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| [P] For Reasons Unknown; Fauve! | |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:01 pm Post #1 |
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((OoC: NOT AGAIN. DDDX I was so excited to post this that I posted on the wrong account, ugh. I'm sorry...)) ---------------- A yelp lifted from his throat as his the toe of his shoe caught onto a protruding rock near the bank. He knew what was coming yet on instinct that even after four hundred years couldn’t be killed his arms flailed in the air, trying to regain balance. The effort was futile, however; Allen’s body continued forward until there was a large splash and he was completely submerged in water. A stinging sensation rose through his chest and shot through the rest of his body, causing him to relinquish his hold on the two instruments he had brought with him. Allen pushed against the mud beneath the water, rising up and spitting water out of his mouth. He coughed a few times and shook his head, water droplets flying from his long black hair at the action. “This is not my day,” he grumbled. His shirt was soaked through and hanging off of him now and the wet pants were most uncomfortable. After a few moments of anger that self-pity brought on, his brown eyes widened before he scrambled for his guitar. “Oh, no, please no,” he begged, grabbing the handle and yanking to get it out of the mud. Horrified Allen stumbled backwards out of the water, not quite sure how to fix this. He and his guitar had been through a lot over the years, but nothing this detrimental. Usually he was far more careful in his actions, much more graceful and hardly as clumsy. But that had all been before he found out he had been possessed by some celestial spirit. Really, what the hell was that about?! Allen had awoken that morning to find the trumpet, the other instrument he had been carrying with him, by his bedside and the thing had even made its presence known not too long ago. After a good verbal argument and harsh remarks however it had shut up and even know it was silent. If it was going to use his body as a home, the least it could do for him was stay quiet, although in actuality that didn’t make this situation any better. Not only was he undeserving, Allen simply didn’t want to share his body, and the reason behind being chosen was so stupid! He hadn’t even really cared about that fallen angel, or moogle-thing-whatever-it-was-called! And he hadn’t even had a choice in the matter! Sighing, Allen’s shoulders slumped forward and his features softened for a moment at the pathetic sight of his guitar. “You poor thing,” he whispered, lowering it down into the water again to try and get the mud off of its surface. For the most part he succeeded, although there was rock stuck inside of its center that he wasn’t sure how to get out without having to cut one of the strings. He didn’t want to do that, even if it could be replaced and it was probably time this guitar got fixed up by someone more professional than himself. Again he sighed and sat on the bank of the lake, his shirt sticking to him now. He rested his guitar to his side and then turned his attention to the trumpet, sneering at it before yanking it, too, from the water and throwing it behind him with all the strength he could muster. “I hope you rust!” he said, treating the thing as if it were an actual person and could understand his words. He wouldn’t have minded the thing as much if it hadn’t been a symbol of what he had become now. For a third time Allen sighed and lifted his hands to his head, pulling at his hair and trying to wring as much water from it as he could. His eyes swept to his guitar, giving it an apologetic look. A single hand lowered to stroke its surface gently, apologetically; the poor thing had done nothing to warrant such a fate. Allen strummed the stringed with his thumbs, deciding he might as well hope that it was at least still in tune. It wasn’t. “Marvelous… just freaking marvelous.” |
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| Leilana | Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:29 pm Post #2 |
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Leilana hummed a happy little tune, her pink lips parted only for her add in the occasional la or do, or da. Her bright green eyes brimmed with tears of joy as she glided with her white feathered wings outstretched, the warm air current beneath was steady, and she kept herself aloft with little effort. Her light brown hair played behind her, happily twisting and turning around her waist as she flew and hummed. The forest below was like a green sea, and Leilana giggled. I haven't flown like this in ages! No tornadoes, no gales, no turbu- Her thoughts were cut off by a sudden jolt, the air current had changed from warm to cool. While lost in thought she had flown over the lake. Letting out a yelp she struggled against the wind panicking ever so slightly as she flailed in the air that rushed past her. She fell like a rock into the middle of the lake. Kicking at the water and hoping to reach the surface before needing air again Leilana cursed at herself. Her head broke the surface of the water, and she thrashed her way through the cold water to the shore. When she could reach the bottom, she crawled the