Can I get her to kill me? ||Rissa||

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

This was just not her day, not at all. Waiting for something, anything, she was taken aback when he reached for her, and before she could shove him away he was kissing her. Again! She was so frazzled, and he was actually decent for a fae, and her instincts took over for a moment. Then Rissa realized she was unconsciously kissing him back. She flushed, embarrassment and anger flaring through her, and she slapped him a good one. Dangit, did he listen to nothing she said?!

And what was she thinking?! It had to be around that time of the month, that was the only reason why she would ever respond that way. And he was still holding her too.... she started to shove him away, only to be locked into his arms. Great, just great. She'd seen his strength before, and the strength of fae in general - she wasn't going to get away unless he let her go, and that didn't make her feel any better. That didn't stop her from trying though, struggling against his hold.

His words stopped her cold though, shocking her. So all she had to do was cut him using that special knife, and he would go away? Seriously? She smirked. That was a whole lot easier than Rissa expected - did he think she wouldn't be able to do it? She would, too, if he'd just let her go. But it didn't seem like he was ready to - instead she felt him wrapping his arms around her waist, while at the same time holding her in such a way that try as she might, she couldn't slap him, knee him, or otherwise do anything.

He really didn't think she was going to stop fighting him, did he? Come on, seriously? His next words, if possible, left her even more confused. And shocked. And... well, she had no idea. The flute was pressed into her hands before he was suddenly gone just like all the other times. Goodbye? So, she'd really gotten through to him after all? Or was this just a twisted truth, something he could justify as truth but wasn't actually what it seemed? Because she knew their ways, knew that what they said wasn't always what it was.

For a while she just stood there beside the pet store, trying to reel in her thoughts. But try as she might, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Relief that he was apparently going to finally leave her alone, definitely though.

In the end, she just decided to push it aside for this evening. She had things to do and places to be, and she couldn't spend all day here. But as she went to toss the flute into a trash can - why would she need it? - something stopped her. Maybe it was that a small part of her brain was actually focused, and was whispering that it may come in handy one day to call on the fae if she got into a deadly situation. For she wholeheartedly believed his promise that if she played it, he would come. Honestly, she wasn't sure. The flute went into her purse, resting along with that weird knife and her handgun.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. The person who'd hired them to take out that hit against the dark fae did indeed wire over the money, and for her part in the assassination Rissa got a fair chunk of the payment. While she was there, there was some discussion among the family about activities lately at the pub her uncle owned - namely the meetings lately by the fae haters - and a discussion about a possible hit on some important unseelie lord. Otherwise, she enjoyed the time spent with her sisters, spent some quality time talking to them about everything that had gone on lately - but she didn't mention the events of earlier that day. She needed to sort that out on her own first.

When Rissa returned home late that night, she fully intended to shift into her tabby form and curl up in her favorite perch to unwind. That was before a bag with something shiny inside caught her attention. There, sitting on her desk with a note next to it, was a bag of what looked like... gold? The woman stared in surprise, before rubbing her face with her hands. Was this never going to end? Without having to look at the note, she knew it was from that fae. Taha.

Picking up the note, she squinted to read the fancy writing. Dear Rissa. I am sorry for making a mess and being the source of you not being paid. Here are the money and interests. Take care of your self Rissa. Taha. Holy crap, was he actually paying her back for the money that she'd lost out on by losing those assassinations? Lifting the bag, her eyes widened. This was easily at least 5 pounds of gold right here, perhaps as much as 10. More than enough to cover what she'd lost, and quite a bit of interest.

With gold being priced by the ounce.... 6 hits was what she'd lost, with each hit paying an average of $60,000. Split that between her and those who'd helped her with intelligence gathering, and she got about $30,000 a hit. Times that by 6 was only $180,000.... last time she'd checked gold was close to $1,800 an ounce and going up. She had at least $280,000 here, if it was closer to the 10 pound mark. Holy crap... this was amazing, and not something she'd expected at all.

Why would he leave this to her? Was he really sorry for the trouble he'd caused her? Or was it some plot to get her to forgive him? Rissa had no clue, and she went to bed that night hoping sleep would clear her mind. And hoping it would take away the memory of that kiss. Bleh.

