"Mmm," Lish hummed, closing his eyes as she called him stupid. "You know it." He shifted slightly as she sat on him, chuckling again. It was a rather comical scene, really. And then he felt her shift, lean forward. It made Lish freeze, and he felt his breathing catch slightly as her breath tickled his ear. Her words made him still further, to the point where he didn't dare move as she pulled back and began to stitch him up again. Letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, the white-skinned youth closed his eyes, humming in contentment. Just lay here. How easy that was at the moment. "I will," he whispered, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. His serious moment passed, and the youth chuckled. "But I'm getting cold."

Shiloh knew that tone. The one that said oh yes, shes fourteen, i might want to stay away from her. It became aparent when he said that he could give an estimate in eleven years. She let go of his arm as he started to massage her shoulders. The guy was seemingly in his twenties but for what she knew, he could have been over a hundred, even two hundred.

I wouldnt be appalled. I love you.

She moved her head with the massaging just a little bit more. It was feeling really nice right about now. "I can try that heeling thing all over again... It might heal me faster like you want... What do you think?" Please say yes please say yes.

The only thing is that you have to be there with me. I dont think i can do it alone.

Starlyn chuckled as she heard the words that he said to her, she moved quickly as she finished sewing up the last wound on his back, she of course bite the thread as close to his skin as she could, nipping him in the process. She had notice him freeze earlier when she whispered into his ear, she wondered what his reaction to her biting him would be. She smiled a little slyly as she laid down on her side of the bed, one leg still over him slightly, she needed him to sit up now so she could get the one on his arm. “Well, if you hadn‘t gotten hurt I wouldn‘t have had to strip you to fix you.” she said to him as she sat up on her bed, she ran a bloody hand through her hair as she looked down at the man, okay so she did have feelings for him but she wasn’t going to let anyone know that, not a single soul was going to find out. “Now, sit your sorry ass up, so I can sew up your arm.” She said to him a little harshly, she had to get back being mean some how and using mean words was a good way to get back into her boss mode.

Two hundred and thirteen just last month. With a chuckle, the dark elf continued to rub the girl's shoulders and arms. When she spoke of healing herself like she had last time, the male shook his head, a frown on his face. "You are too weak. I don't know. . . ." But if she could use my energy instead of hers, then would it work?
-

Sucking in a breath when she nipped at him, Lish shuddered. He wasn't expecting that. "If I hadn't have gotten hurt, I would have just died," he replied, smiling. "And it would have been those hunters that did it." I mean, sure . . . he didn't necessarily dodge as often as he could have, but it was still because of the hunters that he was hurt.
Her harsh words made him grin. "Yes, mistress." Forcing himself to push up with his elbows, he regarded Starlyn for a few moments before actually sitting up, grabbing part of the blanket and wrapping himself in it. At first, it covered his arm . . . and then he shifted so his arm and shoulder were the only part of him that showed. Shivering lightly, the pale youth looked at the bloody wound. "They don't hit as hard as you do," he said, grinning crookedly. Sitting in front of her so he could rest his arm in her lap, Lish purred again. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Lyn."

“Die of starvation and loss of blood.” Starlyn said as she chuckled a bit, cleaning the wound that was being shown at her, she then began to sew it up as good and fast as she did the others he had. “I guess it is a good thing that I beat you up when we were kids. Shy are we?” she said to him, raising her eyebrow when she asked him her question, after all it wasn’t the first time she seen him naked and it wouldn’t be the last, he had seen her naked also, so things weren’t weird between them. It was still funny to think that the man was shy even after the first time she had walked into the bathroom after he had gotten out the shower. She chuckled as she thought about it, she never pictured him to be shy and when he acted like it she couldn’t help but tease him, it was something that she did once in a while when he left an opening to be teased.

Two hundred and thirteen? Your kinda hot for a two hundred and thirteen year old.

Shiloh was trying to brighten up the mood for the moment. She knew what he wanted. He was frowning as he kept rubbing her shoulders and arms. "Its not your choice. I choose to... make it better." With that, the wave of heat started through her body. The pain made her scream as the muscles began to build up. Her skin wasnt outlining her bones anymore. Her breathing was ferosciously fast. She grabbed onto his arm as everything about her became the way it once was. Her screaming stopped and she looked up into Jarlaxles eyes.

Did i do it? Am i better?

With that her eyes closed and her body went limp but she was still breathing. Unconscious but breathing which meant that she was alive and well. She was now laying on him, not giving him any room to do what he was doing before the process. Though the consequence for that type of healing was to be unconscious for a couple days. Unless he could wake her up somehow. But she forgot to tell him before she did it. If he probed her mind he could figure it out on his own.

