Post by Callahan on Sept 18, 2009 22:40:32 GMT -5
He kissed her back, remarking indeed that he felt much more at ease from the trip abroad. His father, he recalled, had said several times that the sea air did a man good - it was why sailors spent so much time away, of course, and why they were generally in as good shape as any man of the army. Despite leaving without the consent of the Steamwheedle Cartel to use the ships they possessed and had acquired through, arguably, less than honest means, he felt rather happy. He knew there'd be a lot more work that he'd be needing to do before he would be allowed a night's sleep without being woken up by random members of his board concerning different parts of the same topic. The demons would be landing within the next few weeks, and as if that wasn't bad enough the Harvest Festival ball was coming upon them soon, and Nari had managed to find out. That stirred in a little twinge of fear more - a twinge more than he had felt in a long time, even when he had led that assault on the orcs several days... no, weeks ago.
Time had certainly flown. He stroked his hand down her leg, remembering somewhat unintentionally what had happened since he had met. Or, rather, since they had met sober. Apparently they had a history that stretched past any of that he could remember. With any luck their future would stretch out similarly past anything he could foresee. If the demons didn't wipe them out. Getting this next stage of their plans up and running would definitely be a major concern for him. No, not even a major concern. A Grand Marshal concern. This was not some small time thing where if something went wrong things would work themselves out and they'd win by the skin of their teeth. Demons were vile and foul and he hated them with every ounce of blood he had ever possessed and spilt and lost. Unless they were friendly, but who ever heard of friendly demons anyway? He wasn't looking forward to selecting the team either, having to interview each candidate and decide whether they'd steer the demons more towards comradeship or all-out assault. He cuddled against Nari, smiling as the carriage bumped a little.
"I love you." He whispered against her ear.
Time had certainly flown. He stroked his hand down her leg, remembering somewhat unintentionally what had happened since he had met. Or, rather, since they had met sober. Apparently they had a history that stretched past any of that he could remember. With any luck their future would stretch out similarly past anything he could foresee. If the demons didn't wipe them out. Getting this next stage of their plans up and running would definitely be a major concern for him. No, not even a major concern. A Grand Marshal concern. This was not some small time thing where if something went wrong things would work themselves out and they'd win by the skin of their teeth. Demons were vile and foul and he hated them with every ounce of blood he had ever possessed and spilt and lost. Unless they were friendly, but who ever heard of friendly demons anyway? He wasn't looking forward to selecting the team either, having to interview each candidate and decide whether they'd steer the demons more towards comradeship or all-out assault. He cuddled against Nari, smiling as the carriage bumped a little.
"I love you." He whispered against her ear.