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Post by thornshade on Apr 4, 2017 14:11:11 GMT -5
Elizabeth's face flushed as she thought about her life a few years ago. "Well, I guess the answer is yes - I have been in love. There was this knight, you see, and - don't go telling my parents this - but I would sneak out to see him when he came to our capital from the neighboring city. He brought me flowers and even had some jewelry made for me," she said with a laugh, "but that wasn't what made it love. What made it love, I guess, was the way he made me feel - what he made me desire. I felt free when I was with him - like the world was a brighter, more interesting place than before I'd met him. He made me want him more than I thought I could want to be around another person; I missed him when he wasn't around, of course, but it was a special kind of loneliness. It was deeper, more cold than just wishing you had someone to be with in an empty house. It was like I felt sort of small without him. He - well," she said, grinning as she met James' gaze, "he made me feel more like me. I felt invincible when I was around him. He protected me and I helped him - helped him to see there was more to my life than just servants and feasts and ballgowns. And he, this knight, showed me what it meant to have honor and a duty - and how to live up to it." Elizabeth paused and let a sad smile creep across her face. "I guess that's why I am the way I am today - he showed me I have a legacy to leave behind. That I'm important, not because I'm royal, but because I'm me. So, yes," she finished, "I guess I've been in love." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 4, 2017 14:17:42 GMT -5
"Ada!" Ammiel, horrified, rushed to the maid's side. "I'm so sorry. Come on, let's get you some ice." He didn't understand what had just occurred; no one had ever stood between Ammiel and his father before, especially not a person he'd just met. Certainly none of the girls he'd met over the past few weeks. And now he felt terribly guilty and embarrassed, but he wasn't sure why. It was his father who had struck Ada, not him.
Gently, Ammiel took hold of the maid's wrist, finding it odd that he was now helping the help. But it didn't matter. They had to stick together. With every passing moment, Ammiel realized he had more in common with a servant than he could have possibly imagined. "Why did you do that for me? No one has ever stood in his way like that. Not even my mother." There was such a distinct separation between the classes—even though they lived in the same household—Ammiel never considered the idea that they all faced the same problems: leave and go broke, stay and be abused. Really there was no way out.
Tonight, though, Ammiel was plotting. The walls of that place were suffocating. He didn't think he could stand another minute in there. Of course, he would have to be back by tomorrow morning, or there would be a real problem on his hands. Well, more real than the one already on his hands.
(Ugh sorry I'm not sure how much sense that one made xD)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 11:23:30 GMT -5
go ahead and reopen the plot, I'm sorry :'( I have to drop a few rps because of life stuff
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 12:10:22 GMT -5
go ahead and reopen the plot, I'm sorry :'( I have to drop a few rps because of life stuff [It's okay, I understand x Hit me up if you ever feel like rping again and if you ever want someone to talk to, just PM me]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 12:21:26 GMT -5
"Ada!" Ammiel, horrified, rushed to the maid's side. "I'm so sorry. Come on, let's get you some ice." He didn't understand what had just occurred; no one had ever stood between Ammiel and his father before, especially not a person he'd just met. Certainly none of the girls he'd met over the past few weeks. And now he felt terribly guilty and embarrassed, but he wasn't sure why. It was his father who had struck Ada, not him. Gently, Ammiel took hold of the maid's wrist, finding it odd that he was now helping the help. But it didn't matter. They had to stick together. With every passing moment, Ammiel realized he had more in common with a servant than he could have possibly imagined. "Why did you do that for me? No one has ever stood in his way like that. Not even my mother." There was such a distinct separation between the classes—even though they lived in the same household—Ammiel never considered the idea that they all faced the same problems: leave and go broke, stay and be abused. Really there was no way out. Tonight, though, Ammiel was plotting. The walls of that place were suffocating. He didn't think he could stand another minute in there. Of course, he would have to be back by tomorrow morning, or there would be a real problem on his hands. Well, more real than the one already on his hands. (Ugh sorry I'm not sure how much sense that one made xD) "I did it because I am so fed up with your parents and the way they treat the