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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 27, 2009 21:26:44 GMT -8
Emlyn grunted, and even groaned slightly as she treated his shoulder, though at the same time, he grew uncomfortable with her closeness, and with her touching him. It just felt...wrong. Here he was again, shirtless while a girl was taking care of him. He was sure that he was breathing quite rapidly, and not because of the pain. It would've been nice if it was because of the pain, so he tried to focus on letting it take over him, so he could ignore everything else...when a disturbing thought entered his mind. What if someone walking down the street saw them? How was he supposed to explain being half-naked with two very pretty girls?
When she ripped up her skirt to wrap it up, he felt even more embarrassed, but before doing anything else, he slipped his shirt on again. He didn't want total strangers to think the worst. Now he couldn't look Aithne in the eye without blushing desperately. And the fact that he knew he was blushing made him even more embarrassed, causing him to blush harder.. It was his stupid, twisted, going-in-circles logic.
"Thank you," he murmured quietly. Like always when he was being shy, anti-social, and especially when he was being self-conscious about his body, he hunched over. Only, he soon found that was not a good idea when he was crouching on the ground, for the balance was now disturbed, and he fell forwards...right onto Aithne. He snapped back as quickly as it had happened and even scooted a few extra feet backwards, now making his face parallel with the ground. This really wasn't a good day for him. "Sorry..." he said, then he grabbed his long coat and put it on as well, ending the action by crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 27, 2009 21:43:26 GMT -8
Ceara grin and moved so that she sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Aithne work on Emlyn's shoulder. However, she began to feel sort of sick as she put her hands on him. She blinked, slightly confused over why she was feeling this way. Her smile faded slightly, but neither of her two companions were looking at her, thankfully, so she didn't worry about them asking what was wrong. The truth was that she didn't know what was wrong. She'd never felt this was before. What was it? One thing she became sure of, the sick feeling worsened whenever Aithne got very close to Emlyn.
Could it be...jealousy? Am I jealous!? She wondered, feeling stupid. It couldn't be jealousy...she liked Emlyn just as a friend. A very good friend, fine, and she thought he was very cute, and she liked the sight of his bare chest, but...Oh s***... she thought to herself, feeling ashamed now. One, she barely knew Emlyn. She had no right to like him anymore than just as a friend. Two, Aithne was healing him for god sakes. Why should she be jealous of that!?
Then Aithne finished and Emlyn lost his balance as he crouched on the ground and...fell on Aithne. Without even knowing what she was doing, Ceara stood up quickly, the heat rising to her cheeks. She wanted to walk away right then and not turn back, but she knew she couldn't do that. It would be way to obvious, and she was not about to give Emlyn any reason to suspect that she liked him. Maybe whatever silly little feeling she felt for him would go away soon, if she just ignored them. Yeah, that's what she'd do.
So Ceara forced a smile onto her face and chuckled, trying to act amused that Emlyn had fallen on Aithne. "Wow, don't you have good balance, Emlyn." She said, her voice sarcastic. Why was her voice sarcastic? It had just come out that way...was it because she was annoyed at Emlyn for blushing like he was? Was he beginning to like Aithne? She couldn't deny that Aithne was very pretty, but...ENOUGH! SHUT UP! You're not allowed to like him in that way. Besides, you're reading too much into it. Emlyn blushes around you too, he's just shy. It's not that he likes her...I hope. She thought. "Are you alright? How's your shoulder feeling?" She asked Emlyn instead, her tone far gentler now, and not sarcastic or mocking in the least.________________________________________ Words: 453 Mood: *Feels kinda sad for Ceara* Notes: Ceara is a lot like me, therefore I feel a lot of the things she feels. It's kinda weird xD [/size]
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 27, 2009 22:06:47 GMT -8
A sincere smile grew on her face. She was officially proud of her work for that day. Sure, it cost her some supplies and parts of her dress, but the dress was fixable and the she could always find more vegetation. But, Aithne was just glad that she could take something away from this experience, which, initially, was more experience.
"Thank you." Aithne nodded, "...your welcome." She watched him hunch over, and then he seemed to wobble, then... BAM! Aithne fell onto her bottom. "EEP!" She made this soft, and sharp, sound as she hit the ground. Aithne quickly moved her legs to sit properly, but as soon as she did, Ceara bolted up. The sudden movement shocked, Aithne. God, she was such a weakling! Her cheeks were gently stained a pink color; Aithne's right hand reached up to cover her mouth.
