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| Freya LaShale | Feb 20 2009, 02:25 PM |
Love Thief
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The vixen replaced herself on the edge of the bed, idly fingering the fabric which belonged to the joke of a blanket. Her eyes raised, meeting his with a less extraordinary green gaze than the present company. Dull as they were, they held much weather damage beneath the flecks of forest and fresh grass. She did not possess the sight of ignorance, nor innocence. At last, she found herself in front of the celebrity she had dreamed of meeting. It was a fantasy so close to being realized, she fought her body's urge to just reach out and braid his hair, to touch his royal locks. A distant smile spread across her face. Though her eyes were on him, she was somewhere lost in her own head as usual. "Three points of interesting information, My Leige," she held her pinky, ring, and index finger up briefly. "First, I know my word is no good, but it will not hurt to tell you that I never speak lies unless it is imperative to lie for a loved one. As of current, I have none, so please treat me with less skeptisism and I will make this as easy for you as possible so that you may return to your kingly duties. I stole the cargo for two reasons. The first being, I have dreamed of meeting you. I knew no other way to possess your full attention unless I'd wronged you. My most sincere apologies for that, but it did work. And the other reason would be my state of mind. I'm sure you couldn't care less for my personal issues, but you asked. I'm numb inside, M'lord. I cannot feel anything unless I place myself in a situation involving high amounts of adrenaline, which leads me to do some fairly idiotic things sometimes. Impulsive. Disregard for social code..." Freya placed her hands on her knees and gradually allowed them to slither up her thighs as she straightened out her posture. "Uhm... as for what else you'll find there. I set traps I can disarm to keep curious people away. Other than that, you'll find a tree, some broken wood, and freshly dug soil." A pause. She glanced away for a split second, only to return her attention to the being before her, staring at her so accusingly. "I am a native of Angkar. I was raised in the aristocracy of the time before your reign. I will not question your sentance, but from a personal perspective, please tell me if you're capable of forgiving me for my bout of fanatisism. If I have displeased my King to the point of no forgiveness, I would desperately wish to know." |
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