Sven still forced a smile, not even daring to act in the least bit hurt. No need to make her worry now.
But of course, she already seemed to know he was in pain. Should he seize this oppurtunity for a guilt-trip, and steal a kiss? Maybe.
But something stopped him. "Sorry? Don't be. Everything's fine," he said, a bit shocked at himself. Why was he feeling so horrible around her now? Because she'd said 'Not yet'? He couldn't tell, and honestly, he was beginning to scare himself.
Monn was staring at Luka now in shock. Now? What had come over him? But he was right; slowly, sadly, he stood up and drew his gun.
He shook his head, sighing. "I'm so sorry, little one. We're going to have to report you."
What was he so upset about? Luka stared at Advena hard, and gestured toward the door. "Let's go, Advena." His voice was authoritative, and his gun was unwavering as he aimed it at her.
Arabesque didn’t quite believe him, but she nodded anyways. “Alright…”she stammered. “Just…tell me if anything is bothering you, okay?” she looked him over curiously. Sven was not acting at all like himself, and it worried her.
Whisking inside the tent, she held the flap open for him and quickly made her way over the pantry.
“You need eggs for muffins, right?” she called “Or is that cake?...Or both?...Oh, I don’t know. Let’s just use them.”
Advena stood dutifully, shock written on her face. Were they going to kill her? That would be so weird. Humans were so weird. Of course, maybe this was just a questioning. Yeah, that was much nicer to think about.
“Okay…” she replied shakily, letting Luka lead her.
I never should have imitated him. she scolded herself What happened to getting on their good sides?
Sven nodded and stepped inside, looking around. She looked worried. Usually he would've told her that she shouldn't worry that pretty face, but today...
"Well, if it turns out like cake, we'll say they're cupcakes." He shrugged, then winced when he felt the pain.
Come on, act normal! What was wrong with him? His hands needed something to do, so he rummaged around for a mixing bowl.
Luka grabbed her upper arm, still keeping the gun pointed at her.
Monn winced. He fell in behind Advena, whispering his apologies. Luka turned and threw him a look, and Monn straightened up like a good soldier.
He hated this part of the job.
They led Advena into a white room, that held only a long wooden table and two wooden chairs, one of which had cuffs and restraints bolted into it. There were no windows, only the door that they passed through, that could be locked from the outside.
Luka nodded toward the chair. "Have a seat."
Arabesque laughed lightly. “Yeah, I guess that will work.” She gathered the rest of the ingredients and sat them out all in a line.
Sven still seemed upset. She hated to see him like that—especially since she had the hunch that it was her fault. Which was weird, because they both knew that he could have any other girl he wanted. Why did he care so much about her? It was all a big mystery.
“Does that ah…” she asked quietly, cutting off her thoughts “Does that look about right to you?”
Advena fought back the initial instinct to shrug away from Luka’s grasp. I could take him. She thought defiantly. But that would be a stupid move—and at this point, she couldn’t afford any more of those. So instead, she forced herself to remain complacent and followed him into the room.
Though the sight of the chair almost broke her. He wanted her to sit there? Crazy! She was not a prisoner! Well….actually she kind of was….
I am sitting there because I want to. she lied to herself If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have to. But the statement was very far from true.
Carefully, she lowered herself into the seat and tried not to be so tense.
Don’t let them know that you are nervous.
"Looks fine to me," he said, placing the bowl a mixing spoon at the end of the line.
Snap out of it, he ket telling himself. There was nothing wrong with Arabesque's decision. She was right to play it safe, especially with a guy who's been with how many girls? So why did he feel sort of... betrayed?
Of course this was all his fault. He'd pushed her with his teasing, till now... Now he just wanted to kiss her and say he was sorry. Sorry for being a player, sorry for making her worry so much. Sorry for being cocky and stupid.
But he clenched his fists and said nothing. What good would apologising do? It wouldn't make her change her mind about waiting, or make her stop worrying. Oh, how needed something sharp right now.
Luka watched her sit down, then headed for the other chair. "Warren, strap her in for me, would you?"
But Monn was frozen in place, staring at his gun, silent. Luka glanced over at him, raising a brow. "Warren."
