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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 13, 2016 19:44:14 GMT -5
Damien had taken to looking around the surrounding area, on the lookout for somewhere he might spend the night. He didn't sleep much the night after a kill, so he hadn't found himself a resting place. But nobody had died tonight - at least not by his hand - so he knew that his preference had become a necessity. He could not sleep, not tonight. Nor would he be able to rest in the morning. So he wanted somewhere to sit, somewhere to waste as little energy as possible.
He turned back as Alice made her decision, nodding. "Very well," he agreed easily. He didn't say anything else. They were on a topic that was quite personal to him, and he didn't want to stay on it for any longer than he had to. They'd discussed what they needed to, he would not continue for the sake of conversation.
"We stay here tonight," he confirmed, glad for the change of topic. "I don't sleep the night after a job, but as you're not used to my daily rhythm, and since I don't want to drag a half-sleeping woman through the forest, we need to find somewhere to set up camp for the night. A nice tree to sit against should do, unless you have entirely too high standards when it comes to sleeping arrangements?" The tone of his voice suggested that these high standards were to be discarded immediately, as were any other standards of living she was used to. Damien was no noble, he had money because turns out being a murderer paid well, but not enough to afford things she'd been able to her whole life. There were no beds out here and he wouldn't spend hours looking for a soft piece of ground, nor would he tolerate complaining.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 20:40:07 GMT -5
( 2 Votes for same room then! )
Isel's footsteps stopped on a dime. He focused his eyes on her in furry. "You should watch your tongue." He hissed, "and remember your place." In an instant, he closed the gap between them in the hall- stopping them near a wall. He slid his hand under his coat, nearing the knife sheathed in his pants. He wasn't ready to grab it yet, but wanted to be prepared. He couldn't tell what she was going to do anymore. She was hard to read. The way she carried herself, it caught him off guard. Thea seemed put together, a true blood of her family's heir. What a princess should be, and what people imagined they acted behind closed doors. As she opened her mouth, it opened up another side of her. "This isn't your home. You are alone here, with no one to back you up should you get into trouble. Don't get too comfortable."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 20:50:22 GMT -5
If Thea was a dog she would have her tail between her legs, but a princess does not have a tail, so her face went a little pale instead when he snapped at her. She didn't expect him to get so close either unless it was to kiss her during the wedding ceremony. Even then, she would still a sure to keep a space between them and let it be no longer than a peck.
"Yes I realize I'm alone. And I don't plan on getting into trouble so you can relax." Thea looked up at him. The way she kept her posture straight in a commanding way did not match what she held in her eyes: worry. It was Isel's fault though. He called her a Godfrey. She would never be a Godfrey at heart. She would always be Thea Burton no matter what the law said.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 21:13:22 GMT -5
With a furrowed brow, his eyes narrowed towards the princess. "Yet your words speak differently." He huffed under his breath as he leaned away from her. An arm relaxed, and dropped from underneath his coat and back to his side. There was a bit of relief buzzing in his head that he hadn't had the need to use it. Harming the woman in a land her kingdom barely trusted would have started an outright war. One that wouldn't have seen an end until every last person was either dead or one kingdom was wiped out. As much as he wished he had a place to back up his threats, his words were still hollow. She had diplomatic immunity whether she knew it or not. Isel didn't even have the power to run away from the wedding, unless he wanted to risk putting his head on the chopping block. In the end, they were at a standstill, unable to truly hurt each other besides threatening each other with a sense of discomfort. With a short stroll, he had reached the door he had been aiming for this entire time. The last one sitting on the left side of the hallway. He stopped and pulled the door open for Thea. It wasn't his desire to act polite, but more of a knee jerk reaction. His several nannies had rammed it into his head as a child to always hold open door for woman and other basic skills to survive the public world he lived in. There was no smile on his face though, as he was taught to carry, but a harsh glare as to rush her in the door.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 21:25:56 GMT -5
Thea was tempted to say something else but she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to dig a deeper hole than the one she had already dug for herself. She should not have even responded to his remark in the first place. All Isel wanted was a reaction out of her, Thea was only fueling the fire not putting it out. She walked behind him this time instead of at his side like how she did earlier. Thea wanted to be far away from him as possible but still look natural about it. If that was possible.
