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RE: Rainbow of Red [Closed] - saronym - 02-23-2020

Ishara accepted the cup from his hands and flashed a toothy smile of approval at him. She whirled around to put the cup back on the tray before turning back towards him. Her dramatic flourishes made her pastel skirts swirl prettily around her legs. The flirty shrug of her shoulders advertised that she was intentionally trying to look cute.

She listened to his insistence that they were enemies. Her mouth pressed into a disapproving line but her patience wasn't even running thin yet. She had a well of patience particularly when it came to messing with handsome and interesting men.

She wnated to crack him like a nut and see what his insides were like. Just what secrets and insecurities did his handsome head hold?

"Alright." She agreed, "I declare you my enemy. Satisfied?" She gathered her skirts in her hand, lifting them as she climbed onto the bed and straddled him carefully. She didn't lower her hips onto him knowing the extent of his injuries but her hands went to his throat.

"Shall I kill you then? It would be easy to do in this weakened state you're in..." Her hands tightened but she didn't squeeze. She could easily feel his pulse.

RE: Rainbow of Red [Closed] - megs - 02-27-2020

Ishara saw Darcy as a challenge, when he saw her as mostly an annoyance. His expression was a blank mask as he stared at her. He very much desired for her to just leave him alone. The last thing he needed was to get all soft for a pretty foreigner who was nice to him when he was in pain.

What did she really want from him anyway? A way out? He was just a low ranking general in a throwaway battalion, all the way across the world from where she probably wanted to be.

His protests fell on deaf ears she practically mounted him. Slender hands curled long fingers around his neck. She didn't strangle or do anything to outright hurt him. Ishara was trying to prove a point and Darcy gaped at her.

Admittedly, if he had been feeling better the presence of a beautiful woman with her hand around his neck and her shapely legs on display, would have been a bit more arousing. Simultaneously, he almost wished she would squeeze the life out of him and put him out of his misery.

A growl rumbled out of him and he bared his teeth at her. He mustered enough strength to push her off of him and on to the floor. He pushed the blankets off and moved as if he would get out of the bed. He growled again in response to the miserable pain in his leg. He paused, clutching his thigh, which appeared to be the only inch of the limb that wasn't a bandaged, gory mess. He glared down at her, pointed teeth still bared but clenched in pain, he had no concern from the exposure of the flimsy hospital gown.

"What do you want?" he demanded of her. His voice was lower and vibrato with warning. "If you're looking for your ticket out of Eskra, you're barking up the wrong tree."

RE: Rainbow of Red [Closed] - saronym - 05-31-2020

Ishara's arms pinwheels as she tried to maintain her balance when her patient shifted under her. He shoved her off of him easily and she tumbled to the floor with an audible 'oof.'

It was her pride that bothered her more than the hip she landed on. Bruises both visible and invisible were forming. She righted herself and arranged her mussed gauzy skirts around her exposed legs. Her face burned with embarrassment partly for her exposure and partly for his. The flush that swept over her cheeks was matched by a flushed feeling between her legs.

That noise he'd made.

She'd never heard a man growl like that.

Her arousal was not abated by the cruel words he had for her. His harshness did the opposite.

"I - I just want to help you." She insisted as she pulled herself up using the leg of his hospital bed. She placed a hand on her aching hip. "Must you be so awful?"

With a dextrous motion, she flicked the bedsheets over his lower half. "Cover yourself up if you're not trying to tempt me."

RE: Rainbow of Red [Closed] - megs - 01-13-2021

'Must you be so awful?' she asked him.

Yes, he did.

Or at least he felt that he did.

All Darcy wanted to do was convince her to stay away from him. He didn't need her help, or her pity or her attention. He didn't need Ishara fawning over him, and trying to endear herself to him because he was weak and injured and she wanted to leave.

That's all he was to her. A boat ticket to the states.

He scowled at her until she left for the evening with spritely promises that she would be returning to check on him the following day.

Which she did. The following day, and the next and the next and the next in what felt like an endless loop of suffering to him because all he wanted to do was be left alone.

At least he could walk again. Two weeks after the attack and with Ishara's constantly bothering him.

Not to mention Renly. Who now also hung around, because he heard Ishara hung around. He wasn't exactly pleasant about it since he now considered Darcy a rival for Ishara's affections. Which he supposed he was even though he didn't want to be. Which he tried to explain, but the other man was lax to listen.

"You know that Renly is quite smitten with you," he grumbled in Ishara's direction on the day he was meant to be discharged from the hospital. It felt good to be able to put on his own uniform again. It was less good that Ishara was there trying to get him to drink another one of her teas. She was always pushing some concoction and tincture at him that she insisted would make him feel better. "If you want so badly to get of here, he would be an easy way to do it."

He felt no guilt about pushing the little con woman onto his best friend.