Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Delilah shakes a little as he begins talking, then suddenly her shoulders drop as she looks up at him in wonder, not at all the response she had expected after he had heard their conversation. Her mouth works a little as he talks, and her cheeks color. She shakes her head at the compliment of her bravery, starting to protest weakly before he continues on. At the warrior’s final words, however, her ears perk up further, and she looks up into his eyes. She is silent for several moments, trying to get the words out, but nothing emerges from her mouth - it seems you have robbed the dancer of her voice.

She tries again, and a third time. Finally, she squares her shoulders again.

I… I think… *she says, the first barely a whisper, her voice growing in volume as she tries to drown out the doubts in her own mind, the last words loud enough for everyone at the campfire to hear* I might too!

She stands there, stalk still for a moment, her limbs shaking, before she throws herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

Albert stays silent and begins to finally relax. He holds Delilah in his arms and strokes her hair softly. He feels a sense of acheivement but also he feels a greater feeling for Delilah then he had before. He then looks in her eyes but has very little to say
Maybe…
Maybe we should be heading back to camp.

(He then realised he was writing the intro for some rpg porn D

(Guess I fast fowarded too much… :p)
(Forget the part were I walk away of the firecamp, then.)
Makar tried to look at the Princess, but he hadn’t enough courage for it. He kept gaze at the flames.
Delilah walked to the darker trees thinking I was still there, didn’t she? At least she’s with Albert, who found me just wondering where she was…
He tried to look to Sunday once more, successfully.
Sorry for stalking there and listening to your conversation with Delilah… she might be thinking it was Albert, but it was me. I just could be fast enough, that’s all.

Sunday listened to Makar’s explenation and smiled softly.

“I had thought that might be the case…”

She felt his eyes upon her, and decided to turn and face him, despite the deep blush her face was sporting.

“Makar… If you were listening… Then you know how I feel. I just want to know if maybe…”

She trails off a little and looks back at the fire

“Maybe there was even the slightest glimmer of a chance that you might feel the same way…”

Delilah smiles brightly, leaning her head back against his hands, looking up at him, returning his gaze. She slowly, almost absently, stroked his shoulders with her fingertips, her skirt brushing against his knees as she leans against him. She begins to sway a little against him absent-mindedly, almost as if trying to start dancing with him, before his words returned her to reality.

Ohh… maybe we should, before the others think…

She looks away, bright red at her sudden thought, then runs one of her hands down the warrior’s arm, grinning and grabbing his hand tightly in her own.

Come on then! *she says, tugging on his arm, practically dragging him back after her, her cheeks and ears still flushed as leaves crunch and rustle loudly underfoot*

He was really embarassed, but could let it out, kinda hiding his face under his cape’s neckband.
I do… I really do…
He looked back to the campfire.
… but Lieselotte may feel lonely again… I was the only one who gave her company… and I fear that she’ll be alone again if we…
He looked down.

Albert starts laughing cheerfully as he heads after Delilah
Okay I’m coming don’t worry.
Just be carefull not to fall over we don’t want you getting hurt now do we?

The princess smiled softly.

“She needn’t be lonely… She seems a fine woman, and an invaluable warrior. I think that, with her by your side, I could rest much easier knowing that you had such a capable companion watching your back on the battlefield.”

She looked up to Makar’s face, the campfire’s flames dancing in her eyes.

“I love you Makar. I always have.”

The dancer laughs merrily, a bit too loud, her nervousness now released

Not at all! I would be more worried about you tripping Albert!

She stops suddenly and latches onto his arm, putting all her weight on that side, beaming.

Makar looked at her eyes, admiring the flames reflected in them and surprised for her words. He felt voiceless for a second. The knight was between the sadness and the happiness in that moment.
So do I… and… do you really… would be happy? That way?
His face expressed sadness, but his voice was kinda soft to determine how he was feeling.
It’s just that it doesn’t feels right! I can’t leave you for her… neighter leave her for you…
He looked down, frowning.
Sorry for making you feel bad at times… sometimes I think I should be left in complete loneliness as punishment for what I’m doing for both of you..

Hahaha don’t worry about me I’m perfect- Woah!
Albert losses his balance and falls to the ground, near the camp
Oww okay maybe I was wrong.

“I will always worry when you head out to battle. But that is the way of things is it not? I can no more deny my royal bloodline than you can your warrior soul.”

She reached up and gently cupped her hand around her cheek and smiled a loving smile

“But I feel like I can be happy if I am with you. Whether at the castle, or out here in the forrest. I always feel safe and secure with you around.”

As Makar chastised himself for being unable to chose a lover, The princess frowned a little. She leaned against the knight’s chest, and though he wore armor, she felt comforted all the same.

“I… I understand. Just please… Let me have this moment here with you.”

Delilah whoops as her newfound boyfriend tumbles over, the dancer herself falling down from tipping him over, the leaves crunching and rustling loudly as she falls down by his side, laughing loudly and giving him a hug.

See? I told you! Its all your fault too. *she says in a sing-song voice* Dragging poor old me down with you. And here I thought you were going to keep me safe!

