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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 13:14:38 GMT -5
( don't worry, when things get deleted the last thing you want to do is rewrite it all perfectly. I get it. )
Damien nodded. As he'd expected, then. At least he'd never been locked up. But he supposed to fulfil his father's wishes, that would be impossible. Nobody learned how to kill in their bedroom, no matter how spacious said bedroom was. He'd spent relatively little time in his father's mansion, actually, and he was grateful for it.
She mentioned fun and he scoffed. "I don't know if you're aware," he said, glancing to her again. "But I'm an assassin. We don't have fun. The extent of our fun is murder. I don't know if you're gathered, but it's not that entertaining." He was stone-faced as he said this, giving no hint that it was a joke. It wasn't. He was sure that if he wanted to, he could easily slow down, take breaks, and still make more than enough money to live in comfort. But the moment he did, he'd get questions and threats from home. Are you trying to weasel your way out of the life we planned for you? It will get you killed faster than running into a blade.
He shot her a warning glare as she suggested entertaining herself by irritating him. "Neither of us will find that amusing, I'm sure," he replied. His brows furrowed deeply as he considered what she might have meant. What, exactly, would messing with him entail? Was it something she'd regret or simply something that would be a thorn in his side for the duration of her time with him?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 14:01:22 GMT -5
Alice didn't expect him to give such a retort. Especially when she didn't really even mention what kind of fun. There were many kinds of fun she can think of but if he assumed they would be stopping wherever she pleased, he was very wrong. Alice wasn't that inconsiderate to people's schedules. "Well then..." she muttered. Before flinching slightly at his glare.
She looked at him up and down warily before facing back towards the woods again. "You do understand I don't expect this to be a vacation right?" She huffed. Alice wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but she knew that much. Alice wouldn't have much fun watching people die, and would most likely close her eyes and cover her ears as it happens. She wasn't desensitized to it unlike some people.
Alice pursed her lips, and braced herself on the inside for his retort. If he felt like using one anyway. This was merely day one and Damien was probably already sick of speaking with her. She understood the feeling, her maid got aggravated with her when she asked too many questions. In which Alice's typical response was 'it's not my fault I'm curious'. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 14:35:56 GMT -5
Damien sighed, his frustration practically tangible. "No, I understand that. I think you're more than aware of the fact that I've killed enough people to lose count. I think the only reason you haven't tried to fight back yet is because you know it would get you killed, and I think you're holding your words back for the same reason. You're afraid of me, or of death, which is to be expected. You should be. You strike me as reckless but I don't think you're a fool.
"But I think that you forget that you're no freer now than you were when you were closed in back at your castle. You have not suddenly upgraded from a prisoner in your own home to a traveller. You say that you had guards breathing down your neck before? I just took their place. You didn't leave your room? Guess what? I have those as well, and I'm certain you'll be spending most of your time there. The only difference is that your guards, your family, they were all trying to protect you. But I protect myself before anyone else. I stopped having fun when I realised it would get me killed, and I'll find a way to get rid of you if you ever threaten my wellbeing in a similar way."
He sounded frustrated, but there was no sharpness in his tone as he spoke. This wasn't a warning or a sharp retort, it was genuinely information he thought she'd missed. "I'm not a fun person to be around. You can only see so much before entertainment becomes the least of your worries. If you wish to entertain yourself, then by all means. Ask questions, if you'd like, maybe you'll manage not to ask a question I refuse to answer. Or come up with a game you can play on the road. Steal a book to read. But I don't have fun. Don't expect me to be your source of amusement."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 14:39:58 GMT -5
( oh, and a quick question. I know you said you wouldn't have time to help, but do you think you'd be able to read through the rp here? it would be a huge help, but don't worry if you can't. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 15:46:33 GMT -5
Alice's cheeks were starting to turn red from her anger, they did that often around extended family who ignored her. She clenched her fists, "My family? Protect me? You don't them very well then. I'm a mistake, I'm an embarrassment, I'm just trouble. They don't want to protect me, they want to keep me out of trouble. Because they think I will cause it wherever I tread, but for me to die? That would make them look bad. They want to send me off to marry someone else to help them. Not only for an alliance but they don't want me near their household. Who would want me anywhere near them right?" She glared at him, "You seem to have the same train of thought. After all, I am a mistake to you. I'm just an unfinished job." Alice moved in front of Damien and blocked his path.