rest of the way out, and then pulled a small wooden case from her back. Opening it she glanced over the violin, and bow that were inside. Sighing she cloed it and put it on a dry spot away from where she was. Pulling herself to her feet was a tricky task, her brown knee high boots slipped on the wet rocks, and she nearly fell several times, getting onto solid ground she turned and stuck her toungue out at the lake. "HA! I didn't fall!" She called triumphantly to the silent mass of water. Spinning on her heel she went to walk away from her crash site, only to trip over the violin case. She groaned, and again cursed herself for being so clumsy. Her once whit chimise now matched almost perfectly with her brown leather bodice, both were cut down in the back so as not to interfere with flight. Her tan skirt hung limp and wet over her, and her cotton leggings clung even tighter. Leilana resigned herself to the ground, admitting defeat. |
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| Allen Haldis | Wed Oct 15, 2008 9:11 pm Post #3 |
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At the sound of another splash, Allen’s attention jolted to the center of the lake, seeing the ripples in the water and the foam where something had hit but not seeing what had hit. His hand snuck away from the guitar and his eyes continued to scan the water, becoming wary. Waves lapped up to the shore, hitting against his feet and ankles. Uncomfortable with it Allen drew himself further from the shore. In the end it was probably a good idea – if there was anything dangerous in the lake then it couldn’t very well get him if he wasn’t near it. Although he couldn’t really die because of his curse, Allen had never drowned before and it didn’t sound like a pleasant way to temporarily escape living. He saw something breach the surface and his eyes narrowed, making it out to be a person. With that realization Allen tensed, not quite sure if he should go to help or stay here and pretend he had seen nothing. For the first time since the morning the celestial buzzed to life within him, remaining silent but urging him to help if it became necessary. Allen grumbled a few words unintelligibly, but the celestial was persistent with what it wanted, although it still hoped that whoever it was wouldn’t need assistance. Although it took a while, the other reached the shore in time a bit down from where he was. The woman didn’t appear injured to him and Allen leaned over, thinking it best to leave. He lifted his guitar and tipped it somewhat, watching as a bit more water spilled from the hole in the center before turning his back and beginning to walk away. You should go make sure she’s all right, you know. Only proper to treat a woman with respect, Allen. The cursed man paused in the beginnings of his trek at the words. Did that thing really have the audacity to speak to him after everything that had happened? Growling, Allen turned on his heel, willing to do anything that would make that thing shut up permanently. On the way he grabbed his trumpet, dragging it along the soggy dirt and not caring at all for it while his guitar was held like a precious jewel in the other hand. As he neared the woman, he heard the thing beg him to act pleasant, but considering Allen was more of a Tin Man than a person that was unlikely. “Ma’am,” he called, his voice rough both from irritation and yelling, “that was… well that was quite a fall you had there. Not everyday that people fall into the water or make such a spectacle of themselves.” He smirked, his pace slowing now that he was a decent few yards away from her. There was no reason to get any closer. “So what, you okay? Didn’t drown or anything right? Nothing bit you, ate you, tried to devour you while you were in there, right?” Allen looked down at her, a scowl on his face. It wasn’t that he was angry with her – Allen was just always angry, and besides, today just wasn’t a good day for him at all. |
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| Leilana | Wed Oct 15, 2008 9:27 pm Post #4 |
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Leilana heard the voice, and thought it best to stay close to the ground, so she merely rolled over and sat to look over at him. "Oh there's no need to worry! I do it all the time! Just usually not for an audience!" She laughed at herself as she spoke in a sunny voice. "I usually land in trees though so this was a nice change, you know no bone shattering impact." She continued joking, but to tell the truth she hated it when her wings got wet, and would rather have them be broken then have to clean them out, and with the amount of mud and dirt in them that could take a while. She smiled brightly still. "I'm sorry if I worried you, or disturbed you or-" Cutting herself off she recognized that she was blabbering on and on about nothing, and she hadn't even introduced herself. "I'm Leilana." She introduced herself and made the hazardous decision to stand this time she had no trouble. She looked at the ground in front of her carefully and took a few steps toward the man, hand outstretched to greet him. |
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| Allen Haldis | Wed Oct 15, 2008 10:15 pm Post #5 |
