Post #2760068 in Please Scroll Past, a roleplay on RPG

Miriam felt the eyes upon the back of her head and let out an annoyed sigh. She stood up to face the dark giant of a woman and asked. "Just what the fuck do you want? I'm trying to enjoy a drink here.."

The woman did not flinch. This time, she didn't lower her gaze. She kept her eyes locked with Miriam's, a daring glint to them.

Miriam's anger started to flare. "You deaf? Or just Stupid?" she asked taking a step forward. "I'm really not in the mood for this. Tell me what you want or better yet just fucking piss off."

The crowds around began to clear out with terrified looks on their faces. A few brave ones stuck around though. They had to see what would happen.

The giantess lifted herself off the wall, staring down Miriam as she did so, before slowly moving around her to the center of the room, not once breaking eye contact. At the rooms center, she raised her fists and widened her stance, waiting.

Miram just smirked. "So it's a fight you want? Come at me then, bitch!" Miriam said as she pounded her chest with her fist.

"Please ladies! Not in my bar!' The barkeeper begged.

But it was too late... The brave crowd started whispering bets as the giantess rushed forward. "A thousand gold on myself!" Miriam yelled out as she danced away from the giantess' charge. "Too slow!" Miriam chuckled.

The Giantess let out something a kin to a feral growl as she came at Miriam again. This time though she met with Miriam's fist. Too fast for the crowd to even see Miriam had jumped up and connected with the giant woman's jaw.

As Miriam landed on her feet with catlike grace, The Giantess was sent flying across the bar. She went right though a table before smashing head first into a keg of beer smashing it to bits. As the beer poured out over the giantess and the bar the crowd stood with stunned looks mouths wide and jaws hanging.

It was about that time that Marcel came rushing in...

Miriam barely noticed the woman that rushed over to the Giantess as Marcel opened his mouth to harp at her. Annoyed, Miriam simply said. "She started it..." Clearly not caring about what he had to say.

Miriam turned to the barkeep "Sorry about the mess... the boys over there can pay you from my winnings..." she said before turning to walk out of the bar.

Marcel gave the barkeep a friendly wave and an apologetic smile, before looking over to Xanth. Her little hand was enveloped in giant paw of the big one, making them appear like a child and parent. He gestured after Miriam, but she waved about a hand and shook her head, before resting against her companion’s arm. Marcel gave her decision to stay away from the Shark an approving thumbs-up and waved her goodbye, following after Miriam.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, bounding up beside her like no tension that hung over their heads whatsoever, “Be careful with it.” He paused a moment, then chuckled. “So how did she start it, exactly? Look at you funny? I’m sure you’ve punched people for less.”

Miriam groaned as Marcel bounded up to her like a happy puppy. "Don't fucking tell me what to do. And yes I have punched people for less. Like I'm about to punch you if you don't stop following me."

“I can take it,” Marcel said, undeterred, “Send me flying through the ceiling. Or crashing through somebody’s merchandise, or the supplies here. I'm sure Quinn will love that.” The smile playing on his lips indicated a lighthearted jest, but...

Miriam suddenly grabbed Marcel's jacket and pulled him down towards her until his face was inches from hers and shouted, "Don't fucking test me! You of all people have no right to lecture me. Why don't you just fucking leave me alone... Isn't that what you are best at? Leaving people...alone..."

Miriam had no fucking idea what she had just tread on. Marcel was tired, of Miriam and the journey. He was sick of trying to play nice, but he could’ve done it forever, if she hadn’t said that. Jealousy, loathing, doubt, everything ugly in him throbbed in that ticking time bomb that Miriam had just dared to kick. Their whereabouts and the people around them were a white abyss.

Those golden eyes that glittered with all the superficial charm of a gold bar widened, flashing with the ferocity of a lightning strike, as he roared, “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MIRIAM?!”

The sudden snap of his charming persona loosened Miriam’s grip as his hands snatched her wrists, yanking her off him. People had lifted their heads to glance, or in some cases, gawk at the commotion, but their attention did nothing to calm Marcel, his handsome face contorted like a snarling dog’s. “I’m stuck here because I can’t leave someone alone!” he barked, piercing through her with his golden glare, “And you’re stuck here, too! Stuck with me! Punch me to the moon if you want to, I’ll be back. I’m not leaving anything. Starting with whatever the fuck your issue is!”

Miriam was taken aback by Marcel's words... but anger still burned in her. She noted the onlookers and gave them a glare before grabbing Marcel again and dragging him off to a nearby hallway. When she was out of sight of the main room she suddenly pinned him against the wall and spoke, her face once again inches from his. 'You want to know what my problem is? Do you Really? YOU are my problem. Every fucking time I see you there is a burning... a wrath... a love...a hate... a friendship... a desire to rip you in half... and a desire to do this..."

