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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 2:37:55 GMT
"So?" He returned. "You're already better than some of the Vikings who've been out of training for years."
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 2:39:16 GMT
"No 'm not," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm j'st Evalda. And both times you've seen me try to do Viking stuff, I've gotten hurt."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 2:40:59 GMT
"Vikings always get hurt," he said, leaning back. "It's better to be hurt and not dead, in my opinion."
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 2:42:10 GMT
"My point is, I've ne'er done anythin' that makes me better th'n anyone."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 2:45:34 GMT
"You didn't poison me," he said. "'nd let your dad cut you. That was brave."
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 2:47:44 GMT
"You wanna know why I didn't poison you?" the alcohol was really starting to take effect now, and her eyes were dull and bleary. "B'cause 'f I was gonna be Cheif, I was gonna do it m'self. The right way. And not cheat. Also you're really pretty. An' I don't feel like becoming Cheif m'self anymore. It's confusing."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 2:52:42 GMT
Rikard laughed, somehow finding the idea of his demise amusing in his drunken state. The Chief moved closer, feeling the instinctive urge to kiss her grow stronger. After all, that was customary when someone found you pretty. Or at least he thought it might be - he wasn't quite sure at that moment.
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 2:56:20 GMT
"An' since I was small, I always dreamed of beating you an' becoming Cheif," she said slowly. "But now 'm not sure who that dream really belongs to."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 2:59:45 GMT
"You talk too much when you're drunk," he said with another laugh, poking her cheek.
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 3:00:28 GMT
She laughed, leaning her head in his shoulder. "You talk too little."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 3:03:27 GMT
"I know, I'm sorry," Rikard mumbled. He turned his head to press a kiss to her forehead, not really thinking about it. He wasn't really thinking about anything - it was strange of him to be so impulsive, and yet somewhere, in the sober part of his mind, he was quite enjoying the liberty it came with.
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 3:07:37 GMT
She blushed, sighing. "Why am I telling you everything? You'll b' mad at me in the mornin'. Mad that I used to wan' to beat you an' become Cheif like my Dad always said I should."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 3:11:23 GMT
"I don' care about that," he replied, frowning. Why didn't he care? Should he care? Probably. "I wanna kiss you."
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 3:13:16 GMT
"Just kiss me, then."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 3:15:44 GMT
That was all he needed. In one fluid movement, the Chief slid a hand to the back of her head, letting his fingers tangle pleasantly in her hair, and brought his lips down to meet hers.
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 3:18:09 GMT
Heart beating fast, she let her hands cup his cheeks. Both the sober and drunken parts of her mind were thoroughly enjoying this, but... something was wrong. Evalda knew that he would be angry beyond words the next morning. What if he never talks to me again?
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 3:21:47 GMT
His free arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Something tells me this is a mistake... No, no it's not. He felt his mind battle with itself as if he were just an observer. It was a puzzling experience, he mused, although quite amusing in his intoxicated state. None of the responsibilities as Chief really mattered in that moment.
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 3:23:36 GMT
She finally pulled away, sighing happily. "You're going to want to murder me once you're sober."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 4, 2015 9:07:22 GMT
"And?" He muttered, toying with a lock of her hair. "That's tomorrow. Worry 'bout it then."
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Post by Copper on Jan 4, 2015 13:07:28 GMT
She yawned, quickly falling into a deep, alcohol-induced slumber.
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