David
It was perhaps a one time experience with a man that was from being used to show his raw emotions. He was closer to do so than anyone could expect, but that night the alcohol was a benevolent catalyst for the sensations that he felt.

They both stood up from the table, both breaking away from the hold before Marsila asked Rekkan if Priscilla would be alright. Rekkan looked over his shoulder and smirked. Poor girl. She was piss wasted.

"Let's be good Samaritans and take her to bed, yeah?"

The wanderer turned around and walked next to Priscilla. He slid one arm under her thighs and covered her upper back with the other, lifting her up onto his lap. He curled his arms to secure the young woman and slowly turned around to gaze at the shapeshifter.

"Take me to the house she's staying at, yeah?" He was drunk, sure, but Rekkan had a good sense of balance. He stumbled a little, but walked well enough to carry Priscilla.
Leon
Marsila didn't respond as she watched Rekkan raised Priscilla to his chest, hugging her against his body. She knew he was merely carrying her sleeping form to a bed, but couldn't help feel negatively towards Priscilla after witnessing the way she felt towards the wanderer. If only she too, was able to intoxicate herself. 

She hated being the only sober person as everyone had gotten into the alcohol. Even though Ymir and his men had ceased in doing so, she knew it would be a few hours before they were in the proper state of mind. 

"I honestly don't know where she has been staying so I guess the house being used to shelter the injured would suffice. Plus after the amount she had consumed, I think it's safest to have her sleep there." She followed Rekkan, only a couple paces behind as they made their way to one of the houses. 

"Am I being delusional or does Priscilla seem to enjoy your company more than a friend would?" Marsila couldn't help to ask. She wanted to know Rekkan's view on it.
David
It was indeed just a man carrying a sleeping woman to her bed. There was nothing more and nothing less to it but the objective perspective, yet Marsila had to feel differently about it. Could it be she felt something for the wanderer? Perhaps. But he was still a mystery, even to himself. It could be that when she found out more about him, those feelings were replaced with others.

The wanderer took Marsila's advice and carried Priscilla to the lodge where the wounded were resting. Only the severely wounded were there, some would probably not survive the night because of the fire's intensity and how it damaged their bodies on their way out. The atmosphere inside the lodge was so different from the one outside.

"She lost her husband and is drunk." Rekkan said. "She'll come around tomorrow."

Rekkan walked back to Marsila after laying Priscilla in bed and tucking her in. He smirked down at the shapeshifter, obviously still intoxicated.

"Jealous?" He asked bluntly, pushing himself against her in a teasing manner.
Leon
Her eyes narrowed towards him as he mentioned her being Jealous. She couldn't help that she didn't enjoy the way Priscilla was acting towards him, especially when her husband had recently died like the wanderer had mentioned. 

"I'm not jealous." She muttered out with an annoyed tone in her voice, embarrassed that he had called her out on such. Using her shoulder, she bumped her side into Rekkan as he had done to her. 

"You're just drunk." She teased back. As she was unable to become drunk herself, she took advantage of those who were. It didn't take any effort to turn the blame around. "Or is it that you want me to be jealous because you have feelings for me?"

Now it was her time for teasing. Even though she wasn't sure to what extent he felt for her, it didn't stop her from trying to hide her jealousy. As they placed distance between the lodge and themselves, Marsila kept herself alerted the further they found themselves from the celebrations. 

She couldn't rely on Rekkan to be wary of their surroundings whilst drunk, leaving her to become extra cautious. She feared that if they allowed their guard to lower, Atovar and his men may make another appearance.
David
His smirk turned into a low and deep chuckle as she squinted her eyes, but the tide would turn soon after she bumped her side against him. They were closer to the lake when the girl asked him if he wanted her to be jealous, teasing back on his own game. She went as far as asking if that was because he had some kind of feeling for her.

He wasn't going to lie to her about his feelings, but he wasn't going to outright tell her what was happening in his heart and mind. Instead, the wanderer walked all the way to the lake's edge and gazed at the silvery reflection of the moon's gaze. They walked together towards it, away from the celebrations, and though there was the risk of being caught off guard, the wanderer didn't seem to care.