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Allen felt his lip twitch somewhat at her happiness. Happiness wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she seemed to have an excessive amount of it for someone who just fell into a lake of all things. He had to wonder if she used that tone all the time, for everything, if she could use it in this sort of a situation. Surely that had to get on other people’s nerves – there was no way he was the only cynic in this world. Besides, that tone just made his ears want to bleed, as did that laughter. As much as he would have liked to turn and run, Allen had his dignity to worry about and he wasn’t about to sacrifice it. He had endured tortures worse than this one before, so he was confident he could handle conversation for a small while. “Oh, really,” he stated blandly. “Perhaps you’d best work on your flying skills, then. Would be a shame for those pretty wings to break or for people to think you’re some little damsel in distress.” Allen was a blunt man, and while his words weren’t as bad as they could have been, the tone was a lot harsher than what was necessary. When she began to apologize a part of him felt sick. Why did he always have to come across the sweet, innocent little children? Why? “It’s not an issue, Miss,” he said, sounding more stiff than harsh now. “It wasn’t you that disturbed me, although had you been a little quieter in your fall I might have appreciated it.” It was that damn celestial that bothered me, he added in his head. Then she introduced herself. Allen would have been happy to just stand there and nod and wait for things to get so awkward that one of them had to leave, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, she got up. And walked over to him. Oh, God, walked over to him. Why, why, why did he have to get involved in these things?! Allen tried his hardest to avoid contact with other living beings and it just wasn’t any use anymore. “Allen,” he replied, staring at her outstretched hand. The celestial hissed something about being a gentleman and returning it, but he heard it vaguely. If he shook her hand then he would have to put down one of his instruments, since both of his hands were occupied by them. He looked down, deciding to rest both of them down instead of just one. It wasn’t like he could even play either of them now, given the situation, and he didn’t even want to look at the celestial trumpet. He took her hand and shook lightly, removing his hand from hers as quickly as he could. Allen caught sight of the violin case and he blinked, examining it before returning his gaze to her. “Violin…” he stated, recognizing the shape of its case. “You play?” If she did then maybe, just maybe, she might have a way to win herself into his favor. |
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| Leilana | Wed Oct 15, 2008 11:36 pm Post #6 |
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Leilana ran a hand through her wing, and digested his name. Allen... Her thoughts were cut short again when she began working two feathers, that had gotten tangled, apart one let go of the wing and she cringed, then the other pulled free, she pulled the two feathers out. Sighing she addressed his remarks, toning down her cheerfulness after the pain of the feathers coming out in a clump, and what seemed to be an insult to her prowess in the air. "My flying is fine, you can't even do it so really what place do you have to talk about my ability? It's really much harder than you think." She refused to admit that she was a clumsy flier. "Besides I'd take a broken wing to a dirty matted one any day!" A thin red line of blood ran over some of the feathers. "Feathers are so hard to clean..." She pouted. At the comment of her violin she perked up again. "I find it soothing, and it calms my nerves." The truth of the matter was, was that playing was the only thing she trusted herself to do without getting hurt. "I see you're a regular one man band! But your guitar is in a terrible state..." She said looking over the horn and muddy guitar. |
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| Allen Haldis | Thu Oct 16, 2008 12:13 am Post #7 |
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Allen’s eyes narrowed momentarily as he examined her pick at her wing. The lake water probably wasn’t too clean, so he couldn’t blame her for wanting to clean her wings, but did she really have to do it right here and right now? They were in the middle of a conversation – the least she could do was pay attention to him. Clearly she didn’t understand how hard this was for him and that he was, quite literally, being forced into this against his will. If that damn celestial hadn’t gotten the wrong idea about him then he wouldn’t even have even been here right now and therefore wouldn’t have had to deal with any of this. At her words his eyebrows furrowed. “Oh well forgive me for giving some constructive criticism,” he said, rolling his eyes and looking away. “I know I can’t fly, I didn’t say I could. I’m just saying that if you make such a habit of falling like that you will hurt yourself one day, not to mention probably worry some passer-bys who might think you’re some poor, overgrown bird who just got shot. Please, do think of people other than yourself. This really isn’t even worth the argument….” Allen sighed, looking back to her, his hardened expression