She hurried through the door he opened but not so fast to where she would trip. His icy glare frightened her. If he was smiling and they weren't so ride to one another, she would have thanked him, but talking was not something she wanted to actively engage with him.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 21:59:10 GMT -5
Inside was a lush room filled with deep reds and gold. Art work painted of the royal family throughout the centuries of their control lined the walls, framed by golden scrolls. Behind it a deep red paint, akin to that of blood. Statues of knight's armor stood guard in the corners menacingly, while plants and flowers seemed to liven up the room with a mixture of greens and blues. Marble outstretched across the floors, as hand made carpets lining a few walkways between the furniture. The first piece to catch your eye was the canopy bed, standing tall on top of raised floor. A few steps lead up to the chocolate mahogany frame. It was tall, requiring some climbing to fall on top of it's lush mattress- only fit for the top tier class. It's covers matched the drapes hanging from the posts, allowing for complete darkness, or privacy depending on the users needs. They were a brighter red than the walls, and lined with intricate golden detailing stitched in with care. A bundle of pillows lined the headboard, all of varying sizes. The smallest one sitting in the front resembling a heart. Beside the bed were two side tables matching the rich wood of the bed frame. A bundle of at least fifty or more roses sat atop, with a small letter resting on one of the vases. Giant dressers sat across from the bed, tall enough to hang anything of importance and tuck away more casual clothing meant to be seen behind closed doors. Again, all matching the same wood as to tie the room together. Sunlight peaked in from a few windows sitting high on the walls, allowing for light to find it's way onto the floor. It was mostly lit with candles strewn about on small tables and tall candlestick posts that twisted in every direction. The strongest source of light came from under a door, where the bathroom sat with sunlights to help give the room a true glow. Beside the said door, stood a white vanity, filled with all the fixings a woman could ask for and a large enough mirror that most of the room could be seen in it's reflection- including the two royals standing in the doorway. "This will be our room." He murmured, turning his body towards the door as he closed it in an effort to hide away from his own words. Yes, they had to stay in here together. Not in separate rooms where they could relax, but forced together like caged animals. Isel wasn't expecting a good night's sleep tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 22:14:04 GMT -5
Thea was very confused for a time at why he was showing her this. When she saw the beautiful vanity, she assumed this was her quarters but then he said they would be sharing a room. What happened to having their own? Even if it wasn't promised in the beginning she assumed it was within their logic to separate rooms. This country must have very different customs. Back home, they would have gotten separate rooms but now she had to lie down next to Isel every night for the rest of her miserable life. Her possessions, she noticed, were beside the large dresser. Thea turned around to look at him, her face obviously showing how confused and upset she was about all of this. "We're sharing? Are you messing with me?" She asked, still in disbelief. Thea may as well sleep on one of the couches in the room. It would be more comfortable than lying next to Isel of all men
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 22:35:58 GMT -5
The prince calmly loosened a few of his coat buttons, one by one until his shirt underneath was in full view. "We must stay in the same room." He retorted sourly, "As it's customary in my country for engaged couples." His eyes roamed around the room, for which he was too seeing for the first time. "The maids did a great job of dressing up the room though." Isel mumbled, mostly to himself, as he began to play with some of the decor leading up towards the bed. As he drew nearer he could see several rose petals lying on top of the comforter, almost drowning in the same red colored fabric. With a slow, horrified movement he picked one up and rubbed it between his fingers to clarify that is was in fact real. "Though it isn't written in the books, it is practically law." He paused to dust off a few of the petals before sitting on top of the bed, "I understand this isn't what either of us want. I would rather be hung by my toes than stay a night in here with you, but word would get out if we broke the rules. My father cannot let that tarnish our view to the public." As he wiggled about in his seat, the knife in his waistband began to slide out. It eventually found it's freedom against Isel's knowledge and laid just behind him on the bed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 22:47:44 GMT -5
Thea did have to admit the room was very nice, if only she didn't have to share it with Isel. Thea didn't have a say though, she never had a say in anything and probably won't for a long time. She started to wander around the room as little, moving her hand over intricately carved wood on the corners of the dressers and other objects similar to it. Thea rolled her eyes at his comments. She would rather hang by her toes as well, but dreams don't come true. They only get you hopeful before life crushes them.