Instead, the warrior turned to Marsila in his drunken state and moved his hands, holding her arms. He stared intently at her before pulling her slowly against his frame, not to make the same mistake of kissing the shapeshifter roughly. Instead, guided by alcoholic euphoria, he leaned his head down to kiss her tender lips, slowly wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace as he did so. Soon, his arms were under her shoulders, going lower to clasp her hips and pull her up and off her feet.
Leon
When he hadn't given her a reply, Marsila felt her cheeks tighten as her lips were pulled to a grin. She enjoyed seeing this side of Rekkan, she wasn't used to seeing him in a cheerful mood so the chance was a breath of fresh air. A definite improvement from his usual impassive behaviour and features. 

When he held onto her arms, Marsila was confused as she looked towards him with furrowed brows. It would have been useful for her if she was able to read minds, especially in this moment. Though the confusion was replaced with shock when Rekkan brought his lips to hers. This time, Marsila didn't attempt to push herself away from the Wanderer as the shock faded. Instead, all her thoughts left her mind along with her attention to their surroundings as she allowed Rekkan to lift her from the ground. 

Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck so she was able to balance herself while her legs snaked around his waist out of reflex to being lifted. All the while, Marsila continued to move her lips against his as she melted into his hold, enjoying the sensation it brought her. The shifter almost forgot about their dayas she was only focused on Rekkan. 

She knew deep down he shared the same feelings as she did, she could only hope he wouldn't forget with the amount of Alcohol she watched him consume.
David
Half of his heart was expecting her to push him away and into the cold water of lake Fey. The other half was confident that the young girl wanted it as badly as he did, and when she clung to him with arms and legs, he didn't have anything else in his mind but her. Opposite to the shapeshifter melting in his arms, Rekkan could not do such a thing lest they collapse on the ground. However, it was true that his knees were weak from the amount of alcohol that made his emotions brim and his spine shiver in ecstasy as she buried her body against his.

It was bliss to feel Marsila's soft and wet lips for the second time. Rekkan was in control, as much as the wine let him be, and he wanted to show her how much he felt, that it wasn't something to just wash other thoughts over with. With every moment that passed, his desires swelled and his hands moved behind her. First to feel her rump over the clothes she was given by a villager to then become friskier and pull them up. It would be wrong to say he wasn't riled up by her presence and the smoothness of her body, how she made him feel good and anchored to a cause nobler than wandering around ever since they met. Though feelings blossomed later on, he was first curious about her when they first slept together outside town.

Rekkan purposely fell to his knees and bent his body forward. He wanted to lay Marsila on her back and lay himself on top of her. He twisted his lips in the crane of his head and let his tongue slip between them to wrestle her own. His hands fidgeted with his clothes and, soon enough, he was rolling his hips against her, breathing faster with the anxiety that built within him. He was warmer then, and she could feel the heat of his skin rise. His right hand moved to her chin and cupped it, slowly sliding off to her neck and fingers wrapping around it as he kept kissing and suckling on her lips, with e changes to wrestle her tongue with his seal both of their lips together.
Leon
Hey eyes gazed into the darkened sky above the two, attempting to gather her thoughts which proved difficult. She could only think of how his body felt against hers, even with his intoxicated state, she had found it to be nothing but ecstasy and pure bliss. For the first time since she had left her family, Marsila was in a state of elation and did not want to be rid of that feeling. 

Turning her head towards the left, her eyes fell upon the amulet laying against the grass. She hadn't remembered taking it off, yet was surprised when she didn't feel the need to put it back around her neck. She felt safe. Though her chest did feel naked without the weight of the jewel against it, having never taken it off unless she was in her wolf form or sleeping. 

As the two lay naked, Marsila heightened her senses temporarily. She was being cautious as she listened for any signs of someone that may intrude on the two of them, worried it was something that may not happen for a while. This was the first night together since the fire where they didn't have someone making an attempt on their lives and she feared that once the alcohol left Rekkan's body, he would go back to his usual ways. 

