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The heat of midday found him a good distance from that place. His long legs gave him a particularly brisk stride and his hairless body released the heat easily so he could keep going long into the day. His heritage had granted him two hearts and an inhuman stamina that few could compete with. It wasn’t until the angry sun dipped low in the sky that he had to stop his determined march for not even the stream he paused at could cool him enough.

Dropping his satchel to the ground, he crossed his legs as he sat on the leaf litter. He watched the sun set through his shades. He continued watching as the stars came to life overhead and a milky slash formed across the darkness of space.

“Oh. I thought you would walk all night.”

Kupper didn’t startle, and he didn’t look at her. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t follow me.” His tone was flat and cold.

She placed a hand on her hip. “You like being alone?”

“I’ve been alone for far longer than you’ve been alive.”

She placed both hands on her tilted hips. “I’m older than I seem. Besides, I didn’t ask that.”

With a breath, he looked down at his hands that rested in his lap. “Not particularly.”

“Does it make you happy?”

He peered at her from the corner of his eye before looking back at the frigid depth of space. “No.”

“Oh, well that’s good.” She smiled when he cast her a cold glance, “because I don’t like being alone and it doesn't make me happy either.”

The growl that came from him was very much like an animal might make. “Then why don’t you leave world instead of chase me.”

It wasn’t a question, but she still answered in a quiet voice. “I… have my reasons.”

With an angry scoff, he turned away. A moment of silence passed between them. The leaves rustled as she settled, sitting where she stood.

“Can I sit with you, then? Just for tonight? I won’t follow you anymore if you don’t want me to. I... just wanted some company.”

He felt the loneliness in her voice. Every bit of him wanted her to leave and just as many bits of him wanted her to stay... well, maybe there was a deserter from the leave side. Maybe even a few.

“Fine,” he stated sharply. He clenched his jaw, not sure why he had said that.

“Oh!” She piped, suddenly reaching behind her to produce a couple limp bodies of the local wildlife she had tied together. Her steps through the forest must have been quieter than his. Animals tended to run long before he got there. “I don’t mind sharing.”

“First you steal from me and now you want to share?” he teased callously.

Lowering her arm, she looked at her lap and her voice was small. “That… was a long time ago. I try not to do that anymore. It... keeps catching up to me.”

There was nothing he could think to say. Instead, he reached into his bag and withdrew a metal box. The plant within was fragrant and dark, dry enough to crumble onto a thin sheet of paper.

She busied herself with gathering leaves and nearby sticks. By the time she returned with an armload of wood, Kupper was taking his first puff of the flavorful plant. It was a habit he had picked up among the other humans. They found it enjoyable enough to cultivate, but to those with elven blood like himself, it had stronger effects and soon a pleasant tingle in his mind began spreading through the rest of him.

As she built the base of the fire, he tossed his lighter beside her. She picked it up and looked up at him. The shimmering emerald intensity of his gaze caused her squirm, flushing hotly. Knowing he could cause that reaction, he had to fight the smug smirk that danced with the corner of his mouth.

“Is, uh, is that roacus leaf?” she asked with coy eagerness.

Taking another drag, he silently held it out for her as he exhaled the thick smoke through his nostrils. Hesitantly, she leaned towards him and took it, sitting back to breathe in a long drag, holding it for a moment.

“Thanks. It’s been a while since I've had that.” She reluctantly returned it after another couple of puffs, going about her task with an enchanting little smile that made her face brighter than the light of the fire.

“I recall you saying something about knowing exotic importers and yet it's 'been a while' for roacus?” he mocked, watching her like a hunter. His mind began to churn on what they had shared the night before, having to breathe deeply to stay focused.

“Uh,” she grinned sheepishly as she spitted the animals over the fire, “I was maybe bluffing a little. I knew exotic importers.”

He finally allowed his stoic expression to soften into a wry smirk. That apparently was funny because she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Despite himself, a quizzical chuckle bubbled out of him. “What?”

“You!” she choked out between laughs. “You’re adorable!”

Raising a brow, he rolled his eyes, holding in his desire to join her along with the smoke, and offered her the last of it. Once finished, she tossed it into the fire. The fragrant smoke came and went as it burned away.

Kupper had to keep his eyes on the fire. Even just to watch her busy herself with laying out her sleeping bag for a softer seat from the corner of his eye was enough to make both of his hearts pound.

Rarely had he had company while he traveled. He avoided other travelers as most humans frightened easily at the sight of a Q'Hu coming out of the wilderness. Only once had he shared a fire with another Q'Hu and it had hardly been a stimulating encounter. Not like this. Everything felt stimulating right now.

