Andia: The Revolution

[King Acunasti]

Valentin did not say a word. He gently pulled Aarys back towards him and continued kissing her.

[Eltee]

"Well." Aarys said between kisses. "This is... Decidedly... Less comfortable..." She giggled.

[King Acunasti]

"Is it?" Valentin asked, breaking the kiss. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't stop."

[Eltee]

"It's okay! Don't stop." Aarys said, pressing her lips back to his.

[King Acunasti]

Valentin placed both of his hands (which were a bit cold from the snow) on Aarys' cheeks, welcoming her kiss with open arms. He didn't even intend to break away until she did.

[Eltee]

Aarys jumped at the touch of Valentin's ice-cold hands. "Ahh! Dammit you're cold." Aarys said. She maneuvered his hands beneath her jacket, behind her back to warm him up a little. "Better?

[King Acunasti]

Valentin winked. "You know it, beautiful." he said, moving to kiss her again.

[Eltee]

For a few minutes, the couple kissed passionately in the snow. Finally, Aarys reluctantly broke away. "I don't want you dying if hypothermia on me, let's sit a bit closer to the fire." She whispered.

[Kerr]

Gladro at last finished his search for food taking a good hunk of beef and a beer. He sat by the fire to warm himself in the cold, glad he didn't lose any friends in the battle.

[King Acunasti]

"What?" Valentin asked confusedly, just noticing that he had fallen into the snow. "Oh, [&@%!]!" he laughed. "I didn't even realize I was in the snow!"

He slipped out from underneath Aarys and slowly stood to his feet. He stepped over the log and sat on it once again. "Come here."

[Eltee]

Aarys sat back next to him. "I really must be distracting." She giggled.

[King Acunasti]

"You have no idea..." Valentin responded, running his fingers through Aarys' hair.

[Eltee]

"Uhuh. You'd better stop complimenting me, I am getting overconfident." Aarys said.

[King Acunasti]

"You have the right to be overconfident."

[Eltee]

"Nuh-uh. Modesty is a virtue." Aarys said with a falsely pompous voice.

[Leyyuce]

Peter, once satisfied that the flames had been entirely extinguished, set about to locate Hremai for the purpose of scolding her childish level of irresponsibility . Peter found her momentarily, seated near one of the camp's several fires in a downtrodden manner; he approached in a calm and collected manner, prepared to confront her realistically.

"What the hell is your problem, Hremai?"

[JVElEven]

"I suck," came the reply.

[Leyyuce]

"What?" Peter responded. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you referring to the whole deal with Dragovan?"

[JVElEven]

"I just suck. Leave me alone!" Hremai muttered, playing idly with a revolver she'd found in the jeep.

[Leyyuce]

"Hremai," Peter insisted, "Unless you calm yourself I can't be sure that you aren't going to destroy anything else."

[JVElEven]

"Don't worry, I won't destroy anything."

Hremai looked at the gun.

"It's funny how meaningless things are, don't you think?"

[Leyyuce]

"That's a pessimistic point of view," Peter noted carefully. "And it isn't necessarily true. Our lives have a purpose. We have a point."

[JVElEven]

Hremai snorted loudly.

"Like that's true. It woudln't change anything if I pulled the trigger on this one right now..." she said, pointing the barrel at her temple.

[Leyyuce]

"Hremai!" Peter immediately raised his hands as if to display his willingness to communicate without taking action against her suicidal behavior.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing? We're turning the tide of this war- you can't give in now! Is that demon inside of your head?"

[JVElEven]

"What demon?" Hremai asked, looking earnestly confused. "Another thing I haven't been told about? Great."

"Don't worry. There's a potential six shots in this. There's only a bullet in two of them." she idly spun the barrel.