My brain likes to write stories. I have no idea why it does... it just likes characters and playing out stories with them. Could be mine or other ones... probably the reason I like RPing so much. ANYWAY...
A sort of cute (not really my usual level of fluffiness but... it was already hard enough for me to write it.) story with Ben and Anaia involved. More heavily Anaia sided obviously... but my brain wasn't being very helpful. Just really like the character Ben when I read the character profile and thought he was a really cool character. Thus far also a fun roleplay partner as well behind him too which is always cool. :D
So without further adieu... here it is. Please enjoy... it isn't one of my best but I think I did more of less alright all things considered. Maybe one day I shall try writing it again when I get a better feel for the characters ^_^
YAY FOR WHAT-IF STORIES *cough*
Enjoy!
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Anaia was spent far past what she should have been.
Under any normal circumstances, she should have been knocked into an unconscious
much like the heavily armored blacksmith she was half dragging through the inn
and to the kitchen. It was stubbornness that kept her going despite muscles
rebelling with sharp cramping pain that shot through burnt extremities.
It was also stubbornness that kept her from crashing
down the stairs when gravity wished to win over instead. The process was slow
and thus far more painful than it should have been, even as she did her best
not to smash him against the other wall when a step was missed. How he slept
through her rather haphazard toting she would never know.
Finally making it down the steps without too much
mishap, the goddess paused feeling already warm from exertion the forge’s heat
felt like a thick wall of warmth. Considering what she had seen of the man, she
figured this probably felt more than comfortable to him and gave a weak laugh
to herself before moving driving forward once more towards the bed. With as
much grace as she could muster, which at that moment was lacking, Ben was half
flopped onto the bed, making her wince slightly and uttering apologies to the
still unconscious(and injured) man.
Something told her an explosion could have gone off
and he would have slept through it, although after recent events she was sure
an explosion would be far less painful. There was a pause as she studied him
before shaking her head to think of other things. Fingers began moving to
remove the larger pieces of armor to allow easier breathing at least and allow
any wounds that existed yet to heal without interference.
Despite the exhaustion, she felt the movements therapeutic
and calming. While doing so, mind ran through all of the recent events. There
would be no doubt that trouble would crop up again, but she was too tired at
that moment if trouble came. Perhaps she would sleep through it again… sleep
would have been nice. When finished Anaia had at this point tried to position
Ben comfortably enough, though she imagined he would be sore no matter what
when he would awaken.
It seemed her body wanted rest as well, especially
as she started to move away from adjusting him, although the first thought that
came to mind was her current distaste for stairs. Frankly, her body never
wanted to see another set of stairs again. No, apparently her body was going to
auto-pilot as the teeth of sleep sunk into her thoughts and the goddess, armor
and all slumped half-way onto the bed, head resting as one arm was tucked under
her head and the other stretched out slightly on the arm she had been
adjusting. It was there, amongst the
scent of armor and the forge that she fell into an easy sleep with pleasant
dreams involving fires and rabbits. Well… it was pleasant for her at least.
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