seeming to soften by the release of his rant. In his own, weird way, he really was trying to be nice, mostly to get the celestial off of his back but mostly to keep this poor child from hurting herself to the point to where she was beyond recognition. “At least if you broke a wing you wouldn’t be able to fly and hurt yourself,” he mumbled to himself, unsure if the words were audible or not. But, like her, he perked up when the subject was directed to music once again. He could identify with the calming of nerves entirely; although that wasn’t something he would say out loud. At the mention of a one man band, Allen snorted, looking at his poor babies – or rather the singular baby, considering the trumpet was more like a burden than anything else. He nodded in agreement, a hint of sorrow to his eyes that could be noticed if one looked hard enough. “A shame, really,” he said. “I don’t give a damn about the trumpet, it can go… die for all I care.” Die wasn’t the proper term, and being as old as he was Allen probably could have come up with something much better, but he didn’t feel like putting the effort in. Surely she would get the gist of it. “But my poor guitar… I hope I don’t have to replace it.” He had fallen into the water quite hard, after all, and the water had been shallow. “It doesn’t want to stay tuned for me though so I just may have to… it’s probably as old as I am, the poor thing. I can assure you, however, that I’m not a one man band. I don’t know how to play that… that thing and I would give it up in a heartbeat. The guitar is the only thing I’m worried about and I don’t usually play it in public, so I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Oh, but it did matter, it mattered a lot. That guitar was all he had to his name that he actually cherished. Allen lifted a hand to his chest where a pale scar had healed over from the fight with Malachi, not yet aware that the celestial mark had taken its place there, to readjust his wet shirt so that it wasn’t clinging to his body as it was. It was then that he noticed the thin line of blood on her wing. A tad late, perhaps, but better late than never, right? “Oh… hm, you’re bleeding, Leilana,” he said in an apathetic tone. There wasn’t a lot of it and it was only blood, but women were often picky about that sort of thing and he didn’t want to hear her throw a hissy fit when she found out she had been bleeding and he hadn’t said a word to her about it. |
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| Leilana | Thu Oct 16, 2008 12:38 am Post #8 |
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Leilana ignored the blood as it ran down her wing, just as she ignored the comment about not being able to fly with a broken wing. She had done it before, yes it was painful, no she wasn't graceful, but it could be done, but flying with jumbled feathers that was a different story all together. When her feathers were matted and tangled it threw off their aerodynamics and she couldn't fly if her life depended on it, she could barely glide with her wings in this state. Wiggling under the sticky chimise she listened to the disdane in his voice for the trumpet. "That's so sad..." She really did feel bad for the guitar, and for Allen. "I don't know what I'd do if I had to get rid of my violin....music is all I know really..." Her eyes dropped down to the dirt and it began to spin around her, she felt queezy as flames passed through her mind. On the brink of collapsing she heard screams running through her mind, memories of a night mare from the past three nights. Slowing her breathing she struggled to regain her mind from the flames, she almost felt their heat, then Allen's voice cut through the memory. "One of the many hazards of cleaning these things is pulling a few feathers." She held out the two feathers that had come out, blood on her fingers. "It's painful but necessary. If they aren't straight, and clean, I can't fly, and I have to be very careful about the primary feathers without them flying is impossible aswell. I'd have to wait until they grow back." She said smiling half heartedly, it really was a pain, but then again she loved the feeling of the clean air on her face, and the way it raced through her hair. It was worth it she concluded. |
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| Allen Haldis | Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:38 pm Post #9 |
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His eyebrows furrowed somewhat. ‘That’s so sad’? Did she pity him? Allen grunted and waved a hand to dismiss her words. A twinge of guilt ran through him when he realized she felt the same about music – that without it she wouldn’t know what to do. But did she feel as deeply as he did, rely on it for survival as much? Allen doubted it. He shook his head then. “Sad indeed,” he grumbled. “But you needn’t pity me or feel sympathy or any of those other nice little emotions. You’re wasting your strength.” His words were sharp with a somewhat irritated edge to them. The celestial reprimanded him for this, but he paid no mind – he hadn’t asked to be possessed and he wasn’t going to adjust himself to suite some parasites needs. In moments Leilana appeared as though she were going to collapse, causing Allen to lift a brow. Whatever was wrong with