"I'm surprised your father has laws..." she muttered under her breath, knowing Isel could not have possibly heard it. Thea looked back at him, ready to ask another question but then she saw something behind him. Thea didn't realize what it was until a few moments later. Her face went pale and she backed herself up to the door. Her hand on the knob but her back pressed against the door, "How long have you had that knife with you?"
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 13, 2016 23:29:47 GMT -5
(I feel so bleh when my posts are this short)
"Excuse me?" He responded, casually reaching around to his waistband to check that the knife was still in place. When his fingers found nothing, he panicked. His eyes moved to the bed to find the weapon sitting in full view right next to him. There was some relief of it's finding. At least it wasn't in her hands. Who knows what she could have done with it? It still wasn't an ideal setting. This was the exact worry he had expressed to his father, its finding, which had obviously come to fruition. He paused for a moment and picked the intricate weapon up in his hands, studying it in thought. "It's for protection." He replied honestly, "Against my requests, as it is my father distrusts you more than I." He didn't dare move an inch as to not frighten Thea, who looked as if she was already about to dash out the door, back inter her carriage, and tell her father to start a war with his homeland right here, right now.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 23:43:28 GMT -5
Thea started to turn the knob a little, prepared to run down the hallway if necessary. She hoped it wouldn't be, but Isel was full of surprises apparently. "Why should I believe you?" She asked cautiously, he voice wavering a little. She didn't want to die the first day she was here. "Your father wants to kill me then? For what reason?" She was pressing herself firmly against the door, wanting to just disappear. What would happen at night? Would he kill her as she slept? Isel obviously wasn't afraid to carry a jnife around his betrothed, he wouldn't be afraid to maybe give her a scar to remind her of what he could do. {Mine are short too }
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 14, 2016 0:04:43 GMT -5
(And that is making me feel so much better about them ) "He gave it to me to protect myself, not to kill anyone." He said, turning his eyes toward Thea and her hand lying tightly on the doorknob, "I understand you have no reason to believe me, but you're going to have to." As to not startle her any further, he stood up slowly. He made sure to keep the knife in her line of sight, laying loosely in the palm of his hand. His shoes clicked against the small steps leading from the bed, stopping as soon as he was on the same level as her. He bent over and placed the knife on the ground. What he was about to do went against everything in his body, but since they were going to be stuck in this room, as well as many others, for the rest of their lives it was pertinent to trust each other just enough to know they wouldn't try to murder each other; at least on the first night. He kicked the knife as close to her as he possibly could. Isel swallowed hard as he moved his eyes from the weapon to Thea. Anything could happen at this point, one of the possibilities leading to the end of his life. In his heart he wanted to believe that there was good in all people, even the truly evil and corrupt ones such at this (race name).(I don't remember if we established country names but yeah ^^')
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 0:18:54 GMT -5
Thea knew she couldn't push herself against the door more than she already has so when Isel stood up, knife in his hand, she almost did make a mad dash out the door. She knew this wasn't going to go well but didn't think he would stab her for it. Until...he set it down on the ground. This must have been a trust test. He looked nervous himself. Who wouldn't be though? He was putting his life in the hands of the enemy. A Senan princess and an Arsmenian prince putting each other's lives in the others hands. Thea looked down at the knife on the ground and back at Isel then back at the knife and back at Isel. She nudged the knife away from the both of them and made it slide across the floor to the opposite side of the room. "Is that what you wanted me to do?" She asked with an edgy tone yet cautious.
