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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 26, 2009 15:18:17 GMT -8
   Every time I'm forced down.
To be with yourself, take all the blood you want.
But not from here.[/font][/size] "Are we there yet?" [/font][/size] He sounded like a child, yet carried himself like an adult. Aithne mentally rolled her eyes. She tilted her head a bit to see the path swerve to a stop. Finally, they were just yards away from entering the capital. Aithne didn't come to Dunvegan on a regular basis, there were too many upper-class people. Her brown-grey eyes stared into the city as her walking came to a halt. She didn't bother to look at the man, because she was just waiting for him to quickly leave Skye.
"There, now you can leave Skye," she said, which followed with a grunt, "...thank you to inconveniencing me." Aithne wanted no more than to just go home or leave his presence. After twiddling with the handle of her basket, she turned and began to walk toward the path. Aithne began to wonder why the man hated Skye so badly, but it soon came to her that he didn't like (nor appreciate) it's peacefulness.
Her face showed complete animosity, for she justified that he never did his research on the country. Hell, he probably didn't even know how to read a map. All that brawn and no brain, that was a true disappointment. "I feel bad for whoever he marries," she thought, her eyes looking at the ground, "...but I seriously doubt he has the heart to love someone other than himself, his sword, and gore."
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 26, 2009 15:45:01 GMT -8
Amri couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as they came upon the city. Sure, it was a glistening, glimmering, peaceful whatever, but what he saw most in it was a way out. Finally he could be himself again and away from this sickening land that had never known a drop of liquor in its entire existence. Sure, these people said they were happy with peace, but were they actually ever really joyful? Did they ever even laugh? Or did everyone just not talk to each and make jokes for the sake of 'peace'?
He was just about to rush forward and to get through the city, when his eyes caught on the girl, and he paused, remembering what he had said before. She had been...truthful, and as much as he hated to admit it, he owed her. In his mind he cursed himself for having to remember it, but needlessly, he stopped.
"So...what can I do for you?" he asked, avoiding her eyes as he shuffled Banryuu on his shoulder. He really didn't want to delay his trip back to Saor and then to Sceith, but he couldn't leave until this was done.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 26, 2009 16:10:17 GMT -8
This is my home.
I'm dying here.
I hide in the corner.
That look on your face, I'm accustomed to it. [/font][/size] The wind seemed to pick up; the cool air bristled her hair, as if it enjoyed making her curls bounce. Aithne's body trembled from the sudden gust of air. Her feet had barely scraped the edge of the path when she heard the man's voice. Hadn't he gotten what he wanted?
"So...what can I do for you?"
Aithne turned to face him, a slight frown was present on her face. She didn't want anything from him, nor did she wish to ask a favor of him. The thought of asking him to apologize for the mark he left on her and the harsh words he had spoke to her, but she knew it wouldn't be sincere. There was no point. All of this was utter madness.
Her choleric eyes softened to something more content. Aithne's left hand squeezed the side of her dress that is was resting on. Breathing in a short breath, she murmured, "...just forget this day." Her hand left go of the dress, and she turned to leave.
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Jul 26, 2009 16:34:34 GMT -8
Amri smirked. He had expected her to ask for something different, like to say 'Thank you,' or something, or perhaps maybe even dare to say, 'change your ways.' The former he might have done, but the latter wasn't an option, so he was glad she hadn't bothered with that, she would've only been disappointed. Instead, she asked for something completely doable. He was already trying to forget that this had ever happened. Now he knew he would have to start carrying a flask of alcohol for emergency situations, but as that idea came to him, he quickly dismissed it. He would drink it all before the emergency ever came.
"With pleasure," he said as he bowed slightly, mockingly, and then he turned his heel, ready to take on the city in one bound, eyes set on the horizon, ready to take on whatever would present itself to him next. He would keep going and going, never stopping to let anyone try and hold him back. If people didn't like who he was, they could turn the other way, and not bother him with their pointless thoughts that he would never care about anyway. That horizon would be his forever.
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