Truth is Truth
Tessa carried the water from the well, her attention caught by the man's activity. Her curiosity outweighed her natural tendency to avoid him since the last encounter.
She approached tentatively all the same.
The blue eyes watched for a moment, fascinated by the intricacies being displayed.
"That is a beautiful saddle." she moved closer.
The man's head turned slowly for he had sensed her interest and approach.
An odd shaped knife caught her attention. "You...did all this, Erich?" Tessa was pleasantly shocked. "It is most...ornate. The craftsmanship is astounding! You are very talented."
The gray eyes lowered. He returned to his pastime.
Tessa cocked her head, staring at the man's profile contentedly.
Erich felt her gaze. "You are staring."
"I know." she smiled softly. "Forgive me but...I enjoy looking at you."
"Excuse me?" his tone and manner chilled considerably.
"...That was a bit forward, was it not." The girl had the grace to be a bit flustered.
The man put the knife aside, straightening to his full height. "Let me clarify something." he held those blue eyes easily, his own filled with animosity. "There is nothing between us. Nothing." he grated the fact. "There can never be anything. Not ever! I feel no emotion for you whatsoever. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"
"...You feel anger, Erich." Tessa reminded.
"I feel no 'good' emotions for you." He corrected cooly. "That will not change."
A feeling hit the woman out of the blue. "All things change." She quoted automatically then...scowled deeply, straightening stiffly.
She could almost hear the voice. A male voice. Older, more...seasoned. Who was it? Her mind shut down, the image fading instantly.
Tessa's temple began to throb. She drew in a hasty breath, quickly dismissing the need to explore the thought further.
She opened her eyes, for the pain was receding now.
She felt nauseated. She covered her mouth with her hand, seeking solitude and quiet.
The moment passed slowly but surely.
She forced a smile she did not feel. "...I understand the premise of what you are saying." the blue eyes sought the gray. "I shall endeavor to, at least...remember that."
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"What?" Erich waited for her to speak but she merely stood, waiting as well. For what, he had no notion.
He halted, mid-bite, putting his utensil down.
The bread, much to his chagrin, was quite good...damn her soul!
She would not hear it from his lips.
"I have nothing in which to sleep." It had come to the woman. "May I borrow one of your shirts?"
He was astounded by the audacity of the question.
"I will, of course, wash it before I return it." she had sensed his reluctance.
He stared at the damnable amusement in her eyes. Erich was slowly beginning to truly dislike that 'look'.
It made the man feel rather petty, however, wishing to refuse such a small request. "You would wash it in any case, not I." She was assured.
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Forget the Past
RomanceShe finds herself awakening in an unfamiliar room, accompanied by a man she has never seen before. Her past is a complete blank to her. She doesn't even know her own name. Instantly drawn to this volatile, moody male, her instincts is all she ha...
