<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Alley on the side of the Laughing Peacock Tavern<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Driven by her instincts, Theraeve intentionally traveled through the seediest parts of the city and down the darkest, most isolated alley that she could find, though even those parts were hardly that bad compared to most places. She didn't even know what she was expecting or hoping to happen. Maybe for some of the Darkfriends hidden in Tar Valon to mistake her with easy prey and try their luck on her so that she could vent her anger and frustration without having to feel guilty about it. Or was Theraeve really wishing for a confrontation that she wouldn't be walking away from? Either she didn't know or she didn't really care.<br/><br/>It didn't end up mattering, though, because her walk to the nearest tavern was largely uneventful other than having to shove aside a few people who were plodding ahead too slowly for her liking. She earned herself a few dirty looks, but there must have been something about her unkempt appearance and less than rosy disposition which dissuaded anyone from attempting to have words with her about it. Well, almost anyone.<br/><br/>Like a serpent coiling to strike, Theraeve's body tensed up momentarily when a man caught up to her and almost casually slipped into her personal space, but it obviously didn't take her long to recognize one of her few friends, if he could really be called that. Inhaling, she held her breath slightly before breathing out heavily through her nose, the tension in her muscles hardly even relaxing. In case that wasn't a clear enough signal of her displeasure at being stalked, especially because she'd failed to notice, Theraeve also countered Galvren's congenial greeting with a rancorous sideways glance before going back to staring straight ahead.<br/><br/>His mere presence was enough to upset her, causing the blood in her veins to start running hotter than it already was. Did that even make sense? He was one of the few people that seemed to genuinely care about her and appreciate her as a human being. She'd let him see behind her veil, at least to some extent anyway, but still his loyalty or respect had never faltered. They'd trained together, confided in one another on the few occasions when one or both of them didn't immediately pass out after an evening of very animated fun, and Galvren had always been more than good to her. If Theraeve ever needed to put her life in another's hands for whatever reason, his name along with Shayella's were the first two that sprung to mind. So why did it bother her so much that he was here with her now?<br/><br/>Because he made her feel differently than anyone else. They'd had some type of connection, a magnetic pull of sorts ever since that fateful day roughly eight years ago when she'd protected his village from that group of bandits, including the male channeller which she'd been tasked with bringing back to the Tower. Theraeve hadn't thought too much of it at the time, but it had only grown stronger after she'd brought him back to the Tower and they'd gotten to know each other more intimately. With everything he knew about her, she felt naked and disarmed around him. Vulnerable. The sex had been supposed to help her forget about her demons, and yet it felt like their time together was beginning to have the opposite effect of drawing her issues to the surface instead. The only solution that Theraeve had found, which in reality was more like delaying the inevitable, was to ramp things up so that their time spent together was too wild and feral to worry about anything else.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," she curtly dismissed his concerns, hardening her jaw and furrowing her brow. Then, right as they were passing the corner of the Laughing Peacock, she grabbed Galvren by the front of his collar with both hands and brusquely hauled him off into the alley without so much as a warning. "Shut up and make yourself useful," Theraeve growled hotly, pulling him past a stack of empty barrels before slamming his back carelessly against the wall. Ignoring any protests, she arched her body forward and threw herself against him, keeping him pinned with her elbows on his shoulders and her breasts mashed against his chest while she tilted her head to the side and tried to force her tongue past his lips. There wasn't so much as a hint of romance about it, her advances were purely just impetuous, bordering on spiteful.<br/><br/>Half a second later, Theraeve dropped one of her hands down between them to grope at his crotch, as if to roughly and impatiently check if he was hard yet before she began tearing at the laces of his trousers. Her heavy breathing was broken up by strained groans as the pain in her side flared up, but Theraeve didn't care about that just like she didn't care that they were practically out in the open, she just used it as further fuel to be consumed by the fire raging in the pit of her stomach.