this woman was none of his business and he didn’t intend to make it so, but if she keeled over it was going to be his burden to bring her to safety. He might have been a Tin Man, but he wouldn’t just leave a woman passed out in the open when the world was a dangerous place. “Are you all right…?” he asked warily, shifting uncomfortably. He listened as she began to speak about feathers, not taking much interest in it as it wasn’t something he needed to worry about. If it was normal, then fine, he wouldn’t dispute it. “Maybe you should try to be less clumsy then,” he advised. “Then you won’t have to clean them as much and there you go, less pain for you. But hey, like you said, I don’t know anything about flying so I should just keep my mouth shut right?” Allen shrugged innocently, although it was clear that his agitation hadn’t quite alleviated. Allen was almost always agitated, if Leilana hadn’t quite yet noticed. But he decided to change the topic back to something a bit more lighthearted – music, for example. “So how long have you played, hmm? You any good?” He nodded toward the case, narrowing his eyes in contemplation instead of anger for once. “Surprised the thing didn’t break when you hit the water…” |
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| Leilana | Tue Oct 21, 2008 10:33 pm Post #10 |
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"It takes no strength to feel for another, it comes as second nature. After all I can't change what I am, any more than you can." She said softly, she was sincere. She was part celestial, she knew that, and it left her feeling badly when life wasn't great for some one. Her sympathy led her to, sometimes, do something but usually her fear of making things worse with her clumsiness kept her from acting. Again the feeling of sympathy rose, but not for Allen, but for many people. The feeling was odd, in that she didn't know who she felt so badly for, only that she knew that she should know them. Then the heat of the flames licked at her mind again. Leilana sighed her thoughts had begun to drift. She almost forgot Allen until he commented on her clumsiness, she smiled brightly. "It's not like I try to be clumsy...it just happens...it's like I've been cursed..." She said, her face twisted as foggy memories of a voice mentioned something along the lines of a curse, she shook her head and smiled again almost too brightly. "Besides what would life be if I never had a bruse, I don't even know!" She forced a laugh, but the thoughts of her nightmares still persisted. She wanted to shake the thoughts out of her head, but decided that would make her look crazy, how could she explain that she could feel the heat of unknown flames, that something loomed on the edges of her memory, something that plauged her. No, any one who heard that would think that she was crazy. However, unconciously as she was thinking she did shake her head slightly to push everything back, and stay in the moment. "Honestly, I don't know how long I've been playing...I don't even remember learning, it's just something I know...I know I knew it, when I knew what I don't know..." She could barely keep track of what she had said. "Sorry...I just don't know how to explain it right..." Well not without looking like a lunatic... She continued with her thoughts. Sighing she felt the air changing around her--it was warmer, and realized, with a little joy, it had been drying her wings which she felt the need to stretch. The white feathers stretched away from eachother, it straightened out some, but others were too mangled for the simple action to rectify their position. Pulling them back in, she contemplated doing the entire job now, but then thought better of it, she would probably seem rude to do her preening in front of some one, in the middle of a conversation no less. She had almost forgotten his question about the quality of her playing. "It's quite a solid instrument, as for how good I am, it would be better to show you then try to qualify the term good." Leilana called upon every muscle in her body to manage grace for just a few minutes. She pulled the darkly stained violin from its case, as well as the bow. She moved swiftly turning as smoothly as she could manage, putting the violin to her chin. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and pulled the bow over the strings listening to each sound. It was the same happy tune she had been humming while she had been air bourn. Swaying as she played she kept her eyes closed, her fingers moved swiftly though the notes, as she poured her whole being into the song. Music was everything now ;the only thing she knew, without really knowing. She was sad when she finished and packed it back into the case, she loved the sound it made, the strings seemed to cry from joy when she made them sing. A tear filled her eye as she put it away, she was always overly emotional when it came to putting away her only friend, her only tangable memory. Taking a deep breath she steadied herself. "Was that good?" She asked with a gentler smile, not bright, not forced, she was calmer after playing, as though she could be at peace with herself--even if only in the moments after playing. |
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| Allen Haldis | Sun Oct 26, 2008 2:41 am Post #11 |
