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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 17, 2016 9:41:17 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. The prince was most definitely awake, bright blue orbs watching her with concern. He waited till the other guard was gone, then, 'are you alright? That looked painful.' He said, standing and walking over to the bars, holding the blanket through them towards her. 'Thankyou for letting me use it.' He said, sounding grateful and offering her an almost shy smile. He'd slept decently, albeit waking up with a stiff neck and a sore tailbone, but he felt rested and his head was definitely clearer than it had been the day before. 'Are you supposed to guard me all day and night?' He curiously asked, 'or are you allowed to take breaks? You hadn't moved is all.' He clarified, ensuring that she wouldn't assume he was taking advantage of their fragile friendship. He really, really didn't want to ruin it by seeming as though he were planning something. And he wasn't, of course- he knew there was no way he'd make it out of here by himself, especially with no idea how to make it home. Although he'd tried to remember how he got here, he simply couldn't.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 10:19:05 GMT -5
Arabella saw his blue eyes open in the low light, they were like a cat's. When he moved closer to her though, she now had to look up at him. He was about half a foot taller than her when they were both standing up but now there was an even bigger height difference between them when she sat down. Arabella continued to rub the back of her head but stopped when she took the blanket back. "It's not a big deal." She shrugged, being modest. Arabella figured she would want someone to do the same for her, "But yeah I'm fine. It didn't hurt."
Arabella was folding the blanket but looked up Prince Cain at what he asked her next, "Yeah we take breaks, I felt obligated to stay though." Arabella didn't want to say that she didn't trust the other guards to Prince Cain. She never really liked them and figured they would hurt Prince Cain in one way or another. Mainly because the other guards wanted to give his parents something to worry about if they hear their son was being beaten while he stayed in the dungeons.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 11:11:59 GMT -5
This was not the answer Damien had been hoping for. He'd wanted to know that she'd slept so that he might have a way to justify staying up all night, not moving towards a bed. If she'd been awake and he'd known, they'd be in town right now, and Damien would be sleeping. He hissed through his teeth.
"I didn't sleep," he said simply. He rolled his shoulders and released the tension in his legs, and soon he was back to the stance he'd held the night before, though the bags under his eyes revealed that he was not at the top of his game as he had been then.
"We head into town today. I have a room waiting for me. I'll sleep there," he went on, already moving towards his target. He grabbed onto Alice's arm as he passed to force her to move alongside him. "It's about a two-hour walk, more if you decide to drag your feet." He glanced at her, the arch of his brows suggesting that anything done to slow him down would not put him in a good mood.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 11:32:55 GMT -5
Alice was puzzled when he sounded angry at her response. He was probably planning something or had something in mind for how their trip may go. Did she ruin it for him? Alice would feel guilty if she did, she ruins a lot of things apparently.
Alice let out an 'oof' when he grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her along as she tripped over a tree root before brushing herself off with her free hand. Alice did her best to keep in step with Damien, but it was difficult. She was normally a step back. Alice removed her hood since it wasn't too cold anymore and she didn't expect anyone to be out here either.
Alice pursed her lips though at his comment and the way he looked at her, "You make it sound like I'm going to complain every step of the way." Alice grumbled. If Damien felt that way, why didn't he just end her now? Obviously she was too much trouble for him anyway. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 11:42:33 GMT -5
Damien shrugged. "I'm warning you not to," he replied, as though there was a major difference she was missing. He clearly wasn't fazed by her distaste of the way he spoke to her. He'd expected as much when he decided to bring her along - why had he decided to bring her along? - so he wasn't even surprised.
He was silent for a while, walking briskly along. In the light of morning, the forest was far brighter than it had been some hours ago, welcoming almost. But they were still thick without any clear trails to follow. Damien was forced to watch his step to avoid tripping, but soon he was aware of them without having to focus on them constantly and could walk through the forest as quickly as he'd walk across a paved road.
"What did you want to ask me yesterday," he asked curiously. He knew that he'd have to answer her questions eventually, and if he gave her one or two answers now maybe she wouldn't ask the questions he wanted to avoid for a while longer. To him, it seemed an ingenious plan.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 11:43:32 GMT -5
{I gotta poof for a second, I'll reply when I can!}
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 11:46:11 GMT -5
( alright, take your time! )
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 17, 2016 12:03:00 GMT -5
Arabella saw his blue eyes open in the low light, they were like a cat's. When he moved closer to her though, she now had to look up at him. He was about half a foot taller than her when they were both standing up but now there was an even bigger height difference between them when she sat down. Arabella continued to rub the back of her head but stopped when she took the blanket back. "It's not a big deal." She shrugged, being modest. Arabella figured she would want someone to do the same for her, "But yeah I'm fine. It didn't hurt."
