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Post by spiritbound on Dec 15, 2016 21:28:11 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? Isel opened the door slowly, his hand pressed against the back of it as to prevent any noise from echoing down the hallway. His head peaked out the slim opening to glance either way. Clear. He quickly came back into the room and turned towards Thea, closing the small opening in the door. "I could lie to you and say I would like to give you a tour around the place, but really I just need you as an extra pair of eyes." He murmured, "The guards follow you around like shadows, and it gets annoying. They'd stick themselves up your (butt) if they could. Are you in or not?"(Short post but I promise they'll get longer :] )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 21:41:42 GMT -5
Thea tilted her head to the side when he opened the door and looked up and down the hallway. Was he avoiding something? Isel was quite the mystery in Thea's opinion, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. This whole adventure could be just a prank and he would embarrass her in front of other people. Why would I want to go anywhere with you? I thought you hated me Thea thought in an irritable fashion. Although her face did not give the thought away. Did she have a choice as to whether or not to go? Isel might just drag her along with him no matter what the answer, "I suppose so." She sighed, trying to not sound too disappointed to be going anywhere with him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 15, 2016 21:41:53 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. His blue eyes gazed at her from the darkness, shimmering slightly in the low light as they were wet from crying. He looked much calmer and more relaxed now; after their long journey, she appeared to have finally settled him down. 'Thankyou.' He humbly replied. 'I appreciate it.' He lowered his gaze once he'd thanked her, feeling relief radiating through his body. At least he could finally hear information on his parents and kingdom, and know what was going on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 21:54:39 GMT -5
Arabella changed the subject, she shouldn't appear so caring. Other guards might get suspicous of why a guard was being so caring to their prisoner. "This whole time though, we haven't introduced ourselves. Who are you?" She asked him with a curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Though, she doubted he could see it. She could see something in the Prince's eyes though. It appeared to shimmer in the low light and almost like water. Was he crying? That made her feel even worse about herslef.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 15, 2016 21:59:06 GMT -5
Arabella changed the subject, she shouldn't appear so caring. Other guards might get suspicous of why a guard was being so caring to their prisoner. "This whole time though, we haven't introduced ourselves. Who are you?" She asked him with a curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Though, she doubted he could see it. She could see something in the Prince's eyes though. It appeared to shimmer in the low light and almost like water. Was he crying? That made her feel even worse about herslef. 'You kidnapped someone you don't even know?' He said, his tone becoming lighter and more playful for the first time, almost teasing. 'Prince Cain- a pleasure to make your acquaintance.' He eventually said, not about to lose his manners, even as a kidnappee. 'And your name, dear captor?' He asked, an easy smile slowly making its way onto his lips, the simple movement accentuating his handsome features now that he wasn't frowning or sulking.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 22:10:46 GMT -5
Arabella's brother was right when he said that a smile made everyone look better. This was very evident in the way Prince Cain smiled. She had never seen him put on a real smile though, the closest thing to it was a smirk and it only made him look cunning and rude. A smile however, made him look charming and (she hated to admit it) but attractive.