both of us. I've seen households treat maids like this, but I've never seen parents strike their fully grown son. It just isn't okay." Ada replied "And thank you for helping me, by the way. To be honest, I got off lightly. By all accounts, he should have fired me. I still don't understand what happened just now, to be honest" Ada wasn't sure why he hadn't fired her on the spot, throwing her out without any references to help her get another job elsewhere. Maybe he sort of respected her for standing up to him? Maybe he liked the challenge? She wasn't entirely sure, but she thought it was strange. But then again, she never pretended to understand people like Ammiel's parents. They were so strange to her, so different that they might as well have been different creatures. She couldn't see how any human could treat other people like that. But they seemed to have no problem with the way they treated others, the way they thirsted for power and control. It was horrifying for Ada. She still also wasn't certain what had made her so determined to stand up for Ammiel. It must have been something more than just her principles. Maybe because he was the only person in the family that she felt she had anything in common with, the only person who was decent to her.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 12:30:16 GMT -5
Elizabeth's face flushed as she thought about her life a few years ago. "Well, I guess the answer is yes - I have been in love. There was this knight, you see, and - don't go telling my parents this - but I would sneak out to see him when he came to our capital from the neighboring city. He brought me flowers and even had some jewelry made for me," she said with a laugh, "but that wasn't what made it love. What made it love, I guess, was the way he made me feel - what he made me desire. I felt free when I was with him - like the world was a brighter, more interesting place than before I'd met him. He made me want him more than I thought I could want to be around another person; I missed him when he wasn't around, of course, but it was a special kind of loneliness. It was deeper, more cold than just wishing you had someone to be with in an empty house. It was like I felt sort of small without him. He - well," she said, grinning as she met James' gaze, "he made me feel more like me. I felt invincible when I was around him. He protected me and I helped him - helped him to see there was more to my life than just servants and feasts and ballgowns. And he, this knight, showed me what it meant to have honor and a duty - and how to live up to it." Elizabeth paused and let a sad smile creep across her face. "I guess that's why I am the way I am today - he showed me I have a legacy to leave behind. That I'm important, not because I'm royal, but because I'm me. So, yes," she finished, "I guess I've been in love." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ "That's beautiful," James said with a smile "So, if you loved this knight so much, why did you not marry him? Just because it wasn't what your parents wanted for you?" That seemed so sad to him. But he was secretly hoping that she didn't still love the knight. Not because he was selfish…okay, well maybe it was a little selfish…but because something about what she said felt familiar to him. Maybe not as intense as that, maybe that seed he was talking about had only just been planted. But he felt like there was something there between the two of them. What they had felt like the beginnings of the love she was describing. He wanted that with her. He wanted to let it grow. He wanted to let himself fall in love with her. But then, was that wrong of him? Did she love him back, or was he trying to force love? Was he trying to do the very thing he had said couldn't be done? Maybe he was. He didn't have anything to even vaguely suggest that Elizabeth had any feelings for him - and he couldn't expect her to. He'd kidnapped her; the idea that she'd fall in love with him was absolutely preposterous. She couldn't love him. And then of course there was the question of whether he genuinely loved her, or whether he just desired love. Whether he had wanted that feeling she'd talked about so much that he began to try to fabricate it. He didn't think that was the case; he wasn't that emotional and he wasn't that desperate, but he couldn't be sure.
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 12:38:21 GMT -5
[ ohhh I love these plots so much... Also yesss Fall out Boy! ]
[ I'm split between I Could Scream Forever and Let Me In... So whichever one you're more inclined to? I'm fine with m/f or f/f but I have immense difficulty rping guys so if I could be a girl, that would be amazing... ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 12:51:20 GMT -5
[Hmm, well you could be a girl in either of them tbh but I think it would be fxf because the charries I have in mind for these plots are both ladies XD I kind of feel like doing I Could Scream Forever if you wanna do that one?
Could I just get a charrie name?]
