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| Malevolence | Mon Jan 10, 2005 6:27 am Post #1 |
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There he stood for the past few hours, awaiting her arrival upon his request. He was certain she would show up, because he had been early and it was just getting to sunset. His right hand remained stationed over the wound he received from the fight, as his eyes traced the waters, thinking, Father, you may have hated me, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I won’t concede to the way you treated me, I won’t accept that I’m worthless, infact…If you were still alive, I’d show you exactly how worthless I really am, you poor excuse of a broken man with nothing but broken dreams. Swallowing hard, he continued to keep his gaze stationed on the waters, For years….For years I have continued to blame myself for what happened, but no more. I know I will never forget what happened, because I was the cause of it, but at least I can put it aside for now….If I was brought to this world a second time to dwell on the past, I would have been on these grounds earlier to exact revenge for the fallen, but instead I’ve been brought back later and for what purpose…That I have no idea of. All I know is if I keep going the way I am, Astra’s safety will no longer be certain. There’s so much that I don’t know about myself, so much I have yet to figure out and if I keep dwelling on the past…I’m sure I’ll lose focus and when that happens….History may have a way of repeating itself. The heavens forbid such morbid thoughts, but it’s the darkness that pulls me to that extent. Czar was a mess, but it was because of the massive gash and his ability to only slightly heal the wound. Czar’s right hand slipped from the wound and to his side, allowing it to fall into full view of Astra, “I knew you’d come….And I believe I have an answer for the question you asked me. What kind of woman are you….” For a long moment he paused, taking in a deep breath before continuing, “You are a kind and gentle young lady, I don’t care what you say in protest, I know you’re kind and I know you’re gentle. With the exception of the assassin.” Shaking his head a light chuckle resonated from his parted lips, “Y’know…..When I first saw you, I didn’t see just a defenseless woman who was in need of help, but a woman that was trying to hold onto something she found dear. You certainly did your best to ward off death, but your efforts were futile and for that moment, I saw a bit of me inside of you. Maybe that’s why I helped you, I didn’t want to see another innocent die like I had.” Slowly he turned around to face her, exposing the dried blood that ran across his chest and was smeared all over his neck, “Excuse the appearance…I made a slight mistake in the arena…” Slowly yet steadily he pushed off from his right foot moving forward with slightly dragged footfalls, “You don’t mind being out here do you? I just wanted to get away from all the noise and the drunks that inhabited the place.” Stopping short of her, his green hues drifted to her own lavender, studying them for a moment, “I hope I’m not scaring you or anything. Or making you uncomfortable….If I do, I want you to tell me. The last thing I want to do is scare a fair maiden such as yourself.” He gave a slight smile before turning his attention to another subject, “ But there is a reason I requested your appearance out here, I wanted to talk in private, I’m sure most everyone in that place could hear me in there. I was wondering something. You say the assassin tried his hands another time before this last one, but was stopped by a Sargoth…But that’s really none of my concern, my concern is why the man has intentions to kill you, surely he has some sort of reason and I believe you should know it.” |
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| Astra | Mon Jan 10, 2005 11:35 pm Post #2 |
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Her soft footfalls barely stirred the fresh snowfall that covered the dock like a blanket. She still wore the same dress that marked a barmaid of the Bloodseal Tavern, and as every night after working, her face wore an expression of strained serenity. Raven hair rustled around Astra’s face and shoulders, and with on fluid movement she pulled her black, fur-lined cloak around herself, but the action minorly bit back the crisp cold. Apprehension had filled her mind since Czarrov had told her to meet at the docks. One reason for this feeling was the Taras docks were where the whole predicament had truly began for Astra. The second cause for Astra’s state was Czarrov made her generally uncomfortable “It began with three riddles, it shall end with the last breath leaving parted lips.” Astra forced herself to rid her mind of such dark thoughts, she was loosing what composure she had gathered before journeying to this meeting. Scanning lavender eyes rested on a large, muscular figure she knew to be Czarrov. Stopping a half a dozen feet behind him she wondered if he had heard her arrival, and her unspoken question was answered as he turned around and began to speak. Astra was unsure whether to laugh or weep at Czarrov’s description of the type of women he believed her to be. Kind and gentle, something she found dear, innocent, fair maiden. Swallowing, Astra spoke softly, her voice carried by the wind. “I wish I was half the women you describe, but I do not want