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| Darius | Jul 1 2009, 03:43 AM Post #1 |
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When he came to, all he heard was the crashing of waves. A steady, repeated sound. Second, he felt the damp, warm sand against the side of his face. Realization hit him and his eyes flicked open. For miles all he saw were beaches. Nobody was around. He was not on the ship anymore. Grunting, he pushed his arms under him and lifted himself up and then to sit. His clothes, or rather what was left of them, were soaked. He must have just washed ashore. Maybe. Squinting around, he saw that the sun was low in the sky. Was it rising or setting? He could not tell. His directions were confused. Picking a glob of seaweed from him pants, he sighed. It figured. Honestly, who expects a safe travel on a ship full of pirates? Only him. Tilting his head down, he stared that the utter bareness of his belt. They stole everything. All his trinkets, all his coin. He felt rather peeved about that. His coin being his only good friend. Such a great relationship they had, she could not wait to part ways. Darius felt bitter and angry as he stood, attempting to brush the sand from his long hair. Of course, it did not work. He really needed a bath. Not in a "I smell bad" sort of way, just a "I feel gritty and disgusting" kind of way. How feminine of him. He felt disgusted. "So... where exactly am I? Obviously not where I intended..." He muttered to himself, gazing around. On the horizon opposite of the sun, he saw a towering mass of... something. From where he stood and the angle, he could not really tell. He stared walking. Every now and then he stepped into a bit of sand that made him nearly trip. He was too exhausted to care though about how clumsy and most definitely not terrifying he appeared. What a good start, he thought to himself sarcastically. Hopefully there is not anyone hiding in the trees.. watching me until I fall so that they may spread the rumor... Darius is a clumsy fool! He grumbled, kicking a crab that was scuttling across the sands. It landed with a quiet splash in the ocean. As he drew near, he realized what the massive structure was: a ship. A half sunken, beached ship. He stopped mid-step and stared. It was huge and looked very old. He felt, at most, impressed. If this were Avalon, then he was already getting a good feeling. The first thing you saw when you stepped foot on Avalon, oh King Darius? He would grin, a brilliant and bright smile, and reply: Why it was a curious sight, but a large half sunken ship! He chuckled to himself. It took a lot longer then he expected to get to the boat. Perhaps, four falls on his face and an hour later, he was boarding it's deck. He felt odd getting on a boat again, remembering the betrayal the pirates had dealt. His stomach churned at the thought and he swore then, that he'd retrieve his stuff and slaughter those pathetic men if it were the last thing he did. "Are you lost, sir?" The voice came from his right and he turned his head to stare at the short, young female. Her ears were pointed. Elf. Interesting. "A bit," he admitted. "Where exactly am I?" She smiled and scurried over to him, not appearing at all afraid, which irked him a bit until he remember what a shoddy state he was in. "You're on the Isle of Mist... and this is Elindel!" "Elindel? You mean.. this is a city?" He gazed around, baffled, before turning his gaze back to the girl. She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes silly! But it's below!" She exclaimed, motioning for him to follow. With a shrug, and a feeling that he knew he had to, he followed the girl as he led her to some place unknown. |
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| Alosia | Jul 1 2009, 05:06 AM Post #2 |
what it means to burn
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She sat at the counter, her hood and elbows up... the glass half full, her eyes half lid. She felt nauseous. The ship was not even moving, either. The bar tender glared at her from the far left behind the counter. She had been sitting there for hours nursing her, now up to fourth, drink. Maybe I should stop drinking, she thought when a sip of the fiery ale just made her feel more sick. As if that is what she needed. To vomit all over the counter and be forced to clean it up. It happened before when she visited an elven colony. Again in search of her elusive bastard-making mother. Sighing, she gulped the rest of the drink down and pulled some coin from her purse to leave on the counter. Slipping from the stool, she walked across the room, feeling lop sided as if - again - the boat were moving. It was just her nerves and the alcohol running through her blood though. She nearly tripped over a crack in the floor and heard what sounded like in her ears, a barrage of laughter. Laughing stalk, the freaking town idiot stumbling around drunkedily. It seemed surreal how low her life was after knowing the highest riches life could buy. God, did she miss her grandmother. The mean old hag was the only good family she had. Bitterness sweeping through her, she stumled through the streets, quite preturbed by the lack of sunlight due to the city being in a god damned boat. She felt ill again, at the thought of a boat and turned sharply to her left, tripping and fall on her face in an ally. She turned her head, opened her mouth, and promptly released her bowls onto the wooden floor. Maybe it would drip down to the floor below. She snickered at the thought and moved over an inch or two so she could not smell the vomit any longer. She lay there for several minutes, until her vision cleared and the world stopped spinning, and then slowly and carefully made her way back onto her feet and away from her offending waste. Wandering the streets, she wondered if maybe should she leap from the crow's nest into the crashing waves below. Edited by Alosia, Jul 1 2009, 05:06 AM.