{No we didn't. I just made up stuff I heard from random places ^^"}
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 14, 2016 0:43:34 GMT -5
Isel let out a long sigh of relief. He hadn't realized it, but he was forcefully shortened his breath waiting for her reaction. A small smile formed from his disbelief appeared on his face. "I guess that works." He chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his hair quickly- tousling his dark locks. It was like some big weight had lifted off of his shoulders as he eyed the knife laying alone across the room. While he still had a burning hatred, there was at least a bit of trust between the two. It was enough to allow Isel to remove his jacket and become a little more casual around Thea. They were in a bedroom after all. He couldn't be expected to stay in that stuffy suit the entire time. With the jacket off, it revealed a bit more of his slender frame. He began to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves. "Now that we've both established we aren't going to kill each other, I'd like to get a bit more comfortable if that is alright with you." He said in a pointed tone.( I'm super down for those! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 7:57:37 GMT -5
Thea removed her hand from the doorknob, feeling more comfortable being in the same room with Isel. Well, maybe not comfortable but certainly safer. She wasn't really able to find herself ever being comfortable around him.
He seemed to be feeling the same way too considering Isel physically relaxed all the more. Even to the point where he was able to take his jacket off. Thea could understand why he wouldn't want to be wearing such a heavy suit, and wasn't planning on saying anything about it to him. So, she was slightly offended when Isel talked to her like she was judging him. "I never said there was anything wrong with it." Thea told him in a more level, casual tone than Isel's own. She prefered him without his coat anyways. The coat made him look a bit bulky, not revealing how much nicer his body looked without it.
Thea slowly moved over to her belongings, which were mainly clothes, and pulled out a dress with long sleeves, fitted until the hips, and was much lighter than the dress she is wearing as this new one had only one layer of material. She moved over to the bathroom quickly, her shoes clicking against the floor, and shut herself inside to change. I should just lock myself in here... Thea thought to herself. She switched dresses quickly, not wanting to take too much time and had to admit, this dress made her look a lot prettier than the other one. The way it fitted her without squeezing her ribs looked simplistic and elegant. It didn't touch the floor either, so her shoes were visible when she walked. Thea smiled to herself when she looked in the mirror, but it quickly fell as she remembered where she was. At least she was more comfortable though.
Thea exited the bathroom holding her other dress and moved it over with her other clothes. She really felt a difference when it came to how much room she was allowed to move in each dress. This one, only having one layer and staying down unlike a cupcake, was much easier to move around in. "I thought I should get more comfortable too." She told him and then stood up and looked over at Isel when she finished putting away the other dress.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 14, 2016 23:36:44 GMT -5
Isel turned as the bathroom door open, lips pursed and brow furrowed. He was preparing himself for the next terse comment to spew out of Thea's mouth for which he had a nice rebuttal already floating around in his skull. He found himself instead transfixed by the girl standing at the doorway. His face dropped in awe, eyes widening and lips slightly parting. He couldn't do anything but stare in that very moment. Stare at her dress that fitted her so nicely, tightening in all the right places. It was something he had never seen before; a woman that wasn't wearing a tight corset and a crinoline. He held his shirt in his hand, halfway on a coat hanger so he could place it neatly in the dresser. Just standing there motionless for at least a minute, shirtless and captivated. It was when he felt his cheeks begin to burn did he finally move. His face quickly turned back towards the dresser, moving the door in order to hide his newly red face. He continued to place his clothes in the rightful spot and pulled out a plain blue shirt, with a stretched neckline. "Excellent." He muttered, slipping on the shirt as quickly as he could. He closed the dresser with one of his feet as he began to near the door of the bedroom. "Now that we are both comfortable, would you like to go on an adventure?" He asked, still not yet facing her- it would be too embarrassing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 6:48:34 GMT -5
Thea had noticed Isel's expression change when she first walked out of the bathroom. It was almost like he couldn't believe he was marrying her, but in a good way. It was safe for her to assume that she wasn't the only one who liked the dress. However, she didn't notice any other time when Isel was staring at her. She had her backed turned to him when he did. Isel wasn't the only one who was staring. Thea was too a little, only at first but it was probably the only time she would stare at him. It was when he didn't have his shirt on. Not only was it a bit odd, since she wasn't used to that sort of thing, but Isel seemed to have just the right amount of muscle. Therefore, he was toned, but not buff person. Her stare though, was only a brief glance, as Thea didn't want Isel to think she was intrested in him at all. When Isel mentioned adventure, she had to admit she was intruiged. "What kind of adventure?" Thea was also somewhat worried about this too. What did he mean when he said 'adventure'? To where? For what?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 15, 2016 7:11:21 GMT -5
Damien had taken to looking around the surrounding area, on the lookout for somewhere he might spend the night. He didn't sleep much the night after a kill, so he hadn't found himself a resting place. But nobody had died tonight - at least not by his hand - so he knew that his preference had become a necessity. He could not sleep, not tonight. Nor would he be able to rest in the morning. So he wanted somewhere to sit, somewhere to waste as little energy as possible.