you to be disillusioned. I have the capacity and the desire to be kind and gentle., but I have made decisions that hardly leave me innocent. I can by just as vengeful as the next.” “Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned,” was the thought that drifted as Astra took a small breath and continued, “It may seem the cause I battle for is noble, but the reason I hold it so dear is selfish. Do no misunderstand, I love the people of Taras, but I am a lost girl that feels much older tan sixteen years, broken by the passing of time. I know nothing else. Now I have answered the same question you redirected to me.” She had just spilled more of hers soul to one person than she had ever revealed in her entire lifetime. The feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming and she quickly began speaking of another topic to try shake the feeling of weakness, “The assassin of which you speak, I believe I may know some of his motives for wishing death up0n me. First, he was most likely hired, by whom, my only conclusion can be another noble who had discovered and disliked my plan for the politics in Taras. Once I had made the motion for Supreme Authority, the assassin’s pursuit was most likely fired by the large bounty and pride. He seemed loathsome that I had escaped his grasp once before.” With sudden realization Astra took a few quick steps forward, releasing the cloak she held tightly around herself and in the moment she let go of her grasp the material danced behind her. “I do not mind the weather. I am quite chilled, but, nothing compared to the pain you must feel. The question should be are you well enough to be outdoors? There is a place of healing in Taras I can take you to.” Her voice was filled with concern as lavender eyes studied Czarrov intently. |
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| Malevolence | Tue Jan 11, 2005 7:00 am Post #3 |
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A faint and distant look swept across his near expressionless face, almost in shock of what she was saying. One by one each of his compliments and judgments were shot down out of the sky. With disgrace his gaze dropped to the dock’s floorboards no longer able to look at the woman who stood before him, “I-I also have yet to figure out what my purpose in this life is. For years I’ve spent dwelling on the past, but I need to put it behind me. It’s only bringing anguish and making me delusional. So if you must ask: is this really me? I would have to reply: it is. But even as it is, I am selfish in my own way, I’ve been trying to gain something from the moment I met you. To gain some sort of purpose to this life I’m living. Ageless will I be, till the wake of my death and to be without meaning is nothing but eternal madness, lost in a dream that one cannot truly live.” Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his gaze back to her feet for a moment, before stealing a glance to her countenance, “But regardless the fact of you holding onto something for selfish pride, you still hold it dear and take honor in doing the deed you sought forth to do, am I wrong? So whether it be of selfishness or not, it makes no difference, so long as what you do is for the people’s own benefits.” Taking a few paces forward, his right hand moved up to her cheek, lightly running his fingertips across her smooth pale skin, having mostly been caused by the cool damp weather, “I don’t care about your acts for the people being selfish, because it’s not true. I hope you realize it’s not true.. What you do for the people is all you know and it’s not for your own gain. So be it that you wish to bring meaning to life…..I have the same ambition, it does not mean you’re selfish.” For a moment he broke into silence, as a sharp pain emitted through his shoulder. Taking a few steps back, his right hand drifted up to the wound, planting itself firmly over it and pressing it in to someone distract the pain, “I am well enough for any weather. Whether I die or not it makes no difference to me, nor will it ever. It shouldn’t be any of yours either! What are you to care about me? I should be the other way around…Remember…I promised I’d keep you safe, so now isn’t the time to worry about my fair-being.” Cocking his head to the left and then to the right a few idle pops emitted from his spinal column as the bones shifted. Dropping his arm to his side, his green hues traced along her frame and to her countenance, gazing intently at her, “Sorry for being cross, its just that I’ve lost all care of what happens to me. Maybe it’s because of my previous life, I don’t know. I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. I’ve lost hope for anything in this new life. When I first got here I thought I could at least exact revenge, but unfortunately I’m a few years too late. And before I met you….I was willing to revolve my life around the arena, hoping one day a man of honor would come to put an end to my miserable life. But now…I’m full of uncertainty, I’m not sure what I want now, I’m not sure where to go from here.” A deep sigh passed his parted lips as he shook his head in confusion, “I just don’t know…I thought I did for a while. But it changed when I realized I have nothing on this planet to live for….Nothing to protect, nothing to love, nothing to hold, and nobody to talk to….Least some of those things have changed over the past few days.” A slight chuckle resonated from his larynx, allowing his gaze to drift from her and to the docks again, “Perhaps the answers will come soon enough…I just hope they don’t come too late…” |