((Lish: -_-' Hey! That was a moment that scared the heck out of me!! *blushes*))

Lish nodded solemnly when she spoke of him dying of starvation, and especially loss of blood. And then she mentioned him being shy. "Shy?" he raised a pierced brow, smiling slightly as he watched Starlyn. "Shy? Didn't I just say that I was cold?" He shivered dramatically, pulling the blanket closer about him. "I'm not shy." Sticking his pierced tongue out at the woman, he turned slightly away from her. "I would do things like this if I was shy." In a sudden burst of movement, he attacked Starlyn, the two of them flopping onto the bed as the blanket settled about them. Laughing, Lish pushed her down, pinning her with his hands on her wrists. He leaned forward and kissed her again, allowing no room to come between them as he nearly suffocated them with the blanket.
After planting another long kiss on her lips, Lish pulled away a few inches. "That's not shy," he whispered, shaking his head slightly.
-

Why thank you.

Jarlaxle chuckled at Shiloh's comment, and then relaxed . . . just in time for her to start healing herself. Frowning, the dark elf held her as best he could as her screams raked through the air of the cellar, yanking on his heart strings like nothing ever had before. When she stopped, she looked at him momentarily . . . and then passed out.
Her position held him to the wall due to her unconsciousness, but the mercenary merely hugged her closer, stroking the back of her head soothingly. "Yes, you did," he whispered, knowing that she probably wouldn't be able to her him. Closing his eyes, Jarlaxle leaned back against the wall, letting his own weariness from the battle finally overtake him.
His wounds were minor - far less than Lish's. A few small cuts that didn't even need stitches, a few scrapes and bruises - only one in particular was rather uncomfortable as he sat there with Shiloh in his lap. It ran along his stomach - he'd been kicked - but he ignored it for her sake. A dull ache was worth having Shiloh in his arms. He would see if he could wake her soon enough.

((So Shy is out and Jarlaxles having a moment of weakness for a girl.... Lets watch the fireworks between Lish and Starlyn until Jarlaxle thinks its time to wake the girl up.))

((*bursts into laughter* Which won't be too long . . . he just has to recover. ;) And you had the same reaction I did to Jarlaxle's age . . . holy cow! You're how old?! Dang, you're still hot. :rofl:))

((Starlyn: yes and you are still devastated by it *laughs at him and his blush*))

“You are shy.” Starlyn said to him as she was finally half way through sewing him up, the next thing she knew was that she was pinned to the bed and Lish was kissing her. She narrowed her eyes at the man, not kissing him back both the times he kissed her, once he pulled away to talk to her, she tugged on the thread just right for it to tighten even more then it was already. “Bad, Lish. Bad. No sleeping in my bed to night. Your getting stuck with Jarlaxle for the night.” She said viciously to him as she tugged the thread even more, some how through all of his antics she still had a hold of it instead of letting go of it like most people would, she wasn’t finished with him, when he decided to tackle her out of no where. Her ears were pinned back on her head as she reframed from hurting him even more then she already was or then he was already.

((I know right?

Shiloh: Well he is hot for a 213 year old. No wonder i like him... Must be the older men thing :rofl::lol:
o.OSo now we wait))

((Lish: -_-' NOT funny. Not funny at all. :sarcasm: <--- was traumatized by that day. LOL
Jarlaxle: *blush*))

When Starlyn tugged on the thread, Lish hissed through his teeth, letting his breath out slowly. "You're dumping me with him?" he asked, and then grimaced and hissed once again when she gave the thread another tug. This one made him let go of her wrists, and he shifted to keep from having the thread cut too far into his already bleeding wound. "That's not very nice." Nipping at her flattened ears, Lish chuckled, shifting to keep her pinned to the bed. "What is up with you shifting from good to bad so fast, Lyn? I'm getting whiplash here." His words were playful, not serious in the least - his maroon eyes locked on Starlyn's features as he rested his chin on his laced fingers. Elbows on Starlyn's shoulders, Lish grinned crookedly, moving so the blanket fell away from their faces. "I'd rather sleep on the floor than anywhere near that guy."

((*sigh* Yes . . . we wait for a little while longer. When Lish eventually leaves Starlyn's house, I'd like for one of them to find Shiloh and Jarlaxle. :lol: So . . . we'll see who finds who. ;)))

“It could be worse, I could dump you for him.” Starlyn said to him as if they were datting, her ears flattened even more when he nipped at them, her ears being that of animal’s, means that they are more sensitive then others. “Well if i was one or the other then you wouldn‘t come back because I would be boring then..” she said to him as she started to wiggle out from underneath him, she was trying to keep from really hurting him like she wanted to at the moment. Once she was out from underneath him and sitting up, she finished sewing his arm up, cutting the thread, she pressed her thumb onto the wound as she looked down at him. “Now, that you are done being fixed can go to your room with Jarlaxle.” She said to him with a to sweet smile on her face, she slipped the rest of the way out from underneath him, walking over to the water basin and began to clean the blood off of her self.