"I'm Arabella. I would give you a title but I'm afraid no one uses them anyway." She chuckled, realizing that was the first time she had ever really laughed in front of him. Even if it was just a small chuckle.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 15, 2016 22:23:18 GMT -5
Isel nodded his head and turned back towards the door. Sure, she wasn't the ideal partner but it would be a lot easier to make his way around the workers and guards with someone's help. "Just watch my back and follow me, got it?" He whispered, opening the door and checking for anyone one last time before stepping out and making his way down the hall. He turned around to face her only once, to stick a single finger over his mouth to say stay quiet. Whether or not she followed him, he was going to make his way around. He had been sneaking out of his room at the end of the day almost every night every since he was old enough to walk. Something inside of him always got excited when the sun started to set. It was his time to roam, unhindered by guards worrying about his safety or maids preventing him from overworking. This was a moment he could cause mischief, eat to his heart's content, or just relax without being locked in a room. As much as his distaste for Thea rang in the back of his mind, the childish side of him was excited to bring a "friend" along with him on his adventures. He never had many of those. When he reached a corner, he would pause and listen for any sound of movement before peaking his head in the same manner as the bedroom door. He waved to Thea each time they were about to dart across an intersection. It was quite a trek through winding hallways filled with giant paintings, statues, and all types of symbolisms for the family's financial and political power over the country. Maps hung on some walls while giant curtains covered windows peaking out into other hallways just past a small garden. It was when they reached a small metal door, that they stopped. Isel peered beyond the door before beckoning Thea inside with him. The door revealed a large kitchen, still lined with a few goods of dried meats, bread, and cheese sitting on tables. The wood burning oven filled the room with an almost unbearable heat and the smell of wood and fresh deserts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 22:45:15 GMT -5
Thea certainly felt like a child again wandering around a castle with someone. Isel wasn't her first pick to do something like this with but she shouldn't be very picky around here. Thea remembered when she was a child in the castle, and she and her brother would go around breaking into the kitchen or finding secret rooms. She missed him dearly and hurt to know Thea would never see him again. She tried not to think about him though, and instead on the volume of her footsteps. She kept her heels up off of the floor and walked on her toes until they reached what Thea found out to be the kitchen. It may have been hot inside, but Thea was starving and was too concerned about the food really. She hadn't eaten much today, as she had lost her appetite at the sight of each meal. Thea walked around one of the counters, eyeing some of the deserts on their trays. They were decorated beautifully and displayed even more so. It was tempting to eat one but Thea did not want to appear like a pig in front of Isel. It would only give him something else to hold against her. Thea looked up at Isel after a few moments, "Why are you showing me this? Just because?" He must have been bored or nostalgia calling him to do things from his childhood. If there was one thing they shared besides hating each other, it was that they grew up curious.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 15, 2016 22:55:46 GMT -5
"This is just a pitstop." He said, grabbing two bags from a hanger on the wall and tossing one towards the princess. "Grab whatever you'd like to eat." With that, he began to move around to each plate, bowl, and pot filled with food. He grabbed a few pieced of moist bread, a heaping pile of salami slices, as well as some bacon and a few boiled eggs still laying in their shells and stuffed it into his bag. It was easy for him to pass by their meticulously placed display, as he'd seen the same stuff everyday and was more excited to get to his final destination more than staying here in the stuffy kitchen. With a sack full of decadences in hand, he moved himself towards the door to listen for noise on the other side. His eyes roamed around the room before landing on Thea, watching her as she selected her pickings.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 23:13:25 GMT -5
When Thea caught the bag, some flour came off of it like dust. It was pain trying to get the flour off of her dress in a timely manner. Most of it was off, at least as far as she could tell, and began putting some things in her bag. It felt almost improper to grab food with her bare hands but she did her best not to act distasteful about it. Thea ended up packing grapes, bread, a pastry or two, and a few slices of cooked meat. She prayed she did not look like a glutton. Thea didn't believe she was grabbing a lot of food, but what may be normal to her may be abnormal to others. Thea quickly made her way over to Isel, waiting for his next orders. So if this wasn't their stop, what was? Was it supposed to be a surprise? It couldn't be anything meant for her, Isel was just bored and he thought it would be more fun to drag his fiancée around his castle with him.
{Sorry, mine are short. It's just getting late lol}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 16, 2016 2:02:27 GMT -5
Damien didn't know whether he should feel bad or not, but he wasn't about to ask her what she'd been wondering, so he just shrugged and rested back against the tree again. If she really wanted to know, she could always ask. He didn't know if he'd give her a straight answer, but most of the things he'd usually keep hidden were all kept secret for the same reason - to stay inconspicuous. Doing that here was useless, so he saw no issues with sharing.
The question was what she'd be asking. Things like age or hometown were one thing, but if she decided to stray onto moral questions, he wasn't sure he wanted to answer. He didn't want to discuss why he'd become an assassin nor did he want to discuss childhood traumas. It terrified him that she might one day like to know.
He sighed again, bringing his cloak over his shoulders. "You really should sleep." He glanced over at her before looking straight ahead again. "I won't kill you if that's what you're worried about. If I wished to I could have slit your throat back at the castle. But we move at dawn, and I won't be in the mood to drag you along."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 15:49:41 GMT -5
Alice looked over at Damien for a moment before moving her gaze back to the woods. "It's not the knife." She told him flatly. It truly was not the knife, if he stabbed her while she slept. She would rather have him stab her while Alice was sleeping instead of awake where she could anticipate it. But aside from stabbing, Alice was only concerned about who Damien really was. Not in fear, but curiosity.