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| Darius | Jul 1 2009, 05:41 AM Post #3 |
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The girl led him down into the bowels of the ship. There, he was mystified. People actually did live inside the boat. They had created houses and businesses and seemed to exist in a fairly peaceful environment. He was sure he was not getting the whole story. He found it odd, though, that nearly the whole population appeared to be elves. Where he was from there were not any elven colonies. In fact, it was pretty much a dying race, which made his mother's lineage such a rare and gossiped about thing. He frowned as he thought back to all the talk and crap he got for months when somebody found out his mother was a night elf. How that was more shocking then the fact his father was a demon, he didn't know. Soon, they were walking right into a building without Darius even realizing. He was staring with much fascination around him, trying not to look so painfully intrigued when gazing upon the elves. He didn't catch the name of the place he entered, but when he looked around, he knew. It was some sort of Inn. Not many people were about in the bar area and the girl led him right up to the counter. "Daddy, I found this man wandering around up deck... he's all wet. I don't think he has any money." Darius tried not to glare at the girl and her presumptuousness. He turned, instead, his gaze on the man the girl spoke to. He stood tall, and very proud. And he stared at him very intensely. "He seems alright... I guess..." The man said to his daughter and the girl smiled and scurried away. Now Darius was addressed: "One time deal, bud. I'm too easily swayed by my daughter. Twice now in the past week I've given handouts. I will give you some dry, clean clothes... a place to bathe... a warm meal... a few coin... and then send you on your way before my other moocher returns and you think you can get more out of me because of how I treat her." He sighed a bit and motioned for Darius to follow. The two men went to a door at the far end of the room and then up a pair of stairs. "Everything is in here. I'll have our cook whip up a meal. Until then, don't be a bother," he said, exasperated. Darius nodded, perplexed and extremely grateful for the man's generosity. He felt, at least somewhat, glad he wasn't known in this land. Or else he would have been walking around in soggy britches until they dried. Stepping into the room, he was surprised by the simple elegance. The one window looked out on the flame-lit streets. Once the door was shut, he immediately stripped naked and went for the shower. Ah, such soothing warm water. |
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| Alosia | Jul 2 2009, 09:38 AM Post #4 |
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The ocean stood out forever it seemed, dropping off at the equally as blue horizon. It was almost midday. Alosia had wandered and found herself to the deck of the ship and she leaned against a rail, staring out in almost complete oblivion. Her head was pounding, but staring out at all that water... it just made her feel better. It started at her toes and worked it's way slowly up. A tingling, warm sensation... similar to the alcohol that started from her throat down, but a much more pleasant feeling. She had forgotten about that, how much better the water was to the alcohol. With a sigh, Alosia pushed off from the railing and stepped back a few meters to stare up the mast at the crow's nest and past it to the blue sky where a few fluffy white clouds settled. What if she were to just stay here? Stay here in this strange boat city until the reaper took her? All thoughts she had previous of throwing herself into the waves vanished as the water had a profoundly sobering effect on her. When the alcohol was all but gone from her system, she stood still for just a moment longer before wandering back into the bowels of the ship. The darkness below was strange and it took her eyes a second to adjust. When you really looked at it, it was quite amazing. A city in a boat. Houses in a boat. And not just straight shacks... there were two story building. There was a fountain at the center of a very strange, fake garden. She made a beeline straight to the Inn she would been staying at for a few days now. And getting plastered at. She grimaced, remembering how much disappointment just radiated from John, the bar tender. Him and his daughter had been so good to her. It was out of pity, but still. It was a free place to stay as long as she felt she needed it. And maybe... she would get a job and pay him for the room. And never travel again. The Inn was so inviting. She entered it, ignoring the disgusted looks of the occupants, who had saw he stumble out of the place not an hour ago completely hammered. Alosia trudged up the stairs, feeling relaxed. She felt calm, like she had not in years. Yes, that is what she would do. Get a steady, daily job. And just stay in Elindel. Once she reached her floor, a wonderful smell wafted from one of the rooms. She passed by it, not thinking to stop, but then out of curiosity... she stopped. She was hungry. It seemed unlikely that a stranger would share, and she did not expect them to, she just wondered what it is they ate. Stepping back to the door, she rapped on it three times and waiting. If there was not an answer by the time she got to ten, she would go back to her room. One, two, three... |