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 13:19:34 GMT -5
"I fully expected him to throw you out, if you want to know the truth," Ammiel said, leading Ada to the kitchen. "It's happened to other people for less. Well, you know. You've probably seen it with your own eyes." It took him a moment to figure out where ice would be, even though "icebox" had it in the name. That was what worried Ammiel about leaving the house: he'd learned to read and write in school, but not how to use common sense. You had to be born with common sense.
Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, Ammiel wrapped a few cubes in a cloth and moved first to hand it to Ada, then thought better of it and placed the ice on her cheek himself. How much more trouble could he be in, really, if anyone saw them together? Not much. The only thing that would make his parents angrier now was picking up the instrument.
Ammiel had been hiding something quite large from them for some time: he hadn't been to school in a year or more. It was a waste of time when he could barely read or do maths. He understood the concepts, but when he put numbers on the page they were always, without fail, wrong. He made much better use of his time on the viola.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 13:44:35 GMT -5
"I fully expected him to throw you out, if you want to know the truth," Ammiel said, leading Ada to the kitchen. "It's happened to other people for less. Well, you know. You've probably seen it with your own eyes." It took him a moment to figure out where ice would be, even though "icebox" had it in the name. That was what worried Ammiel about leaving the house: he'd learned to read and write in school, but not how to use common sense. You had to be born with common sense. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, Ammiel wrapped a few cubes in a cloth and moved first to hand it to Ada, then thought better of it and placed the ice on her cheek himself. How much more trouble could he be in, really, if anyone saw them together? Not much. The only thing that would make his parents angrier now was picking up the instrument. Ammiel had been hiding something quite large from them for some time: he hadn't been to school in a year or more. It was a waste of time when he could barely read or do maths. He understood the concepts, but when he put numbers on the page they were always, without fail, wrong. He made much better use of his time on the viola. [I'm potentially feeling some tutoring-type stuff possibly going on? But then, Ada isn't likely to be very educated herself XD] "Oh, yeah, me too. To be honest, he should have thrown me out. The fact he hasn't probably means he has something a lot worse in store for me, unfortunately" Ada had replied as they entered the kitchen and Ammiel put the ice cubes in the cloth for her cheek. "Oh, thank yo-" Ada had begun, reaching out to get the cloth from him, only to be interrupted - and a little surprised - by Ammiel placing it straight on her cheek. "Thank you so much," she said again "I really appreciate it" He had been so kind to her, even though it wasn't his fault that his father had struck Ada. Thinking back on it, she'd probably deserved it, in all honesty. There was something about him. Something there she wanted to know more about. Something she wanted to know. She didn't know what yet, but all she knew was that she was glad Ammiel had been in that room earlier when she entered.
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 14:46:18 GMT -5
[Hmm, well you could be a girl in either of them tbh but I think it would be fxf because the charries I have in mind for these plots are both ladies XD I kind of feel like doing I Could Scream Forever if you wanna do that one? Could I just get a charrie name?] [ Sounds perfect to me! c: ]
[ Natalie Margaret Lorraine ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 14:49:49 GMT -5
(Okay, I'm on a tablet so I'll add you another time.
Which of us would you like to start?)
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 14:53:44 GMT -5
[ Could you start? It's just that I'm in class right now ahahah ]
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 14:57:26 GMT -5
(No, that sounds like a good idea! Maybe she's one of those people that studies really hard in her spare time.
I was also thinking maybe Ada could catch him sneaking out of the house and they could go out together?)
"I don't mind at all," Ammiel replied, this time cracking a genuine smile. Truthfully, he minded a little less than not minding at all. He wanted an excuse to spend to spend more time with Ada, which, in his position there weren't many of. And clearly his parents didn't approve of their son befriending the maid. He was going to be frank while he had a moment. "I want to know more about you. Tell me everything. Anything."
