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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 23:58:48 GMT -5
{Oh okay, just making sure you're not in Europe or something lol. I'm central, so you have a good estimate for when my morning is. Okay, ttfn, I'll work on the starter!}
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 11, 2016 0:08:32 GMT -5
Alrighty! Dope!!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 0:34:48 GMT -5
Thea Burton was her name. The name of her proud family and a symbol of nationalism for her country. Yet, here she was, being married off to the enemy, being played like a pawn. Both of their countries would be begging for every shred of information they can have about the arranged couple, and so would neighboring countries. She felt as if she was merely entertainment for the citizens of this foreign land, to test how long this bride will survive. Yes survive.
The last arranged marriage between their countries had ended with the wife's death. And the one before that, and the one before that. She shouldn't be surprised if her new husband, whoever he may be, was brandishing a knife the night of their wedding. The worst part of it all, was that her father would have to wage war yet again. It was endless cycle between these two countries whom she expected to destroy each other by putting each other in so much debt both economies collapse. Their last hope was that this marriage would end happily and two countries would become one.
Thea figured the opposite. That she would die or run away and then the end for all comes. What a pleasant thought to have before meeting your fiancé. One could not help it though, when you are marrying someone you had neither met, seen, or cared to meet. After all, if he was the son of her father's enemy, he must be just as wretched. It was a shame she had to marry him of all people. Hopefully his looks made up for some of his personality. She highly doubted it though, recently she had doubted a lot of things.
Thea rested her head on her hand as she stated out the carriage window. She didn't feel like acting lady like at the moment, when she was being greeted by members of the palace she would, but right now was an exception. She stared out the window with a bored look in her brown eyes. Her black hair was curled and allowed to be let down, something she was thankful for since she didn't feel like putting pins in her hair. Thea hoped her fiancé found her attractive enough to not kill on the first day they spent together. That would be a shame otherwise.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 11, 2016 0:39:29 GMT -5
Do you mind if I use the same layout as yours so it'll be easy to distinguish?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 0:41:30 GMT -5
{If you want to use it go ahead!}
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 11, 2016 1:31:31 GMT -5
"Please, carry our name with honor." a dark haired woman breathed as she fixed her child's suit. "This is about the people, not about you Isel." Her coal black eyes matched the young man identically. Their almond shapes turned towards each other in the same, worried look. Isel's thick brows furrowed, but his voice remained in his throat. His worry seemed to only highlight the weight he felt tugging on his waistband underneath his jacket. A small dagger laid in it's sheath- per his fathers requests. He didn't trust the woman he was about to wed, in fact he had never even met her; but the extremes his father took about ensuring the safety of everyone were ridiculous. If he were to be caught with it, what would that say of his people? His thick fingers pried his mother's anxious grasp off of his shirt. This wasn't a time to get worked up. This was serious. This was his country's future- something he was forced to think about as a child. One day he would have to take his father's place. He never imagined it going quite like this. He was a literal political ploy personified, only there to clear the water by paper. If we are united, then we protect one another. His father spewed his idea at every moment he could, really screwing the idea right into the pores in Isel's brain. It would sink in eventually, but not today. Anxious thoughts of it all backfiring were the only stories he could think of. Isel clicked his way down the lavish halls of the palace. His eyes were glued to the floor in his mad dash. He wanted to stand at the alter in The Grand Hall, where the ceremony was to take place, as soon as possible. If he could get this over with, then he would be that much closer to a "regular" life- just with some stranger in it. A stranger who's father wanted to murder his own. A stranger he had understood all his life not to trust. They steal our wealth. They steal our people. They lie. They cheat. basically anything negative you could think of flowed out of King Godfrey's mouth. A long sigh echoed off the walls as servants opened the large wooden doors of The Hall for the prince. He ran his fingers through his long, dark hair to bring it out of his face. Time to put on a show. His brow uncurled as a bright smile began to light up his face. A lone dimple appeared in his cheek- something older citizens in his country loved to point out. His confidence was there, albeit fake.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 11, 2016 8:14:57 GMT -5
Damien got to work as she disappeared, grabbing the closest candlestick and laying it down on the bed. It caught easily, as predicted, and he left the candle lying there. The candlestick might survive the fire, and if it did it made for the perfect accident. The princess was sleeping. She'd knocked over the candle standing on her nightstand. Her bed caught on fire. The entire room, and Alice herself, turned to ash. Given the time of night, it would be hours until somebody might come to check on her, and he'd observed that nobody ever did that anyway.
