Sess blushed. "Glad you think so...whats it mean when you say you'll teach me as your kin?" Sess felt like a fool not knowing what he meant, but she was a mere human after all...

[[ whhhhaaaaattt...??? :( I wont be on much anymore either...:( ]]

((Blegh. I'll be on . . . just . . . very rarely. :lol: Maybe. We'll see.

Ick, sorry for another short one. :( I like this thread, but am not quite sure where to go with it. :lol:))

"I suppose I could show you," Shaym said, pausing. "When you are ready, of course." The tall male moved to stand beside the table, his hand moving to rest on Sess' head. He stroked her hair for a few seconds, and then continued. "It's quite a bit more . . . ah . . ." After another pause, his silver eyes lingering on his mug, the elf coughed. "A bit more . . . intimate." Compared to human dances, anyway. He chuckled in embarrassment. "Elven dancers often move as one flowing form." Not that I have a problem with it.

[ yeah i know what you mean....:( ]

Sess blushed.."Oh my...I see..." She said with a smile. "Well, i dont mind the...closesness..."She blushed harder. oh my....what has she said?? "erm....." she giggled....

Shaym chuckled, and shook his head. "Perhaps after showers and cleaning up, yes?" The tall male moved toward the counter again, setting his coffee down. "The hot water will last through the both of us, I'm hoping. You can go first, if you want." He then blushed. "Do you need to return home for anything? I'm afraid I'm used to living on my own here, Sess."

((Hmmm. Well, there's this war between the humans and the elves going on, despite how Shaym has weasled his way into the human lands. Perhaps I can pull a few strings with that . . . *thinks hard*))

[[ That sounds really good, it will end up like a um...ah forbidden love type thing xD Go ahead and spice it up as much as you like and can think of ! ]]

Sess put her coffee down aswell, "Um, well no...Wait, actually, of I were to shower here, I need clothes...so I guess I would need to go back home and get a pair of clean clothes, if thats alright" Sess blushed, she felt like she was just rambling on and wasting his time, which she hoped to god she would never do.

"I can take you there to gather your things," Shaym said with a small nod of relief. "Be sure to grab something comfortable . . . nothing that will hinder your movement." The elf blinked, and glanced at the time. ((I don't remember what day it was, so I'm going to say it's Saturday. :oops:)) Thank goodness there was no school that day - it was already about 10 in the morning. Clearing his throat, the tall male moved toward the back room. "I'll find my coat, and then I'm ready to leave."
Giving her time to get ready to step out, the silver-haired elf took his time. When he returned with his dark coat over one arm, his pale eyes were full of care. "Whenever you're ready, we can go."

((:twisted: Alright then. Tweak strings on the elf/human war. Muahahaha!))

Sess smiled and nodded "Im ready" She said with a shy smile, After today she should prolly grade papers and other assignments, she would spend all sunday day doing that to catch up on life, she would see shaym again at the school, and hopefully for another date.

Shaym graciously drove Sess home, allowing her to get and do whatever she needed. With a smile, he said he would wait in the car, and the elf merely watched as the woman entered her own home. Seeming dazed for a few moments, he leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. This wasn't something he had ever thought of. He'd never thought that he would meet a woman - a human woman, at that - and become so attached. Yet, there he was, waiting for . . . dare he think of her as his girl?

While he was drifting within his own thoughts, Shaym caught something out of the corner of his eye. He hardly had time to react. A harsh laugh filled his ears, and the elf was pulled from the vehicle before he could so much as bat an eye. The trouble started with the group of humans - all in their teens - from the school. They had obviously convinced themselves that his presence was a downfall for society.
The gang tried to restrain Shaym, to hold him down. Their intent - not to kill, but to hurt. They found their task a bit more difficult than they'd expected. The lithe elf was able to break their hold multiple times, knocking one from his feet while ducking under the grasp of another. The fight . . . the fight was excellent. If Shaym hadn't of caught the blow to the side of the head, he might have fended them off and sent the group running for home.