"Sorry..." "I-it's alright," she spoke softly, still a bit stunned from the whole ordeal. Aithne began to drift into her own little world, trying to calm herself down. Whenever things happened so fast, it was shock her so much that it would, ultimately, render speechless. So, she sat there, dazed, her cheeks still pink with embarrassment. The only thing the allowed to fill her ears were the tones of voices. There was a sarcastic voice, and then a more serious voice.
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 27, 2009 22:36:33 GMT -8
Things were going too fast for Emlyn to think. Now what was going on with Ceara? Why did she almost sound...sarcastic? It wasn't his fault that he had fallen over...okay, it was, but it had still been an accident. And now he felt bad for Aithne seemed to be in a small state of shock. Which issue was he supposed to deal with first? Did he have a priority at all? Did he? Anyone at all? Life was not good. He recalled how much easier life had been when it was just him, his cat, and his horse...at least they didn't require him to talk, or more so, require him to say the right thing.
Then Ceara asked him if his shoulder was feeling better. Thank god, something he could respond to without any doubt. "Yeah...it's feeling much better." He tested it slightly, and rolled his shoulder. The throbbing ache that had been there the past few days was gone. He cursed himself for not being smarter before. He of all people should've known to clean his wound, and it had resulted in getting it infected. It was a good thing that Ceara had insisted his get it checked, or the infection might have spread further, and deeper...he shuddered at the thought.
"Are you really okay, Aithne?" Now that the initial mortification was over, he felt ashamed for knocking such a delicate person over. What if he had actually really hurt her? Or knocked her down badly? He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had injured a person who had healed not only him, but Ceara as well. This sure was a great way to thank her. Only now, he didn't know what else to do.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 27, 2009 22:56:23 GMT -8
Her shock eased up after a few more moments of breathing. Her eyes closed and she lifted her hand down from her face; she folded her hands in her lap. Aithne was busy taking in the peace, trying to find some ground in her mind. "That's how weak I am, I can't even take a little shock," she thought, the pinkness in her cheeks had calmed down. Aithne could hear voices, but she didn't hear what they were saying exactly. For all she knew, they could've been saying cruel things about her, she would never know.
Though, after a few moments passed, she heard her name. To her, it sounded like a low muttering sound and then Aithne. She was only to guess that he asked about her well-being, the simple Are you okay? that she got all the time. So, with her eyes still closed, she nodded her head.
It seemed that there was some tension in Ceara's voice, her tone just changed so rapidly. Aithne sat there trying to figure out what could be wrong with her, what could make her either upset or frazzled. Since she could hear only tones, for she was floating off in her on fantasy world, she would let the two talk for a while, or at least until they either touched her, spoke to her, or just left here there, by herself.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 28, 2009 9:02:20 GMT -8
Ceara just stood there, looking uncomfortable as she fidgeted, looking from Emlyn to Aithne and wondering what to do. Emlyn looked just as uncomfortable as her...then again, he always seemed to be uncomfortable around people, and Aithne still seemed to be in shock. Not that she could really see why...it wasn't like someone had just pulled out a sword and held it at her throat. Ceara could see why something like that would send someone into shock, but...having someone fall on you? Sure, Aithne looked very fragile, almost like a porcelain doll, but...really? Something as small as that?
Ceara turned her attention back to Emlyn, glad to hear that his shoulder was feeling much better but still she felt pretty awkward. She tried to think of something to say, but not much came to mind. She had the horrible urge to make an excuse of why she had to leave and then leave Emlyn to deal with it, but she wouldn't do that to him. She'd stick around, no matter how awkward she felt. She wondered whether Emlyn and Aithne had noticed the tension in her voice. God, she hoped not. She didn't want them to start wondering why she'd sounded uncomfortable.
Finally she decided to just blab about the first thing that came to mind, doing anything to try save them from the awkward silence. "I'm sure you noticed that scar on my back, right, Emlyn?" She asked quietly, surprising herself. She wasn't about to tell him how she had gotten it, was she!? "Well...since you told me how you got your scars, it's only fair I tell you how I got mine, right?" She asked, forcing a chuckle as she slowly sat down cross-legged this time. Though she appeared to only be talking to Emlyn, she was hoping that if Aithne joined in the conversation as well her shock would go away. Besides, if anyone saw them now it wouldn't look nearly as bad. It would appear only like they were trying to get out of the sun by sitting in the shade of a cart. She paused and waited for him to answer, wondering what had come over her that she felt the need to tell these near strangers about her scar._______________________________________ Words: 397 Mood: Very good Notes: If it starts getting boring we either have to end it or make something random happen xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 28, 2009 9:48:17 GMT -8
Poor Emlyn, everything was confusing at that moment. Everyone was acting oddly and he was expected to respond to it. But how could he when he didn't even know why they doing it? Everyone's actions seemed...so random, like they were on a stage, and he had been given a script but everyone else was ab-libbing. Right now, he was looking at his mental script and thinking, No, they were supposed to say that...now my line doesn't make any sense! So now he had to come up with a new one, while hoping that the audience wouldn't notice the sudden 180-degree turn.