"Good night." Alice said in the kind of voice you would say to a guest at your house. You wouldn't say it with much care, but more of respect and some kindness. Her parents often had other noble's over not only for trying to find her a husband, but other political issues centered around their country.
Alice turned onto her side and pressed herself into the bark of the tree. It was no bed that was for certain, and she figured she would wake up with a sore rear or arm or something else sore. She didn't close her eyes, but Damien wouldn't be able to tell with her head turned away from him. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 16, 2016 17:13:58 GMT -5
"Good night," Damien replied with a kind of finality, tunirng back out to the forest. He let a hand rest on the handle of his knife, but remained completely still. Even his breathing was shallow enough to cause almost no discernable movement. With this complete stillness, he'd learned quickly, he was able to rest without losing any of his alertness. And while, yes, sleeping or even just lying down would have done a lot more for him, he couldn't do that. So, he made do.
The only movement he made was a slight turn of his head to ensure that Alice had not somehow snuck away. It was repeated regularily, but the spaces inbetween were silent and still.
Dawn would be greeting them in a few hours. When it did, Damien would lead the way to the inn in the nearest town, where he'd organised a room set up for him. He'd await payment there, and then he - they - would be off again.
He wondered how Alice would react when he got to his next job. He wondered how he'd make sure that she didn't leave while he performed it, he would certainly not be bringing her with him to kill a man. He wondered, for a brief moment, whether killing her now would be easier. It would be, of course, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She he simply sighed and wondered on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 17:16:21 GMT -5
{Time skip I'm assuming?}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 16, 2016 17:22:56 GMT -5
( might be easiest. but if you have something you want to add to this scene, go ahead! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 17:29:24 GMT -5
{Nothing that I can think of, hbu?}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 16, 2016 17:33:21 GMT -5
Arabella's brother was right when he said that a smile made everyone look better. This was very evident in the way Prince Cain smiled. She had never seen him put on a real smile though, the closest thing to it was a smirk and it only made him look cunning and rude. A smile however, made him look charming and (she hated to admit it) but attractive.
"I'm Arabella. I would give you a title but I'm afraid no one uses them anyway." She chuckled, realizing that was the first time she had ever really laughed in front of him. Even if it was just a small chuckle. 'Arabella.' He said, tasting her name on his tongue, his accent causing a slight musical lilt to her name. 'That's a lovely name,' he said, offering a wider, even more genuine smile. He shuffled where he sat, feeling a slight ache in his spine from the hard floor. 'Does your contractor intend to just... keep me here?' He curiously asked, 'or are they planning something?'
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 16, 2016 17:38:38 GMT -5
( not really, no. skip to morning? )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 18:06:47 GMT -5
Alice had not slept much the previous night. She was up, running the circumstance in her mind, but dared not to shift in her place. Damien could be thinking any little movement was her trying to escape, and kill her then and there. As she had thought before, she would rather have Damien kill her in her sleep.
When dawn came though, it felt like she had just fallen asleep, as if she had not gotten any. Alice turned back to see where Damien was sleeping, if he slept. He was awake of course, she expected him to be. She blinked her eyes somewhat sleepily, "Good morning Damien." She greeted him, but not the warmest way, more casual.
She assumed Damien wouldn't say the same thing to Alice, if anything, a simple nod. He probably won't talk to her about much while he dragged her around for however long he would. It would most likely be awkward silence between them and very brief conversations. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 18:18:54 GMT -5
Arabella thought for a moment before answering his question. Maybe he was using flattery to get information out of her, although Arabella didn't voice her thoughts. "I can't say. I'll answer your questions, but nothing that relates to this situation." She stated simply. Arabella would be punished severely, and depending on what information she gave away, beaten to death.
Arabella has a scar on her back from a whipping she recieved about a year ago from saying something she shouldn't have. Every time she saw a whip she felt the scar itch and burn to the pint she would check it in the mirror. Arabella shouldn't think about something like that though, she would make sure to not let history repeat itself.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 16, 2016 18:23:42 GMT -5
Damien looked over at her, nodding a greeting. "Morning," he grumbled, sounding more sleepy than anything. Not surprising really, he was on his eighteenth hour of no sleep, and a lot of that had been spent scaling walls and trees.