Arabella was folding the blanket but looked up Prince Cain at what he asked her next, "Yeah we take breaks, I felt obligated to stay though." Arabella didn't want to say that she didn't trust the other guards to Prince Cain. She never really liked them and figured they would hurt Prince Cain in one way or another. Mainly because the other guards wanted to give his parents something to worry about if they hear their son was being beaten while he stayed in the dungeons. He relaxed when she told him she was alright, and watched her fold up the blanket she'd given him. 'Why would you want to stay? Aren't you bored?' He asked, giving her a confused smile as he moved away and sat back down on the floor, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up a little. 'Surely I can't be so interesting that you'd want to spend your days watching me.' He added, grinning widely.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 13:00:19 GMT -5
So Damien didn't mind questions this morning. He had no idea what he was asking for when Damien gave her permission to ask questions. She would start out slow of course, as to not annoy him too quickly, "How long have you been doing what you do?" Alice looked up at him from where she was standing. She could only really see the side of his face.
Alice guessed it has been a while since he first started, Damien seemed trained very well. Just judging by the way he carried himself. Of course, judging someone based on looks isn't always the safest bet. There was always another story, something under the surface. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 13:17:34 GMT -5
Arabella started playing with a loose string of thread when he asked her his question. She didn't look at him directly, but at the hand playing with the string. She shrugged, "Just because I suppose." Arabella lied. Hopefully he wouldn't catch on, Arabella wasn't exactly the greatest liar in the world.
She would have liked to tell him why but that might make her look soft or possibly too caring. She was somewhat like his friend now, not someone close. Therefore she shouldn't have stayed in the first place.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 13:23:32 GMT -5
Damien considered if this was over the line he'd drawn in the metaphorical sand. If he answered honestly, he was sure he'd get a few follow up questions that he wasn't up for answering. But this one in itself wasn't too bad, so he sighed and nodded. He could always turn down any following questions.
"I started training for it when I was six, when my peers started attending school," he said, not looking at her still. "That would make it fifteen years ago now. But I was training unofficially before that and I started working as a young teenager."
Of course, he hadn't been told at six years old that he was learning to run and climb and hide to kill. He'd learned to be athletic first, spending some of his time learning to read and write as he went. He'd learned to distinguish poisons and which were appropriate for which situation. He'd learned how to use his body to his own advantage. But he hadn't started formal martial arts until he was 8 and weapons training began at 10. He'd made his first kill at 13.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 17, 2016 13:24:42 GMT -5
Arabella started playing with a loose string of thread when he asked her his question. She didn't look at him directly, but at the hand playing with the string. She shrugged, "Just because I suppose." Arabella lied. Hopefully he wouldn't catch on, Arabella wasn't exactly the greatest liar in the world.
She would have liked to tell him why but that might make her look soft or possibly too caring. She was somewhat like his friend now, not someone close. Therefore she shouldn't have stayed in the first place. Cain awkwardly gazed at her. 'Just... because.' He repeated, unable to draw a real answer from her words. 'Alright then.' He snorted, vaguely amused at how she was dancing around him and his questions. He wondered how long this was going to carry on, and then remembered he'd been here a full night. 'Do you think you could get some information on my kingdom?' He worriedly asked, standing up again and walking to the bars, holding the cold metal lightly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 15:01:58 GMT -5
Alice nodded as he spoke, trying to really take in everything as well as a the math in her head for Damien's approximate age. Six plus fifteen equals twenty one... Damien was only about three years older than her, as Alice was eighteen.
Alice nodded at her calculations in her head and then asked her next question slowly, "Did...you choose to be an assassin?" She wasn't looking at Damien when she spoke, almost afraid that two questions were too many. That he would limit her to one a day.
Alice followed directly behind him, watching where Damien was stepping so she knew where to step. To fall on a tree root that would cause her to bump into Damien or a rock she could accidently kick to his shoe. He seemed like the type of person one would not want to aggravate. Ever. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 15:23:02 GMT -5
Damien pressed his lips into a tight line, leaving them pale from the pressure. These were the questions he'd wanted to avoid. He had no want to discuss his father's choice to put him into this profession, in fact, he wanted to avoid it wherever possible. He didn't want to talk about his father at all, actually. He wouldn't.
So, all he gave in response was a monotone, "No."
That followed his newest set of rules. He'd spent the night working on them, needing something to think about but also something to ease his mind when he was engaging in conversation with Alice, something he assumed he'd be doing a lot more. There were four, and each was a line he would not cross.
