TT2-1h Someone to Share my Life by zaqxsw ()
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“So, what now,” Myst bade with a contented sigh as she nestled her head against Mykal shoulder. She had woken moments ago cradled in his arms, reveling in the feeling of safety and affection, something she hadn’t experienced since childhood. But, as much as she wanted to just lay there and loose herself in that feeling, she knew that reality would come calling all too soon.
“Now,” he replied gently as he held her body against his, “we find you something more appropriate to wear.”
“Why?” she teased, raising her head to favor him with a capricious grin. “Don’t you like me like this?”
He leaned forward and claimed her succulent lips, then grinned wickedly, his mind’s eye seeing her lithesome figure in all its glory; “You know I do… But it’ll be a bit chilly, and I can just imagine the stir you’d cause at the tavern.”
“I’ll cause a stir anyway,” she bemoaned ruefully. She knew better than to expect any measure of acceptance from the residence of the elven town, despite how he treated her.
“That should keep the chill at bay a little better,” observed the wood elven merchant as she circled Myst to assess her wares; admiring how the body suit, lightly armored harness and knee high boots, all fashioned from supple, black leather hugged her petite frame like a second skin, all of which were of much finer quality than anything she had ever worn… or even dreamt of wearing.
Mykal stood to one side, appreciating the sight with a smug smile as he nodded his approval and handed the shop-keeper a purse of coins worth more than Myst could imagine, while she studied her own reflection in a full-length mirror; nearly captivated by the sight of the woman reflected back, whom she barely recognized as herself. She had never seen herself like that, certainly not dressed in anything that flattered her lithesome figure in anyway. As a thief she wore whatever rags she could steal, but now she looked the part of a truly free woman… a woman who would never be subject to the whims of another!
Only hours ago, she had little more than a pair of magical bracer, daggers and other odds and ends stolen in her escape from Maerimydra, now, thanks to his patronage, which she still didn’t understand, she was outfitted like a true adventurer; the type of woman who would not only never be subjected to the cruel and vile whims of drow matrons and masters, but could stand in opposition to their brutality.
“Why are you doing all this?” she demanded, turning to confront him once clear of the store. “You just gave up a small fortune for me… surely you can find cheaper company just as willing to warm your bed.”
“If that where all I wanted, I’m sure I could,” he retorted with a bite in his voice. “What value do you think coins have in the wilds? Far less than a friend you can depend on at your back. A true companion… someone you can trust with your life… is hard to come by these days, regardless of whether you’re above or below the surface. That’s what I see in you… more than just pleasant company to share my bed, but someone to share my life… if you want to!”
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Thanks again for your kind comments! Yeah, I guess he's the type that sees what he wants and goes for it. Her cloths are the XOXO outfit with the bootz in place of those that came with the set because they have rediculessly high heels... I had a heck of a time matching the textures.