Lish groaned, and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Ew." When Starlyn pressed into his wound, the youth hissed loudly, his breathing speeding up as the rush came with the pain. He then blinked, thinking about what she had said earlier. "So you want me to keep coming back?" he asked, quirking a pierced brow. "Now that sounds like you care. Watch it, Lyn."
Sticking his tongue out at her, the pale youth then inspected her work with the stitching, nodding to himself in satisfaction. She did well. Staying in his place on the bed, he shifted, reaching for his clothing. "I actually want these now." A few seconds later, he burrowed into the blankets, dressing swiftly.

((Shiloh: *Dances around*.... I might get caught with Jarlaxle... *Stops.* wait... thats bad... Whoops))

“Never said I wanted you too. I only said it is the reason you keep coming back. It doesn‘t mean that I care.” Starlyn said to him as she stripped her clothes off, picking up a cloth and cleaning as much of her skin that she could reach on her own. She hissed slightly when she jarred the stitches on her shoulder, she then looked over at the man as he picked his clothes up and dove under her covers again. “You are so shy that you can‘t even get dress in front of me, I bet you can‘t even piss when I am around.” She said to him as she began to pick on him, tease him, even try to piss him off as much as she could, only because he had ruined her bed sheets and she now had to change them and throw the ones he was on out. She turnned back and looked at the red or pink water, she just sighed heavily before she started to clean her self all over again, it was only to get the blood off before she did something that she didn't want to do at the moment.

((i believe you mean Jarlaxle not Jerrian))

((*laugh* I know what she meant though. ;)

Jarlaxle: That's not a good thing. -_-'))

Lish stuck his tongue out at the woman, reaching up to comb his now red hair out of his face. "At least I still have a bit of modesty, however fleeting it is." The white male let his maroon eyes glance about the room, and he slowly got up, careful of his wounds. He was sore, yes . . . that didn't bother him. It was the fact that he was dizzy enough to fall over that bothered him. Blood loss. Phah.
Moving toward the door, Lish caught the handle just as he was about to fall over. Tripping over my own two feet. . . . Grumbling to himself, the youth stood straight again, glaring at the door. He wasn't going to talk with Starlyn - she would only mock him. And she knew it made him mad - just as he was always trying to get her into a good mood, she was always trying to get him in a bad one.

“You call that modesty?” Starlyn said to him as she started to laugh, she did not know the man had any modesty left in him, he was strange in a good way some how. “Oh don‘t trip over the invisible step.” She said to him, she knew that he had lost a lot of blood, it was evident by how red the water was, the floor, and her bed, who knew how much there was blood every where else, she smirked at the thought. She then started to pull on one of the male dress shirts that Lish had left in her room a long while back, she had just gotten into a habit of sleeping in it. Once she was sure she was covered, she turned towards her bed, ripping the bloody sheets and blanket off, tossing them onto the spot on the floor with the most blood. She then walked to her closet, pulling out clean ones, and commenced with making her bed before she crawled into it and made her self comfortable for the night.

Lish rolled his maroon eyes before stepping outside, closing the door a bit more forcefully than necessary. Where to find Jarlaxle . . . He had it in his mind that it was probably a good idea to make sure that the dark elf was still alive. After all, it would be most unfortunate if he didn't make it in the end.
Asking around, the youth slowly made his way through the mercenary area, finding no trace of him. Then the thought popped into his mind: the cellar. Flinching as he nearly fell over again, Lish used the door frame as he headed down into the darkness. He heard movement, and his smooth face slipped into a frown. It was then that his gaze landed on Jarlaxle and Shiloh.
-

Stroking Shiloh's hair, the black-skinned elf glanced down at the unconscious girl.

I hope you're alright.

It was then that a shadow filled the doorway, and his single blue eye flit up to the only exit to find Lish standing there. Their gazes met momentarily, and Jarlaxle saw the shift from confusion to trouble the instant it occurred.
"What are you doing?" Lish asked in a smooth voice, slowly bringing himself to lean against the frame of the door.
"Tending to a new recruit," Jarlaxle replied, glaring back at the other male. They never had gotten along, and this was no better. In fact, it was worse. The feeling on his face when Lish had walked in was not that of a non-caring individual that was tending to someone they didnt' care about. It was one of tender love that showed the mercenary's compassion toward the girl in his lap.
Stiffening, Jarlaxle shook his head, running a hand over it nervously. "Is there a problem?"
Lish smiled a bit, tugging at the piercing in his lip before shaking his head in return. "No. No problem." He then took a seat on the stairs, taking a slow breath to keep himself steady. "But there will be." Lyn will know of this.

((wow lol now i am the one that gets to read from the side lines until we wake Raziel and Lyna up lol))

((Hahah, we're just takin' turns here. . . . . . . . Except me. :lol:))

((lol that is because you have half the characters lol))

((*bursts into laughter* Yeah . . . more than half . . . :XD Ah, well, it keeps things interesting. :twisted:))

((lol yes yes it does you know we are only posting in here at the moment because we need gold you know that right? :lol: ))

((*cough* SHHHHH. LOL< oh yes. And . . . I gots to go now. :XD *cringe* Have a good one! *waves*))