Shifting her attention back towards Rekkan, she remained silent as she stared towards him, curious to what he may be thinking. Marsila wanted to say something, but couldn't place any words together to make a proper sentence. She didn't want to say something idiotic that may ruin the moment.
David
Marsila's legs entangled around Rekkan's waist and pulled him deeper into her core as they consumed the feelings that they had for each other. It was uncertain when they started to feel like that for each other, but the truth was that the wanderer missed something like it for far too long, and it almost made his fateless existence be granted meaning. All of the boiling dark desires that thrived in his solar plexus faded and the bubble which he cast earlier felt like it burst into nothing, contrast to the void that was being filled in his chest.

He sensed her be aware of their surroundings if only for brief moments, but his hands rose from her sides and through a gentle caress of her bosom that ultimately ended in his fingers and palms cupping her beautiful face. His thumbs stroked the shapeshifter's cheeks each. They were so soft and warm from the blood rising in their connection. He took the opportunity to move into her inner sanctum and exhale a waft of hot air into her neck, lowering then to kiss her lips again and close his eyes. There was serenity for the first time in the long years of his existence.

"Shhh..." He placed a finger against her lips. "I will always protect you. And if someone takes you from me, I will go to the end of the world and back."
Leon
Marsila was stunned to say the least by Rekkan's comment. Any anxiety she previously felt was replaced by sense of calmness as she brought her hand towards rekkan's bicep, brushing her index and middle finger gently against his skin. 

She lost track with how long she laid against his chest, enjoying the silence as any doubt she had in her mind had reduced after he promised to protect her. It didn't go unnoticed that the wanderer avoided being direct with his emotions, Marsila had begun to realise this after they had temporarily defeated Atovar and his men. It may have taken her a while, but she finally understood. 

"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we met under different circumstances." She began, pulling the corner of her lower lip between her teeth as she imagined that if they weren't being hunted down, the shifter would have been taking bounties herself. Alone besides the occasional fling that ended shortly after.
David
The wanderer wasn't a being that lingered in what ifs. His eyes were often in the present and little in the ramifications of his actions, a volatile machine of wander and brutal decision making. It led to the burning of the warehouse as a mean to capture as many crooks as possible and create a terrible distraction that turned their quest inside out and made them be hunted. He felt guilty at times for dragging her into this and being callused to not know how to go about solving problems other than with an iron fist. But in that moment, he just wanted to feel her as much as she felt him.

"Leave those thoughts in the back of your head. I wouldn't have it any other way of it didn't mean coming any closer to this moment."

That was all he shared in tone, leaving the rest for his body to articulate in motions that words fell short in how to describe, if not to break the barriers imposed by the reality they were inserted in. Gears went into overdrive and overruled the notion of relaxation, although they were both in a higher level of existence then. Rekkan felt the apex of delirium and braced himself for detonation, letting the explosion flood Marsila's inner sanctum with his love and passion.

They never did keep track of the time they spent together like that, but the stars spiraled in the sky with the passage of shooting lights and a moon that orbited around the lake towards the distant horizon. When the fever faded, their bodies were sweating, at a point that it was unknown which drops were his and which were hers, all intermingled as their sexes stayed connected in the bond.

Rekkan breathed heavily, laying next to and pulling the young woman into the warmth of his frame and arms. He closed his eyes and rested, hands idle in caressing Marsila and giving her affection.
Leon
Not once had someone been able to complete her the way he did in this moment, so she followed his advice and shoved the very thoughts to the back of her head. Her breathing was slightly ragged after the pleasurable experience, exhausted yet exhilarated as their bodies moved together, matching each other in ways she couldn't explain through words. 

A tingling sensations flooded her body as she attempted to catch her breath while allowing Rekkan to pull her closer to his body. She pressed her cheek against the wanderer's chest, using her ear to listen to the beating of his heart as it gave her a sense of serenity, proving to her this was real. 

Marsila allowed her eyelids to close as she savoured the feeling he gave her emotionally and physically, not wanting her time with him to end. The shifter felt herself being drawn to sleep, the darkness drawing her in until her breathing became laboured. 

