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Date Posted: 23:38:54 03/19/02 Tue
Author: Tristan
Subject: She'd better hope we don't find it
In reply to: Marz 's message, "A book?" on 19:31:17 03/19/02 Tue

When Jade calmly told Tristan that she wouldn’t be long with Marz, his jaw almost dropped. Really, the only reason it didn’t drop was because he was so stunned by her calm audacity in the face of his surely intimidating presence that he’d become practically petrified with shock. He still had his hand out, the vibrant green sucker clutched firmly in his fist where Marz had replaced it. The juices were starting to drip down the little white stem to fall stickily against his skin.

That snapped him out of his stupor. Angrily, he popped the sucker back into his mouth, chomping down on it with his teeth and wiping his hand against his pants. He glared a searing hole in the back of Jade’s hairless head, envisioning how great it would feel to punch her pompous little nose in. He glowered at her for a few more seconds, giving her his most lethal glare of all, so that if she were to turn around and meet his eyes he was pretty sure she’d keel over dead from the impact.

Just who the hell did she think she was? (And yes, he was still standing there like an idiot, silently pouring his hatred out for what it was worth.) Stupid, bald-headed, ugly little mortal bitch! She thought she could just “borrow” Marz for a bit and fill up his poor, confused brain with useless little secrets and not have to pay the consequences of his wrath?

Well, he supposed, pausing for a while to remove the sucker from his mouth and give his now greenish colored tongue a chance to breath, he guessed she would get away with it since he wasn’t exactly doing anything about it. He turned back to stare at the others, just in time to catch Erlic shaking his head at him. Abruptly, his dark mood descended upon him again. Stupid Eric—he hated Marz’s mean old teacher! The lousy jerk never trusted him since the beginning. What right did he have to shake his head at Tristan, as if he even had an inkling of what was going on over here?

All right, he thought, he’d better stop before his head completely sizzled off his shoulders. Still feeling horribly sulky and full of hate, he scowled at Jade as she sauntered past him, giving him a wink for good measure. He had already taken one step toward her when Marz suddenly reappeared, snatching the sucker back out of his hand and suggesting they return to the spider house to see if they’d forgotten anything.

Okay…if that’s what he really wanted to do. Tristan furrowed his brow in puzzlement. What the hell could they possibly have forgotten? It wasn’t as if they had anything significant in the first place! Suddenly, it dawned on him that maybe Marz had an ulterior motive for pulling him aside. A smile came to his face when he thought about the rather intense kiss they’d just shared. He was about to reluctantly admit to Marz that they really couldn’t fool around together right now because he was still in so much pain, but to his surprise, when they entered the house, Marz actually started searching the place!

Not surprisingly, Tristan was confused. He was now pretty sure Marz wasn’t feeling well. After his lover’s extensive five-minute search for nothing came to a meaningless conclusion, he then turned and asked about Rowan of all people. Tristan scrunched up his face and nodded: yes, the annoying elf would be coming with them. Marz looked momentarily freaked out, and Tristan almost asked him if the asshole had said anything to him. (He didn’t know what he would do about it if he had. After all, if Marz hadn’t been able to do anything…)

He was envisioning punching out Rowan this time when Marz gently slipped his arms around him and kissed him, their tongues merging together in a pleasant, apply-sweet sensation before they slowly separated. Tristan smiled goofily around the sucker that was pushed back into his mouth, his arms still lingering around Marz’s slim waist for a second or two.

Unfortunately, that was all the private time they were going to get for now. A moment later, they were back outside (if you could call it that) making their way toward the little “camp” gathered around the cook fires. Tristan almost gagged with horror when he saw Jade nibbling on Erlic of all people, planting little kisses on his ear and face. Disgusting! He tugged at Marz’s sleeve and pointed toward the pair, but his lover seemed almost proud of his teacher instead of grossed out. Tristan gave him a funny look but decided to keep his opinion to himself. At least this proved Jade to be the psychopathic freak he’d figured her to be. Erlic! Yuck!

It was Erlic himself who finally gathered everyone around, instructing who would go where and when. As one, they all trooped out of the immense cavern, after stomping out the fires, and headed back through the underground tunnel, emerging into the first temple with the shapeshifter goddess statues. When he thought no one was looking, Tristan placed one of the only coins he had at the foot of what he decided was the most beautiful statue. He spared her a brief, adoring glance, wondering what it would be like to have a fellow shapeshifter watching over him, before hurrying after the others.

Those who wished to return to the tower did so, and the rest turned in the direction of the two remaining temples. They walked together for a bit before Erlic’s group departed westward, leaving Tristan, Marz, Corum, and the rest of their little group alone. As soon as they were out of hearing distance, Tristan rounded on Marz, making him stop in his tracks.

“Okay,” he began, crossing his arms over his chest after pulling the sucker out of his mouth so he could talk properly. “What’d that hairless little hussy want from you?”

From behind him, he heard Rowan burst out laughing, accidentally spitting out the red, cherry flavored blow pop he’d been sucking on. He caught it, reflexively, with one hand, still laughing.

“Shut up!” Tristan snapped. “You were staring at her, anyway, so that’s probably what she is.”

Rowan looked confused. “I wasn’t staring at—oh.” The elf stopped abruptly and cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to stare at a distant building.

Tristan dismissed him with a glance before turning to fix Marz with an expectant gaze again. “Come on, you’re not going to keep it a secret from us, are you?” He reached out on instinct and took one of Marz’s hands in his own, his look turning pathetically adoring. “You wouldn’t keep a secret from me, right?”

“Oh, geez.” He heard Rowan mutter from behind. “I think I have to go puke now.”

When Marz laughed and told him they were looking for a certain red book, Tristan frowned and gave him a skeptical look. “A book? What kind of book? What does she want with a stupid book for, anyway?” He sniffed arrogantly. “Well, if we find her book, let’s toss it in a fire or something. No way am I doing that bald-headed little bitch a favor.”

That got Rowan laughing again, so Tristan did his best to ignore him, trying to change the topic as they resumed walking. The immense cathedral-like temple was already looming up in the distance, the hideous stone gargoyles perched about its spires and above its windows glaring sinisterly out into the dawning sky.

“By the way,” Tristan continued, his face starting to burn with anger and embarrassment over Rowan’s continued amusement over him, “Do you know what we’re doing tonight? You’re going to close that first chakra thing.” One thing was for sure—there would be no repeat performance of last night, when he’d nearly lost Marz to the miscalculated manipulations of that enemy rogue mage.

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