She narrowed her eyes and pointed to where Damien kept his knife sheathed. "Go ahead and do it then. Save us both some trouble." She dropped her hand to her side. And looked him in the eye. Her own brown eyes were deep with thought but sparked with anger. Her cheeks were still red and her jaw was clenched.
If there was one thing Alice couldn't stand, it was being belittled and insulted. Even if it wasn't a direct insult, Alice took it as one. You could call it over sensitivity or twisting someone's words, but Alice didn't think so. She was just fuming. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 15:47:30 GMT -5
( oh, and a quick question. I know you said you wouldn't have time to help, but do you think you'd be able to read through the rp here? it would be a huge help, but don't worry if you can't. ) {Yeah sure thing. Sorry, my mom and I were talking for a while about our moving situation}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 15:53:35 GMT -5
( oh, no worries! I had some things to do anyway! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 16:12:58 GMT -5
{it looks good!} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 16:14:01 GMT -5
( ahhh, good! I feel like I wrote too much I always write too much, oops so did it feel tedious to get through?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 16:16:08 GMT -5
{not at all! It was just enough.
and I replied if you missed it (cuz I miss things right in front of my face)} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 16:18:31 GMT -5
( perfect, thank you. it should be going up later tonight, I think. and I totally did, sorry! I'll get to it now. )
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 16:32:19 GMT -5
Damien watched carefully, appearing unphased by this sudden display of anger. He looked down to his knife and then back up at Alice before bringing it out and holding it tightly in his hand. He frowned, but didn't move, staying perfectly still instead. He met Alice's gaze steadily; he would not allow his thoughts to show on his face. Not these. He stood there for several more, drawn out seconds. Then, he sheathed it again and walked around her.
"No, thanks for the offer, though. I've already told you, if you wish to die by my hand you'll need to earn death. I wish it weren't the case, it would save me so much trouble, but I can't." He looked down at his hands to find them shaking and quickly tightened them into fists to hide it.
He knew why he felt like his entire being was being shaken. The last time somebody had turned rage against him hadn't ended well nor had the time before it. After enough punishment caused by anger, you began to associate pain with it. That didn't make it any easier on him to feel this way, weak to his own psychology.
Alice had lashed out, but she had not touched him. That was good, he could hide it still. He felt physically weak but he didn't need to show it. "Come on. We're leaving. I don't care how angry you are, I need to sleep."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 16:50:16 GMT -5
Ignored yet again. When would she ever learn no one would listen to her, that no matter how loud she spoke up or what words she used that no one would take her seriously? Nothing will change for her, she had to admit he was right when he said nothing would change for her. She hasn't gone up or down. It was useless to fight, to argue. She can say as she pleases but in the end, Alice was only kidding herself.
Alice followed behind him, with no other choice. Except, she stayed a few paces behind him on purpose. "B*****d..." she muttered, not sure if he heard her or not. Although, she wasn't concerned if he did. Damien would keep her alive anyhow, just to torture her more. He didn't see her as human, Alice was still a victim to him, Damien was only keeping her alive to torture her. That was the worst punishment anyone could give.
I'm not anything special. You just can't wait for me to break. she thought to herself along with a series of curse words. Alice was glaring at his back like daggers. If only she could stick one in him. But that attempt would be in vain. He was unfortunately more skilled in that category than she could ever be. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 17:03:42 GMT -5
Damien didn't respond, but he had certainly caught the insult. He couldn't deny that it was true, so he didn't fight back with words of his own. Instead, he simply took a deep breath and continued walking through the forest. They'd reach town soon, he reminded himself. And when they got there, he'd be able to sleep. He'd figure out a way to do it while making sure that Alice did not attempt to hurt him and ensure that she'd have no way to escape.
He moved quickly, staying aware of Alice's presence behind him. If her footsteps disappeared for a moment he'd glance back, but otherwise he let her walk on by herself. She'd not been trained to walk silently, so listening out for her was easy, fortunately. He hated looking back to check, it didn't feel right to check for her. If he'd been forced to do any more of it, he was certain he'd get even more irritated than he already was.