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| Darius | Jul 4 2009, 09:14 AM Post #5 |
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Stepping out of the shower, Darius stared at himself in the mirror and grinned slightly. He worked hard to get his body as nice as it was. It was a shame there was not anyone he could... share it with. Grabbing the town from it rack, she rubbed her hair dry and wrapped the towel around his waste. Stepping out into the room, he was hit by a cold breeze and sighed at the pleasantness of it. "Ahh..." Well... what now? He paced the room a second and then sat on the bed. His stomach rumbled and he poked the hardened muscle. He had not felt so hungry in a while. Damn those pirates. Damn them to hell! He felt suddenly angry thinking of all the items they stole from him. God, he did not want to start over... because that was such a hard thing to do, but it looked like he would have to. Someone knocked three times on the door and then the door swung open. A petite, pretty girl walked in carrying a large silver tray. Three plates and a mug sat on it, including silverware. She smiled at him, a faint blush on her on her cheeks. "It's well... chicken and potatoes, mashed, and some veggies," she said in a voice so low he could barely hear it. With a nod and a smile, the girl was dismissed and she scurried from the room, shutting the door behind her. Darius stared at the shut door for several minutes before turning to look at the food. It looked very good for being from an Inn in the middle of nowhere. Lifting, the mug... he smelled the liquid and his lips twitched. It burned his nose, some sort of alcohol. Normally, he did not drink... he found the whole alcoholism thing very weak, but currently... he felt he needed some sort of relaxation and since he could not find anybody to relieve the tension... the alcohol would have to do. Sipping the liquid, he made a face, but continued to drink it. Setting the mug down, he scooped a bit of the mashed potatoes and ate it. The hunger was getting to him. He was about to shovel a second spoonful in when someone knocked on the door again. Frowning, he waited a second and when it did not open on it's own... he scowled. Putting the spoon down, he scooted off the bed and walked heavily towards the door. Who the hell was it? Grumbling, he yanked open the door. The tall girl standing on the other side startled. She looked as though she were about to walk away, but him opening the door stopped her. He stared. She was very interesting looking and her large eyes stared with a bit of shock at him. "Uhm... hello? What do you want?" He winced after he spoke, not meaning to sound as rude as he did. |
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| Alosia | Jul 4 2009, 12:24 PM Post #6 |
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..four, five, six, seven, eight... Alosia started walking away, not feeling the need to even finish counting when suddenly the door yanked open and she jumped. She stared in utter shock at the man who answered. All he wore was a towel around his waist and his dark hair appeared a bit damp. She felt sick staring at him. Why did she knock on the door? She did not forget... No, yes she did. Staring blankly, she barely heard his almost rude sounding question. Pouting, she put a hand on her hip and cleared her throat. "I uhm... well..." She trailed off. Since when did anyone make her feel so stupid? Food! You knocked about the smell, you idiot! "Food!" She smacked herself in the forehead. "I'm sorry... I just smelled the food and wondered what it was, but now I feel very stupid, so I'm going to leave." She said all that very fast and turned to head back down the hall. She hoped she did not seem rude, but then... she did not care suddenly. He was rude in his greeting, so it really could not have mattered if she were. She had not seen the man before. Maybe that was what struck her so harshly, maybe that was why she turned into a babbling idiot? Had she become that comfortable in the two weeks on the ship city that she actually was shocked by someone new? How sad. How pathetic. Alosia stopped in her step and rubbed her eyebrows. Turning swiftly around, she stood in front of the man again and stuck out her hand. "My name is Alosia. I'm four doors down. When did you get here?" She tried to calm herself down. She hated feeling so out of it. It made her want a bit of alcohol again, but she pushed the feeling away. She had just sobered up. She just came to the realization that the ocean was a so much better intoxication then the liquor. She just decided that maybe, just maybe, she had a new place to stay, a new home. Home. Her knees felt a bit weak at the thought. She did not think she ever had that much of a home. Shaking her head, to rid of her thoughts, she turned her gaze on the shirtless man, awaiting his response. |