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| Astra | Thu Jan 13, 2005 6:43 am Post #4 |
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Anger flashed behind lavender eyes as Astra fought to suppress her rage. Light! How she had tried to tell Czarrov she cared about him. She had exposed her most inner thoughts and feelings to this man and yet he still carried on to believe that she would just toss him overboard when she found him no longer useful, and now he was suggesting that she would not care if he perished. Momentarily she lost her grip, "I would care you mull-headed...." Anger heated words faded away but Astra's cheeks remained flushed with embarrassment and residual anger. Astra could form no answer to why people would think of her as a woman with such little heart. Perhaps, it was because she was once a Lady of The Court so embedded in the Great Game that it seemed to be a part of her. People that played the Great Game tended to see people as pawns instead of actual individuals. To the best of her abilities she had tried to not manipulate other's lives too much, but she had to make some necessary, necessary but hard decisions. Taking a few slow breaths, Astra gathered herself and smoothed her ruffled feathers so to speak. When she spoke again her voice was calm and cool, not icy just controlled, "If death's embrace found you I would be deeply mournful..." Astra was startled by her own detachment, "Mournful?? You would be deeply mournful, how emotionless could you sound??!" Despite her thoughts Astra's musical voice continued without pause, "I would be more than mournful, I would be very hurt. I do not know what other acquantices you have, but should you ever fall, know one would miss you." Ripping a piece of cloth from the bottom of her dress she knelt at the edge of the dock in order to reach the water, as the ends of her fingers submersed in the frigid surface she drew back instinctively, but then proceeded to wet the make-shift cloth. As she carried out her task she spoke again, "As to me not worrying about you, that is utter nonsense. You may have sworn to protect me, but at times the protected must aid the protector. Unless fish intend to pull me into the sea, I believe I am quite safe, but you on the other hand may die from infection." Shifting her cloak around herself with her free hand to fight back the cold she continued, "Your other words hold much wisdom though, I suppose there is no shame in wanting a purpose, holding to a cause to make life meaningful. I just fear that one day it may seem that it is to impersonal, that I never really let anyone get close for fear of..." Astra's voice faded away once again, she felt she was getting to loose with her tongue, Czarrov was just too easy to talk to though she had no idea why. Studying him for a moment she still could not fathom a reason why she would feel so at ease talking with him, he did not look like a comforting man at all. He towered over her, his piercing green eyes held hints of restrained violence, and he was turning out to be very unstable, yet she still seemed to bare her soul whenever he walked into her life. She busied herself by pulling a small wooden container from her belt pouch, a salve she had made herself. She had learned a little of herbs, mainly because she did not feel she could trust anyone enough to purchase remedies from them, people could be bribed too easily to slip poison in the mix. She found it very useful to keep a few supplies on her person especially when out in the streets, they seemed to be increasingly dangerous. Placing a free hand on her hip she gazed sternly at Czarrov, "I may not be very tall, but you are bloody mountain. Since I have no stepping stool handy do you think you could lean over a tinge." Astra stood still, waiting impatiently with cloth in hand. |
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| Malevolence | Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:48 pm Post #5 |
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The words, ‘mull-headed’ brought his attention to her countenance, studying the angered expression upon her face, “Mull-headed? You’re calling me names yet you admit that you would care if I died. Well, perhaps not care, but be mournful…For some reason it doesn’t sound so sincere. But it’s fine, I wouldn’t worry too much about it, because you’d be the first to actually tell me that you would be mournful for me.” His chest rose and fell as he took in a deep breathe and exhaled deeply, “All other…acquaintances are non-existent. Everyone I knew died and I can’t do anything about it. It sucks…Hell, life sucks, but I can’t be complaining. You get what you get.” Astra’s presence now became a burden on him, as he thought about the words she spoke, knowing they lost sincerity, but she meant well. Even so, it still wasn’t at all comforting. The cold perhaps was beginning to get to him as well. His appearance was that of a horror movie, mostly from the blood and the slightly hunched frame. His back ached and burned from the blow he received during the fight, as well as the blade’s sharp markings upon his neck. He felt like crap and the weather wasn’t helping. At first glance his lips looked blue, but they were just a simple dull light color from