soaking in woundclose tea. Scouring burnt skin meant jaw-clenching pain and the courage to inflict it on herself since she doubted Tai knew the proper method. That meant a strong dose of slumberbark and slumberbark meant vulnerability. She hoped Tai knew better than to take advantage of her.

She reached her fingers and toes away from each other to loosen the tightness caused by her struggle against the fire the day before. To her surprise, she pressed into nothing as she stretched. No warm, firm body inhibited her movements. She propped herself on her elbow to look around the shack. Tai sat in the weapons corner with his back to her, rubbing his quarterstaff with a cloth to polish the surface.

Ignoring the pain lancing up her legs from her feet, she rolled onto her belly and rested her chin on her folded arms to watch him. The memory of their kiss sent a pleasant tingle along her spine. She wondered if he could tell it was her first real one. Years ago, not long after her coming of age rite, Kiano’s best friend at the time took it upon himself to make sure she knew how a man tasted, but Kiano brought an abrupt end to the kiss with a fist to his friend’s jaw. After that, she ignored men and they ignored her until the announcement of her new rank.

She brushed her fingers across her lips. Tai’s kiss, though satisfying, left her craving another, but here in this isolated place, alone with him all the time, it made her nervous, too.  If he kissed her like that again, she might crumble and disgrace herself. If that happened, she would lose the last shred of respect she held for herself.

He turned toward her. Her heart sped up and she found herself focusing on his lips. Bother the risk. She wanted another kiss. She smiled at him. Shyness kept her from initiating, but she wagered he knew an invitation when he saw one.

Without meeting her eyes or returning her smile, he stood, staff in hand, and walked out the door. She watched him go, confusion filling her. Yesterday he wanted… But now he walked away from her just like that. No greeting, no explanation, no smug smirk. Arvid sat up and wrestled against the bewilderment, wondering what caused this complete reversal.

Her feet itched and seared, reminding her where her priorities needed to be. Figuring out why Tai’s behavior changed had to wait. Setting aside the feeling of rejection, she gathered what she needed and set about treating her burns.

This video has nothing to do with the post. I just like the song and was feeling too lazy to sift through potential images to find one to go with the post. I think some of you will find it amusing.

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