[Taha Darkness Mahalasioan]

Taha looked at his fist, his fist wasn't bleeding or even broken, however he just looked at it. He heard his brother close the door, behind him yet he didn't turn around. He just stood there with his head down, as he felt the pain in his chest. He had let go of the love in his life. He had never let go of anything, and the first thing he had started with was the love of his life. He knew, deep down in his core, that he was put on this earth or the other, only to learn to love. Love Rissa.

He didn't move, when his brother had closed the door, there was a moment of silence. ”Taha, what is with you? You come to my house, sit with Sila'an and Don't even greet my wife? What is up?” Taha didn't turn around, he only looked at the floor and in his brother direction. He just nodded, ”I am sorry, I will apologize to her later. I just... I don't know, I have met this girl...”

[/b] Taha knew his brothers wanted him to marry someone. However he wasn't ready, no scratch that he was, she wasn't.

”You have found love Taha? Did she put a gun to your head?”[/b] The tone was joking, yet both knew he meant every word he said. Taha never did look at woman, not even men. He knew his brothers had talked about it, they were worried, however Taha wasn't a virgin as they believed him to be, he just didn't get the hype. Sure it was nice, but that was it. He wanted more, he wanted a connection something that few had. He wanted Rissa, despite that she was all wrong. Yet that made her perfect.

He turned around and looked at his brother. ”It's complicated. I don't feel like talking about it. She doesn't want me, so there is no need to blow it out of proportions.”[/b] His voice was barely audible. It took all of his self-control to hide the emotions, the pain. He looked at the fire place, the fire. The flames they would always remind him of her eyes. He didn't say anything, he just sat down where he stood. Not even in a chair. His brother came to him, and jusst put a hand on his shoulder. ”Does she know?”[/b] Taha nodded, there was no need to hide it.

His brother could follow him as much as he wanted, but he would never find her. Taha knew exactly where to go, so he didn't meet Rissa. He had spent a very long time, learning where she would be, and now he would use that information to stay away. Completely. He could not just swing by and watch her in the window. The pain was far to great. It felt like his chest had been ripped open and acid was gushing into his wound.

He shivered as the tears came. He had not cried in... what felt like ten life times. He couldn't stop, yet there was no sound. Only his shoulders shivering. His brother was smart enough not to say a word. Taha was left alone, until he had gotten control over himself. He knew that this would have his brother talk to the other brother and that they would worry, however he couldn't even put a face on, and pretend everything was fine. Everything wasn't fine, she was gone. Out of his life.

Taha wiped his eyes and simply got up, he walked over to the fire place and let his hands slide over the flames, fast enough not to get burned, yet slow enough to feel the heat. He turned to face his brother, and sent him a smile. He didn't really feel like smiling, but then he didn't feel like handing out his soul to his brother, the look on his face was enough. He was worried and Taha hated when his family were worried about him. He was the one that took care of them, not the other way around.

He sighed and dropped into a chair, as he rubbed his face in both hands. He heard someone open the door, and close it. When he looked up, he was alone in the office, however that didn't last long as his brother came with tea, and they just sat there drinking for a while not talking. Taha was thankful for it. He enjoyed the tea, and just sat there, while not a word was said. Truth be told, they sat like this often, however this time the look on his brothers face was not neutral.

Taha just leaned back and held the cup, as he let his head fall backwards, he closed his eyes. And all he could see, was Rissa when she looked up at him, the fire in her eyes. How she had felt that brief moment where she had kissed him back. God he wanted to be there right now. He sighed and looked at his brother. He just raised the cup in a mocking way. Not that he was mocking his brother it was more the situation. God he hated feelings. Who ever had come up with the term, 'its better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all' really needed to be tracked down and killed.

He didn't want to talk, when he had finished his tea, he walked back to the living room, he grabbed his sister-in-law and spun her around before he hugged her, ”Forgive me my manners my lady, I have forgotten my place.”[/b] Taha knew his sister-in-law loved htat kind and she was giggling before he had kissed her hand. He grabbed his nephew, and pulled him over his shoulder before he walked upstairs with him to put him to bed. The second they were alone he tickled him and laughed. He loved this kid. This was the only way Taha could forget about Rissa, just for a moment. [/blockquote]