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((OoC: Hope it's good and that I gave you enough to reply off of!)) --------------- No matter how soft her first words had been, they had hit him as hard as if she had been screaming them and shaking him by the shoulders. Allen’s eyes widened and he quickly looked away, his jaw becoming tight as his molars grinded against each other. Rather than angry, offended, annoyed, or any of the other emotions that went along with them, he was instead merely contemplative. People had told him various times in the past that you can’t change what you are, but they had also said something else. “Maybe you can’t change what you are,” he said, “but you can sure as hell change who you are if you try hard enough. Caring… that may be second nature because of what you are, but that can be changed. Just saying, you know.” His gaze returned to her. Allen knew that better than anyone; here he was, a celestial infused, and yet he was filled with such a deep and intense hatred that he shouldn’t have even been what he was. Being something thought to be kind didn’t necessarily mean that a person was. From what he observed, it seemed that she had a terrible attention span. The word cursed made him hum, completely amused by it. “Cursed with clumsiness… you should be a bit more careful with as powerful a word as cursed,” he said. There was a twinge of bitterness and hatred in his voice, but also one of gentle teaching that a parent might give to a child. It was up to her to decide which tone was meant for her and which went a little bit deeper. At her laugh he winced; bruises and pain were necessary parts of life, but did she have to be so excited about it? He snorted in amusement when she tried to explain knowing without knowing. “I think maybe you mean instinct, child,” he said, somewhat harsh but again not as badly as before. She then offered to play for him – and before he had a chance to protest, she had picked up the violin and the bow and was playing. Allen remained silent as she played, trying to remain indifferent but finding himself unable to. Music was one of the few things left that made him feel alive, either when he was playing or when he was simply part of an audience. It was a beautiful thing that so many people took for granted, that so many people just failed to understand, and that even more failed to realize just how powerful music could be. It was almost like the key to the soul… cheesy as it sounded, and if there even was such a thing as a soul or a key to it. Allen, too, was a bit disappointed when the song came to an end and she put it away. His gaze drifted to his own instruments; the least he could have done was play something for her, since she had been willing enough to show a part of herself that could only come through the music. But what could he possibly play for her with a wrecked guitar…? Besides, he played for no one. He kept himself locked up as often as he could and keeping his music to himself was an integral part of keeping up the Tin Man act. Her voice called him out of his thoughts, however, and he turned back to her. “It was lovely,” he said with a nod. “I may not be a particularly nice man – but I’m an honest man and I’ve no qualms telling you that it was wonderful.” Again Allen nodded, something akin to a smile barely covering his lips for a few moments. “But don’t let that compliment make you egotistical or whatever, since you youngin’s do have a thing about confidence and ‘oh-my-goodness-I’m-amazing-look-at-me!’. Don’t get arrogant. It’s sickening.” Allen waved an index finger at her to make sure he got the point across. |
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| Leilana | Mon Oct 27, 2008 3:22 am Post #12 |
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Leilana listened intently to his words and smiled. “If it is not bad to care, then I do not mind, besides as I said it is something that comes second nature. It’s wonderful to have something I am good at because of what I am. I surely do not have natural grace, or balance from it.” Her smile faded as she listened further, curse as a powerful word? She sighed and then thought back through her memories, of course he would view her situation differently, he didn’t see what she saw, hear what she heard. Even she couldn’t be sure of what had transpired before her memory cut off, only the faint whisper of reminiscence on the edge of her nightmares gave her any clues. Surely he could not know of that, and she forgave him for his ignorance. She was in no hurry to reveal her memory problem, sure that no one would recognize her, and she could let people assume what they wanted. All of these thoughts flashed though her mind quickly and she smiled a little more. “Curse is a strong a word, however my pull for all things catastrophic and self destructive is strong.” She said ignoring the patronizing tone in his voice, mixed with bitterness. She may not be old, but she did not like being spoken to like a child. She had her own thoughts, her own opinions, and her own adult things to worry about. Such as where the nightmares, that consumed her thoughts and drew her attention constantly, came from. Instinct… She mused over the idea, and new that music was not instinct, is was learned taught to her. She knew this was the