their normal shade. His eyes were red and bloodshot from the dust that was kicked up in the arena. His body trembled, trying to heat itself up in hopes to fend off the cold conditions. Idle hands rubbed against each other trying to generate some warmth, as his green eyes danced across her features. He felt empty inside, no emotion seemed to play itself across his visage, and neither feelings of hate nor feelings of regret harbored themselves within his mind. Letting a slight sigh pass his parted, freezing lips feeling them warm for a slight second and then once again grow cold the next, “Maybe I will die from infection, and maybe I won’t. It really makes no difference, because I really don’t care about my own fair being, just only yours. As for fish pulling you into the water, I don’t think that will happen…” Again his gaze dropped to the wooden planks beneath him, “My words are not that of wisdom, but of a broken man trying to cling to lost dreams. That dream is to make something of himself, as he sought forth to do before, but I fear history will repeat itself. If it happens again, I think all restraints I have built on my emotions will break free and I will truly experience insanity. I care about you and if anything should ever happen to you I-“ Quickly he trailed off subject wanting to avoid the fact he ever said that. He was trying his best to hold back feelings, not wanting to give too much or too little. But without the stone’s aid his attempts were fleeting and he realized that. Slowly he brought his head upwards, tilting it to the side, feeling strands of hair slide across his brow with his movement. Green hues fell upon her small frame before nodding his head to her request with a faint smile. Lowering himself to one knee, his right arm drifted to his leg, placing his forearm upon it, before moving his left hand to the wrist of his right, grasping it tightly to use it as support for his exhausted frame, “What is it you intend to do exactly? And am I low enough now?” A faint chuckle resonated from his throat in response to his comment knowing she wouldn’t take a liking to it. |
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| Astra | Fri Jan 14, 2005 2:15 am Post #6 |
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Astra eyed Czarrov suspiciously as she spoke, “You better wipe that smirk off of your face or I may add a cut or two to your collection.” Astra’s soft voice revealed that she was not serious, Light it was good to see him smile. She had only been aware of him smile once or twice in their meetings and although it was usually in humor of her, she did not truly mind but she would never reveal that to him. She began to wipe the dried blood off of his neck, muttering almost inaudibly about men, but despite her words her touch was gentle. Her muttering ceased after a few moments and silenced followed as she concentrated on thoroughly cleaning his wounds. “What in the name of the Dark One was he doing in the arena? Light, I’m surprised he survived this wound to his neck. Well he did, and I will not let infection take him.” Despite her question of the happenings in the Taras Arena, she would not ask unless told. She was not a woman to pry unless it was completely necessary. Astra’s work was slow, but skillful. She was determined for his injuries to heal healthily and as quickly as possible. After about a quarter of an hour no visible blood was present accept the rawness of the wounds. After placing her cloth on the wooden dock she began to fiddle with the lid of her wooden container, as she struggled to open the salve she spoke softly, almost absent-mindedly, “Now you shouldn’t frighten children if they pass you in the streets, or at least not frighten them quite so much. I do not know what I can tell you to prove that I do care, my words are sincere, I only wish you would believe. Light, do you wish me to swear an oath that I do not take you for granted and care for you. As well as I will not toss you aside like a useless pawn in a game?” Suddenly the lid to the salve popped off, startling Astra. She covered the pads of her fingers in the waxy remedy and began to apply it gently to the cleaned wounds. She had gathered the plants that were required for the salve from the Norwood Forest; she had also added Sun Fern for pain. For the first time since starting to clean the wounds she looked into Czarrov’s face. He looked about as meek as a wild cat prowling the cliffs and he was kneeling for crying out loud. She suddenly realized how close she was to him and suddenly became uncomfortable, she pushed those feelings to the back of her mind and looked away continuing to apply salve to his wounds. As she did so she spoke to break the silence, “Is there any other wounds you want me to tend?” As she spoke she looked at his face once again and realized how pale he was and she added, “Or would you rather find somewhere with a roaring fire?” As if acknowledging her question the wind began to blow even harder, causing Astra’s cloak to fly behind her and torrents of loose snow to dance. She ignored the weather, her lavender eyes completely focused on tending Czarrov’s injuries. |
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| Malevolence | Fri Jan 14, 2005 9:42 pm Post #7 |
