I'm not really 100% happy with this one, but didn't want to delay it any longer. I blame writer's block.
Poor Lark is not in the best frame of mind right now. Neither is Pitch, really. This is the beginning of setting up some RP between the two of them that will happen closer to Cata.
I really need to do an "about" post of Rill, just to get a better feel for his character if nothing else.
Anywho, this would have happened early last week, a couple days after the last post about these two. Enjoy!
It was very, very late. And dark, for that matter. Lark knew she ought to be in bed, but she felt restless. She tried not to think about how she usually got rid of these moods- with a night spent with Pitch- as she made her way to the Docks. He was gone for the night, out in Northrend with Shaur for some reason she couldn't remember now. He wouldn't be back until the following evening, so she would have to deal with it.
She avoided the guards with ease, her Kal'dorei night vision allowing her to see them well before they saw her. A shadowed nook made a perfect place to sit without being disturbed, and Komah was nosing around as well. He would let her know if anyone approached.
No sooner had that thought crossed her mind when she "heard" him. Your friend is heading straight for you. Lark looked up just as Rillian dropped down at her side. He looked over at her with a cheeky grin. "Heya, lass. Nice spot, but what'cha doin' here alone?" Lark snorted, then waved a hand to one side. The soft blue glow from Komah's markings could be seen in the darkness. "Not alone, babe," she told him dryly, and it was his turn to snort. "Ayeh, keep forgetting 'bout your critters."
He kept watching her, and after a moment his expression turned curious. “So why ain’t ya in bed? Gettin’ back t’ your roots?” He snickered, but Lark just rolled her eyes. “Just… couldn’t sleep yet,” she answered. His head tilted as he regarded her. "Where's your fella?" he asked after a pause. Lark gave him an irritated look. "Gone. He'll be back in a couple days," she told him, not quite snapping at him. Rill spread his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy lass. What've I done t' make ya snippy?"
She looked at him, her irritation suddenly draining away. "Sorry, Rill," she said quietly. "It's nothing. Just in a mood." He chuckled, shifting a bit closer. "No worries, lass, though I think y' found the reason ya can't sleep." One hand touched her shoulder cautiously, then when she made no objection he ran it along the back of her neck. "'Lune, Lark, you're stiff as an old board," he commented. She just grunted as his fingers began kneading her neck and shoulders. Neither of them said anything else for several minutes, as he worked at getting the knots out.
Lark was almost falling asleep despite herself when she felt Rill shift behind her. His breath tickled her ear. "Maybe we can put you in a better mood, eh?" he whispered, a little hoarsely, then he gently kissed her cheek. She made no move to stop him, and after a moment he kissed her again, his hands lightly caressing her shoulders. Almost unconsciously, she leaned back against him, and his arms went around her as he nuzzled into her. Her eyes closed as he went from her ear down her neck, his hands moving to her belt and starting to loosen it.
Unbidden, an image of Pitch suddenly came up in her mind. She opened her eyes again with a start, torn by sudden confusion.
She and Pitch had made no promises to each other. She was free to do what she wanted; she was even pretty sure that if she did spend the night with Rill and he found out about it, he wouldn't care. So why did she feel like she was cheating on him?
She couldn't do it. Her hands covered Rill's, stilling them. "Wait, Rill." He seemed to pick up on her change of mood immediately- he was moving his hands away almost before she touched him. He scooted himself back to his original spot, looking her over with a rather regretful smile on his face. "S'alright, lo- lass," he said. "Though I thought we might actually get somewhere this time." Lark couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," she started, but Rill waved a hand, cutting her off as he stood.
Looking down at her for a moment, the rogue reached down and lightly squeezed her shoulder- a casual gesture between friends, no more. "Go on back t' your druid, girl," he told her, not unkindly. As he turned to leave he hesitated, then added, "I'll be in town for a couple days yet, finishing things up, then I'm back t' home. Might go hang around Dalaran for a bit after that, not sure yet. G'night, lass." Lark nodded, but he was already gone.
Komah came up to her, and she absently scratched around his ears before getting to her own feet. She made her way back to her room on the University grounds, then dug out the small bottle she kept for "emergencies". Pouring out a glass of the mead, she downed it quickly, then made herself get into bed.
It was still a long time before she fell asleep.