It would have been the first proper sleep she had for a long time, no longer worried about what lay ahead of them in the future. As long as she had Rekkan by her side, Marsila felt safe. Which was strange enough when the very thing he was able to control, was something that could kill her.
David
Rekkan awoke before the first rays of dawn. That time it wasn't like before, with nightmarish visions that plagued his sleep. It was a calm and almost surrealistic awakening. Yellow lights hovered over the lake's black water before ushering to sleep under the foliage that grew in Fey's shore. Rekkan nudged Marsila softly until she woke up as well. He didn't have a hangover, but his mouth was dry. The wanderer stole the moist of his lover's lips and rose from the ground, kneeling to get his clothes and put them on.

The warrior remained silent. If anyone was to break the quiet, it would be her. He finished getting dressed and waited for her, having wished to spend more time like that before they left. He felt something then, a probing sensation coming from afar. He thought it was paranoia at first, but the sensation persisted throughout. It was like an eye on top of them, and when he forced open his third eye, he saw the faded tapestries of hazy blue and green flowing in an arc above the lake, all the way from the other side, in Ibethiel. Rekkan had a bad feeling about the coming day. He didn't speak about it, nor did he reveal it, keeping a stoic expression to hide his worry.

The first people to wake up were the hunters, some of the villagers and Ymir. Antonius joins shortly after. They were already packing everything up for the others to follow. Some were hungover, but they had to bear through it. Such were the consequences of their actions.

Swass as as good as new, at least as much as his body allowed. The wounds would heal completely, but at least he returned to having full motor skills instead of being stuck to a bed. He joined Twiss in part of the defensive group, wearing his armor. The elders soon followed with the children, now with more space for everyone with the wagon and horses they were offered. There was kindness bred in that settlement, a rare sight to those that surely had something to do with the hunter, Ymir. He was first to approach Rekkan and Marsila, way later when she was already properly clothed.

"We are about to move out." He said, smirking. "Just waiting on the couple here."

Rekkan rolled his eyes. "My day is ruined." He groaned.

"I never had you for a sensitive man."

"No, it's your ugly old man's mug that's the problem." He taunted with a haughty smirk. There was no real changing him in some points.

"You won't have to see it for long." He said and then chuckled.

"Speaking of which, I figure I could scout ahead and you watch the rear this time." Rekkan said. "One guy draws less attention. Or more." He continued smirking.
Leon
Marsila wished they were able to sleep in another couple of hours, but unfortunately it never seemed to be a pleasure they were allowed to experience. However, when Rekkan pressed his lips against hers, she couldn't help the pink that tinged her cheeks. Marsila hadn't forgotten the night they shared together and was glad it didn't turn out to simply be an erotic dream, which she had thought when she woke. 

When she watched the wanderer begin clothing himself, she realised it was time that they left. If they were to delay their journey, it wouldn't be long until they were found, especially when they were travelling with such a large group. 

Marsila didn't take long as she dressed herself, not wanting Rekkan to have to wait. She was careful to not forget her amulet, however, rather than clipping it around her neck, Marsila dug it into one of the pockets on her clothing. Now that she knew how Rekkan felt towards her, she hoped it would be enough clarity for her to not wear the locket for the time being.

The shifter turned towards Rekkan and was quick to notice his playful attitude had changed back to becoming apathetic, causing the corner of her lips to fall. She had expected him to return to his usual behaviour, though she couldn't say she had hoped otherwise. 

The walk back was one of silence, not sure what to say in this moment so she decided to not say anything at all. 

When Ymir found the two of them, Marsila allowed them to talk as she observed the rest of the small crowd stumble their way into the wagons. She didn't need heightened hearing to hear the pained groans of those who drank a bit too much last night. She was glad they didn't take long to have everything packed for their journey, perhaps it was Ymir and his men that made sure it happened. 

"So if you two are done flirting, shall we start heading off?" She questioned with a slightly raised brow. "What do you need me to do?"