At the same time he had to think about what he would tell her. She knew most things about him already; overbearing parents, little desire to marry, a strong distaste for the aristocracy. Ada didn't know Ammiel was sneaking out to play with the symphony, though, and she didn't know he was playing a concerto tomorrow with no support from his own family. He couldn't risk someone overhearing, though. His parents would probably lock him in the house—literally, this time. Ammiel would have to play alone until he'd raised enough money to leave. The other problem? He was used to spending it like water. He had no idea how to budget, or what he needed to live at all. Oddly enough, they didn't teach that in school, either. Most of Ammiel's peers were going to inherit their parents' mansions anyway. Few of them had ever worked a day in their lives.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 14:58:56 GMT -5
(Wow, that's weird, it's nearly 9pm here in England.
One starter coming up)
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 15:00:29 GMT -5
[ Hahaha yeah here in Canada it's 1:00 pm... Thank so much! I'll reply asap ]
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 15:06:17 GMT -5
[ Hahaha yeah here in Canada it's 1:00 pm... Thank so much! I'll reply asap ] (Ayyyyyy Pacific time zone represent)
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 15:07:51 GMT -5
[ Cobraheart: Ahahahha Considering that I'm PST and a night owl, a lot of the time that I'm on, the forums are pretty quiet... ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 15:12:30 GMT -5
Valerie Lockheart was walking down a quiet street, walking towards the place where she would meet up with her partner, Natalie. The two were spies who had been sent to aid in the French resistance as much as possible.
It was dark, the moon high in the sky. Every now and then the young woman passed under a streetlight, bathing her in golden light.
She was twenty-five, and was tall with a willowy, almost boyish figure, lending her a unique sense of elegance. She had porcelain toned skin and long platinum blonde hair, which fell down past her shoulders when down but which she had secured in an updo while working. She had an oval face with quite defined features, including a slim nose, prominent cheekbones and slightly thinner lips.
The woman suddenly turned without warning - hoping to shake off anyone who might be following her - as she turned into the alleyway where she would wait for her partner
(Decided to go for before the capture, so we could rp it through)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 15:21:54 GMT -5
(No, that sounds like a good idea! Maybe she's one of those people that studies really hard in her spare time. I was also thinking maybe Ada could catch him sneaking out of the house and they could go out together?) "I don't mind at all," Ammiel replied, this time cracking a genuine smile. Truthfully, he minded a little less than not minding at all. He wanted an excuse to spend to spend more time with Ada, which, in his position there weren't many of. And clearly his parents didn't approve of their son befriending the maid. He was going to be frank while he had a moment. "I want to know more about you. Tell me everything. Anything." At the same time he had to think about what he would tell her. She knew most things about him already; overbearing parents, little desire to marry, a strong distaste for the aristocracy. Ada didn't know Ammiel was sneaking out to play with the symphony, though, and she didn't know he was playing a concerto tomorrow with no support from his own family. He couldn't risk someone overhearing, though. His parents would probably lock him in the house—literally, this time. Ammiel would have to play alone until he'd raised enough money to leave. The other problem? He was used to spending it like water. He had no idea how to budget, or what he needed to live at all. Oddly enough, they didn't teach that in school, either. Most of Ammiel's peers were going to inherit their parents' mansions anyway. Few of them had ever worked a day in their lives. (I like that!) "Okay," Ada replied, biting her lip as she thought "Well, I'm the oldest of four children. I've been working to support my family since I was a little girl of about six, when I worked in factories. Started working as a maid when I was fourteen. Been doing it ever since. But that's kind of boring. Um... I love to read. I used to read all the time when I was little and I sometimes borrow books from the library here so I can read if I get a spare moment. Your parents never seem to notice. I think that's it, I'm not all that special really. What about you? Tell me about you" She felt awkward talking about herself so much, and there was something about Ammiel that made her want to know more. She had to know as much about him as possible. What he liked. What he disliked. What he liked to do, what he hated doing. A lot could he assumed about him purely based on the arguments with his parents, but Ada much preferred to give others a chance to explain themselves before she went making assumptions about them. Besides, he did seem genuinely nice, and the two had already bonded over their mutual frustrations,
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 15:33:22 GMT -5
[ That's perfect for me! c: ]
Natalie found herself running tardy to her rendezvous with her partner, and hurried along the shadowed streets, flicking a hopefully casual glance behind her shoulder every few minutes, checking for suspicious figures and anyone who seemed to pose any semblance of danger. She briefly wondered to herself whether Valerie would be awaiting her arrival with a slightly exasperated face, or with her regular aura of elegance.