He stood with none of the grace he'd exhibited the day before - this was how he moved when he was stiff and tired. If one looked carefully, there were signs of the elegance he carried himself with usually, but to find them you had to be really looking. He pulled his knife out as he straightened, tucking it into his belt before stretching himself out. This helped significantly, and as he fell back into perfect posture, he looked a lot more relaxed than he had previously.
"How did you sleep," he asked. He was asking only partially because he cared, and mostly because he himself wanted to find a place to sleep. It would be several hours of walking before he could rest, and he needed it sooner rather than later. This was the first time he was not in bed by dawn the night after a job, and he hated it.
( sorry for the sloppy post. it's late and I'm tired. )
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 16, 2016 18:35:38 GMT -5
Arabella thought for a moment before answering his question. Maybe he was using flattery to get information out of her, although Arabella didn't voice her thoughts. "I can't say. I'll answer your questions, but nothing that relates to this situation." She stated simply. Arabella would be punished severely, and depending on what information she gave away, beaten to death.
Arabella has a scar on her back from a whipping she recieved about a year ago from saying something she shouldn't have. Every time she saw a whip she felt the scar itch and burn to the pint she would check it in the mirror. Arabella shouldn't think about something like that though, she would make sure to not let history repeat itself. 'Alright.' Cain sighed, not pushing her further; he didn't want to break the fragile friendship they'd made, not wanting to lose his only companion. He felt exhaustion draining his body, his eyelids heavy and vision blurred. 'I'm going to sleep,' he informed her. 'Wake me in the morning, please.' He leant back and allowed himself to drift into the land of dreams, where he wouldn't have to worry about his situation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 18:45:05 GMT -5
𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯
Alice was very surprised when he greeted her and asked how she slept. Either he was too tired to act like he didn't want her tagging along, or he was in a better mood this morning than he was yesterday. She watched as he stood up without much grace, also unlike yesterday. That would change, she figured, later today. Alice liked watching him move around without faltering or stumbling. Unlike her in a different environment.
"I didn't really sleep much I must admit." She stood up herself and started stretching. Her arms above her head and then bending over to touch her toes. "What about you?" Alice asked when she stood straight backed again, trying to look him in the eye.
{Sorry, it's short. If you need a go to bed though, go ahead lol. Don't force yourself to stay up} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 18:48:43 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 16, 2016 18:49:40 GMT -5
((Sure, to the morning? Would you like to do it?))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 18:52:55 GMT -5
{Yeah that's fine, want me to start? Or you?}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 16, 2016 18:57:06 GMT -5
{Yeah that's fine, want me to start? Or you?} ((Can you and I'll reply in the morning? Been at work and I'm sore and tired so going to sleep x))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 22:05:18 GMT -5
BloodroseArabella felt obligated to watch him over Prince Cain for this first night. Not only for company, but he had her blanket and that was the only thing that made her bed worth sleeping in. She was awake most of the night, just watching the halls and studied Prince Cain while he slept. There wasn't much else to do in this section of the dungeons. This was the area where they kept prisoners for either ransom or information. It was better that Prince Cain's cell was secluded at the very end of her hallway with no other prisoners close by. Of course, the other guards didn't stop coming down this hallway to make sure Arabella was doing her job. They hadn't checked a few hours after midnight though and at approximately dawn, she woke up to being smacked on the back of the head by one of her higher ups. "Wake up. You shouldn't be sleeping in the first place while on watch." He grumbled as he walked passed Arabella and to wherever the other guard was needed. Arabella rubbed the back of her head, since he wasn't exactly gentle, and glanced over at Prince Cain to see if he was awake or if he slept at all. The bench, pillow, and tattered blanket didn't come any where close to what he was used to, even if she gave him her warm and clean blanket it was still a miserable place to sleep.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 17, 2016 0:03:22 GMT -5
MY ENTIRE POST JUST GOT DELETED BECAUSE OF SOME GLITCH I AM SO MAD I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE THAT POST ALL DAY
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 4:08:36 GMT -5
{I absolutely hate when that happens! It's okay though, just get another one up when you can!}
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