Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 28, 2018 1:25:55 GMT -5
just a writing sample. I thought I'd pull from something recent so I hope it's up to par o o f
Anyways I sent u a message on disc under the name glucose guardian, so lemme know if u received it. also big srry if text chat and short hands and frequent typos ooc peeve you. I can amend that in pms if you prefer.
Noah Wright, K.M.
Anyways I sent u a message on disc under the name glucose guardian, so lemme know if u received it. also big srry if text chat and short hands and frequent typos ooc peeve you. I can amend that in pms if you prefer.
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Demon Hunter of The Order of Aeon.
He couldn't lie if he wanted to. The second Adrione apologized to him, Noah averted his gaze unsure how to respond to such a momentous statement. It felt like an all encompassing apology for everything. The loneliness, the startling warmth of another touch, the betrayal, and the sorry state that Noah was in. He bit down the answer before he did anything rash. The words "It's nothing" or "Don't be" died before they even left his lips. Instead he swallowed thickly, choosing against smiling to Adrione and throwing back everything he had given him in his face. He closed his eyes for a moment too long, before he nodded. He wouldn't answer until he could give Adrione a proper response for his genuine apology even though he had nothing to apologize for.
He headed down the long corridors in silence for a moment, choosing to listen to Adrione explain himself. It was a relief that Adrione was going to be coming with him. For some reason, the true divide he had felt in the meeting room was becoming more and more apparent. He loved them like family.
What he had with the Order of Aeon was the same as what he had had when he was a knight for King Richard I, the others who served with him without hesitation became his family. It was a bond different from that than the one he shared with his father and even his brother. It was one of blood and understanding - an intimate knowledge of what the other looked like covered in blood, soot, and sweat. Their teeth bared in a snarl, their sword felling many an adversary in battle. It was the vision into the other men's souls. The darkness and cruelty that war brought force.
In the Order, their souls were bared to him just as his was to them. They were all united under a common banner. They all fought a common enemy. But now, with that division in place, he wanted to be far away and Adrione coming along was a heavy weight off his chest. He chose to answer Adrione at his own pace, having taken several long strides away from the meeting room before finally speaking up.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he said after a moment, licking his lips carefully as he kept as his pace. "Neither you nor I could have accounted for that. If anything, I should be apologizing for not being more... forthright with the information."
"I just didn't know how." He stopped after that, choosing not to elaborate himself as a duo of hunters passed by with their own respectful greetings. The hallways seemed to go on forever when he wanted nothing more than to leave whereas when he just wanted to think, he always seemed to stumble upon a dead end. It seemed ironic but he didn't laugh. The bitter moroseness in his chest wouldn't allow it even if he wanted to. As much as he wanted to lighten the tension, there was too much to swallow down. Here, in the walls of the Order, he felt like it was going to fold in on him and suffocate him.
As he finally reached the ornate double doors, he wasted no time to push them open. He nearly hit a rather unfortunate young immortal as he hurried out into the open streets, certain that Adrione was close behind on his heels.
It felt like a breath of fresh air.
The suffocation from being inside the walls seem to let go of him and he finally managed to look at Adrione. He was ashamed to meet the other man's eyes, remembering the damning words that Hashmi had told him. You're decaying. I don't know if there's any mending this. How could he take advantage of Adrione's quiet acceptance without telling him that maybe... maybe he had sealed both of their fates. There was something bitter about that thought that he didn't dare voice so instead he smiled, this one genuine. "I'm glad you chose to accompany me though." His next words were quieter, almost quiet enough that he hoped Adrione didn't hear it. "God knows I need the company."
He hoped Adrione could tell he was as honest to Adrione as Adrione was being to him. Behind closed doors... They could speak about anything there. It was like a pocket of the universe just for them to deal with all the complications that were piling up one after enough. He could see it. His rather grandiose estate was coming into view.
It was more of a collector's vault for him than a place of permanent residence. He didn't require rest or subsistence nor did either do much if anything for him. So he filled it with objects of his travels, valuables he cherished and love, memories and trinkets. Hopefully, if Adrione saw it he would also see Noah for who he was. His house had always seemed to him to be a visual representation of his soul. Swallowing thickly, he wasn't sure why he felt such a strong sense of desire to please Adrione. To have Adrione like his house. "Trust me, immortality is just a prolonged existence." He laughed quietly at his words as he pushed the heavy walnut door open, waving an arm for Adrione to look inside at the various items he had amassed over the centuries.
There were fur rugs, mounted heads of the prey he had taken down in his youth and even of some of the less savory creatures. His suit of armor greeted him, the golden sheen reflecting his visage back to him. "It's charming at times but sometimes it gets... a little lonely."
He sighed.
The admission felt like the most he could offer Adrione. He wished it was enough. He entered the house completely, leaving his back to Adrione as he lifted his head to look up at the spiraling staircase and the crystal chandelier that hung over head. "You must have a lot of questions, Adrione."