Something about Ceara especially didn't seem right. Her smile seemed fake, which was odd. She always seemed to be genuine. He was pretty sure she had still wanted him to get his shoulder checked...or maybe she had just been disturbed by how it had looked. Perhaps she was mad at him because he hadn't followed her advice before to have someone look at it. That sounded plausible...he would have gotten mad if she had refused to get her injury checked. Yes, that must have been it. But now it was fixed, thanks to Aithne, so she had nothing to worry about
Then she announced that she was going to tell them about her scar. Emlyn turned his head in surprise. He hadn't even asked about it, but he guessed that she had just assumed he would be curious. Well, he was, and he was sure she'd have a more exciting and less humiliating story than his, so he was all ears. "Okay..." he said while scootching slightly closer, wondering if Aithne would join in and also how he was going to repay her.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 28, 2009 10:52:10 GMT -8
The sparkle, the liveness, returned her eyes. She had been calm for a the past minutes, but usually she got caught up the in the peacefulness of her mind. Her brown-green eyes shot open and she stretched out her arms. "Mmm," her lips vibrated together as her same sincere smile danced upon her face.Aithne folded her hands back into her lap, gracefully.
"Well...since you told me how you got your scars, it's only fair I tell you how I got mine, right?" Should she really be here listening to this conversation? It really wasn't any of Aithne's business, but... they never excused her. Should she excuse herself? Her left hand reached up and tucked a piece of fallen hair out of her face, before she returned it to her lap.
She had noticed their scars, but Aithne noted to herself that it would be rude to ask. Some people take pride in their battle scars, others just want the memories to go away. She wondered how these two, Ceara and Emlyn, thought of theirs. Aithne sat there, silent, but the two probably could tell that she was now alert and listening carefully.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 28, 2009 11:33:10 GMT -8
Ceara smiled slightly, looking at Emlyn and Aithne, glad to see that she had their attention and the feeling of awkwardness was going away...slowly. Now she just felt stupid for having to decide to tell these people her secret. She and her parents...and the man that had given her the scar, were the only people that knew about it. Why had she suddenly volunteered to tell them!? She debated with herself on whether to figure out a way out of it quickly, but she saw Emlyn scoot closer to her slightly, and saw that even Aithne seemed to be feeling better now and she knew she couldn't do that. Besides, she really did owe Emlyn an explanation, it was only fair since he had told her how he had gotten his scar.
"Well..." She clasped her hands together on her lap, trying to keep from fidgeting. "A few years ago, when I was still training to be a knight, I was walking down the street late at night when I saw a drunk man beating up a little boy. Seeing that pretty much infuriated me and without thinking I charged at him." She said and paused again, keeping her eyes lowered and just watching the ground now. "Well, it turned out he wasn't as drunk as I first thought. He managed to knock me down and decided that because I'd helped the boy get away, I didn't deserve to live anymore. So he just stabbed me and carved the X into my back. I still don't know what the X stands for. Maybe his name started with that or something. Anyways, I did survive...barely, but I did and...yeah." She said, feeling horribly awkward and refusing to look at either Emlyn or Aithne.
To be honest, she would have rathered getting her scar the same way Emlyn had gotten his. At least then she couldn't go around telling people that it was her own stupidity that had gotten her the scar. She smiled weakly, though it was obviously forced. "So basically, I got this scar because of my own stupidity." She said, forcing a chuckle, sounding strained slightly.________________________________________ Words: 370 Mood: Headache and rushed Notes: Russshheeeddd xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 28, 2009 12:24:03 GMT -8
Emlyn gulped in a breath and clenched his fists as Ceara told the story of her scar, feeling ashamed for making even the slightest deal about his scars. He got his because of his own, personal failures, not because he had tried to save someone. He wished he could go find that man right now and make him pay, but of course he couldn't, and he thought that perhaps Ceara would want to get her own revenge. He sure would, if he was in that situation. He wouldn't want anyone else to fight his battles for him.
Then Ceara said it was because of her own stupidity, and he had to say something, "At least you were trying to save someone, I just couldn't handle my training and got punished." His scars to him, were reminders of his weaknesses, the things he couldn't do that others could. The mistakes and failures he had made...every time he felt his scars back there, he was reminded of them, and that he still had a long way to go before he would ever truly call himself a man or even a respectable person of society.