"I can't, Luka. No."
"Excuse me?" Luka stared at him, incredulous. What the h.ell was he saying? "Warren, I'm not kidding. Go on."
Monn looked up at him. "I'm not either. I said no." He looked over at Advena, who looked so painfully nervous, then turned back to Luka. "I refuse to do this to a child."
"Warren! It's not going to hurt her! What's wrong with you?" Luka stood up now, trying to make sense of the situation. Of course, he knew Monn could be a soft guy, but he'd never been like this before. "Warren, as your higher-up, I'm ordering you: Secure her, now."
Monn stared at the ground, his eyes sad but unwavering. "I apologise, Captain. But I can't carry out that order."
((This is possibly my last post for the night. :/ Sorry.))
Arabesque nodded and took the mixing bowl from where he sat it. “Thanks.” she mused, already pouring in the milk and reaching for some eggs. Her eyes traveled up to look him over, but she quickly adverted her gaze once more. What was wrong with her?
Just make your stupid muffins. she scolded herself.
But it proved to be much more difficult than she had anticipated. Sven was right there, right there. He was so close. She could reach out and touch him if she wanted to…—but did she want to?
“Hey uh..” she muttered. “I’m…sorry.”
"Warren, strap her in for me, would you?"
Though before she had time to react, Monn did something that surprised her quite a bit: he simply didn’t move. And if anything, he looked like he never would.
"I can't, Luka. No."
It had worked! At least one of them was buying the whole ‘innocent little girl’ trick! Advena couldn’t believe her luck. She couldn’t believe Monn’s either, but his was from the opposite variety.
Already, a fight was breaking out between him and Luka. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who would win. Luka was the superior.
Hmm…Maybe I haven’t gotten out of this quite so easily…
[Nooo! Well, I suppose, if you must... T.T ]
Just watching her was intoxicating. This was almost too much. He needed something sharp, right now.
And then she apologised.
"No!" he hissed, grabbing the bowl and spoon from her and dropping them loudly on the table. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly, staring into her eyes seriously. "Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. Okay?"
He held her close to him, just taking in her scent, holding her. Screw a relationship. Just doing this was better than nothing.
"Don't ever be sorry for me. Just... smile for me, alright?" he whispered.
"Warren," Luka tried again, glaring mercilessly at him, "As your commanding officer, I'm ordering you. It's not that hard. Just do it."
Monn flinched but stood firm. He hated it when Luka pulled the rank card and talked like an officer instead of a friend. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I cannot." He slipped his gun back into the holster and crossed his arms, staring straight at Luka.
Luka's fists clenched. This was a simple command, wasn't it? "Come on, Warren. It's not like I'm asking you to torture her or something." He took a breath, trying to calm down. "It's just a safety precaution, that's all. I understand that she's probably harmless, but--"
"Luka, you don't understand. I can't do this. Believe me, I would, but I can't. Why else would I disobey you, my commanding officer?" Monn looked at him expectantly.
And then it finally seemed to click. Warren was following orders after all, only from someone of higher rank than Captain. Luka nodded knowingly, and his fists unclenched. "Alright. I understand now. Forgive me. Though I must say, this doesn't make much sense." Why would someone care whether Advena was secured or not?
Monn nodded, relaxing. "I don't quite get it either. I'm simply doing what I have to do."
Arabesque gasped, slightly taken aback by Sven’s sudden advances. In any other circumstances, she would have been blushing furiously. But now, she could feel her face go strangely pale. He was upset—really upset.
“I…” she stuttered hopelessly “Why can’t I be…” but trying to talk about it was doing no good. So instead, she coiled her arms around his back in return.
You are just friends, Ara, just friends. Don’t fool yourself into wanting any more.
Though no matter how many times she told herself this, it did her no good. She couldn’t keep herself from loving Sven.
Advena was confused, to say the least. She could hardly keep up with what the pair of humans were talking about, much less what it all meant. Which was pathetic, because doing so was sort of her job.
Argue, argue, argue—they went. She had gotten that part. But then, something else came into play. Some sort of implied knowledge rested between them. Something that she, quite frustratingly, could not seem to pick up on.
