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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 20 2008, 07:02 AM Post #1 |
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She'd hadn't seen him for many months now, and she had thought that perhaps it meant her affinity for him was at last gone. Astrid had long since given up fighting her 'feelings' for Bly, and her daemons had accepted them as her only weakness, content to use her as they saw fit. The pain she got from being far from him was their delicious satiation and they tormented her with dreams and nightmares. But that had been in the first days, when the pain was raw and fresh. Now it was a throbbing ache of her heart, easy to ignore and easy to pretend didn't exist. It was night that was always hard. She was plagued by thoughts of him and they drove her to madness, or so it seemed. Some would argue that she did not have enough sanity left to truly go mad. Many of her followers had left her, calling her the Wailing Lady of Kalashmakof, and these days, the fortress was more empty than full. She wandered from room to room at night, shrieking curses at whoever dared to cross her path. Astrid's feet were wandering, her mind and soul trapped in a world where she was little less than a pawn. "I shall disappear. I shall die and disappear, and it is all his fault. Bly has murdered me, without using a sword or dagger against me. He has killed me, and I will waste away here." Her eyes were hollow, dark circles on porcelain skin indicating that she had not slept in days. Just as her home was empty, the Guild she had worked so hard to create was dying. Just another affiliation, that is what they had become, and she would never be free now. She was doomed to spend the rest of her life, slave to daemons that did not care a whit about her. "It was all for nowt," she whispered, pacing the halls of the large fortress, on her nightly walk. The cold winter wind sped through the place, causing her to shiver, though she didn't really feel the cold. "I cannot be freed. They will not let me go. I cannot sleep, food turns to ash on my tongue. And yet I cannot die." Her voice was tormented, and she stumbled, catching her breath by leaning against the wall. There was no one left, not in her guild, not in the world. There were promises that needed to be fulfilled and she had bound Ashiban to her - but she could not make the demon stay with her, not without casting another spell. Astrid did not have the heart, if she ever did, or the power. All her magic had vanished without a trace, along with Bly. Once, she had been of immense power. The small amount of the arcane force she commanded now was not enough to even bind her soul to her body. "There is no soul left." Returning to her quarters, she barked the words of the spell that opened the door, feeling drained and ill. Swaying as she walked, she slammed the door behind her, and collapsed beside her bed, leaning her head against the stand. The room spun. She had not slept in days. Months, it seemed like. He was killing her- but it was not his fault. He had shown her another world that she had not believed existed. He had shown her that there were things to live for, and throwing her life away recklessly was not something she should be eager to do. And now she would die of it. Ironic. |
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| Ant | Dec 20 2008, 10:14 AM Post #2 |
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Tracking the “enemy” down wasn’t terribly difficult. He’d never really heard of this League of Darkness, but inevitably looking for Astrid led to more clues about its location and ultimately what involvement she had within an alliance of its sort. He’d had to ditch respectable morality a few times in order to extract knowledge from more unwilling participants. Of course every chirped loudly once they’d been promptly thrashed enough. The pattern was that everyone seemed to figure fighting was better than running. The truth was though he might have preferred leaving this chapter of history unfinished, he’d made a promise, and so Bly was honourbound to fulfill it. When he thought of it all, he wasn’t even certain of his own feelings. They were too damned fleeting to be considered anything of substance. My obsession with the redemption of people is nearly insane. Sneaking into the Fortress wasn’t too hard. He had the whistle at the sheer size of the damned thing, though it was blatantly lacking in inhabitants. He walked the halls without so much of a sound, nothing more than another gust of wind through the empty stone. Bly’s steps stopped as he heard a familiar force—and rather than reveal himself, he simply chose to listen to her words. Astrid seemed to be lamenting; and as he stared at her, he saw a ragged and downtrodden woman. He felt an unbelievably overwhelming surge of sympathy well up. It had not been so long ago this woman had been one of conviction, one who had come damn close to killing him if he hadn’t lost control of himself. He shadowed her as she walked, barked orders to her door, and walked through. Bly ducked through, nearly getting slammed by the object, focusing constantly on the spell that suppressed sound. Unbelievable pain in the ass… His knuckles were pressed painfully into the floor as he straightened himself out and stood. She looked… well… I would not have thought my words could possibly do this. Bly felt a sinful amount of pride, walking forward and dropping the veil of invisibility and sound. ”Hello, love.” He dropped his hand to her shoulder and crouched down beside her. "You'll have to forgive the rude entrance, I was expecting a great deal of hostile people in your company." Edited by Ant, Dec 20 2008, 10:15 AM.