Catching herself unconsciously worrying at her lip once again, she disengaged her pale pink lips from her teeth, and finally reached the alleyway she had promised to meet up with Valerie in. Natalie's brown hair was swept up into a bun, piled up on top of her head, two tendrils hanging on either side of her face, framing her slightly wide-set eyes and her gentle sloping nose.
With a last flicker of her dark green eyes, she disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway, willing her eyes to adjust quickly to the darkness and spot her British counterpart. Her footsteps were quiet, her small stature of 5'2 and dark clothing making it easier for her to blend into the darkness. She crept along, her breathing making soft sounds in the darkness as she tried to control her breathing patterns.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 15:48:38 GMT -5
"Natalie?" Valerie whispered as she heard footsteps and saw a form enter the alleyway. The young woman's eyebrows pulled together slightly as she added "You're late. I was starting to worry"
Her voice was controlled, but strong. Soft, but clear. Her Southern English accent could be heard in her voice as she greeted her American counterpart.
She was still on high alert, though, until Natalie revealed herself. Natalie, after all, could have been late because she was captured, and this might not have been Natalie at all. It might have been people coming to capture Valerie. So the young woman had to be prepared for every eventuality, and alert until she knew the situation was safe.
She was pleased to see her American counterpart, however. It was always a relief to see her safe after another day's work. Every day they were both active agents was another day they were protecting the French resistance. That was what was important.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 15:49:06 GMT -5
"Huh. Well, I'm glad someone reads those books. My parents have never touched them, and I certainly stay clear of the library." Ammiel said it as if she knew why, then realized he hadn't bothered to explain. "They give me headaches. I can read a paragraph ten times over and not retain a single word. So there's something interesting. Sounds like you were working yourself into the ground when I was off chasing butterflies and not paying attention in school. Do you want to know the sad thing? They've never figured it out!" He burst out in a fit of laughter, quite loud in contrast to his normally reserved demeanour. "Shows you how long they've been ignoring me. I think when I went to the symphony for the first time I found what I really wanted to do, unless God performs some miracle and I can suddenly understand maths."
It was unheard of for a member of the aristocracy to be so untalented academically. Ammiel would never be educated in the typical sense. He wouldn't go to university, unless that miracle came around. But he wasn't planning on that. Still, that was more likely to happen than the master and mistress of the house to support their son in his endeavours, so he hadn't quite discounted the possibility yet.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 15:49:33 GMT -5
(After this scene is over should we skip to the sneaking out?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 5, 2017 15:57:47 GMT -5
"Huh. Well, I'm glad someone reads those books. My parents have never touched them, and I certainly stay clear of the library." Ammiel said it as if she knew why, then realized he hadn't bothered to explain. "They give me headaches. I can read a paragraph ten times over and not retain a single word. So there's something interesting. Sounds like you were working yourself into the ground when I was off chasing butterflies and not paying attention in school. Do you want to know the sad thing? They've never figured it out!" He burst out in a fit of laughter, quite loud in contrast to his normally reserved demeanour. "Shows you how long they've been ignoring me. I think when I went to the symphony for the first time I found what I really wanted to do, unless God performs some miracle and I can suddenly understand maths." It was unheard of for a member of the aristocracy to be so untalented academically. Ammiel would never be educated in the typical sense. He wouldn't go to university, unless that miracle came around. But he wasn't planning on that. Still, that was more likely to happen than the master and mistress of the house to support their son in his endeavours, so he hadn't quite discounted the possibility yet. "Your parents don't know you hate to read?" Ada asked incredulously "I never would have known either, to be fair. Though I've never seen you actually read a book. What is it about it that gives you headaches? I mean, it's no shame to not like reading, many people can't read, or choose not to. But, maybe I can help in some way?" She loved books, and it felt like such a shame to her that he would not experience them in the same way she did. She wanted to help him enjoy reading. Because reading was her greatest pleasure and it would make her so happy to be able to share it with somebody else for once. Her family thought she was crazy. Maids didn't need to read, so they felt it was and waste of time for her to read so much. So it might be nice to have someone understand her, and understand the things that she liked. She just didn't understand how someone couldn't like reading. She had relied on it for years of her life to get her through the stress she went through constantly. She hated her life, and reading offered her some escape. She saw some of herself in Ammiel, and she wondered if he was also in need of the escape that had so helped Ada when she was a young girl, feeling lost and hopelessly disillusioned with life and the things it could offer.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 5, 2017 16:19:54 GMT -5