Eventually, after another hour of so of silent curses thrown in both directions, they arrived at the town. It was still early, most people did not rise at dawn after all. The streets weren't overrun, but they were moving. Good. Damien slowed until he was walking next to Alice again, placing a hand on her arm to lead her. Here, surrounded by sounds, he couldn't make sure she was still following by hearing alone.
He didn't speak as they walked through the town. He knew where they were going and he moved briskly, making no room for conversation. They didn't have to walk far to arrive at the inn. There, Damien had a quick, clipped conversation with the innkeeper - who kept looking between the two and smirking - before moving towards the stairs and the bedroom that promised rest for him. Maybe he'd wake up less cranky.
( this was really bad, I'm sorry about that. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 17:30:35 GMT -5
Alice thought her teeth would break from how hard she clenched her jaw as Damien grabbed her arm. She desired to pull her arm away from him, but could only lessen his grip. She kept her gaze hard and obviously gave the impression her blood was boiling in anger. As soon as they entered the inn however, Alice ripped her arm away from him.
The innkeeper bugged her too. Everyone will, she already knew it. Alice glared at him too until they were directed upstairs. She followed Damien upstairs and into the room he had apparently reserved. Alice didn't sit down anywhere at first or explore, but closed the door not so lightly and stood next to it. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was staring at the opposite wall, not at Damien.
She did not want to talk to him, look at him, or breathe the same air as him. Although, she didn't really have a choice for that last one. The rest though, she could help most of the time.
{You're good, mine are bad lol} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 18:14:47 GMT -5
BloodroseArabella rolled her eyes at Douglas and answered his question as he walked down the hallway. "Because I need to do something. Don't be a [curse]." She told him sternly. Arabella and Douglas were the same rank so she can talk to him like that. If it was anyone else...she didn't want to think about it. Arabella shook her head in annoyance of Douglas' attitude and went to a locked box on a desk. She knew it held the incoming mail and reports for Prince Cain's country, and Arabella (since she kidnapped him) held the key to unlock the box and read through it. She had to, as it was part of her job to organize those sort of affairs alongside her higher ups. She flipped through the papers she already read and went to the ones she hasn't yet. There was one. Arabella read over it several times, and was very disturbed by it. They may not be her family but they were Prince Cain's. The paper mentioned the death of someone the royals of the land identified to be Prince Cain's younger sibling. Although, she was not given a name. He was killed by soliders from her land as a warning to the royals. Arabella mulled over what to tell Cain for at least ten minutes before going back. When she did go back, she motioned for Douglas to get out of her chair.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 19:11:03 GMT -5
( nah, I think you're doing good. )
Damien wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and stay there for the rest of the day, and he would. But first, there was the slight issue of Alice's presence to account for. Asleep he couldn't ensure that she wouldn't escape, nor could he keep her away from his weapons. He didn't know if she'd go for them and attempt to hurt him, but he really wasn't looking to find out.
He frowned and turned to the wardrobe which was already filled with his things. He'd been staying here for a little over a week while he'd been preparing for the failed assassination so he already knew his way around the place. He pulled his knife out of his belt, followed by several smaller blades from pockets and boots. Finally, he placed his dagger on top of the small pile of weapons. He left only one blade out, but soon that one was tucked away underneath his pillow just in case of an attack.
He turned to Alice again, frowning as he considered what to do. He really didn't want to tie her to anything in the room, he assumed she couldn't appreciate it and neither would he. But did he really have much of a choice? Maybe when he wasn't so tired he'd be able to figure out a way to keep her from escaping while avoiding rope burns. But today was not that day. So, after muttering a quick apology, he tied one end of a length of rope pulled from a bag in the corner of the room to her wrist and the other to a bed post. He checked the knots again before he was satisfied that she wouldn't be able to get out of it. This way, he reasoned, she'd be able to move around. But the rope was too short to allow her access to his weapons, so there would be no backstabbing while he slept. Now she really had a reason to be angry, and he was sure he'd hear about it soon enough.