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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 21 2008, 10:21 AM Post #3 |
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Oh, how her head throbbed! Just to silence the voices, she'd damn near driven herself to starvation, if she could even starve to death. "If a goodie found you, you'd be dead in two seconds," she scolded herself, but her heart wasn't in it. She almost wished as much. Death would provide something that she hadn't been able to buy herself - her freedom and the freedom to do as she wished and love who she pleased. If there were any more angst in her life, it would do well to be a sort of love story that was fated to be written down in books - but she was unsure that it was love. "I'm probably punch drunk, and he was probably lying. I was being tricked." But that didn't sound right either. There were no guards, or at least, not the ones who really mattered. The men she had kept around to protect her left when she didn't have the gold to pay them; she scared them half to death anyway, and she wasn't that sad to see the back of them. The men now were half-mad and suited her. They were more likely to be found muttering to themselves than actually guarding the place, but she could keep them in check. There would be no worrying about whether or not she would be harmed under their care. They were too mad to do anything other than putter about and speak to themselves. It was painful to think about the woman she used to be, and what she was now. She had a mission. She had daemons to work for, and while she was not happy, she was not sad either. She believed that her soul truly drowned in blood and supposedly enjoyed it, and when she found that she didn't - it had driven her to the brink of madness. Love, or at least, the illusion of love had been her undoing. "You'll have to forgive the rude entrance, I was expecting a great deal of hostile people in your company." Her eyes slowly, and listlessly surveyed Bly, believing him an illusion. She didn't even ponder that it could be him. "Is it bad enough that I am hearing things - am I to see them too?" She whispered, before shaking her head and blinking her dual colored eyes. "You won't find anyone here, other than me and the mad souls who've stayed behind. They call me a woman scorned. They call me a black widow. They stay because they know I might be just as mad as them. Everyone sane has already left, the company has failed. And I will never be free." It was easy to add the rest in a rather conversational manner. Seeing as he wasn't real, it wasn't like she really was talking to him. The brain is a silly thing. It can trick you into so many beliefs that are just plain wrong, and you accept them as fact, because dear god, why would you ever lie to yourself? Is it even possible to lie to yourself? Astrid didn't know, because she didn't care. If it really was Bly, she wouldn't have the energy to be excited anyway. Instead, she propped herself up on one hand, her legs and gown sprawled on the floor, surveying him with interest. "You look good. Compared to me, I suppose." Waving spindly fingers, cheeks hollow and gaunt, she shrugged. "It happens when you don't eat. Can't sleep." |
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| Ant | Dec 21 2008, 01:53 PM Post #4 |
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Bly kept his composure. She thought he was an illusion; he’d almost have laughed, if it weren’t so believable she could think that. Truth be told, the more he looked at her, the more he was feeling pity for what she was going through. Fate had managed to rip her apart, in a roundabout way. Bly didn’t enjoy the thought of being a tool in this rather insane play. She’ll wither away at the rate she’s going. ”Here, let me help you.” It wasn’t much an effort to pick her up into his arms and place her on the bed. He might have been drunk, but his memory served him of the earlier events of their supposed ‘night’ together. She had been light, and now, even lighter. He had clothed himself in light armour and tight fitting breeches, with no undershirt besides bandaged cloth to protect his skin from being dug into. It fit the whole idea of him sneaking in. Not that he had really needed to. He didn’t even have a use for the two daggers at his side. He hands reached down to the buckles that held them, laying the belt over the headboard. ”So, how’ve you been?” It was sarcastic, and he felt pathetic for saying it. Bly sighed and bent over, fiddling with straps. ”I’m curious.” He managed a small grunt as he pulled off his boots, neither too cooperative. ”Why exactly would be scorned? It’s not like I abandoned you or anything. Not that any of our meetings ever really ended on the note of staying together. Besides, when you retreat all the way to the big bad fortress, it’s quite a pain to find you.” He pulled a leg up and turned to face her, leaning down and close. ”It might come as a shock, but I am real.” He didn’t hesitate in the slightest when he brought his lips to hers. It was odd. When he’d first shown up, he wasn’t really certain where he stood. Now though, he felt that familiar rush of blood to his face—his heart pounded, and he was barely keeping it together. Seems that I managed to trick myself it was just a crush for quite some time, didn’t I? It was true, it wasn’t love, but there was something there. Whatever it was… it was pulling. He pulled away from her slowly. "Do you believe me, or am I just a convincing illusion?" |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 22 2008, 05:06 AM Post #5 |