"It's not so much that I don't like to read as it is that I can't," Ammiel explained. "I love it when people read to me, but reading myself is difficult. It wasn't such a problem until year two, when words got longer than four letters. In fact, I think that was one of the first words I had a problem with. I read it as 'tellers,' which didn't make a bit of sense, but I was happy to move on. Now the words are so jumbled I can't even get the gist anymore." Facts of life. He leaned a little closer to Ada, a grin playing on his lips and his voice low. "I haven't been to school for the past two semesters. I told them my parents were going to teach me at home and they were terribly disappointed with how the school had educated me thus far. I think the school was too afraid to do any research." Ammiel felt a little guilty about the whole thing, but now that someone else knew his secret, some of the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "The way I see it, I don't need school. Whether I had a doctorate or not, I'd be handed a million pounds anyway. What's the point in working for something you're no good at?" He'd clearly spent a good chunk of time considering his career options. None of them were solid unless he could keep a spot in the symphony, and with Ammiel's attendance, that was questionable. Sometimes he just couldn't get out of the house.
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Post by αωαкєηιηg ∂αωη on Apr 5, 2017 16:46:48 GMT -5
As Valerie came into sight, Natalie breathed a breath of relief, slowing her steps to a halt in front of the British woman and scanning her down, checking for any injuries. "Hi Valerie." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but her words were crisp. "Sorry, I got a little held up."
Greeted by her familiar British accent, Natalie offered up an easy smile, finally realizing how weary the day had left her. Letting her shoulders collapse down ever so slightly, her eyes softened as she took Valerie in. As a sort of reassurance, Nat offered to her, "I'm safe."
"How are you?" The question had layers to it, asking both after her wellbeing as well as if she had run into any trouble during her day. It was her customary check in after a day, just wanting a confirmation that everything was okay. That the resistance hadn't run into any big problems. That they were okay. That they hadn't been followed.
That her partner was safe and healthy.
The resistance was everything to the world, and their world. But Nat's every day concern at the moment would be Valerie and her safety.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 5, 2017 23:00:22 GMT -5
(sorry for the massive poof ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ my wifi quit working!) "Hardly," Elizabeth said with a smile, "though my parents would never let me marry anyone less than royal if they had their choice in it, despite how noble he was. So noble, in fact," she paused, her voice caught in her throat, "that he was killed fighting by my father's side. The knights we fought that day were, in fact, from the same kingdom I'm now supposed to marry into." She sighed deeply. "I'd begged him not to go; but Matthew wouldn't listen. He insisted that he serve my father before he could think about running off with me. But we were younger then - both so naive, to think we could run off without any consequences. As much as Matthew loved me, he loved serving his people more; I guess it was never meant to be," she finished, smiling sadly. Her eyes fell to the floor as she remember the kind soul and strength she'd begun to call home in Matthew; how much she desired to find that in someone else she could call a friend. Yet, sitting here, a mere meter away, was James, who'd gone above and beyond the typical criminal to keep her safe and sheltered. And as she had spoken the words aloud to him, she realized she herself was falling in love for the first time in a long time. As radical, as foolish as it seemed - Elizabeth just didn't care. Her life was a mess, yes, but it was a beautiful one - now that James was here to protect her. But did she just desire his protection? At first, she couldn't be sure, but when she listened to her heart rather than her head, she was sure that it went much deeper than looking for someone to keep her safe. She was falling for the charming, gentle thief - but would he love her in return? "You know," she'd said after a moment, wiping away an unwanted tear, "you remind me of Matthew. Your put your life on the line for your family; I can't imagine doing so. Your bravery and kindness would not have been outmatched," Elizabeth told him with a grin, reaching out to gingerly touch his hand with her own.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 7:14:40 GMT -5