Finally ready to sleep, he turned his back on her and lay down in bed, not bothering to change out of his clothes. He was too tired for that. He lay still for a short while and then he was asleep, cradling his knife in one hand and covering his face with the other.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 19:26:06 GMT -5
Alice made it difficult for him to tie her up on purpose. She would drag her feet as he tried to pull her along to the bed post or move her arm while he was trying to tie the rope around her wrist. He really was all of the things she thought in her head. She did not look at Damien for as much as I could help it the entire time he was busy.
His quick, and meaningless, apology only made her more flustered than she was. He should say things he really meant, or nothing at all. Alice heard him lay down in the bed, and turned herself to face the window in the room. It was almost too high for her to see out of, but not quite. She was sitting on the ground with her knees up, but not quite pulled to her chest. Alice's arms were crossed but she gripped her upper arms like she was cold.
How humiliating to be tied like a dog in such a place as this. Alice was now reduced from a burden of a human being to a burden of a mutt. Her face was still with the exception of blinking. Besides that, she was like a statue, staring out of the window of the room. Which reminded her of her own room, the way she would always look out of her window because she was wanted no where else. Did her parents feel relieved she wasn't there anymore? Or were they finally sorry for the things they said? Alice felt like it wasn't the latter of the two. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 19:46:46 GMT -5
If Damien hadn't had to choose between this treatment and not sleeping, he would have felt bad. But he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe if he'd understood how difficult it was to be treated this way, to actually beg for death and be turned down he would have acted differently. But all he knew was how strongly he felt that he needed to survive. He'd gone through hell to survive, and he couldn't understand how anyone could act differently.
He thought about this as he fell asleep, but as he drifted of so did his thoughts. Soon there were none left but silence in his head, and he found himself falling into dreamless sleep.
This was different than usual. Usually, the night after a job, he'd be falling in and out of fitful sleep. Unable to hide from his own guilt when he was no longer in control of his mind, he'd wake up feeling like the murderer he was. He always hated those nights. It was always just one, after that he could sort through his baggage and move on. But one was enough to mess you up for weeks.
When he finally woke up, the sun was sinking slowly in the sky. It was mid-afternoon and the square outside was busy. He stayed still a while longer before he rose, leaving the knife beside Alice so that she might cut herself loose. He was pretty sure she would not want his help.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 18, 2016 20:05:18 GMT -5
BloodroseArabella rolled her eyes at Douglas and answered his question as he walked down the hallway. "Because I need to do something. Don't be a [curse]." She told him sternly. Arabella and Douglas were the same rank so she can talk to him like that. If it was anyone else...she didn't want to think about it. Arabella shook her head in annoyance of Douglas' attitude and went to a locked box on a desk. She knew it held the incoming mail and reports for Prince Cain's country, and Arabella (since she kidnapped him) held the key to unlock the box and read through it. She had to, as it was part of her job to organize those sort of affairs alongside her higher ups. She flipped through the papers she already read and went to the ones she hasn't yet. There was one. Arabella read over it several times, and was very disturbed by it. They may not be her family but they were Prince Cain's. The paper mentioned the death of someone the royals of the land identified to be Prince Cain's younger sibling. Although, she was not given a name. He was killed by soliders from her land as a warning to the royals. Arabella mulled over what to tell Cain for at least ten minutes before going back. When she did go back, she motioned for Douglas to get out of her chair. Cai waited impatiently for Arabella to return, nervously pacing the length of his cell like an antsy animal. Douglas was already tiring of him when she returned, and stood without complaint. 'All yours.' He said. 'He's making me dizzy.' He added, as he headed back to his office and closed the door. Cain rushed to the bars, stress and worry already evident on his expression. 'What news?' He asked, fear in his voice. He was desperately hoping against the worst, begging the heavens to have kept his family safe against the atrocious monsters that had ailed them and the kingdom.
