Post by ۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper on Oct 28, 2020 16:03:32 GMT -5
((a very basic snippit of what happened last night. i didnt chat log anything unfortunately, but i wanted to at least capture a rough idea of what happened. Sadly all the juicy dialogue is lost to my memory so i can't share it all here. This story is mainly for my own records... but thought some may enjoy reading it anyway 
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))Kat had drunk a lot trying to numb the shock and pain of the events that occurred that night. Using the drunken haze as a protective blanket, and a helping hand to function.
Earlier in the night, she had stumbled and swayed her way to the Demon Hunter area in Stormwind, leaning against the ledge, gurgling and pointing to the moon she claimed she rarely stayed awake long enough to see. Near by, a young woman named Lace had come to stand protective watch over her. Kat hadn't met her before, and had been too smashed to register much beyond the girls presence. She had been secretly thankful for it. Some time had passed, with the two women chatting, mostly Lace listening and Kat's drunken ramblings about anything that came to mind, before Qada appeared and picked her up.
She had been receptive to Qada's appearance, despite the sour note in which they had parted.
He had then picked her up bridal style, and flew her off to the Waterfall buried deep in Elwynn Forest, bordering the mountains. The fresh night air, worked to gradually help sober the woman up, allowing her to talk more clearly with the monk. Things were said, other things happened... and in frustration and sheer exhaustion she tottered her way to the tent nearby.
Which is where she currently laid, listening to the crickets, the crackling fire outside and the waterfall. Once and awhile, the heavy beating of gryphon wings was heard, as they ferried people back and forth.
One would have thought sleep should have been more eager to claim her. However the more sober she became the more her eyes widened and she stared blankly, watching events of the evening unfold again and again in her mind.
He had returned. Cillian was back. Maybe he had always been around and their paths had never crossed until this night. Whichever it was, her world shattered the moment she realized who it was that had stopped behind her, to listen in as she cursed and swore at a void elf she apparently knew pretty well.
When Rifter had left with his new flavor of the month, Kat had been left to direct her anger at the large, plated man who had been standing behind her. She hadn't known it was Cillian at first. Perhaps her mind had been doing its best to protect her from the truth. Her lover, Anger, keeping the veil pulled up protectively over her eyes for as long as it could.
The man looked haggard and tired. His face sporting a large bushy beard that was usually sported by grizzly lumberjacks that smelt of pine sap and bad cigars, and then those who just didn't care anymore. His hair was shaggy, pieces falling haphazardly into his eyes. The whole visage was a great mask, hiding away the man she, in another time, would have come to marry and give her whole heart to.
Despite her threats and posturing, the man didn't carry on his way, instead, he took great delight in chiding and mocking her with pet names that seemed to infuriate her further. He had moved in closer to her, standing to her right, along the wall that over looked the park below, and further still, Lion's Rest.
Perhaps something deep within her caught on to who he was first, something that made her turn her shoulders to face him more properly, her good ear poised to catch the voice she had spent many nights listening to before she had fallen asleep. Something...familiar.
His words seemed to bare little pick axes, which diligently chipped away at her mind, breaking down the blockage of memories. she had worked so hard to bury. After a hole was created, the memories began to spill through, just a slight trickle at first, she didn't notice how they seeped into her blood, gradually turning it cold.
Akin to one walking in the darkness of a looming forest, the wild creatures that surrounded her moved in, steadily working to increase the level of dread until she blinked at him. The veil was gone, pulled away grandly like a magician gracefully sweeping a tablecloth out from under a place setting without breaking anything.
The broad man confidently moved in closer to her. Close enough that she could easily recognize his scent. Feel the heat of his body and the full weight of his vivid blue eyes. Mere inches separated them, and yet there might as well be a planet between them for as far away as she felt.
