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Write about our characters falling in love, or if they have already doing something romantic.
I hope you are fully prepared for what you have just done.
The Moment- a drabble
I am not really sure when it all started. But it is ridiculous. Absolutely abhorred.
Maybe it when when he shoved me into the lake that day when we were looking for water and food.
Or when he absolutely infuriated me with his constant whining about having to go into town. Could anyone hate people anymore than he did?
Or there was that frustrating way he, at times, seemed to think himself better than me.
But…
When I felt alone, he was there for me to make a joke at the expense of and laugh at it with me despite, or for me have a good yell at, hell even to shove each other around a bit. No…
No, I know when it happened now. That night at the fire. My bad day, my first one since he had joined my company. That day my brain went back to my worst days, weaving and reweaving my most nightmarish circumstances, the dead bodies of my friends, of innocents. That day, it was the gore and mess that had been the circle, bodies mangled on the pillars, splattered across the walls, the reeking stench the burning flesh that mixed with the smell of stone and old books.
As Kaelen sat next to me, making some unheard harassing joke, I did not respond, my eyes glassed over as the pictures played on a circular loop, he gave me a shove with his elbow, and suddenly it all came alive around me. I sat on a stone floor, Wynne was shooting a healing spell behind me in Alistair’s direction. Our forces were weak, I felt a weakness in my stomach as I looked before me. I shoved hard against his chest, spilling back. "Begone demon!" I yelped in a frantic attempt at escape.
My shaky hand figited and patted down my person as I searched for something, anything, my dagger, poison, a bombing flash of something to caste at the demon. But it spoke to me suddenly. “Kyllian what the hell is wrong with you?" The tone of the horror seemed hurt, and it came closer. Finally my hands found what I looked for and my pulled out my mother’s dagger and made a forward slash at the creature, twisting as I scrambled to get up, but it grabbed at my ankle, pulling me back.
I screamed. I felt ready to cry. It would kill me. It grabbed my wrists firmly. “Bloody hell, you fucking hit me." It yelled at me. I felt a pressure on top of me as I thrashed about. The pictures were fading, but my panic continued until— "Kyllian its me! By the Creators, its me!" I froze. My jaw was tight as I stared up at him, the water at the edges of my eyelids, his legs straddled across my waist, staring down at me. A small dribble of blood dripped down his forearm onto my hand.
Kaelen looked down at me, with both an anger and concern, in strange accord. He briskly took my knife from my hand and pushed himself off of me, cursing in Elven words even I did not quite understand. I sat up slowly, swallowing hard, my face frozen. My knees curled up to my chest. Alone again. Surely he would want to leave. I was not suited for this much contact with anyone for this long. The outbreaks were inevitable. I laid my forehead to my knees. But a few moments later I felt a blanket drape over my shoulders.
I lifted my head quickly as I heard the rustle and just saw Kaelen retake his place next to me, already well on his way to wrapping his arm in some bandages. I stared at him silently for a moment, and he glanced over with this face. I didn’t quite understand it. It was gentle. Understanding almost, though I knew not how he could possibly understand. I clenched the blanket around my shoulders
And we stayed up the whole night. We did not say a word. We did not need to. Silence was more than enough words between us in that moment. The sheer fact that he remained was enough for me.
And that was it. That was the moment.
That was the moment I began falling in love with him.