He turned back as Alice made her decision, nodding. "Very well," he agreed easily. He didn't say anything else. They were on a topic that was quite personal to him, and he didn't want to stay on it for any longer than he had to. They'd discussed what they needed to, he would not continue for the sake of conversation.
"We stay here tonight," he confirmed, glad for the change of topic. "I don't sleep the night after a job, but as you're not used to my daily rhythm, and since I don't want to drag a half-sleeping woman through the forest, we need to find somewhere to set up camp for the night. A nice tree to sit against should do, unless you have entirely too high standards when it comes to sleeping arrangements?" The tone of his voice suggested that these high standards were to be discarded immediately, as were any other standards of living she was used to. Damien was no noble, he had money because turns out being a murderer paid well, but not enough to afford things she'd been able to her whole life. There were no beds out here and he wouldn't spend hours looking for a soft piece of ground, nor would he tolerate complaining. ( quoting this just in case you missed it! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 7:22:36 GMT -5
{I was looking for it, thanks!}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 17:48:14 GMT -5
Alice looked around when Damien told her that they would stay in the forest. The forest always frightened her, as Alice had know clue what could be lying in wait. Not only that but all the noises creatures made in the dark kept her from being tired and instead, wide awake. To sleep out in the woods though, that was not her element.
She may have been offended when Damien accused her of having too high standards, which she had to admit was partially true. She had not slept anywhere else except the castle and wasn't sure what to expect out here. It was safe to assume Damien would not go out of his way to find someplace for her to sleep comfortably. "I-I can manage." She forced out. Alice couldn't manage, or at least didn't see herself managing. However, she had no choice but to do as he says. Damien had the deadly weapons.
{Sorry, kind of short :/} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 15, 2016 17:56:25 GMT -5
( nah, don't worry! )
Damien smiled a pleased smile, but there was the hint of something else behind it. That glimmer made it lear that he wasn't pleased that she'd be able to manage but because she hadn't argued. He nodded, then turned back to searching for a place to sit down.
It didn't take long for him to settle on a nearby tree. It looked smooth enough to lean against, and its roots looked deep enough that sleeping on the ground wouldn't be entirely uncomfortable - not by Damien's standards, at least.
He put a hand on Alice's forearm and pulled her along as he started to walk, letting go as she began to follow. "This will do for the night. You should sleep, we're walking into town tomorrow and it's further than you think when you're not on horseback." With that, he crouched down, taking out his knife again and driving into the relatively soft ground beside him for easy access.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 18:10:22 GMT -5
Alice studied his smile in the bit of light the moon provided. He seemed to be pleased, and the thought of pleasing anyone of course went to Alice's head. She was a disappointment to the royal family, but she doesn't know enough people to understand what they think of her. Damien seemed to be alright with her being here, either that or he was a very good actor.