One, do not talk about your family - you've not seen your father since you were fourteen and he doesn't deserve your time, even like this. Two, don't justify yourself - you don't need to, all it does is make you vulnerable. Three, do not disclose any information that might incriminate someone else - that puts you in danger as well. And finally, four, never go into specifics - this allows you some distance, distance you might need. This finality was what allowed him to answer questions now. Knowing that he had guidelines made it so much easier.
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Post by spiritbound on Dec 17, 2016 15:37:56 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} Isel peaked his head out of the door once more before returning to his trek through the halls, Thea in tow. With his bag of food in hand, he almost looked like Santa on Christmas Eve or a hilarious burglar caricature. It was only a few turns before he made it to another, larger iron door. One with all types of decoration on it, and a large mosaic glass window of a king standing proud. As they stepped out the door, a small garden came into view. It was lush with rose bushes, orchids, and flower of every color. In a smaller corner, a few rows of corn and tomato vines resting next to cabbage. Only a few plants as requested by the Queen, to give her something to do during the daytime. A low bush lined the garden, preventing anyone from falling off the cliff that was just past the green wall. Beyond that was the vast city surrounding the castle below. It's lights flickered as people prepared for the night. Soft music could be heard from some of the nearer taverns, echoing in the valley. The sun only peeked above the horizon, saying it's last goodbyes for the day. Isel smiled, shielding his eyes from the harsh rays spewing into the sky covering the clouds and lighting the castle. As he walked deeper in the garden, he turned towards Thea with delight for the first time since she got here. The smell of the fresh air and flowers calmed him. He made his way to a small bench as sat down, opening his bag of munchies as he watched the town below.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 16:14:44 GMT -5
Arabella eyed him warily, "What kind of information?" She raised an eyebrow and kept her voice low. It really depended on how important the information is to determine if she would do it or not. Arabella didn't want to get punished again for another stupid mistake.
"Because I don't want to risk my [curse] more than I already do." She told him flatly, trying not to sound worried about herself. That would sound selfish, and not exactly a great quality in someone you want to befriend which is what both of them seem to be getting at.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 17, 2016 17:47:57 GMT -5
Arabella eyed him warily, "What kind of information?" She raised an eyebrow and kept her voice low. It really depended on how important the information is to determine if she would do it or not. Arabella didn't want to get punished again for another stupid mistake.
"Because I don't want to risk my [curse] more than I already do." She told him flatly, trying not to sound worried about herself. That would sound selfish, and not exactly a great quality in someone you want to befriend which is what both of them seem to be getting at. 'Whether my kingdom survived the attack, and if my parents are alive.' He replied. It was normal information; something that would be well known anyways unless locked up, like he was. 'I just need to know if they're safe.' Or dead, he thought to himself, but kept that thought silent. He didn't really want to say out loud what he was thinking in case he made it true. He couldn't stand the thought of husband loving parents... well. He ran a hand through his tangled hair to smooth it, suddenly wishing he could wash himself and feeling very grubby.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 18:32:16 GMT -5
Alice's face showed her surprise, there was no point in hiding it really. What did he mean he didn't choose? Who chose for Damien? He was a very complex person and they had hardly gotten into a conversation that lasted more than ten minutes. That should really say something about a person.
Alice would have liked to prod him with questions about the subject but by his tone of voice he sounded like he didn't want to talk about it. She changed the subject, but not by much. "Where did you grow up?" Maybe where he grew up influenced him to do the things he does. Maybe he did have a choice but was pressured into doing otherwise.
Alice herself was obviously never raised in that type of environment. She was raised to be a lady, not that it worked. She was supposed to be proper, do what her parents told her to do regardless of the task. Was his the same way, except, not so proper? Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 17, 2016 19:03:41 GMT -5
This was a question that Damien was much more comfortable answering. His shoulders - he hadn't even realised they'd been drawn up - sloped back down and he nodded slowly, considering the question. How much did she want to know, and how much was he willing to share?
"Southern Peneaina," he replied, applying the native accent to his words and giving them a musical roll. He'd lost his own years ago, around the time he'd stopped spending time there constantly to travel to nearby Kingdoms - like this one - and kill. Now he found that it only ever came out when he was speaking to someone else possessing it, or when he forced it like he was now. Otherwise, he sounded as though he came from all over the place, annunciating every word in a different way.
"I spent most of my childhood in Yurriom," he continued, the lilting manner of speaking returning as he spoke the capital's name. "I started moving around a little when I started my training, but I only really left when I started working."