He remembered that Aithne was still there, and that she was probably feeling awkward from listening to just him and Ceara talk. He owed her a lot. He wouldn't have known what to do if she hadn't showed him up, he had no idea where to look for healers. "Aithne, sorry," He didn't know why he said sorry, mostly because he had just been ignoring her, "is there anything we can do to repay you? I can pay you for your services if you'd let me get to my horse." The awkwardness was hitting him again. She must've wanted something in return for healing them both, but what if he had accidentally insulted her or something? And now he also felt bad, for Ceara had just told him what he thought to be a big secret and he couldn't really think of anything good to say.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 28, 2009 13:05:39 GMT -8
Ceara's story, her decribing what happened to her to get those scars, it made Aithne feel more insecure about herself. She would've just died altogether if that happened to her. She made a big deal over a scrape once. That's how began to develop the different types of antidotes and elixirs. She never wanted physical pain, she never wanted anyone to hurt her; she was to be protected by something.
Her eyes were downward casted, as if she were watching the ground. She kept on thinking of how she always disappointed herself; when she messed up. Aithne would, again, protect herself, her feelings, by saying it just made her stronger, when in all reality, when she thought about it... well, it was just painful all over again. Being alive really did stink, it was like you were born for certain disaster and disappointment, failure.
The two's conversation continued on and she heard every word of it. It seemed that she wasn't physically acknowledging what they said, though. Wait! Was she know disappointing them? Her head snapped back up and she opened her mouth to say something before Emlyn cut her off. No, it wasn't rude, she was just severely delayed. A light, pink blush covered her cheeks.
"Aithne, sorry." && "is there anything we can do to repay you? I can pay you for your services if you'd let me get to my horse." [/i][/center] What was he apologizing for? He didn't do anything wrong and Ceara certainly didn't do anything wrong, either. She didn't nod her head, she just acknowledged the fact he said it by looking at him. Her eyes were vaguely squinting, as if she were trying to figure out why she said sorry, while he spoke again. He wanted to pay her? Usually people just expected her services were free. She thought about it hard, "...well, I do need some money. I can't live off of nothing..." So, still looking at Emlyn, she nodded. "I can't really put an amount on it," she spoke, looking over at Ceara this time. Would they think she was heartless for not just saying, Oh, no! It's completely fine! If she had enough money to say that, she would, but, sadly... she didn't. [/sup][/size][/font]
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 28, 2009 14:29:35 GMT -8
It was weird...telling Emlyn and Aithne about her scar didn't make her feel worse, as she had expected, but better. People were always saying that if you got a big secret or something off your chest it made you feel better, but Ceara had always just thought that that was something someone said when they wanted someone else to tell them their secret. Sort of like 'Oh, tell me your secret, you'll feel better' when in reality the person would actually feel worse. To her surprise, however, she discovered that that wasn't true. Ceara did in fact feel like a huge weight had been lifted off her, and she finally looked up and smiled at them, her smile genuine. It didn't matter to her that Aithne stayed quiet and Emlyn didn't say much, like always, because what had she expected them to say? There wasn't much someone in their position could say. So just the fact that they had listened so intently made her feel much better.
At least until Emlyn turned and began speaking to Aithne. Her smile faded slightly and she cursed herself for falling for Emlyn so quickly. He wasn't interested in her that way. She just felt stupid for liking him this way. She sort of wished she could ask someone what she should do, whether she should tell Emlyn or not, but she didn't really have many people she could tell. Ceara had a lot of acquaintances, but not many close friends that she could trust with something like this. She considered asking her mother, but she didn't get along well with her family. It would be a disaster waiting to happen if she told them she liked a boy, and a quiet, anti-social boy like Emlyn. They were already ashamed of her as it was, she didn't need to make it worse. Not that there was anything really wrong with Emlyn, he was just not the type of boy her parents would want her to end up with. She figured they wanted her to end up with some rich, powerful knight that could protect her. Probably in hopes that she would lose her own will to fight and become more feminine. Maybe become more like Aithne. Aithne was the perfect example of the daughter her parents had always wanted. She was nothing like Aithne, so her parents were ashamed of her. Plus they wouldn't want her with some probably not-so-rich Russian warrior.