"What do you think I had in mind?" Damien said, twisting his voice so that his words sounded like nothing but an insinuation. A fool's way of seeming witty when he had nothing to say. Truthfully, though, there was no answer. He certainly hadn't asked her to keep talking because he appreciated the sound of her voice. It had been a tactical move and nothing else.
She reappeared, wearing men's clothes. Damien frowned, but didn't question where she'd gotten them. It was of no importance to him, anyway. He nodded, drawing his hood over his face again. "I'll climb down first, you'll follow me exactly. And I suggest we don't wait around, I estimate another minute before this room fills up with smoke."
He didn't wait. He swung a leg then the other over the window will, grabbing onto the wall with ease. He shimmied over to the side, waiting there for Alice to join him on the wall. And then he climbed, quickly and like it was something he did daily. He found hand and footholds seemingly without thinking, constantly looking up to make sure that she was following. Every now and then he'd call up to remind her where it was safest to place her feet and which stones she should avoid, but for the most part he was silent as they made it down.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 9:31:42 GMT -5
Only when the castle came into view did she sit up straight and fix her skirts properly. Thea wanted to look presentable and at least somewhat increase her chances of survival. Even if it meant only living two weeks or so, it was better than what she predicted. When they pulled up to the front of a castle, Thea was tempted to turn her head and look at her mysterious groom but knew that it would look odd of her to gawk at him like he was from a circus. She would just have to be patient, which was not exactly a word in Thea's vocabulary.
Once the door opened and her driver helped her step down, Thea looked up at her fiancé. She couldn't focus on him though, she was only focused on his face and expression as she made her way towards him with a maid trailing behind her with some of her things. Thea's shoes made a clicking sound against the walkway that led up to the front door of the castle. She put a smile on her face, a small one. So small you couldn't tell she was smiling until she stopped a few feet away from the prince.
Thea felt as if he was only being proper in greeting her with a mostly warm smile. She didn't blame him, to him, she was the enemy and to Thea, he was the son of Satan. Hopefully he wasn't that bad, but people are unpredictable and cruel; he may as well be. It was a shame that they had to act so civil to each other in front of anyone, or else she knew they would either be arguing or trying to get away from each other.
"Thank you for allowing me to come here." She told him quietly. Everything Thea said was a lie. She didn't want to thank him for her being here, she wasn't here voluntarily either. It was for the sake of everyone else that she was doing this. Nothing would ever be about her anymore. It would be about them, the people and each other.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 15:28:07 GMT -5
{Just a question, do you want me to post more than what I am already doing? I'm trying to get better at rping and I want to make sure I'm doing this right lol}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 11, 2016 15:38:49 GMT -5
{Just a question, do you want me to post more than what I am already doing? I'm trying to get better at rping and I want to make sure I'm doing this right lol} ( who is this question directed at? )
edit: just saw that you liked my post so I'll take that to mean that it's for me. if so, I think you're doing good! I usually write three or four paragraphs and only write more if I end up with things left to say. I don't mind if you keep posting what you're already putting out, forcing more out is never a good idea. if you'd like to, then by all means do, but if you're comfortable with what you're doing I say stick to it. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 15:55:36 GMT -5
{Okay thanks! I want to make sure you're okay with what I do}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 11, 2016 16:01:50 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 16:49:44 GMT -5
Alice noticed him frown when he saw her wearing the men's clothes. There were obviously no pants for females, especially at the castle of all places. Wearing her brother's clothes was as good as it was going to get. She tried not to pay too much attention to him though, which she soon realized would not be a smart move considering her bed was on fire and now and she should be listening to his instructions.
Alice crouched when the smoke started rising to around head height. Breathing in smoke would just give her a painful death and pain was something she prefered to avoid. So when he told her to watch him for where he steps that would be very a wise decision. Especially with her knee injury. She swung her leg over once he scooted over a little to allow her to come down. Her biggest fear was not falling, but someone over hearing them. Especially the guards in the palace gardens. They would surely turn him in and inform her parents about her attempting to 'escape'.
Alice made it down shortly after he did, as she tried to stay close to him while they climbed down. She knew the palace grounds, yet found herself staring at him expectantly to show her the way. Not that he could really see her staring at him, she had pulled the hood up so her identity remained hidden. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 11, 2016 17:13:29 GMT -5
Damien knew his way around well. He knew the path he needed to take to get out unnoticed, he knew the route the guards took. He knew enough to take the lead, making his way through the grounds. It wasn't the conveentional route, but rather one that led them through the gardens and out into the adjoining woods. They were uninterupted; Damien had planned the route well.