"I-Ian..." she had stammered with wide, shimmering eyes, her hands hanging at her sides in limp fists. She had been praying that she was wrong. That the man would shake his head and tell her she had the wrong person.... It seemed like forever before he replied. In that span of time emotions that had been dammed up were flooding into her mind freely. Crushing her with the weight of them, stealing her breath, an icy hand poising to close upon her heart. It just couldn't be him. The man whom she loved so dearly, that she had opened her heart and bared it to him, making him the most dangerous person in her life. A power no one, she came to believe, anyone should have over her. So, her smarter, Future Self braved time travel with Chromie to protect her past self from things that were to happen. But it had been too late. Though she had protected herself from a night that would have changed everything- she had already fallen in love. It became an odd occurrence that when she rebuild her walls and did her best to drive him away, her heart was broken thrice. Twice by him for betraying her in the future and what she knew as her past, and then by her Future self who actually came back to warn her and tell her she had to leave him.
This man represented love, weakness, and so, so much pain. She had come to hate herself for what she had done, even though she had been right in the end. Over a year had dragged on since she had seen him, day after day of secret pain and loss she had quietly endured. No matter what she had done, the company she kept... she never was able to forget him. Future Kat had had no idea what hell her well-intentioned actions would cause herself.
Qada had appeared, followed by Natasha, who had passed by earlier and noticed Kat had looked out of sorts- so she had alerted the man to come. The red haired woman didn't notice they had arrived. She didn't feel the poke Qada gave her when he came up behind her out of breath.
She was locked firmly in her own personal Hell-Bubble.
"Aye..." Cillian finally said as he nodded with a wicked grin. He had been quite enjoying watching the 'fierce and mighty' Kat turning into a quivering, terrified mass before him.
That was all it took. That one acknowledgement, that one single word, that summoned darkness to open its wings and suck her in protectively. Her knees buckled and she went down.
Qada had been staring on unsure what exactly had been happening. He was not a man to act rashly, or much at all however, so when Kat dropped like a sack of potatoes, it was Cillian's keen eye who made him reach out and catch her.
Kat didn't hear Natasha's alarmed cry while blessedly out cold, or the voices of the people who were gathered that were exchanging biting quips, insults and jeering.
Wrapped in her cocoon, while her body was wrapped in her ex lover's strong arms, Kat floated along.
How much time had passed between when she first went down and the moment she had started to stir, she didn't know. Cillian had picked her up and was cradling her close to his chest as he fielded the angry retorts and insults from the others with the practiced ease and cocky wit only one who once wore the grinning skull tabard could.
He had felt her body stirring, and gradually increased his grip. Kat- still partially locked in her haze, reached up to cup his face, like she had done so many, many times in the past. However the moment her fingertips touched the coarse wire of his beard she came back to her senses with a crash.
It was as if the faint had reset her... For the cowering, frightened woman who had been standing rooted to the spot with tears in her eyes from before was entirely gone.
"YOU!" she screamed, bunching up her fist to punch him square in the jaw. Luckily for Cillian, she was still weak, so it was nothing more than a mere love tap- than the well intended thrash of doom she had wanted to give him. "Put me down!" she ordered, cursing and swearing such colorful expletives that causes natasha to blush. Kat writhed and twisted like a wild cat.
"There is the Kat i know..." Cillian grinned holding her expertly in his firm grip. It was clear this wasn't the first time he had had to hold the thrashing woman. The fact he knew how to hold her, knew how her body would move, and the familiar way he said her name infuriated her even more.
"PUT ME DOWN!" she ordered again, this time sinking her fingers into his beard, determined to rip it out by the roots. "Qada kick his f*cking ass!" she roared. She was incensed being in Cillian's arms, assaulted by memories- and by the fact calm, collected Qada was STILL just standing there.
It was then Qada came to life, chi magic beginning to swirl around his fist as he pulled it back, ready to aim for Cillian's face, apparently not concerned if he hit Kat or not.
"Go on pretty boy, give it to me good!" the plated man laughed tilting her jaw out to the side, wincing through Kat's grip on his beard.
Kat saw Qada's fist incoming, and instinctively she turned her face into Cillian's chest, closing her eyes. More memories came back of the time he had rescued her from Waycrest Manor. The way he held her, the sound of his plated boot scraping along the stone... the familiar way his body moved as he rolled to protect the woman in his arms and take the punch full on. There was a sickening crack and then things went somewhat still for a moment. When she looked up, Cillian's face was bleeding- his nose crushed and bent to the side. Her heart ached for a moment for him seeing this- it took a breath to remind herself he deserved it.