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Well, he was taking it rather well. IllusionBly, that was. She supposed that even calling him by that name was a little bit stupid; he wasn't really Bly at all. He was ... who knew? Some toy made by a conjurer to torment a woman hiding from her own destiny, it seemed. Fate had a bad way of not allowing her to escape what it had meant for her to be, and it seemed that love had been in her grand scheme. Along with being a possessed and powerless human woman as well. "All things happen for a reason, and I suppose this torment has some form of a reason as well, but it's cruel," she thought to herself. "I was only hiding from him for his own good. He's young. He'll move on. I might live with this for the rest of my days, but I'll live and that's what counts." Astrid was lifted into the air, and she surveyed him with a new interest. "Oh, so he can move and he has solid mass. What conjurer did that? It's gotta be some form of a puppet. Maybe someone necromanced a dead body to look like Bly," she considered the options, before realizing that no one would do that - excepting herself. That was exactly her style, and she didn't have the strength to create IllusionBly, so it wasn't her doing. It gave her hope. A small amount of hope. But she was also angry - why had he come, if it was RealBly. Why had he come? The best thing for him to do was stay away until one of them died or got over the little 'problem' they had. ”I’m curious. Why exactly would be scorned? It’s not like I abandoned you or anything. Not that any of our meetings ever really ended on the note of staying together. Besides, when you retreat all the way to the big bad fortress, it’s quite a pain to find you.” She stared at him limply, more rag doll than woman, though she was wondering what he was doing. "They don't know what happened to me. Figured that because of the way I was acting, I ...," her toneless voice wandered off, and she shrugged her shoulders, before blinking. "Figured I fell in love, and that was my downfall. That lover didn't want me, and so I fled back here with my tail between my legs. I mean, after all, my last encounter with you more than convinced me that little good could come out of this." Her daemons were strangely silent on this matter, on the whole idea of him being here, with her. They always happened to do that when she needed guidance. His lips were on hers before she knew what was happening, and for a moment she felt nothing. "Hah, an illusion I kn-" Then the warmth spread from her cheeks to her toes, and she moved her hands to rest on his shoulders, one tangling in his hair. It was electric, and far more than she had ever remembered it being. Separation had been good, and bad, it seemed. Upside? She felt more than she had before. Downside? He was real, here, and there was a chance that she would go insane and kill him. Whether any of this was love or not, that remained to be seen. She was far too young to be ready to give her heart away to something that felt so strong as this - perhaps true love was even more than this. But he had her, whether he wanted her or not. "Do you believe me, or am I just a convincing illusion?" "Why are you here?" She whispered, her eyes widening. "Last time we met, I almost killed you. You can try all you like, but they won't ever let me go. Why have you come for me?" |
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| Ant | Dec 22 2008, 07:50 AM Post #6 |
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”Why are you here? Last time we met, I almost killed you. You can try all you like, but they won't ever let me go. Why have you come for me?” ”I’m a glutton for punishment?” It was really the best answer he could come up with, since this went against every ounce of cold logic he could muster. ”But almost killing me isn’t killing me, and you’ll find I’ve gotten a bit better since such events.” Bly shook his head. He didn’t enjoy her saying that, she would never be let go… thing was, it was true. To an extent. He’d studied book after book in regards to the subject and quite frankly there was nothing. ”I’ve come because I made a promise I intended to keep. I still do.” He managed a morbid grin. ”You’re right of course. I can try all I like, but unless I manage to become a God there isn’t a way I can force them out of you. Outside influence isn’t enough alone.” He hated saying it, it was so damned cliché. ”The strength required is you… unless you can gather the will to fight them, to force them to go, they will not.” That wonderful tidbit of advice; he found it the most frustrating and useless thing anyone had ever said to him. But thinking on it, that old demonologist had a point. Unless the host was willing and wanted to fight, it wasn’t a problem likely to be resolved. That’s what worried him the most, especially now. She didn’t seem to be in a position to win through. Bly had a contingency though… he always did. ”Whether you or they like it or not, I’m here to stay. Call it courage or idiocy, they’re the same thing.” He wrapped his hand around hers. Bly was absent minded of the threats posed to him here, but they seemed so miniscule compared to what it seemed he could lose. Prayer… I haven’t ever been one for it, but damnit, Goddess, help me please. I’ll climb a mountain and build a temple by hand if I have to as payment. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 22 2008, 10:02 AM Post #7 |