"It's not so much that I don't like to read as it is that I can't," Ammiel explained. "I love it when people read to me, but reading myself is difficult. It wasn't such a problem until year two, when words got longer than four letters. In fact, I think that was one of the first words I had a problem with. I read it as 'tellers,' which didn't make a bit of sense, but I was happy to move on. Now the words are so jumbled I can't even get the gist anymore." Facts of life. He leaned a little closer to Ada, a grin playing on his lips and his voice low. "I haven't been to school for the past two semesters. I told them my parents were going to teach me at home and they were terribly disappointed with how the school had educated me thus far. I think the school was too afraid to do any research." Ammiel felt a little guilty about the whole thing, but now that someone else knew his secret, some of the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "The way I see it, I don't need school. Whether I had a doctorate or not, I'd be handed a million pounds anyway. What's the point in working for something you're no good at?" He'd clearly spent a good chunk of time considering his career options. None of them were solid unless he could keep a spot in the symphony, and with Ammiel's attendance, that was questionable. Sometimes he just couldn't get out of the house. "Maybe there's some way I can help you?" Ada asked "It just doesn't seem right that you're struggling so much and haven't told anyone. I'm sure you could be able to read, one we work out what the problem is. I think I know what the issue is but I can't properly know until I've seen you try to read myself" If it was what she thought it was, there might not be any way for her to help him. But she had to find out. Because if it was what she suspected, she didn't want him to feel that he couldn't read because he was stupid, or through any fault of his own. Because it simply wasn't true. From what she knew of it, it wasn't as if he could exactly help it. Sometimes these people were never able to read. "Obviously," Ada added "If you don't want me to help I totally understand that too. I get it if you would rather just be left alone and not bothered about it. I just thought it might be nice to offer it for you, that is all. Either way, it doesn't sound like you're planning on doing anything to do with reading as a career.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 7:28:06 GMT -5
As Valerie came into sight, Natalie breathed a breath of relief, slowing her steps to a halt in front of the British woman and scanning her down, checking for any injuries. "Hi Valerie." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but her words were crisp. "Sorry, I got a little held up."
Greeted by her familiar British accent, Natalie offered up an easy smile, finally realizing how weary the day had left her. Letting her shoulders collapse down ever so slightly, her eyes softened as she took Valerie in. As a sort of reassurance, Nat offered to her, "I'm safe."
"How are you?" The question had layers to it, asking both after her wellbeing as well as if she had run into any trouble during her day. It was her customary check in after a day, just wanting a confirmation that everything was okay. That the resistance hadn't run into any big problems. That they were okay. That they hadn't been followed.
That her partner was safe and healthy.
The resistance was everything to the world, and their world. But Nat's every day concern at the moment would be Valerie and her safety. "I'm safe, too" Valerie replied with a small smile, her response to the question as to how she was "I'm fine. Thank you"
It was the same thing every time. One would reassure the other they were fine and then ask how their counterpart was. They both needed to know the other was safe. Not only for the sake of the mission and the Resistance, but also for the sake of their partnership.
She didn't think she had been followed, and Valerie didn't think Natalie had been followed, either. They were in the green.
Something felt wrong, though. A gut feeling Valerie had told her something wasn't right. She wasn't sure what, but it was there all the same, and the woman struggled to relax, her eyes moving around the alleyway.
She knew she was distracted, she knew she was paranoid, but what more could she do? The spy had always been taught to listen to her gut, and her gut was only telling her bad things. She couldn't yet tell whether her partner felt the same or whether it was only Valerie who felt uncomfortable. She didn't ask, not wanting to concern her partner unnecessarily. AFter all, she was going on an instinct and nothing else. Instincts were't things to act on unless you genuinely had reason to believe it might be accurate, which Valerie did not.
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