A small smile flitted across his face, but it felt like a parody of the one he had offered Adrione moments after their meeting. His voice was relatively soft and less commanding than earlier. "I'm more than willing to answer them for you." The infliction of his words was no mistake. There was no denying the truth any longer.
He had already known what Adrione was. Now that Adrione knew what he was as well, the truth was bound to come out one way or another. He preferred it if Adrione heard it from him rather than the others. That and he wasn't certain how he was going to handle the council when they found out the inevitable truth as well.
He headed down the long corridors in silence for a moment, choosing to listen to Adrione explain himself. It was a relief that Adrione was going to be coming with him. For some reason, the true divide he had felt in the meeting room was becoming more and more apparent. He loved them like family.
What he had with the Order of Aeon was the same as what he had had when he was a knight for King Richard I, the others who served with him without hesitation became his family. It was a bond different from that than the one he shared with his father and even his brother. It was one of blood and understanding - an intimate knowledge of what the other looked like covered in blood, soot, and sweat. Their teeth bared in a snarl, their sword felling many an adversary in battle. It was the vision into the other men's souls. The darkness and cruelty that war brought force.
In the Order, their souls were bared to him just as his was to them. They were all united under a common banner. They all fought a common enemy. But now, with that division in place, he wanted to be far away and Adrione coming along was a heavy weight off his chest. He chose to answer Adrione at his own pace, having taken several long strides away from the meeting room before finally speaking up.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he said after a moment, licking his lips carefully as he kept as his pace. "Neither you nor I could have accounted for that. If anything, I should be apologizing for not being more... forthright with the information."
"I just didn't know how." He stopped after that, choosing not to elaborate himself as a duo of hunters passed by with their own respectful greetings. The hallways seemed to go on forever when he wanted nothing more than to leave whereas when he just wanted to think, he always seemed to stumble upon a dead end. It seemed ironic but he didn't laugh. The bitter moroseness in his chest wouldn't allow it even if he wanted to. As much as he wanted to lighten the tension, there was too much to swallow down. Here, in the walls of the Order, he felt like it was going to fold in on him and suffocate him.
As he finally reached the ornate double doors, he wasted no time to push them open. He nearly hit a rather unfortunate young immortal as he hurried out into the open streets, certain that Adrione was close behind on his heels.
It felt like a breath of fresh air.
The suffocation from being inside the walls seem to let go of him and he finally managed to look at Adrione. He was ashamed to meet the other man's eyes, remembering the damning words that Hashmi had told him. You're decaying. I don't know if there's any mending this. How could he take advantage of Adrione's quiet acceptance without telling him that maybe... maybe he had sealed both of their fates. There was something bitter about that thought that he didn't dare voice so instead he smiled, this one genuine. "I'm glad you chose to accompany me though." His next words were quieter, almost quiet enough that he hoped Adrione didn't hear it. "God knows I need the company."
He hoped Adrione could tell he was as honest to Adrione as Adrione was being to him. Behind closed doors... They could speak about anything there. It was like a pocket of the universe just for them to deal with all the complications that were piling up one after enough. He could see it. His rather grandiose estate was coming into view.
It was more of a collector's vault for him than a place of permanent residence. He didn't require rest or subsistence nor did either do much if anything for him. So he filled it with objects of his travels, valuables he cherished and love, memories and trinkets. Hopefully, if Adrione saw it he would also see Noah for who he was. His house had always seemed to him to be a visual representation of his soul. Swallowing thickly, he wasn't sure why he felt such a strong sense of desire to please Adrione. To have Adrione like his house. "Trust me, immortality is just a prolonged existence." He laughed quietly at his words as he pushed the heavy walnut door open, waving an arm for Adrione to look inside at the various items he had amassed over the centuries.
There were fur rugs, mounted heads of the prey he had taken down in his youth and even of some of the less savory creatures. His suit of armor greeted him, the golden sheen reflecting his visage back to him. "It's charming at times but sometimes it gets... a little lonely."
He sighed.
The admission felt like the most he could offer Adrione. He wished it was enough. He entered the house completely, leaving his back to Adrione as he lifted his head to look up at the spiraling staircase and the crystal chandelier that hung over head. "You must have a lot of questions, Adrione."
A small smile flitted across his face, but it felt like a parody of the one he had offered Adrione moments after their meeting. His voice was relatively soft and less commanding than earlier. "I'm more than willing to answer them for you." The infliction of his words was no mistake. There was no denying the truth any longer.
He had already known what Adrione was. Now that Adrione knew what he was as well, the truth was bound to come out one way or another. He preferred it if Adrione heard it from him rather than the others. That and he wasn't certain how he was going to handle the council when they found out the inevitable truth as well.