❝ please stay. i don’t think i can be alone tonight. ❞ (you don't have to answer this, i still owe you responses for the other asks XD but if you feel it then i would love to read your reply to this ask!)
STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS: At this hour of the night after Mar had already given over the watch to another soldier, the campfire had burned down so much that the barely there fireshine drew outlines of orange in the blackness hanging between the trees. The Halforc had good eyes, keen eyes, orcish eyes and what were for others just outlines was the blu-dyed enviorment painted in flowing flecks of orange: She saw the beaten bath throught the camp clearly, she saw every root digging through the grass like black snakes clearly, she saw the merchants tents glowing orange from the last bit of direshine that she had to squint her eyes, she saw the place by one of the fires where she had put down her sleeping mat clearly, she saw the Halflelf wide awake before he even talked much too clearly and unignorable.
His voice was quiet and almost thin in the quietness of the night laying thick like a blanket over the encampment. Almost brittle. Almost worryingly quiet. Yet still it made Mar flinch so hard as if she had been slapped and when before she had reached down to grab her sleeping-mat to search for somwhere else to sleep to give Curume more privacy, now she just looked at the other like a startled deer with her ears folted up and her eyes round and suprised. Then the woman sat down in the grass beside the others sleepingmat unceremoniously. A few moments passed quietly and as thickly viscous as syrupe. And the whole time the young womans freckled ears flicked after the slightest sound- Curumes breathing, the rustling of the wind in the leafs above their heads, the grass beneath them whispering at the slightest move or shifting of weight, her small hands opening and closing around the grass in the tact of her own breaths, the quietness laying around the camp like a heavy blanket, the almsot silence of the night ready to smother Mar, the other body next to her alive and breathing and yet as unreadable as anything in the almost blackness should be unreadable for her.
"...I could brew up a nephentes for you to make you fall asleep, young Sir." , Mars words fell into the quietness as uncomortable loud and hard as a stone in a deep well. And just like by a stone the Halforc felt those words hit her almost painfully and promptly sat up even straighter than before as if she was reacting to a sudden pain. Clearing her throat much too loudly to be natural the young woman looked to the side and her ears flicked, flicked, flicked up and down even more wildly in the tact of her own heartbeat buzzing in her head: "- I would understand if you do not trust me to do that, my apologize. Of course you would not trust me to do that. You are free to feel that way and it is not like I need to leave now, I am after all not on guard duty, but I am sitting here with a hauberk and a spear so I, hm, I am not exactly a comforting presence, I am probably not comforting at all or looking safe, I think I am- " Talking too much to be comforting, too orchish to be comforting, too awkward to be comforting, too strange to be comforting,talking too stupidly to be comforting, too loud to be comforting, not comforting at all, never comforting, not her, never her. Mar bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from stuttering out any more awkward words and the sillage of black iron filled her mouth and nose. Pinning her ears flat against her head, the young woman just shaked her head with a frustarted chuff , than she sternly stopped herself to do even that and instead just folded her hands neatly on her lap. Her voice was so quiet it almost drowned against the singsang of noises in the nightly forest; the soft rustle like a distant sea of the dark cool grass on the ground beneath them, the wind in the leafs above their heads tasting almost salty from the far away coast, small animals moving through the dark undergrowth like fish in shallow waters. Mar couldn´t swim, so she never grew fond of the ocean or deep waters : "... if you are worried to be alone or sleep alone, I can give you a opus for a dreamless and fearless sleep. Its what " -I, Mar added in her head but instead said strictly: "-soldiers usually take, when they can´t sleep at night." [ @doomedbychoice ]