10-28-2016, 08:18 AM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
She nudged at him, shifting him about like a little ragdoll for her inspection. And somehow he let her. He didn't hide the stupid grin on his face as she insulted him some more, examining the wound with a trained eye. Why was he finding her abrasive nature so damn entertaining? It was definitely refreshing.
He tensed when she nursed it, cleaning any chance of infection, but forced himself to relax just as quickly. It had taken him a lot of time, but he was gradually learning the vast cultural differences of this new land. In his own, the action was far too intimate for a stranger to be doing for him. They'd had specific people for that, inspecting and cleaning the battle wounds. There had been much war between the clans. So much it had simply become a way of life. But somehow this didn't feel intimate despite her care and closeness.
She called him fragile then as she straightened, dishing out more of those oddly intriguing barbs. The little smirk sneaking its way to her lips apparently destroyed any logic or common sense with the sudden thrill that shoots through him and before he was aware of it he was stretching his neck to touch just beside her nostril. It wasn't a kiss of course, nothing like that, and hadn't lasted but a swift moment before he was straightened again and she was backing away from their closeness.
It was a silent thank you though, and not for treating to his recent injury but for everything else. Most especially for releasing him from his dark mood, and helping him forget all the mess in his life. Or, the mess he'd made of it, anyway.
With the bitter hate and anger washing away from him, he felt oddly serene. And so when she asked his name and his story, for the first time since he'd arrived here in Beqanna, he told it. His voice was calm and smooth, no embellishment, just matter-of-fact and empty.
I am Akkadian-Shakkad.
Guardian of His. He looked in the distance for a moment, thinking on the name that held so much meaning where he was from. But here, it was only a name. And even there it would now only be a name, as this His no longer lived. He was no longer guardian of anyone, or anything. He had no purpose now.
He returned his gaze, and continued on in a bored tone, and yet he didn't stop himself from spilling it all. Foolish, but it had been held so tightly for so long and he suddenly needed it said.
I was second-born prince in my homeland, with no other purpose but to protect my brother. I was trained from early childhood to do just that, passed around to allied clans to learn all the battle styles and not just the ones our warriors were taught in.
I failed, though. And now I am here.
Now I protect nothing. He stared into her eyes, trying to figure what she would say now, this assassin-with-words. She had probably only wanted a name, and all the rest had tumbled with it. Oh well. What's done is done.
Kade will do. he said with a wry smile. Not such a mouthful as his full name that was more a job description than any proper calling.
And what might I call you, little assassin?
He tensed when she nursed it, cleaning any chance of infection, but forced himself to relax just as quickly. It had taken him a lot of time, but he was gradually learning the vast cultural differences of this new land. In his own, the action was far too intimate for a stranger to be doing for him. They'd had specific people for that, inspecting and cleaning the battle wounds. There had been much war between the clans. So much it had simply become a way of life. But somehow this didn't feel intimate despite her care and closeness.
She called him fragile then as she straightened, dishing out more of those oddly intriguing barbs. The little smirk sneaking its way to her lips apparently destroyed any logic or common sense with the sudden thrill that shoots through him and before he was aware of it he was stretching his neck to touch just beside her nostril. It wasn't a kiss of course, nothing like that, and hadn't lasted but a swift moment before he was straightened again and she was backing away from their closeness.
It was a silent thank you though, and not for treating to his recent injury but for everything else. Most especially for releasing him from his dark mood, and helping him forget all the mess in his life. Or, the mess he'd made of it, anyway.
With the bitter hate and anger washing away from him, he felt oddly serene. And so when she asked his name and his story, for the first time since he'd arrived here in Beqanna, he told it. His voice was calm and smooth, no embellishment, just matter-of-fact and empty.
I am Akkadian-Shakkad.
Guardian of His. He looked in the distance for a moment, thinking on the name that held so much meaning where he was from. But here, it was only a name. And even there it would now only be a name, as this His no longer lived. He was no longer guardian of anyone, or anything. He had no purpose now.
He returned his gaze, and continued on in a bored tone, and yet he didn't stop himself from spilling it all. Foolish, but it had been held so tightly for so long and he suddenly needed it said.
I was second-born prince in my homeland, with no other purpose but to protect my brother. I was trained from early childhood to do just that, passed around to allied clans to learn all the battle styles and not just the ones our warriors were taught in.
I failed, though. And now I am here.
Now I protect nothing. He stared into her eyes, trying to figure what she would say now, this assassin-with-words. She had probably only wanted a name, and all the rest had tumbled with it. Oh well. What's done is done.
Kade will do. he said with a wry smile. Not such a mouthful as his full name that was more a job description than any proper calling.
And what might I call you, little assassin?