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Well, she could admit that he was honest, but didn't he have a brain? Every nerve cell should be saying, "That bitch is gonna cut you," but he was still sitting beside her on the bed, and he wasn't running away. Attempting to laugh at his first statement, it sounded tinny and she let the sound fade, absorbed by the cold walls around them. Her nerves were shot, and her hands quivered on his shoulder, before wrapping themselves around his waist as she pulled herself closer to him, so that her head could rest on his chest. It was nice just to be close to someone, or to feel close - he was warm and it contrasted nicely with her cold skin. "Are you sure you don't have a liking for pain? You've been hanging around me long enough, I would expect something like that," she whispered, trying to joke, but her heart wasn't in it. ”You’re right of course. I can try all I like, but unless I manage to become a God there isn’t a way I can force them out of you. Outside influence isn’t enough alone.” For a moment, she didn't believe him. Not many would travel so far, just for a promise, and she felt bad. Astrid knew that she was corrupting him, in so many ways. There was always the fact that the second time they'd chanced upon each other, they'd almost slept together (or at least, they may have, neither of them remembered). That hadn't seemed like something he just did every day, so she was obviously a bad influence. And now here he was, running to the ends of Avalon and back again, just for her. It all seemed like a dream, like this wasn't really her life, and Bly hadn't really come back. "You certainly are a man of your word," she said dryly, mumbling into his chest. "And I don't know what you've come to believe of me, dear, but I don't have the strength for that. I can't do it. I've been wasting away for weeks, trying to get away, but .. it's not that simple. Would you ask a drunkard to simply set down his bottle and walk away? They're inside of me." Her voice shook with emotion, and she took a deep breath, thin shoulders heaving with the motion. "They're in my soul. I can't deny my nature... any more than I can deny you." He made it sound so easy, and here he was, radiating with health - if she put him to the test, there was a chance that he'd be able to do it. So far, all she'd managed to do was silence them, or at least, keep them from continuing their plans. That wasn't enough, she couldn't hold them for long, and each moment she had them silenced, the more angry they became. But she could no more stay here, without expecting to succumb to them. The place was ridden with evil. She had no where else to go, and Bly didn't have all the answers this time. "What if I'm scared?" |
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| Ant | Dec 22 2008, 11:01 AM Post #8 |
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He was a man of his word. Obviously. Some small voice seethed with sarcasm in the back of his mind. ”If you think all I would do is ask the drunk to walk away, you don’t know me well enough.” Then, he didn’t know her too well either. Always plenty of time for that in the future. Of course he didn’t expect her to just flip a switch. If it were that easy this wouldn’t even be an issue. He reached ina pocket and withdrew a small shining gemstone, the burst of a star frozen within its centre in a perfect twilight sky. ”Fear is natural; you’ll just have to trust me. I need you to help.” What amount of success this would garner he wouldn’t be able to know. He just hoped it did something. He placed the star sapphire in her left hand, closing his around as his arm brought her closer to him, closing his eyes and bringing them into a kiss. It was too late to turn back now, and it wasn’t unlikely her possessors would fight. The gemstone broke and flooded into them both, as Bly directed it’s connection between the both of them. Focus on me. He could only hope the thought went across. Bly reached deep into himself and began drawing out his own strength and soul, pouring it into hers. Time slowed as he felt through the ebbs of his spellwork, feeling for the darkness of presence demons possessed. It crept, lashing into him. Physically, he could feel it, pain lashing through his body. He felt himself losing. Of course, he could never have successfully measured the power he was facing until he felt it, and by now, it was too late. He rushed the torrent into them and felt the tremors in his body die. Close. The power filled into a wall. He couldn’t beat them, so he chose to blockade them. Bly hand released hers and he pulled away from the kiss. Sweat trickled from his brow down the curve of his face, the once bright starfire of the gem was faded, a lackluster taint coated the surface. He deftly held it in his hand, watching it crumble to ashen dust. He sighed and fell back in weakness, barely catching himself from falling from the bed. He felt a small spark inside, he could barely place it, but as of now, his soul was connected to hers. ”That was… somewhat… interesting.” His eyes were red and sore, his lungs felt riddled. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 23 2008, 05:49 AM Post #9 |