“I, uh, I have a question.” His shining eyes turned to her the instant her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. She hesitated a moment, messing with her ear nervously before continuing. “Did you, uh, t-try tracking me after you got out of my trap?”

At first, he was perplexed, then he considered whether or not he should tell her the truth. Sucking in a breath, he returned his gaze to the fire.

“No. I... had no desire to pursue the matter.” When he looked at her, she had a small smile. “Why?”

She shook her head, turning the food. “I was just curious if maybe I had gotten away or if I just fancied myself clever.”

“Well, clever enough to inconvenience me,” he grumbled, then peered at her narrowly. “What would possess you to even target me?”

Her cheeks seemed to glow more than just the reflection of the fire and she turned her eyes away. “Oh, uh, w-well, uh, back then I-I thought it, uh, was funny to, ah, make men feel silly. I saw you leave that village, and I-I thought you... looked like easy prey.” He scowled, and she grinned. “No Q'Hu ever expects to be pranked.”

Growling, he looked away. With a rueful little smile, she busied herself with the fire, stoking it to finish their dinner. Never had the crackling seemed so pronounced as it was in the quiet that fell.

She tried to offer him the first animal that was done. With a stern and set expression, he refused to take it in sullen insistence on her eating first. Only when the next creature was ready did he accept and break the silence.

“Why did you follow me?”

She peered back at him. The fire made her eyes shine, her pupils having dilated. She took a moment to respond as if thinking carefully about her answer. “You’re like me.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow.

“You know, a hybrid. It's, uh, it's lonely. People look down on us, even though they're usually looking up at us.”

He nodded in agreement, the conversation over, but she leaned closer. “And it was good sex.”

He glared at her playful grin. Was she mocking him? After a brief stare down, he turned back to his food and grumbled under his breath. “If you say so.”

“What? It wasn’t good for you, too?” She teased sweetly. “Or are you just the shy type?”

Hard lines across his face spoke of his aggravation as much as his low growl, but he did not bother to look at her again until she giggled softly. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” she giggled again. “You’re really sweet. For a Q’Hu, I mean.”

“How would you know?” he snapped, his nose wrinkled up. His anger made her flinch, her whole demeanor changing, and it made his chest tight that he was the cause of it.

“W-Well, I mean… you could hurt me and… you don’t. In my experience that’s… kind of refreshing.”

“I have no reason to hurt you,” he replied in a much softer voice than he had intended.

Her little smile was a lot sadder than he wanted it to be. “You’d be surprised how rarely people need reasons to… hurt those who can’t hurt them.”

Pressing his lips together, he let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in a rush. “I suppose that’s true.”

Another silent moment passed before he looked back at her. “How did you learn to be an elementalist?”

Puffing out her chest a little, she grinned proudly, and he almost smiled with her. “I taught myself! I’m really out of practice, though.”

“Didn't seem that way,” he admitted in a murmur.

“Oh, nice to know I'm not that rusty, then.”

The silence that fell between them this time became intensely oppressive. It wasn't a feeling he was used to around another person.

“Would you like to hear some music?”

Kupper peered over at her curiously. When he nodded, she smiled excitedly as she slipped her nimble fingers into her bag and withdrew the device he had threatened to break.

It was an elegant silver chinrest. Along the outside curve were five small rings. She removed each one tenderly and slipped the now blue glowing rings to just before the first joint of each finger on the hand that would hold the neck. Along the flat edge of the chinrest was the frog of the bow. Plucking it from its spot, it also began to glow as she positioned the chinrest against her bare shoulder. The thing came to life as she curved her supple neck to hold it in place. The hologram appeared with a ghostly blue glow, lighting up the night. She placed her slender fingers upon the neck as the bow materialized in her other hand.

The sound that came forth from the contraption was as beautiful as the image of the elven inspired violin, and the nymph who played it. Her fingers danced expertly over the fingerboard. The sweet high notes and the forlorn deeper notes stunned him, moved him, even. He couldn’t tear his wide eyes away from the angel that made this marvel of technology sing. Should her head move, her hands followed accordingly, indicating she could feel the instrument in her grasp. The divine sound was entirely of her own talent.

The dancing fire added a surreal, flickering glow to her, the light of the hologram contrasting her features. Her eyes opened slightly so that he could see no more than the ghostly shine of her mismatched pupils. Entirely enraptured by this ethereal being before him, he could hardly even blink.