The silver-haired male was dazed, stars dancing across his vision. The pause was too long. One of the larger boys yanked him to his feet using the front of Shaym's shirt, giving him a good shot that ended up grounding him again. Spitting some of his own blood to the side, the tall elf let his silver eyes fill with anger. It was enough to give one of the attackers pause, but not enough to send them all away.
A kick from behind made Shaym cry out, and he prayed to the Lord in heaven that Sess wasn't foolish enough to come outside. Don't put yourself through this, Sess. Please. The elf felt someone pull him up again, but his vision blurred from the blood that trickled from the gash above his brow. The world was still spinning, but Shaym refused to give in. He lashed out, catching one of the boys in the nose - and then was dealt a blow that sent him staggering.
No one paused then. It was a torrent of kicks that assaulted him next, and Shaym swiftly began to withdraw into unconsciousness as it beckoned to him. Bloody, beaten, and wishing he couldn't hear their words, Shaym mentally snarled in fury. Foolish children.
"Elf cur!" one of the youth shouted, and then blurted out a curse as a nearby door opened. The gang ran, laughing and shoving one another. They weren't about to get caught for something like that.

[ oh no!! SHAAAAYYYMMM!!! ]]

Sess went inside where like before, it was freezing, yet there was nothing wrong with the heat...She took a quick shower, got dressed on a pair of blue jeans, white tanktop and a sweatshirt. AH, Way more comfortable, when she was finished, she opened her door, a bunch of teens running and laughing, she thought nothing of it, until she saw shaym, her paced quickened, her heart raced, when she saw what was done she screamed, cried, "Help! Shaym!!!! Wake up!" She had hot tears falling down her face, she dialed 911 and shouted what the problem is "Shaym, please wake up are you ok?" She blubbered, taking her coat off to place underneath his head for support, he was bleeding...She didnt want to move him in case he was badly hurt, she kept thinking over and over....My shaym...no not like this...She laid next to him keeping him warm until the police and ambulance got here "Shaym...please..." She whispered, crying. Who would do this? Why would they do this???

((T_T I had to start somewhere with this war thing . . . *cries*))

With a small cough, Shaym lifted a hand and placed it over Sess'. "They . . . won't help me," he said haltingly, though she'd already sent in the call. The elf swallowed thickly, and let his eyes close again. It was hard to keep them open when the world refused to stop spinning. "I'm . . . not human."
He loved the feel of her beside him, and took heart in the fact that she was trying to help him. Everything ached; not one bit on him felt right. Stubbornly shifting, pushing himself up from the side, the silver-haired male grimaced in pain. "I'll . . . be alright," he breathed, taking shallow breaths. Shayme slowly reached up and wiped one of Sess' tears from his own cheek, using his other hand to press it against her arm. "Just . . . a few bruises," the elf said quietly, swaying a bit. "I've . . . been through worse."
Seeing her tears made the pale man frown, and he let a cool hand reach up to wipe some of them away. "I just need . . . to get home. I can take care of myself there." The hospital wouldn't lend their services to him - as an elf, they were forbidden to aid Shaym as long as he was on their lands. Though an unfair agreement, he somehow managed to get past the fact that he was on the "other side" of the war by signing off his own health.
Painstakingly resting a dirty hand on Sess' shoulder, Shaym let out a pained hiss as he forced himself to his feet. The effort made him waver a bit, and darkness closed in over his vision. Stumbling, the tall elf managed to stay on two legs, and start toward the car. "They were just . . . a bit excited is all. I'll be . . . alright."

[[...Shyam...*cries* ]]

Sess helped shaym walk. Letting him lean on her. "I will drive you home then, and help you with whatever you need, you cant get ride of me now" She said, still crying. Sess could not believe what has been done to him, it made her furious!! "I dont give a damn if your human or not!!! They should help you! You serve their children!!!" She yelled, pissed. She could not get over the fact that because he was not human they treated him like this, it was, and is not right!! Sess helped him into the car, started it up and headed top his place. "Id bring you into mine, but it wouldn't help." She said, focused on the road. "Are you alright shaym? Are you in pain? Please be honest with me" She began to cry some more, she cared for him so much it hurt to see him like this, so weka, beaten...helpless...She would do anything and everything to help him, she got a few dirty looks from her neighbors, She never noticed before, but people seem to look at her different now that she was involved with shaym, why should it matter???