"Luka, you don't understand. I can't do this. Believe me, I would, but I can't. Why else would I disobey you, my commanding officer?"
He couldn’t strap her in? What? That made absolutely no sense! It was an easy procedure. Heck, she probably could have strapped herself in if she wanted to. Though she certainly didn’t want to—and this was her chance to avoid it.
“I’m really not going to try anything.” she interjected carefully. “Honest.”
[Eh? =.=' It didn't post... My beautiful post is gone... *collapses* Darn you, TI, darn you ]
Sven let out a shuddery breath, and held her closer. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn't want to make things worse between them.
I love you. I love you so much, and I hate to see you so upset. Your being upset hurts me. It hurts, so much more than what I do to myself. So please, just smile. Smile for me. I never want to see a frown on your face again. I love you. I love you.
So many things to say... But he couldn't breathe. All he could choke out was, "I'm so sorry, Princess."
So someone in charge didn't want Advena secured? That didn't make much sense. Luka sighed and didn't even bother trying to figure this out; it was just too weird.
"Alrighty then," he said. "I suppose you can just guard her, then, so she can't escape."
Monn shook his head. "Sorry. Can't do that either. She isn't to be guarded or secured in any way."
What the h.ell was going on? Luka took a deep breath. This was insane. "Warren. Why don't you stand beside her, then, hmm? You like having company, don't you?"
Monn smiled slightly, but returned to his serious expression. "Yes sir. And if she should try to escape?"
"Your gun misfired."
"Of course. Happens all the time."
((Aw, I hate it when that happens. :/ And I just seriously lol’d at Luka and Monn’s ending conversation. xD))
Arabesque laughed bitterly, briefly allowing her lips to brush the edge of Sven’s cheek. “So I can’t apologize, but you can?” she teased against his skin. “You really don’t make much sense…”
Although, he actually sort of did—in his own twisted Svenish way. It was quite obvious, really: He simply hated himself. The stark bareness of that idea caused her to shiver lightly. That was it, wasn’t it? He hated himself.
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry.” she murmured. “You may think that you did, but you didn’t do anything wrong either.”
It took all of her efforts not to kiss him again. The prospect was so tempting—so right-within-reach. Yet, Arabesque knew that it would be wrong. What good did jumping into love ever do for anybody? No good—and if she knew anything, it was that she didn’t want to be one of the many to be let down.
Advena held back a tremble at the idea of Monn’s gun ‘misfiring’. She had given up on interpreting his and Luka’s speech long ago, and had taken to allowing herself to be hopelessly confused instead. The scary thing was, it was obvious that someone out there already knew a lot more about her—or those like her—than they had wanted any human to. Because they obviously knew enough to give orders against restraining her.
The real question was: Why? Did they know about the poison? Though even that would not make sense—it wasn’t like she was coated in it or anything. Besides, as far as she knew, no Voltarian had ever been to earth before…
Clearing her head, she looked up at the men in front of her. “I’m not going to leave.” she forced herself to spit out bleakly “What do you want to know?”
[Haha I got the idea from Fullmetal Alchemist. Gotta love the Amestrian military! ]
Sven lost his breath when she kissed him. He couldn't speak. Oh, she was so wrong. Of course this was his fault. How could she not see that? Why did she refuse to blame him?
He remembered a few minutes ago, when he wanted something sharp so badly. It wasn't him that needed it; it was her. To cut him. Carve him. Whatever. Because he deserved it.
"Princess," he whispered, finding a bit of his breath. "Promise me something."
Monn went to stand beside Advena, keeping his hand on his gun at all times. He had to admit, Luka was pretty crafty.
Luka sat back down in his chair and cleared his throat, folding his hands on the table in front of him. "Well, Advena. If that's your real name. We need to know everything." He raised a brow as he stared her down. "And I mean everything. Economics. Politics. You are now our history book. Educate me."
Arabesque paused, thinking his proposal over carefully. Did she dare? Of course she did. Should she have? No, definitely not.
“I’m listening.” she replied slowly, breaking the silence.
What on earth could he be wanting?
Advena sighed dramatically.