Begins laughing at Delilah’s attitude
Well I wouldn’t say falling over a brach is the same as fighting a Dragon but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.
grabs Delilah’s waist and starts carrying her back to the camp
There is this better?

Princess Sunday…
He closed his eyes and started to caress her head gently.
… as you wish… he said, sweetly.

Delilah makes a giggdy, high-pitched sound of amusement, kicking her feet as she is carted off to the camp, leaves falling off her blue outfit as she is taken along

Oh, so much brave warrior! How else could a meek thing like myself make it through the woods safely back to camp?

Sunday softly nuzzled into Makar as he stroked her head, a gentle smile crossing her lips. It might be temporary, but it was better than nothing. The warmth of the fire. The gentle caressing of Makar’s hand. Princess Sunday felt completely contented. She could hear Albert & Delilah’s antics not too far from camp. It made her even happier to know that they had managed to settle things.

Looks at Delilah and pats her on the head
haha don’t be like that.
I’ve seen how you can act sometimes when you ned to be.
I bet you’re probably strong enough to carry me back.

Delilah chortles at the compliment, squirming a little, her ears flickering.

Aw, but its more fun this way. *she pouts at Albert, crossing her arms*

Makar smiled slightly in gladness when he felt that the Princess was liking it, so he relaxed a little more. He started to get sleepy and leaned slightly forward, getting face to face with the Princess with closed eyes and a warm smile, still caressing her head softly.

hehehe I thought you’d prefer it this way.
Albert lowers Delilah back onto her feet but keeps his arm around her shoulder
Well we’re back now.
Want to see how everyone is?

The young woman lans back into that arm and snuggles up against Albert’s side as they walk, half-closing her eyes happily.

Mmm… probably would be a good idea. Poor Sunday… she thought it was Lord Makar who was easedropping on us, not you. She’s probably still worrying about it. It’d be cruel to let her worry any longer.

As the knight’s face came closer to Sunday’s, she felt his breath on her features.

“Makar…”

She whispered quietly, seeming half asleep as it was. Her own face inched closer to his, their lips getting extremely close. Just another inch, and they would meet…

Notice Princess Sunday and Lord Makar resting next to eachover.
Oh I’m sure she’s stopped worrying.
A shame though he seemed pretty happy with Lieselotte, as much as the Princess even.
Ah well I guess the choice was his.
looks Delilah in th eyes again
Just as much it is ours.

Delilah looks over at the pair about to kiss, her eyes wide, and she squeezes her fingers on Albert’s fur. She doesn’t hear him at first, but at his final words, she looks back up at him and smiles.

Must be! And there she was, asking me if she should follow “Lord Makar” out of the camp. I’m glad she didn’t.

The dancer closes her eyes, leaning against the larger cat.

(Tis time for the player to go to sleep. I will see you all on the flipside. Autoplay permissions stay the same.)

(Oh, damn! I can’t decide if they do it or don’t! What would Mike do in such situation??)

(He’d get totally confused then Taeshi would make some kind of drama decide it for him.
Hint hint nudge *cough cough*)

((Just go with your gut haha. I intentionally left it up to you. You gotta make decisions and take risks to grow as a writer ))

sees Delilah closing her eyes and going silent
Well I guess today was a lot for her.
She must be pretty tired.
Puts Delilah down to rest, lights a small fire next to them, and watches Lord Makar and Princess Sunday
I wonder how things will work out for them. Looks over at Lady Lieselotte
If they can work out that is.

(*sigh* Well, then… here we go&hellip
Makar was dreaming that he was on a cloud, in the night sky full of bright stars, along with the Princess. They were staring at each other, warmy. The knight started to feel so light, so warm, so happy…
He opened his eyes and noticed that something weird… it was… he was kissing the Princess.
Guh!
He froze, wide-open eyes, unknown of what to do.
(There. I wonder how will the princess react… push him? Hug him? Nothing at all? How will the others react when they read this??)

(Seeee. Random drama is all you need to decide. ^_^
Now go bang her. jk)

(Heh, I doubt the entire camp is gawking you’re way but we’ll see. Lets see if I can actually get some posts in here….)

“It’s rude to stare you know” A calm voice said, revealing Lily with one of her wry smiles as Albert turned to look. She looked up towards the stars above them “… when you’ve got your own troubles hmm?” eyes gliding to Delilah for a moment then back to the stars “:.. a lovely night. Shame we can’t say the same for the day….”

(Far too short a post! Where’s my windbaggedness from last night gone?!)

The princess, half asleep, was enjoying the closeness she shared with Makar. For so many years she had wanted to find herself pressed against him like this. But even when she snuck out to see him, he would always be gone. On a new quest for her father the King. It took a few moments, but slowly, she noticed a soft and warm sensation on her lips. It was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Her eyes gently slid open, and she found herself staring into the legendary knight’s own. It took only moments to realize what was happening.

His lips… He’s kissing me…

She didn’t know what to do. It was all so alien to her. But she couldn’t let the moment get away from her. Her arms lifted up and wrapped around Makar’s neck, as she returned the kiss sweetly. A simple kiss. Nothing fancy. But it meant the world to the young woman. After what seemed like an eternity, the kiss broke, and Sunday felt tears of happiness well in her eyes.