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Green hues shifted to Astra, shaking his head slowly at her comment, “Add a cut or two to my collection? You wouldn’t harm me, you’d be mournful if you did.” Again he poked fun at her comments, trying to aggravate her, curious to see what she would do. Czarrov winced a few times in discomfort, as a stinging sensation bolted throughout the wound, which began with her consistent swipes of the cloth. There had been a few times he wanted to pull away, but instead he dumbly let her continue, “It hurts, but it was my own dumb fault. I figured if I fought in the arena I could possibly clear my head. Usually that does the trick and I was right…But anger clouded my judgment and that’s why I have…” His left hand moved up towards the wound on his neck, placing an index finger against his cold skin near the wound, “This…” Lowering his hand from his neck he placed it upon the wrist of his right once more. A disdained sigh passed his lips as he dropped his head in shame. Green eyes staring blankly down upon the wooden planks of the dock as he probed his mind for answers. Slowly yet dryly he began to speak, holding a sincere tone with his words, “Astra...How can I put this, there’s not many things I can trust anymore. I never could and I should have known that, it’s partially why I didn’t believe you. As they say, fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me…And I refuse to bring shame to my name any further than I have already. I’ve done so much, thought so long and quarreled with myself for far too long. I’m tired Astra, I’m tired of feeling the way I do, to feel like this life doesn’t matter to me…It’s just so tiring. Every day since the incident, I woke up thinking that each passing day was only a nightmare, the same one I thought I would never have come true, but guess what. It did, and I was living it.” Czarrov turned his head to the side, trying to avoid Astra’s eyes not wanting her to see his face. Tendrils of emaciated hair trailed along his features, hiding his eyes within their dark, thick blanket, “I’ve done a lot of bad things, but what did I do to deserve such a thing? Nothing…I’ve done a lot of thinking about this and I’ve come to the conclusion that perhaps my second chance is based upon that. Maybe I wasn’t meant to die and I was brought back because of that, or maybe I’m just losing my mind and going insane. Either or, I’m entirely content with things the way they are.” Czar’s lips curled upwards in a smile, as he turned his head to look at her, his eyes barely visible through the strands of hair blocking them. Indeed he hadn’t smiled lately, ever since that day he lost most of his feelings with her passing, but then came along Astra and things seemed to change. A sudden uplifting liberated him and he began to experience feelings that he kept locked away for so long, that now began to surface. It was then when he realized that this life was true, to be lived again, but complications of the past prevented it till now. It took some time, but he worked it out and now here he was on one knee, being aided instead of being the aider. No less by a woman who’s beauty surpassed that he ever imagined, but it was noticeable that events had taken their toll upon her, just by the scruff way she looked and how she had been acting around him. Slowly the smile faded and turned to a grin, as he spoke in a slightly more cheerful tone, “Is there any other wounds I want you to tend? How about the one in my chest?” He laughed at his own comment, shaking his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, “Kidding…Only kidding..” Czarrov knew he couldn’t possibly reveal how he felt, so he waited till the opportune time to do so. He knew she would think of him as crazy, but it didn’t take him much to realize that she meant more to him than what he really let on. He wasn’t about to tell her that though, there would be a cold day in hell before he would ever express himself unless he felt absolutely certain that she would accept them. A brow quirked as she mentioned something of a warmer place, “I’ve been out here since our miss-happen back in the forest, I think I’ll be fine…Unless you wish to find somewhere of warmth...?” In a sudden uproar, the wind kicked up, sending long tendrils of hair into a tussle, before dying down, allowing the strands to settle across his shoulder blades. |
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| Astra | Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:19 am Post #8 |
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Astra’s immediate reaction to Czarrov’s question about healing the wound in his chest was to react with sarcasm perhaps makes some witty comment about not being a surgeon but trying anyway. Although, for some reason she felt that she shouldn’t mock the comment, there was too much pain and truth behind the words he spoke. So, with better judgment, she left it untouched. After her decision was made, the seemingly simple jest lead to deeper inward focus, and thoughts began to drift. “Wound in his chest, why does everything always return to love? Why does that simple feeling haunt me? Perhaps because I’ve never experienced the emotion, perhaps because it is unknown.” Focusing on his face again, she peered into his face. Why did this man make her feel as if she was falling, feel as if she had no control? His slightly lopsided grin caused her to feel suddenly weak in the knees. Swallowing, she spoke quietly, “I do not know of what fooling you speak of, but I have never lied to you Czarrov. Truthfully, you are the only