case, but then sighed at the ignorance that she had placed upon him, not blaming him at all. “I don’t think instinct is the right word… but whatever you think it is, is as good a guess as mine.” She had tried to be vague, and hoped he didn’t try to read into her words, she had chosen quite carefully not completely able to go silently with his insinuation. She eyed his broken guitar, and felt selfish for playing her intact instrument while his remained mutilated at his side. It looked pathetic, as though it were a wounded child though it’s voice was too mangled to let out a cry for help. The strings hopelessly out of tune, and mud caked to the body. A pang of sadness resonated through her being. She felt sorry for both the instrument, and it’s close friend, and the smile faded from her lips. Until she heard his compliment. She smiled sheepishly. When he began to wave his index finger, and give her a lecture about being humble, she couldn’t help it. Laughter rippled through her, starting as a giggle, and then rising to a crescendo. Tears welled up in her eyes and her hand came over her mouth, and the other on her stomach which moved in synchronized action with her howling laughter. It took minute for her regain control, when she did she sighed to signal the end of her hysterics and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Really you don’t know how funny you looked just then!” She said laughter lightened her voice, and made itself still present in her expression as the smile of pure joy in the moments previous. “Very parental.” She teased, the smile still dancing on her face, and sparkling in her eyes. “On a more serious note I thank you for your honest opinion, I find it refreshing to find some one who claims honesty so openly, and bravely offers their opinions.” She curtsied, a small shaky curtsy; she was wary of any motion that put her off balance even slightly. Rightly so, she wobbled and caught herself. “Don’t worry, I know I’m not perfect, pride isn’t something I covet, and arrogance begins with pride. I must say though, that stern parental speech isn’t very becoming of you.” She paused slightly. “Not sickening, but quite hilarious.” She stifled a giggle, and ran a hand through her long hair unconsciously. ((OoC: found the groove...the words are coming to me easier and easier, i should be able to keep up this post length for a while!)) |
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| Allen Haldis | Tue Oct 28, 2008 9:20 pm Post #13 |
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“Stubborn…” Allen commented, seemingly more to himself than to her. He sighed finally, lifting his arms off to his sides and shrugging. “No point in fighting my side, I suppose. You give everyone else a hard time or am I just special?” There was a small amount in distaste in his voice and he sneered. “As for your grace… well I can’t comment. Clearly no one ever put books on your head when you were little to help you with it. Oh well… your loss, I suppose.” Again he shrugged, although this time it was to tease her again instead of the nonchalant one beforehand. An eyebrow lifted at her response. If she thought being clumsy was bad then she would have to trade places with him one day. Living with what he had done in the past wasn’t exactly easy and knowing that the cycle of death and resurrection could never end only added to it. Allen didn’t feel sorry for himself, though, and he pulled his thoughts away from that before he somehow, unknowingly, gave her any other reason to pity him. “It’s still not a curse,” he argued, biting on the inside flesh of his lower lip. “Clumsiness is something you can consciously change. Don’t blame something else for the fact you fall out of the sky and trip over your feat. Your fault you can’t stay focused.” Allen lifted his arms, this time to fold them over his chest. His head cocked to the head slightly as he examined her. Naïve, incredibly naïve, but he supposed that was what happened when a person was as young as she must have been. Your guess is as good as mine… Allen mused over what she had basically said. “Well if it’s not instinct and you knew it without learning, then how do you know it, huh? With how clumsy you claim to be I suppose I should be shocked you were even able to pick up the bow without lifting it the wrong way and poking your eye out, so you couldn’t have been so talented as to have just picked it up one day and know it all.” Allen would have shivered at the thought of her losing an eye in such a gruesome fashion, had he not seen worse things in his life than that. It probably wasn’t his business to pry, but she was the one who was being absolutely and utterly confusing right now; it wasn’t his fault she was extremely difficult. Her laughter, however, confused him. Allen hadn’t been trying to be funny, he had been very serious when he told her all that, and she just laughed at him! “How rude,” he grumbled while she continued on in her fit, hoping she would stop soon so that he could get an explanation. “Oh, so you think it’s funny I’m teaching you a life lesson? I see how it is. That’s no way to treat your elders, young lady. Don’t tell me I have to give the r-e-s-p-e-c-t speech too.” Allen sighed in exasperation. He was glad, though, when he was thanked – it wasn’t something that happened as often as it should have. “Well you’re welcome,” he said. “People don’t use honesty as much as they should. Remember that one, too.” He paused once she brought up his speech again, deciding he might as well humor her despite the fact that he had never wanted to be a father. Well, that was a bit of a lie; he hadn’t wanted it after she had left him. “That was a little parental, wasn’t it? I just hope you didn’t laugh at your actual father the way you laughed at me.” Allen’s face wrinkled in a look of disgust before a smirk slithered its way onto his face. “Being a parent is probably some serious business, not something I’d want to get involved in.” |