It wasn't often that Damien felt homesick; he'd had so many years to get used to this, after all. But Peneaina bordered to the south and having lived on the southern coast, he remembered the heat of summer and the sea very clearly. At times he caught himself longing to see the clear waters and the pebbled beaches again. He looked wistful as he thought himself back to the ocean, sighing almost inaudibly. "Have you ever been?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 19:51:34 GMT -5
Thea's eyes wandered to every plant in the garden, some flowers she was unfamiliar with but others she knew since her mother kept some of the same ones. This may as well be her little piece of home, considering she has none of that anywhere else in this torturous place. She looked just in time to see Isel give her a delighted expression, but Thea couldn't share that with him. She merely gave him a smile, not large enough to expose her teeth, and simply out of politeness. Things would not turn around for her in a night, Isel wanted her gone. He must have just wanted someone to tag along with him considering there was no one else around his age.
She studied his movements as he stared out at the kingdom below and then say down on the bench. Thea was starving of course, and having no other place to sit, sat on the bench. However, not close to Isel. She sat on the opposite side of the bench with her food placed on the side of her closest to Isel.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 21:03:44 GMT -5
Arabella scratched her head as she thought. She sighed and then responded. "Alright. I can do that." She nodded, as if confirming the request in her mind and stood up from the chair. Her rear was numb from sitting in it all day and night.
Arabella would need to get another guard though to watch after Cain. All prisoners were kept under twenty four hour surveillance. She headed over to the guards quarters, not far from Cain's cell, and poked her head inside. "Douglas." She called him by his last name, "I need you to watch the Prince for me."
{Could you be Douglas? XD}
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 17, 2016 21:10:49 GMT -5
Arabella scratched her head as she thought. She sighed and then responded. "Alright. I can do that." She nodded, as if confirming the request in her mind and stood up from the chair. Her rear was numb from sitting in it all day and night.
Arabella would need to get another guard though to watch after Cain. All prisoners were kept under twenty four hour surveillance. She headed over to the guards quarters, not far from Cain's cell, and poked her head inside. "Douglas." She called him by his last name, "I need you to watch the Prince for me."
{Could you be Douglas? XD} (I... I shall be Douglas) Cain thanked her quietly and curiously watched as she walked away, tilting his head to listen. Douglas looked up from his desk and grumbled, 'why me?' Before slowly getting to his feet. 'Where are you going? I thought you were meant to be watching him.' He grumpily walked over to the doorway, rubbing one of his eyes tiredly. Shrugging it off he walked past and stood in front of the cell, narrowing his eyes on Cain, who did the same. They stared each other down for a good two minutes, before Douglas seemed to give up and just sat down in her chair, leaning tiredly on his hand. Cain felt a strange sense of victory and cheered up a little, leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest to wait.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 10:22:37 GMT -5
Alice knew Damien's line of work required travel, especially when it came to powerful foreign targets. Alice herself has traveled a bit, though she didn't think as often as Damien has. Most of her travels were to accompany her parents in foreign affairs such as trade and border security as well as possible suitors. Her parents wanted a strong alliance between nations and an arranged marriage was the best way to get one. That was what she was told anyway.
Alice thought for a moment before answering his question, trying to remember if she has ever been there. "Yes I was there briefly, but I didn't really get to look around much. I wish I could have." She sighed, "My parents don't like it when I go outside without guards breathing down my neck." She rolled her eyes. Damien probably thought she was just some spoiled royal, and this was one of her 'pointless princess problems'. To Alice, it was more than that. She had been wanting to have a normal life since she could remember. Wishing for something like that wasn't like wishing for another horse.
Damien hasn't had to worry about that obviously. She wasn't sure what kind of assassins had guards around them all the time. Alice smirked and then added, "Now I just have you bossing me around this time." Her smirk broadened into a grin as she laughed a little. Alice would have nudged him playfully but didn't really want to enter his personal space. Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 10:53:35 GMT -5
Alice wasn't to know, of course, that his father was as powerful in the south as the Peneainian king himself and that Damien had grown up surrounded by his father's bodyguards constantly. The outlaws that controlled the southern capital and the entire southern half of Peneaina wasn't advertised to foreign nations as it would be baiting them for war. He'd be surprised if Alice, whose kingdom was on the opposite border, had ever heard of them. But within the borders, they had built their own society. It was fair, by this point, to call Southern Peneaina a nation of its own, for the king had no say there.