The flicker of the guard's torches across the grounds was the only light they had to go by, but after several days spent familiarsing himself with the grounds, the castle and the routines of the men here, Damien was confident he could have made it out blindfolded. And he didn't falter, not for even a moment, so maybe he would have.
Finally they were out.The forest around them was thick and dark - these were not the wide trails used for hunting or the large clearings intended for picnics. Damien did another quick check and drew his hood back again, leaving his face bare but his head covered. He smiled to himself. He'd made it - not that there had ever been any doubt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 18:24:36 GMT -5
{Did Damien introduce himself?}
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 11, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -5
Isel's eyes flew to the door as soon as he heard a noise. His anxiety was starting to show, muscles began to ache, and his body became stiff. This was the woman he was to wed? She was more beautiful than he could have imagined. There was almost a air of innocence surrounding her- though that couldn't be true. She was the enemy. Her features screamed a different world. One with a different culture, and different ideals that they were to bicker about for the rest of their lives. Out of his distaste for this woman's family, he had to admit one thing: Her family sure did know how to make beautiful princesses. Her words snapped him back to reality (oh there goes gravity). He had a part to play in this theatrical event! If the kingdom wanted a show, he would give them one. He gracefully grabbed her hand, and pressed his lips lightly on top of her skin. Lightly enough to say I don't want to touch you. He hoped he would never have to do that again. His morals felt tainted for courting an enemy of the state. "It's an honor to accompany you here." He murmured in response, his eyes snapping to match hers. His smile dropped momentarily before he returned a smile and his attention towards the people. He knew her words were false, but his words were the same and very jagged. Almost as if there was a mutual understanding that they hated each other, and hated this show. The quicker they got this over with the quicker they would go back to killing each other but in politics, not war.
For some reason I couldn't get the forums to load so I couldn't copy the format. @-@
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 19:16:44 GMT -5
Thea noticed how when he looked at her, he seemed a bit dazed. As if he was lost in thought. He must have been thinking what she was: 'I'm supposed to have children with you?'. She pitied them. They would have to grow up to hear and see their mother and father arguing or ignoring each other completely. Her husband had one thing going for him though, he wasn't bad to look at. She was too prideful to say more, much like her mother.
She looked at her hand as he kissed it, she could wash it once she arrived in her room. The way he kissed her hand though was how he expected her to. He kissed it like he was saying 'I don't enjoy you being here either.' That was one thing they could agree on. Thea wanted to say something to him, but it would not have been appropriate in front of others. Even if they were just servants. Eventually they would be in front of crowds...and his family.
"Is there someplace we are needed?" She questioned in the same tone she used earlier. If they were alone she would have used the same tone and treated him with mutual respect. If he deserved any respect that is. She would allow him to make the first hostile move however he chose: verbally or physically. Thea wanted to storm out now. These people angered her, she would love nothing more than to leave this place. She wasn't welcome here, she was alone too. She had no family, friends, servants, or acquaintances. She was truly alone.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 12, 2016 0:56:25 GMT -5
Sorry, I think I had a misunderstanding of where the characters were. But I got it figured out now lol ^^'
"Ah, Yes." He breathed, thankful for her hurry. "I was just making my way towards The Hall. If you could come with me please." He placed his hand just at the small of her back, pushing her towards the large doors of the walkways. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad after all, since they both seemed to have the same idea: Get this over with as soon as possible. Both of them were even courting each other in the most forced way. If there wasn't an audience they would be at each other's throats with sharp words, and possibly even the knife hiding under his coat. He began to think that his father's request wasn't such a bad idea.
Sorry for such a short post, but I don't want to misplace them. and sorry for saying sorry so much @-@
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 12, 2016 1:53:14 GMT -5
( no, I don't believe so. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 8:03:48 GMT -5
Thea cringed on the inside when he touched her. It didn't matter that they were engaged to be married, it was beyond uncomfortable. She found herself stiffening but knew she couldn't avoid his hand entirely, he had to show her where they were needed. Hopefully she won't get to see much of this castle and she'll hide in her room. Which was another thing, does she get her own room? Thea assumed so, but she wasn't sure about the customs of this country.