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Post by dankturtle on Dec 20, 2016 17:37:11 GMT -5
Gumball Waterson will not be able to reply until further notice because she was grounded. She apologizes for any inconvenience this may cause.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 21, 2016 5:14:29 GMT -5
( does she know how long she'll be gone for? we're waiting on her to start another rp, so having some sort of timeframe would be really helpful. if she, or you, doesn't know, that's of course fine and we'll work around it. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 17:47:35 GMT -5
{Hey, I'm not sure if I'm still grounded or not lol. So I can't be on too much longer if I am (cuz my step dad will be home soon) but if I am not, I will try to reply to both of you! Sorry for being gone!}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 7:11:26 GMT -5
Alice didn't look at Damien until he walked away from her and the knife. If she was brave enough - or stupid enough - she would have stabbed him with that knife. However, Alice was not brave. She was a cowered, because only cowards beg for death. To live, is much more courageous than to die.
Alice took the knife, and began to cut herself loose. The sound of the metal cutting through the rope made hee skin crawl. Not only that, but this was one of Damien's knives. Therefore, she may as well be holding a knife used to kill someone else. But she wouldn't be able to find out unless she asked. Not that Alice would, the closest interaction they would get to a conversation like earlier would be him commanding her to do something or asking if she needed anything. In which case Alice would say she's fine. She doesn't want the likes of him to care for her.
When she was finally free, Alice rubbed her wrist to try and soothe the burning sensation it had. There was a red line and marks where the rope obviously was. Alice studied it fora few moments before sitting on that hand. Just in case Damien bothered to pay attention to her and get angry because of the rope burn that he had caused in the first place. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 7:38:52 GMT -5
Arabella was used to being slightly cold hearted towards prisoners, but Cain's worried gaze seemed to melt that away. Whether it was intention or not, it was working. She had to tell him the truth though, because once he goes back - if he goes back - he would face it himself. It would be better for him to just grieve now.
Arabella sighed as she prepared herself for the coming events. "One of the men that was killed in the attack, was identified by the castle dwellers as a brother to you. Prince Adam." She stated his name with hesitancy, but she needed to tell Cain. Perhaps Adam wasn't his only brother and didn't want Cain to be confused. Confused and filled with grief was not a good combination.
Arabella softened her gaze when she looked up at Cain, "I'm really sorry." And she meant it. It was empathy she felt for Cain due to her own brother's death. Arabella remembered eating nothing but bread for two weeks because she stated she 'wash't hungry'. No one expected her to be though, since grief often took away your appetite.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 22, 2016 7:43:38 GMT -5
Damien didn't feel guilty about what he'd done. Not at all. It would have been stupid of him to leave himself completely defenceless and also have a woman he'd captured left alone with his wide array of weapons. His survival instincts would never allow that. So he didn't feel guilty. But he did understand how awful it was to be tied up. He'd been through it himself, after all. He didn't want to do it again if he didn't have to.
He frowned, then nodded to himself. "I know you're probably not going to answer me right now, and I obviously can't force you to speak to me. If you want to spend months in total silence, I wouldn't blame you. But I need to learn to trust you. I can't bring someone along if I have to carry them out of fear of leaving them to walk themselves." He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running a calloused hand through his hair.
"I don't know if you know this, but I have just as much at stake here as you, if not more," he continued. "You can't trust me because I've made it clear that I'll kill to protect myself and that you're no exception. You think that means that you have to trust me, but really, you have to trust yourself. You think that means that I'll kill you for annoying me, or for asking the wrong question, but that's not the case. If I wanted to kill you for being annoying, I'd have killed you while we were still in your room. I'm violent, but not for violence's sake. The only way you die by my hand if you directly compromise my safety, but you already do and yet you're not dead.
"You know my name, and as soon as that becomes known, it's a matter of time before I'm killed. The difference is that you'll die a swift, painless death. They'll draw mine out, you know. Pass me around before I'm finally allowed to die. It won't be just one man hunting me down but seven nations, each wanting to drive a sword through me - several times if I live long enough. I trusted you with my name not because I thought you'd do what you could to avoid that, but because I knew I could trust myself to do whatever I could to keep you from sharing it.
"So, I can't trust you any more than I do because trusting you could mean months of torture and a painful death. I need to, but I can't. I can't trust you not to kill me in my sleep and I can't trust you not to scream when we're walking through the square, but I need to. You need to trust me to keep my word and not kill you for something trivial for that to even become a question. As long as you fear me you're a liability. I need you to tell me what I can do to prove to you that I'm not looking for an excuse to kill you."
