Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

The moment Myra's lips touched Danika's it all came flooding back. They had been in love, and not that bullshit young love that was shallow and fleeting, true love. Myra had foolishly believed she could be Danika's mate, that they would never be apart, and it had been the most joyful period of her life. More than that, it was the only time in Myra's life that she constantly drifted back to, the comparison for every aspect of her current years. Each time someone made a move on her, each time she took a lover or tried to make a meaningful relationship... They all fell short. It was Danika's fault, nobody could compare to her princess. It was so bad that casual, routine moments in her life took her back to times she shared with the gorgeous wolf, and often she had to drink or fight to get the memories to fade for awhile longer. It had been getting better, the strength of her affections slowly fading, and yet the moment she heard Danika would be an officer things had changed and she felt the familiar tug of emotion begging for her to listen. It was horrible. Maybe a few more years, just a few more, and she could have moved on, but as if sensing she were on the precipice of a breakthrough the universe shoved Danika back in her life. It made her miserable, and yet at the same time she was inexplicably happy. Nobody made her feel the way this particular member of the royal family did, nobody. So when their lips met and she felt the heat and desire pressing back she quickly let a spark of hope ignite all of the forgotten flames, making the aristocrat pour even more desire into the lip lock. It was too soon to have such hopes however, and the moment Danika forced them apart her heart sank, as if knowing what was about to happen. Drunk? her eyes narrowed slightly and she struggled to keep her voice down, even if keeping it calm and unwavering was impossible. The hell I am... Maybe tipsy but I'm no lightweight Danika. She struck back, instantly hating what was about to happen, hearing the bullshit immediately and not missing a beat... Danika always had been amazing at rationalization, and why else would she bring up a bit of alcohol when she both knew how Myra had always felt and reciprocated even if for but a moment. The alpha just stared at Danika for a moment, part of her wanted to growl and push forward, slam Danika onto the bed and force her lips, make it to where she couldn't lie... But her confidence was shattered with the rejection and she couldn't be absolutely sure in assuming her ex wasn't serious. Hmph... Fine. I'll leave you alone 'Commander'. I'm sorry for the inappropriate advances. She was angry and sad all at the same time, staring at Danika a moment and reaching out, tempted to ignore all of it and touch her one more time, but then she stopped. If Danika had wanted her she could have come for her at any time, because Myra knew, she knew the princess had her share of affairs, she knew how loveless the marriage she shared with Richard was. Myra's affections were worthless. --- It had taken her most of the night to fall asleep, which was actually just her passing out after truly getting drunk, taking the rejection to heart, and an entire bottle of liquor to her liver. When she woke up it was only due to one of her soldiers shaking at her, a nervous voice whispering in her ear, Cap... Cap, if you don't get up now you won't have time to get ready. The voice belonged to Delia, an adorable blonde with perhaps the most insane skills with a spear Myra had ever seen. Whether it was mounted combat or the shock trooper style of Myra's squad, the girl was an asset. Myra was perhaps a tad too hungover though, and more than a little heartbroken, which caused her to turn over and give the girl a very inviting look. C-Cap. She said again, eyes roaming Myra's body before she blushed like a teen and turned to start cleaning up the tent a bit, knowing very well how Myra could get after a few too many and being use to the lusty looks of the half-sleeping alpha. It never went anywhere but before Danika jumped back in to her line of sight Myra had definitely been flirty with Delia, and old habits were hard to kick entirely when drinking had been involved. Only when she became a bit more awake did she sit up and look back at the girl, a sigh escaping her lips as she pinched her own skin, a little, 'idiot' gesture at herself. Sorry Del, just give me like five minutes and I'll be out. Need to freshen up and get my gear on. She smiled, this time being much more natural and charming, and less lusty lecher. Delia nodded, flattered whenever they flirted but more comfortable around the charming, reliable captain than the horny booze fiend Myra could sometimes become. Not that Myra had even slept with one of her soldiers, it was a hard line, but she had definitely been a bit flirty in the past. She really was a silly person, serious and powerful with another personality that was irresponsible and pouty. That morning, after cleaning up using a bit of fresh mint for her breath and a water ration to clean her skin, Myra came out and broke down her tent, armor glistening and two swords on her back. This wasn't her ceremonial gear, the crap she was supposed to wear to look good upon departure, it was her battle gear. The armor covered less but was more protective where it mattered, allowing mobility and more life saving protection, and she was carrying two swords, her preferred combat style being a dual blade style. She was dressed for war and knew enough to do so before the first battle than after. Fuck ceremony and matching uniforms, she wasn't the type to care about appearances when they could engage in battle at any point, after all, they were headed towards enemy territory. If only Danika was as easy to handle as war. Even if she were prepared to kill and possibly be killed, the moment she mounted her horse and found her place near Danika, being one of her 'honor guards' of sort, she felt more than a little distracted. Why couldn't the princess just love her...