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Once again, he was making things sound rather easy and she envied him. He just strolled up in here, picked her up off the ground, and seemed hellbent on putting back all the pieces of her sanity in the right places. Seemed a lot to do for a woman who has tried to kill you multiple times, and the scheming part of her brain wanted to know what his incentive was. Bly seemed to be fairly well off, more than enough to buy a cheap whore, so it couldn't just be that he wanted to reap his pleasure and then leave her for dead. Or maybe he did, and he enjoyed playing mind games. The logical part of her brain denied that. He didn't seem like that sort of person. Despite being so close to him now, she rolled her eyes. "Bly, come to the rescue of maiden Astrid, all in a tumble with her skirts about her waist," she mimicked, before realizing she wouldn't mind that situation in the least, minus the rescue part. She never had been good at playing the damsel in distress, but it seemed that this time she was playing at all. Something cold and hard was shoved into her hand, and for a moment she was considering saying something obscene, before glancing down and seeing a star sapphire. There were few of them around and it was enough to make her gasp. ”Fear is natural; you’ll just have to trust me. I need you to help.” She shook her head, before looking around and then sighing. "Bly, I've lost my magic. I can help you, but not as much as you will like me to. Besides, it's going to feel like I'm fighting my own nature." It was too late, he was gone, and she closed her eyes and rested against him, feeling him shake. It felt like there was an internal battle going on inside of her, but she could hear his voice inside of her head and that made her feel a little better. He said to focus on him. Immediately memories were summoned from the depths of her mind; laughing, him kissing her, the night they'd spent together unwittingly, that morning. All sorts of things that she'd been holding hostage against her daemons. Her lips met his and danced. That fought against them, and they screeched and used what they could in their arsenal to keep both their mistress, and whoever the man was, from beating them into submission. They pulled up memories of a time when her father had either sent his steward to beat her, or didn't notice her of all. Her own body, hanging from a noose from the rafters; the night that her soul had 'died' and she had become the woman she was now. Endless hours of sacrifice, a knife against exposed skin, vulnerable and beautiful at the same time. Her scars burned, but she could feel them win, and that wasn't going to happen. Gritting her teeth together, she fought against them, though her cheeks were wet with tears she hadn't meant to spill. Finally, something happened. She felt ... quiet. He was quiet, though his chest heaved against her head, and he pulled away from the kiss that had been keeping them connected. There was silence, and she was evaluating her mental state, and who exactly it was in her brain. No one. She couldn't hear the voices- they were silent, silent. Quiet. As though they'd never existed. Examining her mental landscape, she could see a barrier that stank of Bly's white magic. Good against her evil. The evil inside of her, that was. They screeched and threw themselves against it, but they could not get through. ”That was… somewhat… interesting.” He swooned and she gently moved, though she was in no state to be taking care of him, and gently guided him down onto the pillow, supported by her lap as she curled her legs underneath her. "That was ... amazing," she breathed, and kissed him on the forehead and both cheeks, before taking his hand in hers. "I .. feel ..." She didn't know what she felt- but gods be blessed, she felt something. |
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| Ant | Dec 24 2008, 01:37 PM Post #10 |