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 22, 2016 8:02:29 GMT -5
Arabella was used to being slightly cold hearted towards prisoners, but Cain's worried gaze seemed to melt that away. Whether it was intention or not, it was working. She had to tell him the truth though, because once he goes back - if he goes back - he would face it himself. It would be better for him to just grieve now.
Arabella sighed as she prepared herself for the coming events. "One of the men that was killed in the attack, was identified by the castle dwellers as a brother to you. Prince Adam." She stated his name with hesitancy, but she needed to tell Cain. Perhaps Adam wasn't his only brother and didn't want Cain to be confused. Confused and filled with grief was not a good combination.
Arabella softened her gaze when she looked up at Cain, "I'm really sorry." And she meant it. It was empathy she felt for Cain due to her own brother's death. Arabella remembered eating nothing but bread for two weeks because she stated she 'wash't hungry'. No one expected her to be though, since grief often took away your appetite. Cain sucked in a harsh breath at the mention of the death of his brother, eyes widening as he covered his mouth. Not Adam. He backed up, back hitting the wall, and slowly slid down it, shoulders shaking as he began to silently cry; graceful even in mourning. He bowed his head, hair falling over his face. He couldn't believe it would be him of all people- he'd been kind to Cain, the two had been very close. But at least, he comforted himself, it hadn't been his twin sister Aila, or his half-brother Abel. He tearfully looked up and met Arabella's gaze. 'Thankyou for informing me.' He croaked, still not about to forget his princely manners. He wiped his eyes with trembling hands. 'Please, leave me alone a little while.' He of course meant speaking-wise, knowing she couldn't actually leave.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 8:23:07 GMT -5
Alice glanced in his general direction one time during his explanation. That time was when he reached the end. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Alice buried her face in the material of the clothes, shutting her eyes. What could he do to change her view of him or trust him? Could he do anything?
"You're an assassin. I don't know what you can do to prove anything to me." Her voice was muffled due to the clothing, but she didn't want to repeat herself if Damien couldn't hear her. "If me knowing your name is such a problem, why did you tell me in the first place?" He brought that upon himself for giving her his real name. He should have made one up. Even something as stupid as Piggy would have been enough. Alice just wanted to call him by something.
"You contradict yourself though. Obviously I am a danger to you considering what you just described, and if I were to say 'I won't expose you' I know you couldn't possibly take my word for it. So my advice to you: make up your d*** mind." She turned her head to face the opposite wall and rested her chin on one of her arms. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 22, 2016 9:47:00 GMT -5
"You want to know why I gave you a name I should have kept secret? I haven't told anyone my real name since I left Yurriom seven years ago. In seven years, not one person has addressed me by name. So I made a mistake and gave it to you to use, not because I trusted you to keep it safe but because I trusted myself to make you and because I wanted to hear it said by someone again. I didn't know at the time how much weight that would put on me, and it's too late to undo things now." He sounded as though he regretted his decision, but he didn't sound as though he were looking for pity. He doubted he'd get it even if he asked, anyway.
"I know my profession makes me the guy you don't trust, alright. I'm not stupid. I understand that trusting someone you met when they were attempting to take your life isn't easy, maybe even impossible. If you choose not to, I won't hold it against you. We can spend years refusing to trust each other if that's what you're saying. But until I can trust you not to harm me, I won't be able to leave you alone without ensuring you don't leave. While you're still afraid of me, that's never going to happen."
He sighed again, not looking at her. "I'm contradicting myself, I know that. What I'm trying to get at is this, I'm not going to choose to seriously hurt you until you make an active choice that will harm me. But I can't trust you, so as much as I hate it, I have to do what I can to prevent you from ever making that choice. When we're walking through a busy street, I will hold onto you, when you ask questions whose answers are dangerous for me to share, I'll cut the conversation short. And yes, when I'm sleeping in a room full of weapons, that means restraints. If you expected anything else when you made the decision to come with me, you didn't consider your options well enough.
"You know what, come to think of it, what were you expecting?"
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 4, 2017 16:39:19 GMT -5
( hey, @blubberywhales, were you still interested in this? )
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