Alice sat down beside Damien, leaving a decent gap between them. The ground was not at all very uncomfortable, and she shifted a bit to make it less numbing to her rear, but it didn't help all that much. It was hard and cold, unlike anything she was used to. However, Alice kept her mouth shut. Complaining or arguing could end her life or have Damien grow cold to her. Alice frankly didn't want either to happen. She was intruiged by Damien, and wanted to know more about him, if he allowed her that is.
Alice leaned her head back onto the tree trunk and turned her head to face him, "Damien, can I ask you a question?" Was Damien the type to get annoyed by questions? If that was the case he may as well start getting irritable now, because Alice had plenty of them. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 15, 2016 18:17:47 GMT -5
Arabella still didn't look at him, but kept her voice low and a mixture of pain and anger hinted in it. "And I could say the same about you." Trying to get her to rebel against the kingdom though...that angered her. The king and queen were untouchable pretty much because of the laws that they did not break. It was mainly morals and ethics they wronged. Like with her brother's execution. He was innocent, but the evidence to prove that 'coincidentally' showed up immediately after his execution.
Maybe she should ask to switch assignments and have some other sucker take her guard duty. She merely voiced her opinion and about royals in general, not him or his family specifically. She shouldn't have apologized whether she needed to or not. She shouldn't have opened up. Arabella had been betrayed too many times to open up like a did. And here she was, hurt again. It was truly insanity, expecting different results but doing the same thing over and over again. She should just end it all now with suicide but couldn't help but think what could happen if she kept on living. Even if she was living in a hell she called home. ((I NEVER REPLIED D: I've been waiting for you to omg I'm such a forgetful idiot! So sorry Gummy)) Cain sulkily closed his eyes as he leant against the cold wall of his cell, the coldness not just physical but resonating in his aching heart. He missed his home terribly, he missed his mother and father, he missed the townspeople he'd greet every other morning when he'd take a shopping trip into town. He'd had a friendly life full of social interactions with people of every kind, had had a gentle- and albeit spoilt, yes- life, he'd been the poster-page example of the perfect crown-prince. He'd tried to be as humble and graceful as possible, to think carefully about challenges presented to him, to expand his love to anyone that he met. And where had it gotten him? In a cell, in a distant land he didn't even know about, trapped with some aggressive woman who had kidnapped him, whom he was annoyingly feeling sorry for. He hated his big heart sometimes. 'I won't talk to you anymore.' He quietly said. 'We can't seem to have a civil conversation, and I'm sure you'd prefer my silence to my company.' He sighed quietly and tugged the sheets closer, shivering beneath them.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 15, 2016 18:19:06 GMT -5
The ground was cool and the tree-trunk firm behind his back, but Damien settled into a comfortable position quickly. He knew the drill, having slept by countless similar trees. It took two seconds to figure out where that inevitable know sat, then another two to figure out how to avoid it and then he was comfortable.
Alice spoke again and he turned, surprised. Of course she had questions, and of course she expected answers. He made a growling sound, obviously not looking forward to this conversation. He'd wanted rest, not an interrogation.
"Can I stop you," he asked, sounding resigned. He didn't wait for an answer, he had it already. These questions would be asked sometime - if not tonight then tomorrow, if not tommorrow then next week - he might as well get to them now. "I don't promise any answers."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 18:31:26 GMT -5
Arabella let out a huff of annoyance at his comment. "I was just stating that about royals in general. Do what you wish." She rolled her eyes, but he wasn't able to see them since the angle she was at didn't let the prince see her full face. Arabella genuinely wanted to talk to him, sort of. She just wanted company really. Most of the guards here just looked down at her literally and metaphorically.
Perhaps it was just because they almost needed to find something wrong with the other or the fact that they both got defensive even over little things. Which wasn't exactly a good quality to have. Arabella was often told she got too defensive over little things. But Arabella knew that she could be prideful at times too.