Miriam pressed her lips against Marcel's it only lasted a few seconds but it seemed as if time just stopped for a moment. When pulled away she just looked at Marcel as what she just did set in.. She had just kissed him... oh gods... she had just kissed him...

As Miriam pulled from Marcel, she met a dark, unreadable gaze that had not faltered since the moment she met his slack lips. Not unlike the eyes those who spasmed on the end of his blade saw, before he sent them into the arms of their gods.

He didn’t want to think.

About what he was supposed to say next, about whatever Miriam had just confessed, about the rebellion out there, about super assassins, about the demon Quinn had vowed to defend the world from and the woman who had promised her death, by the Goddess, about Quinn. The way she flinched from him, the ways she surpassed him, what he had done to her, the pearls that were still tucked away in his jacket.

About what he was doing for her. About his pitiful presence.

No, he didn’t want to think anymore. He wanted to feel something, something like...

Power.

And it was that sudden hunger which drove his hands to clutch at the gladiator’s hips and pull her against him. He kissed her as if he was starved for it. From her lips to her neck, feeding from her, exactly like the selfish parasite he was trying to forget he was.

It all happened so fast...

Miriam found herself and Marcel making out their way to the inn above. Soon she had Marcel picked up in her arms, carrying him into room 21. She pushed him onto the bed crawling on top of him with a smirk.

When it was all over Miriam just lay there under the covers with Marcel. This wasn't a dream was it? No, this was real, she had just.... with Marcel... She laid there naked beside him. She just let herself breathe...

People like Marcel were not made to keep power. He had proven that to himself time and time again. But for the moment, the buzz lingered, though he knew in several hours’ time he would lose it and go back to... well, he didn’t want to think about that.

Marcel and Miriam had fallen apart and laid there like debris, not touching, both staring at their respective spot of ceiling. Quite the unceremonious aftermath to such an explosive outburst of passion. Marcel definitely felt like he had gone through an explosion. His body ached with bruising, not unlike those he’d received when training with Miriam, but somehow, these felt worse.

Guess... now was the time to say something. Something not stupid.

“So,” he breathed, shoulders still heaving and eyes still fixed to the ceiling, “Does this mean the flirtatious banter is back or am I being too wishful?”

Miriam wasn't sure now to answer him... this whole affair had cooled down her hate for the man beside her... but she was unsure of what would happen now. "I guess that's up to you..." she answered with a sigh.

Miriam looked over at Marcel and asked "What do we tell the others? I'm sure they will be wondering why we have been gone for so long..."

“We tell them that we sat down and discussed our differences like civilized folk,” Marcel replied, letting out a groan as he curled up from the bed to swing his legs over the side and start shuffling back into his pants, “Or, that you were beating the crap out of me.” He rolled back his shoulder with a hiss, “I think that's more believable.” Everybody was distracted with their own business, surely they wouldn't have been missed. Only thing to worry about was whoever had seen the argument or them leaving together, and Marcel... hadn't exactly been paying attention to his surroundings, then.

He got off the bed (Thank Heresta they weren't taking off again so soon, he was going to be walking funny tomorrow. He wasn't used to be being the one in this position - well, there was that one other time-) and did up his belt buckle before searching around for the rest of his attire.

Miriam just watched for a moment taking in Marcel's form before finally pulling herself from the bed. Finding her clothes and armor she quickly dressed. Her eyes resting on Marcel from time to time. As he whipped up his crumpled jacket, a flash of white was flung from its pocket and came to land on the foot of the bed. A pearl necklace, disappearing within the white bedsheets. Marcel paused a moment as he gazed upon it, then snatched it back up to stash it away without a word. Miriam noticed it but she said nothing as she straped on her swords.

Finally, Marcel looked at Miriam, for the first time since they had untangled.

"Miriam," he said seriously after a quiet moment, "This isn't going to happen again."

Miriam looked crushed but just said "Yeah...keep telling yourself that..." before heading out the door before Marcel decided to say something that would piss her off. She wanted to keep this high...

Marcel watched Miriam go with dulled eyes, before he promptly fell back onto the bed with his arms out. “I’m sorry it did,” he hadn’t said. It wouldn’t happen again. There was no damn way he could let it.

Three rules, Marcel, you only had three rules. You were a bastard with princibles. No virgins, no crazies, and nobody who looked at him with eyes like that. He had definitely just broken two of the three. ... It was time to update those rules. There needed to be a forth, now.

Nobody he cared about.

He'd never thought he’d have to make a rule like that.

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