When at last the spellbinding song had ended, she carefully removed her fingers, lifting her chin so that the hologram vanished before his eyes. The bow also went dark, snapping him out of his astounded trance.

“Wait!” She looked up at his outburst. “Play another one. Please.”

That smile lit up her face far more than the violin had. Without hesitation she placed the chinrest back to her shoulder, letting out her emotions into the upbeat but poignant music. He could imagine her moments of joy and anger while sensing a deep sorrow within her. It was an experience he had never had before. She lent her own heavenly voice to that of the instrument, creating a harmonious symphony that laid her brilliant soul bare.

As the last notes fell away to the silence of the night, Kupper could scarcely breathe. He could only stare at the musical goddess that had found her way onto his lonesome path in life.

He drew closer, kneeling before her as he reached out a hand and caressed her cheek. She opened her mouth to say something but he placed his thumb against her soft lips. He was captivated, staring into her unique eyes. How could he possibly have ever wanted her to leave?

“That was… mesmerizing. I could listen to you play all night.”

She blushed hotly, looking down at the machine she cradled in her lap. “That’s nice you think so,” she whispered. “It, um, it records my music so you can listen to it anytime.”

Along the edge that faced her neck was a series of buttons. A description of each song scrolled through the air just in front of the buttons. She chose one and it began to play on its own, filling the night around them with delightful music.

Again he brought her gaze to his own, caressing the line of her jaw. Her breathing shuddered. He didn't feel like a hunter in this moment. How did one hunt a goddess?

This time, he did not crush her lips. This time, his tongue did not invade her. It requested her permission, and she granted it. The hand cradling her face held her to the passionate exchange. Had she wanted to pull away, he would not have stopped her. Instead, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly. She did not resist when he laid her down, his body covering her.

Clothing came off slowly. Lips, teeth and fingers eagerly explored bared flesh. His fingers took particular care at the space between her silken thighs. He drank her moans, adding his own voice when her hands expertly manipulated his turgid gender. She was no stranger to a man's body, and he was more than happy to let her prove it.

She ended up on top of him in the endeavor. Her pierced tongue followed his erection to suckle at the tip, looking up at his excited smirk under sultry lashes. When she purred with his cock in her mouth, pressing to the back of her throat, it made his eyes flutter.

Their bodies eventually joined as she sank down his shaft until she was full and breathless. He tried to keep his hands on her hips, but that just wasn't possible. Her soft, perky breasts bounced in his hands, her nipples tight between his fingers. Looking up at her, the stars seemed far less cold, making an appropriate backdrop for the dazzling nymph that rode him, her mouth hanging open as she sang a song of rapture for him.

When she paused to catch her breath, he sat up and buried his fingers in her hair, bringing her to his lips again. Then he turned them, chuckling at her squeak of surprise. Her body found his pace eagerly. He delighted in the sensual sounds he could draw forth from her, his lips teasing their source. Her nails dug into his flesh, leaving stinging lines across his shoulders and arms, and he did not mind.

He marveled at the body that trembled and undulated under him. Her legs gripped him, holding him firmly. Her eyes rolled back each time her body shuddered and reached climax, toes and fingers curling against him. Every bit of this felt so right, like it was where they belonged, tangled together, moving in sync. The spasms around his shaft stole away his mind, thoughts driven off in the wake of sensation.

When they at last parted, flashes of light danced across his vision as he panted. Her supple presence against his side made him feel like smiling. Using his advantage of long arms, he was able to reach his bag, pulling his blanket over them. His fingertips caressed her satin shoulder as she rested her head against him.

Her instrument continued to play softly beside them. Reaching over, he lifted it tenderly, turning it as he looked it over.

“How did you learn to play like this?” he asked in a low, gruff voice. “It’s like Heaven has fallen from the sky and serenaded my ears.”

She smiled at him but it didn't seem happy. “Well, my father taught me to play the violin. The one he gave me was... broken long ago.”

“Oh. How did you come upon this... marvel?”

Now, her melancholy was no question. “My... my husband got it for me. From one of those 'exotic importers.'”

“What happened to him?” he asked gently, knowing only a tragedy could cause such grief.

Her sigh came all the way from her toes. “A, uh, past transgression caught up to me. When he found me, he... he brought friends. Joffrey tried to fight them. They... didn’t like that much.”

He held her tighter. “I’m sorry, Sinoja.” It was all he could think to say. Nothing else seemed appropriate.

A moment ticked by, carefully holding her breath. At last, she exhaled in a whisper. “Call me Zigz.”