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| Darius | Jul 4 2009, 12:46 PM Post #7 |
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He stared in amusement at the girl. He still had it. Why did he think he lost it? Well, perhaps it was because he had not had time for a lover or anything of that sort. And also most women he attempted to speak to back in his homeland pretty much despised him. It is fairly hard to find loving when everyone hates you. The woman pouted and it stirred him. God, it was very sexy. And it was such a feeling he missed not having a stranger not even want to talk to him. Maybe he really would not try and start his cult again. No, he had to. End of story. "No it's..." She cut him off with her rambling and promptly spun around and stalked away. Confused, he gazed at her retreating form. She had a nice ass, as well. Her shirt, that was loose, did nothing towards flattery, but those pants were very tight and form-fitting. He suddenly knew that, even if he had to force it, he would have this woman. It had been a long time and hopefully his flirting skills were still up to par. The girl suddenly stopped and turned back around. Darius watched her return with a baffled expression on his face. She put off a slightly crazy aura. Perhaps it was not the best idea to get involved with her? She jutted her hand out to him and he took it and shook it as she introduced herself and mentioned where she was staying. He squinted at her a moment before replying. "My name is Darius. You are not stupid, and I washed up on shore earlier today, or at least that's when I woke up," he said, letting go of her hand. Stepping aside, so that she may see the food on the bed, she grinned slightly. "And you may join me if you wish. I am not that terribly hungry," he lied. "Anyway, I am sure I can see about getting some more if I really am needed it." He paused. He put on the most seductive smile he could muster and leaned in the doorway. She had not rejected him so far. Perhaps, despite how terrible a way he arrived in Avalon, tonight would be his lucky night? |
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| Alosia | Jul 4 2009, 01:10 PM Post #8 |
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She felt relieved when he took her hand and pumped it gently up and down. So, Darius? She had never heard such a name, but never mind. He was offering her food, though she knew very well she could easily get some from downstairs. She could see from the now open doorway that it was the chicken and mashed potato meal. She had had it before and it was quite yummy. Turning her gaze back to Darius, Alosia smiled slightly. He had a nice face, kind almost, but his dark green eyes. Something lurked behind them and she could tell by them that he was much older then he appeared. Of course, he had some elf in him, though he did not look completely pure. His ears were pointed and he had the fine bone structure of an elf, but his eyes were very off. She could not tell either way. Most of the elves in Elindel were of one type of elf or were very easily distinguished as mostly one type. He offered to share his food. How odd. I guess I don't appear as... drudgery as I feel. She thought her clothing very unflattering. She felt she needed a shower. That was one thing she was going to do once she got back to her room. Shower and get some fresh clothes. Being drunk for several days, you tend to forget simple basic hygiene. Twisting her hands together, she gazed past him at the food again, and felt a bit guilty in wanting to reject his kind offer. Ok, so she would indulge him. Eat a few bites, speak to him for a bit, and leave to take a shower. With a nod, she stepped past him into the room. It still smelled faintly like soap, but the food was almost over powering. "I'll take you up on that offer, Darius... though I don't expect to stay too long," she said pleasantly and took a seat gently on the bed. She turned her gaze to him. "Well... are you going to join me or just stand there until nightfall?" With a smirk, she cuts a small piece off the meat and stuck it in her mouth. While chewing, she eyes the alcohol and resisted. |
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| Darius | Jul 4 2009, 01:31 PM Post #9 |