“It’s not a happy story…” she warned after a moment. “But I will tell you.”
She leaned back in the chair—mainly for dramatic effect, and placed a finger on her tiny chin.
“So basically, there was this civil war, right? I don’t know much about it ‘cuz Mum and Dad said I couldn’t ask too many questions.” a small frown decorated her lips.
“There were these badguys though—well, I’m not supposed to call them badguys, Ms. Xiana says that they just saw the world differently than we did…” her voice trailed off. “Anyways, the badguys didn’t like us much, and we didn’t like them either. They kept on taking our stuff. And one time, they even killed some people. It made me sad so I snuck over to their side and broke things, but Mum got mad and hit me. So I didn’t do that anymore.”
Yawning, she stretched a bit and went on slowly. “Eventually, we had to leave because we were so close to them. But Dad stayed behind to try to make things better. I don’t think he did a very good job though, because they kept hating us and we kept hating them. And people kept getting killed too. I don’t know how many. Mum said that no one really did because it was so fast. Besides, by the time we reached Sominiah, the postmen weren’t carrying letters anymore so we couldn’t get word from Dad.”
Hopefully, they were buying her story. Advena told it confidently, knowing she had practiced many times before.
“Once we were there, Mum left me with Auntie Riyon and left to try to go back to Dad. Auntie said it was because she loved him…Like in a fairytale…” she allowed herself to drift slowly away.
“She didn’t come back though…I don’t know if she ever made it there…So I…” her eyes glazed over “So I went after her. But they caught me and…and…” A tear trickled down her face—perfect theatrics.
She wasn't going to like this. Knowing how nice she was, Sven knew for sure that she'd hate it. But he needed it.
"I want you to..." He pulled away from her, to look at her face. "Make me yours." After a quick breath, he continued. "And don't ask what I want you to do, because believe me, you know. Make your mark. Sign your name, carve a picture, whatever. Just do it." He ran a hand through her hair, looking into her eyes.
Of course she'd probably say no. But he wouldn't do anything else till he got what he deserved. "Please."
Luka pursed his lips skeptically. "I see. So basically, you know nothing. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
Monn glanced at Advena, feeling bad for her. "Sounds a lot like what happened to --"
Monn fell into silence.
Luka glared at the table. She didn't need to be brought into this. "But you're kind of right. It sounds so... human." He looked up at Advena with a hard expression. "And you are definitely not human." How was he supposed to tell whether or not she was telling the truth? There was no proof either way. That they knew of, anyway.
((Sorry for my short posts. I'm having to type this on my phone.))
Arabesque threw her hand up into the air to refuse immediately, but an idea popped into her head before she could open her mouth. Lowering them back down slowly, she inched slowly toward him.
"Sure..." she murmured. "Gimme something to use."
Pausing, she put her hands on her hips as if deep in thought. "Oh...and you have to close your eyes..."
Advena frowned slightly in thought. What they didn't understand was that it had to sound human. Otherwise, they wouldn't believe it--it wouldn't be familiar enough. It was this very part of the story that had been so hard to fabricate, because not much about earth was really known. That's why she was there. Well, that and to kill as many as she could. But that could wait til later.
"I guess I don't have much to tell you." she admitted sweetly. "I can do my best though...what exactly do you need?"
[It's fine :D Hope your vaca goes well! ]
Sven stared at her for a second in shock. She said okay? Huh. Usually she would have outright refused; but this... this was completely unexpected.
But he smiled, and it wasn't forced this time. "Yes. Wait a minute."
For some reason, he felt excited. He rummaged through the cabinets and drawers before he found a knife. His eyes sparkled as he handed it to her, clasping her hands around it for her. "Do anything you like," he murmered gently, closing his eyes. "I love you."
Monn sighed. "Well, she is just a kid, y'know." He shrugged, shifting his stance.
"I suppose..." Luka muttered quietly, thinking. What should he have expected, a whole word-for-word repeat from an alien history book? She was only a kid. That's what she claimed, anyway.
But now thoughts of her were clouding his mind. That woman. No, he couldn't think about her now. But he missed her so much...
"...back with her."
Luka flinched back into reality. "What?"