Thea turned to look behind her and saw the maid was no longer there. Perhaps another servant directed her towards where they needed to put Thea's things. At least they were alone now and didn't have to put on this charade. She darted her eyes to look at him for a moment. "What's your name?" She started off. It was obvious by her tone that she did not want to be here at his side, in his home, as his fiancée.
{It's fine}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 12:13:12 GMT -5
{I'll reply in just a sec robin, I am low key in bio about to take a test ^^"}
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 2:38:21 GMT -5
As the maids began to clear, Isel's guard dropped. His hand fell from her back. His stride began to slowly teeter as far away from her as he could.. To keep a good eye on her, He told himself. No longer pressured by the onlooker, his stride began to slow and his shoulders fell. His nose wasn't so stuck up in the air, and his focus was shifted from Thea to the hall periodically. "My name is Isel Godfrey," He grumbled. His tone seemed truly uninterested. "and you must be Thea Burton." A half smile pulled at the corner of his lips, "Or should I say Thea Godfrey." He held back a laugh. Humor probably wasn't the most appropriate way to handle things at the moment with tensions high, but this was one of the few ways he knew how to calm himself rather than the other party.
(Do you want them to be stuck in the same room or separate rooms?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 5:16:57 GMT -5
Thea watched as he changed the way he carried himself now that the maids were gone. She didn't though. Thea still had her hands clasped in front of her, shoulders back slightly, and a straight back. She shouldn't be ashamed to do so at all, Thea was raised in a household were you used your manners whenever one was outside of their own room. He was obviously raised differently.
Thea gave him a couple side glances every now and then, and not in a nice way. But when he called her what he did....her cheeks went a little red in anger and she clenched her jaw hard. She relaxed it for a moment though, "I was right when I thought this was going to be hell. You must be Satan himself." She kept her eyes fixed upon the hallway before her. However, she was afraid her comment had offset him. Hopefully not to the point where he would physically harm her in any way from one snide remark.
She didn't think he would at first sight, but then when she got closer to study his features she could tell he was very fake towards her and the public. A quality of a true Godfrey she supposed.
{*drops vote into 'same room'*}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 7:53:47 GMT -5
𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯
Alice had followed her captor without a second thought through the palace gardens and surrounding woodland. She assumed he knew the area well, but didn't expect them to make it out as fast as they did. It only made her all the more curious about him.
Alice knew her way around, sort of. She wasn't really allowed to leave the castle so when she got bored, she would go around the castle's secret entrances and exits just to mess with her parents and nurse. She did that up until she was fifteen because of how bored she had got and all the things she needed to take revenge on her brother for in the form of pranks and mischief.
"What do you consider yourself to me? My captor? Assassin? Liberator?" She asked him when she saw him pull his hood back a little and smile. He appeared to be beyond satisfied with himself. This must be the first time though that he has come back with someone alive. She was honored to be the first. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 13, 2016 10:28:15 GMT -5
Out here, away from the castle grounds and the guards that threatened them at every turn, Damien could relax. His breathing deepened and his movements became more natural. But something about the way that he held himself was a warning to anyone willing to give him a second glance. Even like this, his posture was perfect and he moved with impeccable grace. He was away from the battlefield but he was a man ready for war, that much was obvious.
Alice spoke beside him and he turned to face her, brows furrowed. "It doesn't matter what I consider myself to be. What matters - what has always mattered - is what other people consider me. I've no use of titles, but if you want to prescribe me one, by all means. You may call me Damien if that is enough for you." He had no use of giving her another name, not when he already had to watch her constantly.
Giving out his name felt wrong. It wasn't something he did, not even off the job. People who recognised him, people who could name him, were liabilities. So he used aliases wherever he went. He'd been Gabriel, Philip, Eric and countless other men over the years. He hated them, much like he hated the name Hawk. They didn't belong to him. But he wore them like armour because to fight without armour ended in nothing but death. Above all else, this was something he feared.
"And you? Who do you wish to be? You cannot remain as Alice, not now that you're no longer a princess. Princess Alice is dead to the world, as she is dead to me. You need to kill her, as well."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 17:59:17 GMT -5
Damien...what a nice name Alice thought to herself. She trusted that it wasn't a fake name, considering she will would be traveling with him for which knows how long. He was still odd to her though. An assassin finding someone too human. What did that mean? What made her different? The fact that she talked shouldn't have made a significant difference. Perhaps she had used reverse psychology on accident.
"I think I will call you Damien then. It is a very nice name. Who should I be though? I've never had to change my identity before." Alice never figured she would need to anyway. Only once has she really disguised herself and that was to be in town without anyone gawking or ratting her out to her parents.