{You're not an idiot rose, it's not a big deal!}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 15, 2016 18:35:13 GMT -5
Arabella let out a huff of annoyance at his comment. "I was just stating that about royals in general. Do what you wish." She rolled her eyes, but he wasn't able to see them since the angle she was at didn't let the prince see her full face. Arabella genuinely wanted to talk to him, sort of. She just wanted company really. Most of the guards here just looked down at her literally and metaphorically.
Perhaps it was just because they almost needed to find something wrong with the other or the fact that they both got defensive even over little things. Which wasn't exactly a good quality to have. Arabella was often told she got too defensive over little things. But Arabella knew that she could be prideful at times too.
{You're not an idiot rose, it's not a big deal!} 'I know you were.' He mumbled, feeling more guilt in his chest at what he'd said to her, burying his face underneath the sheets so she wouldn't be able to look at him, and see the lonely tears that streaked his cheeks. 'I just- I miss home. I miss my family. I don't even know why I'm here.' He continued, voice breaking slightly. This wasn't the first time since they'd been together that the prince had shown any sort of weakness; he'd mostly been standoffish, rude and irritable towards her, or given her the complete cold shoulder on the journey.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 19:42:54 GMT -5
Alice could see that Damien was a bit surprised by his facial expression, but when it went back to normal he must have figured out what this was about. The growling sound he made offset her and she felt herself shrink a little but her blood begin to not boil but perhaps simmer. Now she was not pleasing him. Does Damien answer these questions often? Or maybe he was just quiet.
Alice turned her head away from Damien and looked elsewhere into the woods. She gave a sigh, "Nevermind." Alice stated simply and scooted away from Damien a little. He could have just said he didn't want to talk instead of getting angry at her for being curious. Damien may think of her as over sensitive now, but Alice has never taken to well to rejection or scoldings of any kind.
Alice brought her knees to her chest, able to do that now without being unlady like due to the men's clothing. She wrapped her cloak around herself like a blanket since she often got cold at night. However, now she was outside and cold.
{Sorry for the poof, family decided to come over} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 20:02:47 GMT -5
"The reason why you are here is pretty simple, I'm just not supposed to explain." Arabella shrugged. The prince sounded upset but she wasn't too good with emotions, she would try of course. "I can sympathize with you about your family. I would miss them too." She used sympathize in the context that she had never missed her family before and wouldn't know how it felt. They didn't want her around anyways. To them, she was one of the reasons their son was killed.
"If it helps, I'll try to bring you any news I hear about them though." She shrugged. He probably wouldn't want help from her of all people. Not only because of pride, but because she was the one who brought him here and may as well be, in his eyes, a demon in the flesh.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 15, 2016 21:18:01 GMT -5
"The reason why you are here is pretty simple, I'm just not supposed to explain." Arabella shrugged. The prince sounded upset but she wasn't too good with emotions, she would try of course. "I can sympathize with you about your family. I would miss them too." She used sympathize in the context that she had never missed her family before and wouldn't know how it felt. They didn't want her around anyways. To them, she was one of the reasons their son was killed.
"If it helps, I'll try to bring you any news I hear about them though." She shrugged. He probably wouldn't want help from her of all people. Not only because of pride, but because she was the one who brought him here and may as well be, in his eyes, a demon in the flesh. Cain listened intently as she spoke, trying to use her voice to distract himself from crying. He perked up a little when she offered to bring him news, feeling a soft spark of respect finally ignite in him for the woman. 'You mean it?' He asked, voice breaking slightly again. 'Please... it would be really appreciated.' ((Sorry it's short))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 21:25:50 GMT -5
Arabella turned her face to him this time, and tried to make out his from the dark. Although, it was very difficult. "They never told me I couldn't say anything about them so I suppose I could." She said in a very nonchalant manner like she wasn't the only person who could give him information about his family.
"I might be a b**** sometimes, I'll admit, but I'm not heartless." She informed in a level tone, not one that could stir up anything. Arabella knew he would probably be agreeing with her about what she can be inside of his head. But Arabella couldn't get upset over that, she knew it was true.
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