Monn raised a brow. "I said, maybe we can send Advena back to her planet to bring back some documents and things like that with her." He gave Luka a curious frown. "You okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Luka sighed, leaning back in his chair. Not really thinking about what he should, he nodded. "Sure. Do whatever."
((Why thank you. :) It has been very nice so far--very quiet.))
Arabesque smiled sweetly and took the knife from him. "I love you too." she whispered, letting the flat side of the metal meet the skin of his cheek. She turned it slightly as if she was going to use the blade, but was careful not to actually cut him. Then, she slid it. Her lips met the cold where it had been.
"You thought I was actually going to cut you, didn't you?" she teased, throwing the knife to the ground with a crash and wrapping her arms behind his back. "But I won't."
To heck with just being friends--it wasn't working anyway.
She leaned into him, waiting. "Can I 'make my mark' a different way?"
Advena hid a frown. They wanted to use her for exactly what she wanted to use them for--that was bad. Luckily, she had made sure that her ship was good and destroyed. It wouldn't take her anywhere.
She was so wrapped up in these thoughts that she almost didn't notice Luka's sudden change of mood--almost. Had she brought up something? He sure acted like she had. So naturally, there was nothing that she wanted more than to find our what it was.
"You are sad." she put in bluntly. It wasn't so much a question as an observation. But before he could respond, she turned back to Monn. "Can I get out of this chair now? I'm hungry."
[Thats good. And...*tosses confetti lamely* I'm back... ]
Sven readied himself, waiting for the pain -- the wonderful pain -- but it never came. The clatter of metal hitting the ground made him wince.
He felt her against him, but kept his eyes closed. His hands found her waist and pulled her closer.
Her question made him open his eyes. What the heck was she talking about? This was so unlike her. His confused green eyes found hers. "Do it however you like, I suppose."
Luka jumped. She could tell he was upset? What it really that obvious? "No I'm not," he grumbled, clearly lying. "I'm fine."
Monn rolled his eyes. Yeah right. "If you're fine, than I'm the Queen of England." Luka threw him a look, and he dropped it, smirking.
"Go get her something to eat Warren." Luka rested his forehead on the cool table and covered his face with his arms. Stupid alien. Why'd she have to do that?
((Hello! I am too now. :) How was your trip? Or whatever it was that kept you away…I don’t think I ever really found out actually…))
Despite herself, Arabesque gulped. She wasn’t really like this, was she? Could she really be the type of girl to fall in love so easily? With someone who she knew had been with countless other girls—and probably broken many of their hearts—, at that?
She wobbled a little on her feet unsteadily, trying to decide if she really would go through.
Back and forth in her head it went. “He loves me, he loves me not.” It reminded her of a girlish fantasy. That was silly, she shouldn’t be so silly.
Arabesque fussed herself silently. Nothing was making any sense. She tried to pull away, but stopped abruptly.
Then, when she felt like she was just about to explode, she kissed him.
Advena stifled a giggle as Luka threw a book at Monn. Sure, it was funny, but it really wasn’t something to laugh at. He was upset—no one should ever laugh at anyone who is upset. At least, that’s what she told herself.
She stood quietly and tapped at the still-unbound leather restraints, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. If only she knew what it was that was making him like that! Not just for the purposes of having an upper hand, but also for……well, actually, it was probably just the upper hand…
[Oh, I went Shenandoah Valley Academy to check out their Academy days. It's a Seventh-Day Adventist boarding school that my friend goes to. It's amazing... Where did you go? ]
Sven, taken aback, stood there mostly motionless for a second, wondering what on earth was going on. Eventually, though, it didn't seem to matter.
He kissed her back, softly at first, then gradually becoming harder and more urgent. "I love you, I love you," he whispered breathlessly against her lips.
Pressing her closer to him, he softly slid his tongue into her mouth. Oh, how he'd wanted to do this so many times before.
[XD He threw Warren a look, not a book... ]
Monn sighed and glanced at Advena. "Fine. C'mon then, little girl."
He led her into the small kitchen, that needed many repairs and was in desperate need of cleaning. He leaned against the counter. "Well? What are you hungry for?"