person I’ve ever been so honest with. I hope I haven’t made your life more of a nightmare…” Drawing her hand up, she had the intention of pushing Czarrov’s rogue hair away from his eyes. “What are you doing? Love is a plague! He said so himself! You will be hurt, destroyed, remember what almost happened last time! Foolish girl, stupid girl!” Astra’s thoughts shrieked. Pulling her hand back, she wrapped her fur-lined cloak tightly around her body, shocked. In stronger, more serene and cool tone she continued to speak, one eyebrow slightly raised, “If you ever need your head cleared again, let me know. I can hit you over the head a few times with an ale mug, at least then I will know exactly what needs to be cleaned and bandaged. And don’t give me any of that I’ll be mournful nonsense, I will be mournful if you died, but sometimes people need the sense knocked into them once in a while.” Another gust of wind sent Astra’s hair flying, the wind seemed to be toying with them, causing torrents of snow to dance and then suddenly growing quiet, and just before the flakes had time to settle, sending them dancing once more. Astra’s lavender eyes left Czarrov and looked out to sea, morning’s first light was starting to brighten the docks, although the sun was hidden behind masses of swirling gray clouds. Behind her, Astra could hear the faint noises of fishermen about to brave the unstable waters. Astra returned her lavender gaze to Czarrov, “You are stronger than I. I feel as if my body has turned to ice.” Astra then paused, she was about to mention her quarters at the Bloodseal, there was more than enough room for the two of them. She desperately was in need of a few hours of sleep and she was meeting one of her eyes and ears in the early afternoon. “Then maybe I’ll finally know what is going on in The Court.” Astra muttered, completely oblivious to what she had said. Recollecting her thoughts she asked, “Was there another reason you asked me to The Docks, or did you simply want to know about that horrible assassin?” Lavender eyes glazed over slightly, Astra's thoughts were befuddled. Her mind felt foggy, probably the result of lack of rest and stress. She had been full of worry about Czarrov, The Court, the assassins following her and many more issues. So far, she was able to keep a clear head and serene composure, but the constant pressure was taking a toll on her. She would never break; she was too stubborn and willful than that, she just need sleep, precious sleep. |
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| Malevolence | Sat Jan 22, 2005 5:08 am Post #9 |
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The wind roared, sending the glitter-like snow in a cascading sheet against his face as it tore past him. Long black tendrils of hair kicked up in the violent wind that thrashed about the drifts of snow that covered the ground. For a moment his eyes could be seen, but only for a moment before the wind died allowing his hair to fall still once more. Reluctantly he began speaking in a dry monotonous manner, “The fooling….She fooled me, she played me for an idiot, each day she pretended like she cared, but then turned her back on me. That’s what I’m talking about…I refuse to be played as a fool again and should it happen, I feel sorry for the person that tries to pull the wool over my eyes. For I will show them the very pits of hell in which I came from. Should it come to that, that is.” For a moment his green hues drifted upwards, gazing through the gaps in between the strands of crimson hair that shielded them, “I’m glad that you’ve been honest with me. For once I can at least say I’m able to trust one person. But sometimes that can be short-lived. It all depends…” Clearing his throat, his eyes drifted back to the planks of the dock, his mind was racing and he couldn’t stand looking at her for the moment, because he knew for sure he wouldn’t be able to hold his composure. There was something about her that threw him through a loop, which made him feel and act this way. He knew the feeling, but wasn’t sure if he could ever muster up the courage to ever utter the words. Wavering a hand at her comment, he cut her off directly, “No no. Never say you’ve made my life a nightmare. I’ve told you what you’ve done for me. You’ve given me new hope; something I thought never existed until now. The only nightmare I have is---“ His voice died out, as a sigh passed his parted lips, “Never mind….” Slowly his head shook in dismay at her words, before pushing himself to an erect stance, but still keeping his gaze away from her, “You’re wrong. I’m not stronger than you, if I was…I wouldn’t have to worry about the past, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything and keep focus on my goal, protecting you. But lately I haven’t been able to do that; I’ve let you down, lets just hope this is the last time I let you out of my sight. I promise, I won’t fight in the arena unless I have a purpose that’s important enough to leave you, which there isn’t one important enough to leave you alone for..” A meek smile crossed his slender lips, as his gaze turned itself upon her once more. His gleaming green eyes stared unblinkingly into her lavender eyes, before shaking his head quickly to snap himself out of it, “I—Oh never mind. I don’t have a very good reason for calling you here. I thought I did. But I don’t.” |
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