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Jassa and "I don't believe you."
a/n I forgot how much I love writing about these two humans and I think I actually kept it to a drabble length this time! tried to capture their "at each others throats" energy hehe I hope you enjoy! not edited like all of these drabbles
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Jurian was the dumbest man Vassa had ever met and that truly was saying something.
She had ruled as a queen over countless men who's swords had more intellect than them, yet it was him, this general, this mad general who very well might the reason she loses her mind.
"I'm just saying," the brunette drawled, "if we went with my plan we would have the Human Lands under our command in a month."
"And I'm saying," Vassa fired back, "that if we do that, we will barely have any people to rule over."
"Not if we are able to talk to some of the villages first." He argued, "These people are not happy. If we are able to ally with them, they won't put up a fight when we come to rule."
"We need to give them a proper reason first," she looked him up and down, "and I'm not seeing much from you."
"Oh really?" He questioned with a raise of his brows, one of his hands coming up to lazily rest behind his head, "Are you sure about that?"
Vassa felt her cheeks flair with warmth and for once, it wasn't because dawn was approaching. As much as she hated to say it- Jurian was indeed a handsome man.
And especially now, late at night, his short hair tousled from a long day of arguments and planning, the top buttons of his shirt undone to show brief hints of the brown hair on his muscled chest, his long limbs stretched across that utterly ridiculous, pink monstrosity of a couch, and those usually crazed eyes now hooded slightly from sleep, he looked exactly like a man who would drive her mad.
Not that she would ever tell him that.
"I'm positive." Vassa stated. "When it comes to you, there isn't much to look at or to follow."
Jurian's lips curled into a smirk that boiled her blood. "I don't believe you." He state it so matter of factly that she was almost inclined to whack him.
He was always like this. So sure of his words and his plans, of his own opinions and thoughts, and most aggravating of them all - so sure of what he knows about her.
"That's fine with me." Vassa huffed, turning her head away from him. "I don't hold much regard for what you think."
The sound of movement met her ears, yet she refused to look in his direction. It was only when his face, Gods his handsome and human face, entered her line of site, did her eyes meet his again.
"And yet here you are," Jurian started, leaning over her, his body so close she could almost feel the heat radiating off him, " at half-past midnight, listening to my ramblings and schemes." His voiced lowered to a whisper and his face was so close their noses almost brushed. "So my queen, I don't believe that you don't hold what I say or do in high regard. Because I know that if you thought I was just some crazed, centuries old imbecile like the rest of Prythian, you would have ripped my head off and burned me alive before I could make another remark."
Vassa swallowed the lump in her throat. "How do you know I'm not just waiting until I have secured my throne before I do just that?"
That self assured look came back on Jurian's face. "Because I know you, the same way you know me." He leaned back away from her and she fought the urge to follow that warmth. "And I know for damn fact, that when we finally agree on a glorious plan-and it will be glorious- Koschi and those queens won't know what's coming for them."
And despite what she wanted to think and say, Vassa couldn't deny that she believed him.
