"You pig-headed, arrogant, pain in my ass!" Though her words were biting, the look in her pale green eyes was one of deep concern. The lacy skirt whipped about her calves as she paced their bedroom.
Jonigan stepped nimbly in front of her, stopping her movements. He raised a hand to comb his fingers through her fiery red and gold mane. "Talitha, y"know I could nay live with m'self should I drag y"into harm's way." A charming smile curled his lips reflexively, though she had long ago become immune to its disarming effects.
"Please. You know I could kick your ass without breaking a sweat."
It wasn't a boast. Talitha was quite the atypical elvish maiden, which was what drew him so intensely to her. Tall and sleekly muscled, she was the avatar of Fury when anger got the better of her. Despite his considerable mystical talents, her speed and strength got the better of him nearly every time. Though his silver tongue ultimately proved to be her weakness.
"Aye, m'delicious force o' nature," he leaned in to kiss her forehead, for which she shoved him back a step. A frown creased his face, though Talitha's was deeper by far. "If t"were anywhere but Silver Thorn, I would welcome y"by m'side. They d"nay allow outsiders, as y"are well aware. They hardly tolerate m'self, and m"mother is one o' them."
"That's exactly my point!" she fumed at him. "If your mother was desperate enough for help to beg you to return home, it must be something terrible!"
"An" that's exactly m"point, also. If it's that bad, they may kill any stranger afore asking questions." He reached out to her again to take her hands, risking her ire. But she instead threw herself into his arms, hugging him fiercely.
"Damn you, Jonigan. If I knew you wouldn't just disappear and leave me stranded, I'd follow you anyway." Talitha's face nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel the dampness from the tears she tried to hide.
"Have faith, m"love," he spoke softly as he caressed her hair. "I'm devilishly hard t"kill."
Her voice was muffled as she squeezed him tighter. "If you die, I'm going to find a way to bring you back so I can kill you myself.?
Jonigan stepped nimbly in front of her, stopping her movements. He raised a hand to comb his fingers through her fiery red and gold mane. "Talitha, y"know I could nay live with m'self should I drag y"into harm's way." A charming smile curled his lips reflexively, though she had long ago become immune to its disarming effects.
"Please. You know I could kick your ass without breaking a sweat."
It wasn't a boast. Talitha was quite the atypical elvish maiden, which was what drew him so intensely to her. Tall and sleekly muscled, she was the avatar of Fury when anger got the better of her. Despite his considerable mystical talents, her speed and strength got the better of him nearly every time. Though his silver tongue ultimately proved to be her weakness.
"Aye, m'delicious force o' nature," he leaned in to kiss her forehead, for which she shoved him back a step. A frown creased his face, though Talitha's was deeper by far. "If t"were anywhere but Silver Thorn, I would welcome y"by m'side. They d"nay allow outsiders, as y"are well aware. They hardly tolerate m'self, and m"mother is one o' them."
"That's exactly my point!" she fumed at him. "If your mother was desperate enough for help to beg you to return home, it must be something terrible!"
"An" that's exactly m"point, also. If it's that bad, they may kill any stranger afore asking questions." He reached out to her again to take her hands, risking her ire. But she instead threw herself into his arms, hugging him fiercely.
"Damn you, Jonigan. If I knew you wouldn't just disappear and leave me stranded, I'd follow you anyway." Talitha's face nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel the dampness from the tears she tried to hide.
"Have faith, m"love," he spoke softly as he caressed her hair. "I'm devilishly hard t"kill."
Her voice was muffled as she squeezed him tighter. "If you die, I'm going to find a way to bring you back so I can kill you myself.?