Thousand Year War || SootRunner & VineStar12 ONLY

[Corporal Rivaille]

Clary closed her eyes, not making any efforts to move away from James as she breathed in his scent. Truth be told, she didn't want to move away from him. She didn't reply, biting her lip.

Machi watched the two, evident curiosity in his purple eyes. Well then... he thought. Do you think...? Aima asked, her red eyes watching the two from across the clearing.

[k i n g]

Clarissa, are you okay? James thinks to the Wolvan, running his hand through her hair as he ignored Machi's gaze.

[Corporal Rivaille]

Clary felt herself relax, the feel of James's fingers in her hair soothing. Yeah... I'm... Okay, she thought back, sighing softly. Just a little... Overwhelmed.

Machi smiled slightly. If not now, then soon, he chuckled, and felt Aima's obvious amusement.

[k i n g]

James decided to give Clarissa and privacy, purposely ignoring some rather interesting thoughts he could have read if he tried. Gently, he pushed the Wolva from his chest. "First plan?"

[Corporal Rivaille]

((Sokka! XD))

Clary stepped away from James, wiping the tears from her eyes. "First plan... Getting Silver back," she said firmly, even though her voice was uncharacteristically soft. "Any ideas?"

Machi walked over, not even trying to keep the amusement from his purple eyes, or the anger whenever he looked at James. "I would like to be included in any planning that might possibly be happening. I was the one who was kidnapped," he said matter-of-factly.

[k i n g]

James glared at Machi, not liking the elf one bit. "Find Domovoi is our first option."

[Corporal Rivaille]

Clary smoothly stepped between Machi and James, shooting them both pointed looks. "That is. Also, turning their plan back on them and kidnapping one of their own. Though I personally like the first."

Machi glared right back at James, purple eyes narrowed and burning. He didn't comment on either idea, and behind him, Aima growled uneasily.

[k i n g]

That cannot be Machi; the guy who really likes Silver. Please tell me he isn't, James thinks to Clarissa, nodding in agreement to both plans.

[Corporal Rivaille]

Clary glanced over at James. That's Machi. But he seems... Different. He's not laughing or playing with Aima, she replied thoughtfully. And he's not smiling.

Machi sensed them talking, but just narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Aima gave a soft growl behind him, snuffling his hair. Little one...? she murmured worriedly. Machi growled and pushed her snout away, his eyes dark.

[k i n g]

James shrugs, then selected a thought. The memory where they were so close this morning under the tree tgether. Their noses touching, her face red. He broadcasted it to the Wolvan with a smirk.