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Scratching his chest, he smiled at the pretty, pale girl and felt immediately relieved when she agreed to join him for dinner. His stomach growled softly and he hoped she did not hear. He did want to share, honest, but he was very hungry. He did not want her to see him suddenly as a liar. Clearing his throat immediately after, he hoped that sufficed in covering it up. She rushed past him into the room, a strong smell of liquor following her. He frowned. She did not appear drunk at all, not even a bit tipsy. Just off. And did not everyone act a bit off sometimes? Everyone was entitled to that, at least every now and then. She sat easily on the bed and took a piece off his chicken. It was a dainty piece and he wondered if he had to worry at all about there not being food left for him. Stepping back into his temporary room, he shut the door firmly behind him. He wished there were a lock, but alas there was not. Which baffled him a bit. Why exactly would an Inn's room not have a lock? Was that not unsafe? Or was that not a worry here? If it were like that, it would be so easy for him to take over. Or rather, introduce people to the glory and understanding that is him and his way. In his homeland he had called them Haijen. It meant all powerful in some ancient demon language he found in a book his father had. He stared at Alosia seated on his bed and went off a bit into dreamland. She stood, very slowly and setting the silverware down as she did so. With an almost naughty grin on her face, she tucked her fingers under the hem of her shirt lifting it over her head with ease revealing her stunning chest and smooth stomach. Hooking her finger at him, she beckoned her towards him while she slowly and seductively pushed her skin tight pants down... Darius sighed and shook his head. The image of the beautiful girl naked before him dissipated and replacing it was the fully clothed version, staring at him holding a fork and knife. "So uhm..." And suddenly he realized something were very wrong. Glancing down, he cursed. "Oh hell!" He turned quickly to hide what had popped up behind the towel, but he knew she saw. He clutched the side of the towel as it was trying to slip it's way down. Embarrassed, he quickly tried to make conversation, willing the thing down. Not now! "So err... how long have you... been here?" Edited by Darius, Jul 4 2009, 01:47 PM.
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| Alosia | Jul 4 2009, 01:52 PM Post #10 |
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Darius shut the door firmly and she held the fork of meat in her mouth for a second, lost in thought. He seemed nice... but was he? Was it all just a guise? She did not need to deal with anything like fighting for her life tonight... not just after having figuring out that life was not as terrible as she had felt it was. Who cared about finding her mother? Screw her. She watched him carefully as she took another bite of meat and then a small spoonful of the chunky mashed potatoes. While swallowing, she nearly choked on her food. He had a boner. She stared at it in shock before he turned swiftly around and started babbling. Alosia burst out laughing, but then immediately shut herself up... hoping she did not offend or hurt his ego or something along those lines. He was ignoring, so she attempted to do the same. "Well... I've been here a few weeks... Just... doing nothing in particular," she paused and set the spoon done. Taking a breath in and letting it out slowly, she started again awkwardly. "So... You... Washed up on shore? How does that happen? Where did you come from?" Before he could answer though, there were three brisk knocks on the door and it swung inward. John, the bar tender entered. He held a wad of cash and was holding it out to Darius, but his arm dropped and he quickly averted his eyes from Darius to swivel to Alosia. "What are you doing here with... him?" He questioned, with suspicion. Alosia smiled, trying to convince him with that one gesture that nothing was going on. "I was just hungry..." She said quietly and John sighed. "If you were hungry, you know you can come to the kitchen." He sighed and turned his attention to Darius, keeping his gaze strictly head high. "Now, I'd like you to take this cash and leave. I don't want you taking advantage of this girl... as you're so clearly trying to do." He thrust the cash at the man and Alosia laughed softly. "John... it's ok," Alosia tried to convince him. "I don't want him in this room anymore. If you want to take him to your room... I can't stop you, but I'd ask you not to." He paused. "I've got a bad feeling about this one." Dropping the cash on the floor, he turned and stormed from the room. Alosia frowned. "Well... I'm sorry about that... he's..." She trailed off, not really being able to explain John's actions. He had never acted like that before. Edited by Alosia, Jul 4 2009, 01:52 PM.