"Now put me DOWN!" she roared again, hoping her forceful tone was enough to hide any emotion she had let slip.
With surprising care, Cillian set the woman down, making sure she had her feet planted firmly before removing his arms and standing back up, laughing and checking the damage the monk had done.
More exchanged insults were fired between the two men, and Kat found herself becoming quite turned on by all of it. The scent of blood, the way her pulse was racing, the insults and posturing... Her eyes flashed when she caught Cillian looking at her in such a way that (to her at least) whispered he knew exactly how she was feeling.
A passerby came up to offer to help mend any injuries... Kat motioned to the man who obviously had blood gushing down his face, droplets splattering upon the cobblestone. Cillian refused treatment with a wave of his hand, his attention still very much on Kat. He didn't relent a moment with his overly familiar nick names and tone.
"You'll have to do much more than that to impress this little fiery vixen," Cillian chided to Qada. The words made Kat twitch... it was as if he had read her very thoughts. How could he still know her so well.
In an uncharacteristically bold gesture, Qaga gripped Kat's arm and spun her around in an elegant twirl as if dancing, placing her behind him.
A card, Mouse. A single card! Kat whispered into Natasha's mind. The woman nodded and quickly brought forth her Tarot deck, drawing a card as requested.
The Wheel of Fortune is back M'Lady! came her reply. This was Destiny. Destiny brought Cillian back... The Wheel promised luck and the changing of fortune... Kat's chin jerked knowing this card.
Cillian began to advance again, toward Kat. Qada narrowed his eyes, stepping firmly between them, his fist beginning to glow with chi energy again. Kat noticed this and frowned. She was perfectly capable of handling things now. She wasn't that embarrassing, weak, creature trembling anymore.
Slipping a hand up against Qada's trap muscle she gave it a reassuring squeeze as she purred into his ear, the man only two inches taller than she was. "i've got this." and pushed his fist down as she stepped around him, almost chest to chest with Cillian again.
Now she stared up at him, her eyes flashing with challenge. This was one of her favorite games. There was a dark, familiar light of twisted pleasure spreading over her features. -Give me yer worst.. i DARE ye- it said.
He grabbed her arm and she shook it off quickly with a snort and mocking sneer, "Ah ah ahh... Use yer words."
Laughing her words off, he promised he had many more words for her, for another time. The hour had grown late, and his face was still bleeding. Casting one more long look at Kat, a look that promised -this- wasn't over, he walked away calmly.
She wanted to run after him, tackle him to the ground and maybe beat his head against the stones a few times. Something- anything to regain her pride after how she had reacted after first realizing it was him. Why had she acted like that!?
"i'm glad i showed up," Qada said, "The way he was looking at you, i think he may have raped you had i not shown up."
Kat considered the exciting idea then smirked and shook her head, "Can't rape the willing..."
"Who was he?" both Natasha and Qada inquired.
"No one important... Nevermind." Kat muttered.
Just then one of Qada's guild members came along and Qada invited them over to join the group.
Kat just stared daggers into the man's back. How DARE he invite a stranger over while she was still dealing with private personal business. She voiced her displeasure, and turned on her heel taking her leave. She angry Qada was splitting his attention yet AGAIN from her, where it should be, to some ragamuffin from his guild. Especially at a time like this.
"i'm getting mighty tired of your disrespect toward my guild mates Kat!" he called after her in his irritatingly calm tone.
She had no more to say. There was too much on her mind and the only thing that would help her now was drink.
Which is what inevitably lead her to where she was now, staring up at the inside of the tent. A shiver went through her body and she grunted sitting up, rubbing her arms. For a moment she missed the warmth of Cillian's arms. Of Qada's arms as he had carried her drunken ass to this place.
Confusion was not a good look on her. Nor was heart break.
Growling with frustration she crawled from the tent, to spend the rest of the night staring into the fire.
Founded April 26, 2005