((T-T))

"I feel like I look," the elf said, forcing himself to be loud enough. Shaym almost couldn't be heard over the engine, but he just couldn't take deep breaths in order to project his voice. Watching as they drove, he cleared his throat, pointing out a few streets that would cut down on driving time. "I heal faster than most people," he said, keeping himself upright in his seat with a bit of an effort. "Please don't . . . cry over me, Sess."
When they finally got to the right driveway, the male painstakingly pulled himself out of the vehicle on his own. He hated having the woman worry about him so; taking care of him. It should be the other way around. Even so, Shaym never did turn away her offers to aid him, and leaned against her as little as possible as they got to the door.
Once inside, Shaym asked Sess to help him toward his room, which - unlike the rest of the house - was clean. When they got there, the tall elf requested that he be brought a few materials - bandages from under the sink, as well as some antibiotic oinment and a few other random objects. By the time she had returned, he had stripped off his shirt, which was now splattered with blood from both Shaym and a few of the attackers. The blows that the elf had dealt would not go unnoticed. Wincing, the pale elf pressed a hand to his bruised ribs . . . and took a slow breath before looking to Sess again. "Some ice, if you please?" Reaching for his glasses (which he'd luckily left there by the bed before leaving), Shaym slid them on as he surveyed what needed to be done. It would be painful, but it was necessary.
Bruised ribs - perhaps cracked - a few areas that he'd have to stitch along his cheekbone and brow, and many areas that just needed ice. Luckily it was mostly bruising.
"You're . . . most kind to help me here," Shaym said, taking up one of the cloths that he'd had Sess bring him. Starting to clean himself of blood and dirt, the silver-haired male glanced back to the woman. Shifting so he was sitting just on the edge of the bed, he pressed the rag to his forehead before sighing. "I . . . know who those boys are." But should I do anything about it? If he let it go, it would happen again. If he did something about it, he could be in trouble with the authorities. Living with the humans was a double-edged sword, wavering one way and then the next.

Sess got him anything and everything he needed. "Here" She said Watching him work is magic...He looked awful. Handsome, but like hell. She knew it was silly to cry over him, but she could not help it, it was like....Like she loved him, course she would never admit that. "Im sorry shaym...This, I feel like this is my fault.." She said with her head down. " I mean, If we weren't...you know..." She muttered "Then, They would have left you alone...Im sure if it..." She said, it killed her to say such a thing, even if it wasn't all true, some of it had to be.."And, I cant help but cry over you...."

"None of this was your fault." Shaym's words came a bit more forcefully than he intended, and he shook his head slightly. Pressing the ice to his side, the elf took a long breath. "They would have done that if I was sitting in a parking lot. It had nothing to do with you, Sess." Looking down, he then moved to wrap himself with various bandages wherever they were needed. Overall, it took him about ten minutes - he wasn't very slow with it all. He only paused when he got to the gash on his brow and cheek. Hesitating, the slender male sighed.
Slowly holding the needle and thread out to Sess, he slid his glasses off. "Would you mind?" His silver eyes filled with weariness, and he just about told her that they should just leave it so he could sleep. But then again . . . he wasn't ready to get into bed and rest. He wanted to be there with her. Shaym blinked slowly, watching as the woman seemed so worried about him. It was a strange feeling, to have someone worrying so much.

Sess was a bit confused. "What exactly do you want me to do with this needle?" She hoped to god, he was not asking her to sew his face up, she could not do that...She just couldn't! "But think, as anyone ever attacked you before you started...hanging out with me??" It made sense to her that it was her fault, maybe he was right though, maybe it would have happened even if they had never her..Her stomach grew into a knot.

"You have a light touch," the elf said with a slight smile, "I trust you with it more than I trust myself." Taking her hand, he passed the threaded needle to her. "You'll do fine, Sess."
It was then that she started sharing her dread, and Shaym shook his head again. "I've been attacked a few times," he said, reaching a cold hand forward to stroke her cheek. "If you blame yourself for this, then I should blame myself as well. If I hadn't of waited outside, or even suggested going to your home . . . it wouldn't have happened. There are too many variables, Sess. We just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Sess sighed. "Alright..Ill..Ill do it..." She sighed again and begain sewing gently, she was very slow, calm, and careful. She did not want to mess this up, or hurt him. "Tell me if I hurt you..Ok?" She said. "Well, maybe your right...But...I dont know...." She couldn't think, she just focused on making him feeling better.

"Thank you," Shaym whispered, holding as still as he could so she could work. Feeling her feather-light touch as she slowly stitched his cuts. When she asked him to tell her if she hurt him, the elf blinked slowly in registration. The prick of the needle wasn't that bothering of a nuisance, and he could ignore it just by watching the woman's face. Shaym ended up closing his eyes as his head began to throb once again, and he fought to keep the frown from marring his brow.
He slowly moved his hand over to the scissors that rested nearby, and he put there within Sess' reach. "Just let me know when you've finished," the elf said, and focused on sitting still. It was hard when the world was beginning to slowly spin, and his head began to hurt even worse as time wore on.