In his own circles, Damien might as well be a prince. Much of what Alice had experienced, he had too. Not so much the overprotective parents, but he knew the lack of freedom power brought. He'd stayed in Yurriom because of the protections he had there, despite the suffocating sensation being surrounded at all times brought. But when he'd been tried and found guilty for murder under the king's laws, brought up north and then suffered more lashes than he cared to count while his father's men did nothing but watch, he'd realised that staying for protection was ridiculous. Being the son of a criminal overlord did nothing but paint a target on your back. So at fourteen he had left.
He'd returned since, of course. He was still employed by his father and the council, though he hadn't directly met with his father for years. He could never cut those ties unless he wished to become a wanted man in seven kingdoms. In between the work ordered by foreign kings and nobles, he'd be called back and have to work with them again. People knew him in the city as the council's hunter and knew him well, but nobody knew him as Leon's son anymore. It was a relief if nothing else.
So yes, he understood how closed in you could feel by people meant to protect you, especially now that he didn't have them anymore. He knew it well enough not to mock her for it, or even mention it. He couldn't bring himself to when he remembered so well how suffocating it had been, even when he was nothing but a child.
"I suppose you do have me to boss you around now," he agreed, wearing what might have been a tiny smile. "Good thing you're used to it."
( there's some backstory I didn't realise I'd be writing today! yay! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 11:24:33 GMT -5
Arabella 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 Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 11:40:45 GMT -5
Alice noticed what looked like a change in his facial features, it was something small similar to when someone twitches their eye. But this time it was not an eye, it was his lips. She cranes her neck, since she was beside him, to see what changed. It was what looked like a smile but it was so tiny she couldn't be sure. "Do you actually smile or am I hallucinating?" She asked half teasing half serious before looking forward again.
It was a phenomenon: Damien, the moody assassin, was smiling. At least, she thought it was a smile. Maybe he was twitching...Alice has heard of people who had problems with that. Although she never knew why they did. Nor did she care. Medical sciences were not in her profession or mind set. Alice was too busy day dreaming to think about anything truly serious.
Alice on the other hand, tried to smile whenever she could. Her most joyful moments came from when she got her brother in trouble or played a joke on him. He was so gullible to her antics sometimes she couldn't help but laugh a few days after the fact. Of course, her brother never appreciated it nor did her parents, but Alice wanted to have fun. She expected (before she 'left') that she would do the same sort of thing to her husband. No matter how strict he would have been.
{Back stories are always fun ^^} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 11:56:56 GMT -5
( they are, aren't they? )
Damien looked over at her, giving a small shrug. "You tell me. Does the assassin have a sense of humour, or is he as drab as he is bad at his job?" He raised an eyebrow, still wearing that infuriatingly small smile. He turned away from her again, his smile slowly fading away into nothing again as he got to thinking about his home again.
It caused many emotions in him, reminiscing over his childhood. He had many great memories associated with Yurriom and the ocean, but every time he looked back he remembered the pain he'd been put through there, even just that one year he'd spent killing and living in the city. As long as he focused on the ocean, things usually went well, so he did, forcing himself to stop thinking about guards and lashes and instead think of the sea.
"I take it you don't leave the castle much, then?" he said, changing the subject away from himself. He'd answered all the questions he'd allow for now, and he hoped that this would make that clear without having to be rude. As abrasive as Damien could be, he preferred to take the subtle approach. Especially when he'd be spending extended periods of time with the person on the receiving end or his words.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 12:23:56 GMT -5
{oh my God....I was working on a long a** reply and then it deletes....ugh....now I have to type it up again} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 18, 2016 12:25:44 GMT -5
( I hate it when that happens omg. take your time in getting it back up again! )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 13:01:15 GMT -5
Alice had another sarcastic remark at the ready to Damien's own sarcasm, but she kept her mouth shut. Not wanting to push what new ground she has explored in Damien's territory. Even if that is only a couple feet if it was to scale of a country. All that mattered was that Alice did something right by making him smile. That meant this wouldn't be as boring as she thought it was. Maybe she can get him to laugh. That'll be the day. Alice thought to herself.
She was oblivious to Damien changing the subject to her on purpose. Alice actually liked talking about herself, only if someone else was asking the questions though so she didn't sound full of herself. "I hardly ever leave my room unless it's to eat or mess with my brother. Let alone go and do something fun. You should help me make this enjoyable." Alice raised an eyebrow, hinting that they should at least have a little fun while she followed him around.
Alice had a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Unless...I have to mess with you to make it fun." She smirked. Alice would use her antics to mess with Damien, though, not as often as she would with her brother. That would probably get her killed faster than Alice trying to escape
{It's shorter than what I had sorry} Credit to Gengar for the layout.
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