Learning Not to Kill Each Other (Attn Rasheta)

[Rasheta Ardashir]

Rasheta sat and listened as Dante seemed to come to terms with what she had been saying. She figured it sounded like she was trying to replace Adrian but she wasn't really it was just a way for her to move on and Dante deserved to know. She was a little surprised when he went back into his room and came back out and started making tea. After giving him a strange look he handed her a cup of tea and said quietly.

"I wish to help you heal Rasheta Sedai... no matter what that takes. How may I serve you?"

 

Rasheta sipped her tea for a moment and simply looked at him. She smiled "well the kiss was a good start." She teased. She turned serious then and added

 

"I"m sorry I shouldn't have teased you. But I just need a protector and a friend right now. I think it will help me heal. I'm sorry that at least at the moment I can't give you more." She paused and added "I know that this will probably not meet with what you were hoping. I know also you seem to have a misguided idea that in order to heal I want Visar but I do not have such a wish. I just need a friend. Please just give me that." She drank some of her tea and tried to think of anything else to say. When she couln't she just left things as they were and waited to see if he was alright with what she had said.

[Sangreal]

Dante listened and nodded. "You always had a friend Rasheta Sedai. Since the night I dreamed you before we ever met." He said with a smile as he gazed in her eyes. He sipped his tea and felt himself relax. He had no idea he had been tense. He knew that sitting across from her like that he was very conscious that their legs touched. "As for what I hoped for... I didnt have any hope... dont... have any hope of something more than a kiss. With our history we have too much to overcome. Visar seemed an easier solution. A logical solution for companionship. Hes a good guy and theres nothing to overcome after you have healed." Sandre's words coming out of his mouth. He shook his head

 

Dante went to retrieve a blanket for the two of them since night was bringing its chill. Sitting across from her as he was he could put it on both of their laps. With the tea hot and the fireplace going it was the relaxation the both of them needed.

 

"It would be nice." he said as he spread the blanket and fumbled with his tea cup before pouring more. "However in your healing process I do not wish for you to take my feelings into account. Do what you need to do to heal. If I put up a fight about it..." He took a sip and smiled. "Well you can order me to do what you want."

 

She looked beautiful sitting there. However it was not thoughts of lust that crossed his mind but rather of a desire to hold her and make it better. However the last man to hold her was her husband. Borderland men were very careful when it came to the loss of a lover of any kind that things the lover did be not forced on the surviving lover until she gave her say so. Otherwise you would be taking that from her.