Stop thinking about that! Emlyn doesn't even like you in that way! she thought, getting angry at herself once again. Emlyn could like whoever he wanted, and if he and Aithne got together then...she'd try her best to be happy for them. She was pulled out of her thoughts as Aithne agreed that she needed the money. "I'll pay for us, I have my money with me anyways." She said, forcing her voice to be normal and light. She reached into her pocket, pulling out her wallet. "Well...how much do you want for both healings?" She asked, not sure how much to pay.________________________________________ Words: 542 Mood: Insanely good xD Notes: Do people have wallets in 1515? xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 28, 2009 15:15:55 GMT -8
Emlyn noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ceara's eyes never seemed as bright when he was speaking to Aithne. He had thought she was only irritated at him, but was she also mad at the healer? He thought about it and came to the conclusion that she didn't like the fact that she had had to rely on someone else to help her, since she was used to being strong. Now things were starting to make sense...well, at least when it came to Ceara. He was still confused about Aithne...wait, what was he confused about again?
When Ceara offered to pay, he stood up and shook his head, "No, I requested her help, and then I offered to pay, it will just take me a second." And with that, he left them, hoping they wouldn't think he was just abandoning them and running away. He turned back onto the main street, but took a little detour to the same alleyway to pick up his bow, which he had left, and swung it over his shoulder, taking a deep breath before braving it through the crowd again. He was not looking forward to that.
He hunched up his shoulders and dove in, wincing as numerous people hit his shoulder, which still hurt whenever someone prodded it. Then he winced again when he caught a little boy staring at him. Oh how he wished his mother hadn't been stupid and accidentally given him blue hair. It was the most unfortunate thing for a guy who hated standing out to happen. But he had no idea how to cure it, or he would have done it ages ago. Perhaps he could find a sorcerer...
He finally found and made his way to World's Darkest Treasure, who was fidgeting where he was tied at the edge of the market. A small group of young kids were jumping up and down by him, trying to reach up to Talisman, who was at her usual place on the gelding's back, and ignoring the attempts to try and stroke her silky fur. Emlyn frowned, and when the kids saw him coming, they just had to look at him and then scatter. He pat Treasure comfortingly and then started leading back through the dreaded crowd again.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 28, 2009 15:54:08 GMT -8
So now Ceara was going to pay here? Why did she wish to pay? Usually girls would love for a man to pay for her. Aithne would love it if a male did that for her. Her eyes glanced over to Emlyn, wondering what he thought of it. Did it really matter who paid? Aithne was wondering if she should change her mind, making the use of her power potents free.
"Well...how much do you want for both healings?" "Oh, um. I'm not too--" "No, I requested her help, and then I offered to pay, it will just take me a second." "Um...," she muttered, watching him leave, "...okay." Her eyes moved back to look at Ceara; she showed her a gentle smile. "About the money... I'm not too sure how to price it. I have just recently made these, I can't really put a price on them...," her eyes wavered between her and the cart, until they were looking back at her, "...I was hoping that you could tell me what the price should be, considering you experienced the pain." Aithne strived to make the perfect medicine, but that would take forever and... it wasn't like she was immortal. She pushed herself up and wiped the excess dirt off of her ripped dress.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 28, 2009 16:21:12 GMT -8
Ceara sighed as Emlyn insisted on paying it and got up and left to fetch his money before she could argue anymore. She felt a little bit uncomfortable being left alone with Aithne, but she didn't see why she should. Aithne was very nice, and ever if Aithne was a little...more fragile then Ceara was used to, she still liked the other woman. She pretty much felt like a jealous freak, and thinking that of herself only made her feel worse. Still, maybe now was her chance to have a little one on one time with another girl. Maybe Aithne would know more about boys than she did, and she trusted Aithne not to tell Emlyn whatever she said.
"Hey Aithne, can I ask you a question?" She asked, sounding hesitant. She began to blush slightly feeling embarrassed. How was she supposed to say this? What if Aithne started thinking she was a jealous freak also? "I was just wondering what...you know....what would you do if..." Ugh, she was no good at this. Talking about her feelings to anyone was strange. "...You know Emlyn? Well...I kind of....I mean...what I'm trying to say is...argh. I'm no good at this." She said, sighing in annoyance as she hit herself in the head. "Just...never mind." She said, deciding she'd embarrassed herself enough.
"Well...I don't really know anything about medicine...I think Emlyn's healing should probably cost more, just because his seemed harder for you, but mine should cost...I don't know." She said, chuckling. At least this was easier to talk about then her feelings, when she didn't even quite understand her feelings. "Maybe like...fifty dollars for my healing and seventy-five for Emlyn's?" She asked, as it was just a suggestion. She pulled out seventy-five dollars anyways. "I'll pay for Emlyn's healing. Can you do me a favor, though? He'll likely offer to pay both. Can you just tell him the fifty dollars is the cost of both healings? I'll pay for his and he can pay for mine." She said, nodding as she offered Aithen the seventy-five dollars.________________________________________ Words: 389 Mood: Eh. Notes: Please make Aithne pursue whatever she was trying to tell her! [/size]
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