“Oh Makar… You do care…”

Brushes Delilah’s hair
I wouldn’t say I have any problems for now.
But you do speak the truth.
I’ll be more then glad that the quest is finished soon.
Adventure is always my strong point but sometimes thigs can get drastic.
I’d prefer we just get home safely by the end.

When Makar saw her tears, for a moment he thought he shouldn’t have relaxed so much, but her words made him smile in happiness.
I always did… Sunday…
He hugged the Princess warmly, caressing her head slightly.

The young woman let herself get lost in her love’s embrace.

“Never let go… I want to stay like this with you forever.”

She of course didn’t mean this literally, but the intent was clear. The night was getting late, and she found it increasingly harder to keep her eyes open. The bump on her head from where she had been knocked out during the fight needed rest to heal, and she felt emotionally drained from all the back and forth she had been doing between sadness and joy.

“Stay with me tonight…”

She muttered her words quietly, as her conciseness left her, slipping quietly into the dark embrace of sleep. Finally in a deep sleep, being moved would not truly awaken her, allowing Makar the chance to lay down with or without her as he saw fit. Her lips remained curled in a permanent smile as she slumbered more peacefully than ever before in her whole life.

((And that’s me for the night folks. Gonna go get my beauty sleep. Sunday’s Auto is as usual. Listen to Makar & Lily. If we go into the next morning, she will likely try and fail at cooking for everyone, and be in a generally cheery mood.))

”.. ah yes.. the grand quest to save the kingdom” Lily keeps her eyes skyward for now, a small bit of sadness going over her face “That poor kid…. Reinhild I mean. I keep trying to remember her face….but ..tch..” She shakes her head “.. all I can remember is her mothers…and that isn’t a pleasant memory. Makes you wonder if I had known back then… would she be here now..? Happy? Fussing over boys..tip toeing about” the mature hedgehog chuckled to herself finally ending with a depressed sigh.

“But what was I going to do? I was a kid myself back then…….” she gave a wide shrug “Nothing to be done about it.”

Watching the scene around a camp are a single pair of blue eyes, hidden away in the canopy. The owner of these eyes, had sat hiding away in the upper branches, a small splash of blood marking her white fur. Her reaction to the good Lord and his fair Princess was silent as tears streamed down her face. Soon afterwards, her sorrow turned to sheer anger and she once again jumped off into the woods, the only sign of her having been there the loud rustling of leaves as she made her “escape”.

(This has all progressed quiet nicely. Bravo everyone.)



I’m gonna go hunt for some food…

Looking towards Lily.

Glad to hear your injury was healed.

Pulls out his Longbow and starts to wander off into the woods.

I need to improve my aim anyway.

We we’re all children at one point remeber.
I wish I could of been more like a child then instead of now.
But still she should be lucky to have lived as cheerfully as she did before it ended for her.
Watches Sean as he walks away
Try and find me a Dear.
Those things are deliscious.

That’s the plan…

Having heard the loud rustling, he goes off to investigate the source.

Hannibal, you there? Blast the fool’s out drunk.
Notices Lily’s charm on him
Ha! I guess they think he’s the haunted one, not the sword.

(lol albert, Deer not Dear)

(You never know Albert might like to eat murdered women.
It’s just his ‘thing’ don’t judge him.)

(@Sean: Really? Since it was quite out of character (‘cause I never saw Mike in such situation before), I thought I messed things up.)
As you wish, Princess.
The knight carried Sunday on his arms closer to a tree to ease his own sleep, since he’s used to rest that way. When Makar landed her comfortably next to a tree close to the campfire and almost join her, he heard a rustling and seeing Sean going out motivated him to go.
I’ll be right back. He wispered, altough believing she didn’t heard him.
He followed Sean, shield at hand.

(You got some drama, romance, character development, and some romancu so thats a win in my books ^_^)

(Remember, this is a slightly different universe, so things are going to play out a little differently. However your actions certainly seemed in character regardless.)

Hearing the Spirit talk to him, Hannibal comes around.

Oooh, overdid it a wee bit. Ugh, keep it down, southerner. Keep it to a slight whisper when I’m hung over, would you? And I’m up now, thank you very much.

Not to knock your decision, but are you sure the Princess was the right choice? I thought your feelings for your other companion were quite strong, at least they are for herself…You may want to set things straight, but I don’t think seeking her out right now would be a good idea.

Continues tracking the source of the noise.

((lol irony. And as soon as I get back into this, I’ve gotta go. Be back in like 6.5 hours.))

(Just to remember: the kiss was an accident and my character wouldn’t say it to the Princess, as far as I know, altough he IS fond of her.)
Makar raised an eyebrown for Sean’s comment.
Wait… it is Lieselotte who we’re running after? He stopped running.
I thought it was another menace, so it seemed the wisiest choice to check it out…
Before he could add anything more, the asked himself if the Lady saw him and the Princess together.
… She might be really upset now… I should go just to explain it, I think.