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| Darius | Jul 4 2009, 02:26 PM Post #11 |
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She laughed. She laughed at him. She cut it out pretty fast, but it made him a bit angry. Who dares laugh at him? Scowling, he was about to turn and tell her off, but the door burst open and in came a man. It was the man from earlier how had given him the room and food. He appeared angry and after several words between him and Alosia, he basically said he needed to leave, threw a wad of cash at him, and then stormed away. Darius stood perfectly still, watching the angry man go in confusion. Well, that had successfully rid of his hardness. Squating, he scooped up the cash and walked over to where his clothes were. With a groan, he realized that they were still wet from when he washed them... to get the sand out of course. Turning to Alosia, he addressed her previous questions first. "Well, I was aboard a pirate ship and they felt it was a good idea to steal everything on me and toss me overboard." He paused and grimaced. "I will get it all back eventually." Crumbling all the clothes up, he held them and walked over to Alosia. "So... are we going back to your room, or should I try and find somewhere to stay with what little cash you rude friend there gave me?" Trying not to appear as irritated by the whole situation as he was, Darius smiled slightly. "And despite what he said... I haven't really intended to do... well... not much of anything. At least not without your permission," he lied. |
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| Alosia | Jul 5 2009, 06:42 AM Post #12 |
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Alosia quirked an eyebrow at the man. Such an odd, up front person. Shrugging her shoulder and shaking her head, she stood and picked up the tray of food. "I'm not sure why exactly, but I trust you.. a bit," she paused and walked over to the door, slipping out through the crack. Stopping, she turned slightly to stare at the man in the towel. Darius had an almost fake smile plastered across his face and she frowned. Could he make it any less obvious? What was wrong with her... agreeing to let this man come into her room? Well... at least then if he were to try anything, it would be her turf and she would have the house advantage. "And by the way... He's not rude. For some reason, he's taken to me. I can't imagine why anyone would. I'm a bit of a drunk..." She trailed off. "Well... If we don't eat this food here soon, it's going to get cold." Balancing the tray on one hand, she dug in her cloak for her room's key and managing to grasp it, she unlocked the door and dropped it back in it pocket. Opening the door, she nearly dropped the tray, but managed to get it partly open... nudging it the rest of the way with her hip. Her room smelt a bit musky. When was the last time she'd been in it? The bed was made and everything was very orderly. Her room was bigger then the room Darius was in previously and it had more furniture in it. She felt embarrassed about the obvious special treatment. Setting the tray on her desk, she nosed around the room for a bit and found what she figured was there-a drawer of men's clothes. They looked about the right size, but of course since he got a rise on she had not been looking directly at him or anything. Turning, she called back out the door: "Well? Come on, Darius!" And she hoped to all that was good that she was not making a terrible mistake. Because if she were, she would most definitely have to go back to the liquor. |
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| Darius | Jul 5 2009, 07:07 AM Post #13 |
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He watched as she shrugged her shoulder daintily, the gesture pulling her shirt tight against her breasts for a second, and as she scooped the tray up gracefully and headed towards the door. She spoke of trusting him. He had to keep from laughing. He trusted that she could not do anything to stop him even if he did try. He trusted that tonight he would be getting something he had been craving for years. Her trusting him? It was a tragedy and he was almost willing to tell her not to. But he did not. Why ruin a perfectly good thing? That bit of trust was all he needed to get to her. Oh, and he had not forgotten about her laughing. There would be time to make her beg for forgiveness about that gesture. He could not help but smile. Perhaps he would keep her. Then, once he started taking over, he would always have a woman when everyone else despised him. As she went into the hall, she spoke again. He barely heard her, clearly catching the last bit as he neared the door and he sighed. "A drunk? You do not appear to be so. You are rather lovely," he almost purred trying to sound as seductive as possible. Glancing down at the food she held, he remembered slightly that he had once been hungry, but that hunger had long since died and replaced with a kind... similar, but not exactly the same. His mother would be so disappointed. "I am coming, Alosia... Do not worry about the food getting cold. It will be eaten quick enough," he half murmured the last bit hoping she did not catch the double meaning behind it. The room she had was much bigger then the one they were in previously. It was decorated, had more furniture, and most importantly... a king sized bed. The room smelled as though it had not been used in a while though. Darius shut the door behind him, noticing as he did that she pulled a drawer open on the dresser by the bathroom door. As he inched closer he saw there were clean, dry clothes that would most likely fit him. His chest clenched at the sweetness of the gesture, but he pushed the odd emotion aside. Dropping his damp clothes on the ground, he dug out some that looked decent, and keeping his back to her, he changed. "Let us eat... and perhaps you could call for some more drink? I have nearly finished my own." Edited by Darius, Jul 5 2009, 07:08 AM.