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He felt horrible, physically. Bly hadn’t been anywhere near ready for that type of task, but he’d still taken it anyway. Cold and uncomfortable sweat felt like it slicked all over his body. It wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences, but he let her guide his ‘fall’ to the pillow and embraced the rest with pleasure. He was barely conscious of the area around him before his mind finally allowed him to snap to. One thing was for sure, he was glad he’d invested in the star sapphires. Though, thinking on it, he probably should’ve used several. Though that might have killed me, or her. ”Glad you enjoyed it.” He muttered. It was as much sincere as it was sarcastic. His free hand rested back on his forehead and ran through his hair, collecting every little droplet in the way. He felt like taking a very long nap, without any inclination to waking up for days. A deep breath accompanied him as he managed to regain enough balance to lift himself back to sitting. ”What now?” That was the burning question. He’d bought her, at least for now, freedom. And he wondered what she’d do with it. In truth he didn’t expect too much change. She was who she had decided to be—and he found it very doubtful he’d change that. It had become an accepted fact for him. Bly wondered if she’d bothered to come to same realization. Or is she going to start trying to tempt me again? He smiled crookedly and leaned forward to let his muscles stretch. ”I don’t suppose you’re interested in running about in an attempt to do ‘good’ in the world. He dropped onto his back again. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Dec 30 2008, 07:29 AM Post #11 |
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Her usually cold eyes were worried, and she shook her head and tried to bite back the panic. Was he sick? That had been quite a bit of magic he'd used, and Astrid wouldn't be able to forgive herself if it had lasting effects on him. She'd used some of her own energy, but nothing close to what he had exerted on her behalf. "That's some powerful magic, and those sapphires were only half of it. If I had made him a foe, then I might have been evenly matched, for the first time in a long time," she thought to herself, studying him. One idle hand stroked his forehead, almost in a tender way. She rolled her eyes, and smiled. "I never said I enjoyed it. It wasn't exactly 'fun', and it wasn't fun for you either. I'm sorry .. it took so long. You should get some rest," Astrid's voice softened at the last minute, and she almost scolded herself for being a mushy girl. Just because he'd helped her, and there was a chance that she loved him, didn't mean that she could lose her head. He was still dangerous- everyone was dangerous. She just trusted him a little bit more than she trusted everyone else. What now? That was a valid question. And a good one. She didn't have an answer. She couldn't abandon her guild. They needed her just as much as she had needed them for her own ends. She couldn't disappear -or maybe she could. Maybe she would drop off the edge of the earth for a while, become someone different. Astrid knew that her future was more open than it ever had been, but that scared her. Before, she had always known what to do, not because she wanted to do it, but because that was what They told her to do. Now ... with her daemon's contained, she had no clue what to do with herself. She could do anything. Everything. At the moment, she just wanted to feel his arms around her, and maybe even sleep. ”I don’t suppose you’re interested in running about in an attempt to do ‘good’ in the world. Her smile was wry and sad. No. That wasn't an option. "I think it would do me good to hide for a bit. Lay low and figure out some things that were clouded by judgment that wasn't my own. Maybe I'll travel a bit. You have your own life. I have to get mine straight. Unless ... there is something you want me to do?" |
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| Ant | Jan 2 2009, 12:40 PM Post #12 |
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Bly chuckled. It hadn’t been what you’d consider a good date, but it was something that had to be done. Truthfully he was glad to have one less burden off of his shoulders, and one less thing to worry about for the moment. He was happy to give himself a rest; something he hadn’t done in quite some time. While he stewed in his own thoughts and small feelings of triumph, he awaited her answer, which was so positively neutral he could glean just as much information off of watching a blade of grass. Whatever her future intentions were she certainly wasn’t one to divulge. At least it seemed she was in for some retrospective thinking. As to where Astrid would go he hadn’t the faintest clue. He doubted he’d see her in some time from this night, and felt… depressed? Maybe I’m due for some similar thinking. I haven’t travelled for the sake of travelling in quite some time. It might be good to get my feet back on the road for no other reason than to see the land. He sighed and sat upwards. ”Something for me?” He wasn’t quite sure what she could do for him right now. A ‘thank you’ would have been appropriate, but he’d taken her to be such without the requirement of saying it considering how much pride she had. ”Something…” Well, he was still a boy, and a few things crossed his mind. We’re it not for his own common sense he probably would’ve blurted out a few suggestions quite liable to get him slapped. A mischievous grin crossed his face. ”Another kiss would do… and a night beside you.” He moved closer towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist, his other hand caressed her cheek. His grin faded to a small smirk. Bly realized he could care less what happened tomorrow, he was just fine right here. |
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