Alice came back in what she assumed was a timely manner, but her parents caught her trying to sneak back in. They shouldn't care where she goes. Alice was merely the princess, a pawn they used to have her marry a prince for a peace treaty. She was thankful she hadn't been used yet, especially for that purpose. It felt wrong to her to marry someone you never met, but apparently with royalty, it was just another activity. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 13, 2016 18:44:47 GMT -5
"You can be whoever you want to be. Pick a name you liked as a child or one that's similar to the name you already have it it's important to you. As long as it is not the name of the recently deceased princess, anything will work if you want it to. I've been told the best part is naming yourself."
This was true to most people, Damien had gathered. Everyone had someone they'd wanted to be growing up, a name they'd wanted for themselves or a person they looked up to. But Damien had been groomed into the life of an assassin. Even as a child, few people had known his name, and even fewer had used it. He'd wanted nothing more than his own name to belong to him fully, as other people's names did them. The first time he'd had to exchange it for another was also the first time he'd been heartbroken.
Now, of course, it no longer bothered him. He was used to it, he knew that there were no other options for someone of his profession. He knew which names sat well on his tongue and which ones he'd like to see burn. Coming up with new names for himself was a game, and though wearing them was uncomfortable, he didn't think much of it. Like an old wound that had long closed, he only really knew it was there when he made himself aware of it.
( he's so angsty right now, I don't know what happened actually, I do know what happened I decided to mess with his childhood and I regret it. also, it's the way I'm writing right now. metaphors never fail to make something seem more angsty that it actually is. too bad I love metaphors I guess?? )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 18:55:49 GMT -5
Alice bit her lip as she thought. This was one of the hardest desicions she had to make. She didn't want to change her name was the issue. Alice liked her name, it was the only thing her parents did right with her in Alice's opinion. Of course, he opinion or say in anything was ignored so if she said she liked something they would only nod or act like they had not heard her.
It made her wonder though, what were Damien's parents like? Did they know what he was? She would have asked but didn't think it was very appropriate of her do so. They may be stuck with each other, but that didn't necessarily mean Damien wanted her to get into his personal buisness. She would probably be the same way.
"What name do you like? What would you enjoy saying? I would hate to pick a name that didn't satisfy the both of us." She wasn't looking at him when she spoke. Alice was looking down at the ground as a thought. It was a habit of her's. Both biting her lip and looking elsewhere while thinking.
{Aw...poor Damien...can I beat the woman that broke his heart?} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 13, 2016 19:14:12 GMT -5
Damien understood the need to take one's time with this. People had such strong ties to names, despite the fun people had picking out new ones there was always something about the name you'd spent your entire life with. And it wasn't like they were pressed for time, they had hours left until dawn, and the plan had always been to spend the night in the woods, anyway.
"We won't need to use it, not unless we're in public. It's just for consistency, you can still be Alice when there's nobody there to see her, if you'd want that." He wasn't sure if she was taking time because she wanted the perfect name or if it was because she didn't want to leave her own behind. Either way, this was an out she might appreciate.
But she asked for name suggestions, so he thought for a moment. "If you only want to change it slightly, Elise might do. If you want a new name entirely, I don't know." For someone who put so much weight behind names, he sure wasn't very helpful in this department. But then, he'd never chosen a girl's name before. "I guess it all depends on what kind of name you want." There were so many names to choose from, and choosing was so much harder when he wasn't the one who'd use it.
( oh, yes, of course you can. I already spend all my spare time beating everyone and everything that's ever hurt him when he should be protecting himself, so another will be no problem. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 19:29:50 GMT -5
Elise was a nice name, and if Damien had suggested it, he must not mind it terribly. Damien would be someone to ask about names. Assassins most likely changed their names wherever they went. It would be difficult to lie low when the authorities knew who they were looking for.
"I like Elise. But if you wouldn't mind calling me Alice when we aren't in public I would greatly appreciate it. The princess may be dead, but Alice isn't." It felt odd to speak in first person, even if it was just for one sentence. It just wasn't natural for people.
Alice asked the next question slowly, unsure as to what she expected the answer to be, "were...were you planning to stay out here for the rest of the night or are we going somewhere?" Her voice was a little quieter too, though, she wasn't sure what made this question different from any of the others. Maybe because she wanted to stay awake and not be murdered in her sleep. She didn't fully trust Damien, mainly because of what he is. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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