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| Alosia | Jul 5 2009, 07:22 AM Post #14 |
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Alosia felt her face grow hot as she listened to his remarks about her being... lovely of all the words and him easily dressing in front of her. What ever happened to modesty? There was no way this near stranger felt that comfortable in front of her. It appeared Darius had no shame, though he did have an exquisite body. Just great. Alosia was getting that strange feeling she only recalled having once before when she were a child. She asked her grandmother, the only one who would give it to her straight, and the old woman said that because of her age, the feeling were just a crush, but if she were a few years older the feeling would also mean a bit of lust, of want. She did not understand that comment before, not fully, until that moment. She shook her head, trying to make herself appear calm and nonchalant as the man turned around, fully clothed in crisp, black garb. All the black brought out his eyes so well and they looked so intense and vibrant... she could barely look away. With mention of drink, she managed to. Staring down into the half empty mug, she bit her lip and scrunched her eyebrows in thought. Was that a good idea? If he felt he could get her drunk and take advantage of her, which seemed very obvious that was what he intended... she did just mention she were a bit of a drunk, then he would be sorely disappointed. It took forever for her to even feel tipsy, her tolerance was so high. Pulling a second chair from across the room, Alosia pushed it next to the desk and first chair. Sitting, she glanced at him a moment more before looking down at the food. Her stomach growled and she went straight for the meat. It was not as filling as the potatoes, but she felt she lacked the protein from a diet consisting of fiery rum and pretzels. "I will eat this all, just so you know," she spoke after swallowing a mouthful. "Also, I'm not so very lovely. What a strange thing to say. Never has that been used in reference to me." She bit her lip to shut herself up. Word vomit. She did not need that. She did not need to divulge her personal, screwed up past. She did not need to scare this man off, or did she? She still felt so odd and on the fence about the whole situation. Trust was so hard to come by. |
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| Darius | Jul 5 2009, 07:53 AM Post #15 |
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Darius sighed. One of those girls. Alosia was one of those needy girls. Whether she realized she was or not. He suddenly wondered what had happened to her. She obviously did not think very highly of herself, which was why she denied his compliment, but then... he was so tired of girls doing that. Half the time he was not sure if they were just putting on an act to get attention. It did not appear she was, but he could not be sure. Women were very confusing sometimes. She offered him the seat beside her. Taking a moment to brush some creases from his new pants, Darius thought about the whole situation. Was this girl really a girl he wanted to take advantage of? Or course he was going to have her either way, but would his want to not actually hurt her force him to draw everything out longer then he wanted just to get one thing? He tried not to make a face when he realize that he honestly did not want to her Alosia. Not in a violent, mindless kind of way at least. And that he may actually want more then just her body for tonight. Why was he attracted to her? It was an emotion fairly new to him. He suddenly felt sick. This could ruin everything. All his plans for Avalon, everything. My god, this is quite a twist... He stared at her, at her long hair and her slender fingers that held the fork that she used to eat. Her cheeks flushed, a pretty sign of her embarrassment. Despite her reeking of alcohol and admitting she were an alcoholic, he did not feel any resentment as he usually did. He usually felt immediately put off by such weak habits in people, not wanting to get close to them at all. Probably something to do with a bad habit sending quite a few people in his family to their early graves. But with her, nothing. Nothing but longing and other strange things he could not quite place into words. Perhaps this were destined? He was not much a believer in such things, thinking you ruled your own future, but he also could not help but think how much a coincidence their whole situation was. Of all the beaches in all the world, he washed up on one where a beautiful girl waited. "You are lovely, Alosia... And I do not want to hear you say any different. End of story," he demanded as he easily took a seat next to her. Being so close to her, he could just barely smell the sweetness beneath the liquor. A realization suddenly hit him. She was obviously the girl the bar tender spoke of when he first was brought into the Inn. Another uncannily odd coincidence. "If you do not want any more alcohol in here, that is fine." He lifted the mug and gulped the rest of the fiery liquid down. His eyes teared a bit and he sniffed. "It is gone." He said with a smile. "So... why are you here in..." He paused a second, trying to remember what the little girl called it. "...Elindel?" |
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