The Reprobate
For a cripplingly long time they sat their in silence. Aleph seemed to be going over and over the situation in his head, trying to figure out this riddle that did not really exist. How hard was it to accept? He looked afraid, a emotion she never though the brunette would ever display in his whole life.
"Yes... you are. You're alive,"
Faith paused, stunned. The change around was so quick that it shocked her into silence. His voice and grin seemed off, she was unsure if it was because of all the alcohol or just the odd situation that had come at hand. Either way, he had accepted her and that made her the happiest person on earth. The blonde curled into his warmth like a child and his familiarity surrounded her. It was bliss.
"How... immature of myself. For that, and for assuming things when I was too dumb to confess earlier. Sorry. For everything. I'm just a selfish, self-centered man under the guise of a knight, nothing more. Well, not even that now..."
She found herself shaking with nerves, glaring up into his blue eyes with a thousand feelings running through them. "Don't apologise. Sure enough you were a little messed up, but I know it must have been hard for you." The blonde sighed lightly, lowering her face in shame. "What do you think of me...me being a Sapien?..." It was the question she was dreading the answer of. The woman had always displayed herself as some warrior Neco. She lied. She had lied before and she was lying now. "Before I lied about my species and now I lie about my name. I have made myself some savage legend Aleph. I go by the Reprobate, the killer of Necos. I don't know if that's the case anymore. I just....I hate myself."
"You may both leave. I will be fine on my own. Faith isn't dead, so I don't believe I'll need alcohol anymore."
"Are you kidding me!?"
"Being fine on your own is one thing Banton, but where is your armour and weapon?"
The Reprobate nodded furiously at Oreron's response. "Its no wonder I did not notice it was you. Your armour is a huge characteristic of yours you know Though I have to admit...no clothes would be nice!" She purred suggestively. The woman then crawled from his lap and stood up, leaning over the brunette and shouting at the brunette beneath her. "You just found me and now you are going to leave me!? I want to stay with you! I hope you do realize this!"
Faith then turned to Oreron, noticing him leaving the room. She dashed up to him just before he exited, softly grabbing his hand. "Are you just going to go too? You are welcome to stay if you wish it. I guess I kind of owe you now though, thank you very much Oreron. Chin up. If there is hope for us there is still hope for you." She told him with a soft voice, it almost seemed motherly with the amount of care in her tone.
"Hey handsome? How about that confession."