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| Leilana | Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:52 pm Post #14 |
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Leilana giggled at his comments on more speeches, and decided to drop the subject of her musical abilities. If she didn’t feel like explaining, she shouldn’t make him angry about it. She found her thoughts at rest, and smiled honestly, there was no need to try. Allen had lightened her mood until he mentioned her father. The flames in her mind made her cringe. She couldn’t even recall his face, she wanted to be honest with him, but didn’t want him to think she was crazy at all, or some forgetful air head. “I don’t remember my father…” She said softly, she would let him interpret this any way he wanted, not feeling like explaining. Her eyes dropped to the ground and she bit her lip, and tried to push the images in her head away. All she really wanted was to drop to her knees and scream at herself, but then again she didn’t want to worry him, or make him think she was crazy. “But that’s life isn’t it? You win some you lose some?” She forced a smile on her face as she looked at him again crossing her arms over her stomach, she felt a little ill at the sound of her own bitter sweet voice. “I must have been a handful though…” She heard the crack in her voice and tightened her grasp on her memories of her nightmares, biting her lip to keep herself together. It was too late by now though and the flames engulfed her in an almost physical amount of pain, she turned to the lake avoiding Allen’s eyes. “The lake is beautiful isn’t it?” Her voice cracked again as she stifled tears, and the screams of horror at the images that were coming to her. She felt ridiculous fearing silly things, she didn’t even know if they were true. A lump formed in her throat and she half hoped he wouldn’t say anything or ask questions, she knew that any type of attempt at speaking would land her in the fetal position screaming and crying until exhaustion pulled a blanket over her conscious and unconscious thought. She shuddered, that always took longer than she liked it to. ((sorry its soooo short....*feels terrible*)) |
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| Allen Haldis | Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:50 pm Post #15 |
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Didn’t remember her father? What sort of kid didn’t remember their father? Granted, Allen couldn’t remember a lot of his past, but he was older than most of the people in Imythess; a man was capable of remembering only so much. But she didn’t look very old at all, and the only way she couldn’t have remembered such an important role in her life was if he had died or if he had walked out on her and her mother – assuming she had a mother. For the moment Allen remained silent, although his eyebrows were lifted to show that he was vaguely intrigued by her. The crack in her voice spurred his curiosity again. She had gone from unimaginably cheery to depressed in what seemed a matter of moments. Her words didn’t matter now; what she was trivial in relation to what her voice sounded like. She turned away then, only giving him more and more reason to think something was wrong. He didn’t see why she was trying to hide it, especially since hose efforts were clearly going to be for naught. Allen wasn’t an idiot and had learned by now when someone was upset; he was four hundred years old, he had seen people sad before. Allen looked away then and ran a hand through his hair, feeling more than uncomfortable and to say he felt awkward was the understatement of the year. “Uh, yeah, I guess?” he said, trying to humor her and the fact that she didn’t seem to be in such a great state. But finally he just had to be honest, as he always had to be. “Leilana,” he started, “you’re being ridiculous, the distractions and changing the subject won’t work. If you’re upset don’t change the subject. If you need me to leave it can easily be arranged because honestly I don’t know how to act around crying people, so if I stayed and you broke down it wouldn’t exactly be helpful. So maybe instead of wasting time by a lake you should be trying to figure out how you know music or who your father is or whether or not you were a handful… and all the other crap you don’t know that seems to really be bothering you that I have no clue why it would.” It was more nice than what he usually said, but he was capable of acting like a gentleman at least some times. Allen looked back at her, a sigh passing through his nostrils. |
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