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| Topic Started: Sep 2 2009, 04:42 PM (403 Views) | |
| Kiki | Sep 2 2009, 04:42 PM Post #1 |
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Alyssa inhaled the fresh forest air, having walked a good distance from the Smiling Leprechaun Tavern and the bustling city of Madrid. She felt truly at home while amongst the trees, it was here that her powers were at their strongest, providing a sense of security. It wasn't that she was afraid of Mjor attacking her, she thought it was best to be prepared, for no one truly knew everything that made its home there. Her feet barely made a sound as she walked neither twig or leaf crunched beneath her feet. She mentally said a quick hello to some of the plants as she passed them by. Alyssa was elated that Mjor had decided to take her to such a magical place, and camping sounded like fun. She was glad that she had met the charming Mjor, luck appeared to be on her side. Alyssa was also glad that she had, or at least temporarily, a companion to travel with, they always made journeys much more fun and lively as opposed to walking alone. Her hood was down and she pulled it around her neck to keep it warmer than it was feeling currently. "It's beautiful tonight" she said surveying the sky, which twinkled with stars. "Thank you again for inviting me to this glade" How many others had he invited? She suddenly wondered, for some reason she was beginning to doubt his innocence and purity. Was it so hard to believe that a man could not be lecherous? She gazed at Mjor for a moment, before continuing to walk onwards following the man to his glade. Edited by Kiki, Sep 2 2009, 04:43 PM.
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 2 2009, 05:02 PM Post #2 |
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Agnar sat there quietly watching from the bushes in complete silence. He kept watch. He would not allow Mjor to take advantage of this women. He didn't trust him. As soon as he saw them leave, he teleported out of the bar without pay. They deserved it, watering down liqor like that. Had he payed for it, he would have been cheated. For now, all he would do now is just sit there and wait quietly in the shadows. |
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| Mjor | Sep 2 2009, 05:09 PM Post #3 |
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The walk with Alyssa had been pleasent, peaceful... And Mjor felt him falling for her charms more and more. Mentally he still thought of the lecherous things he would like to do, but with less and less effot. Why? He hated himself for that. What he said next was very unlike him, but he knew why... It was this place, a place which to Mjor was incredibly private, very raw, very emotional... It always made him act differently. He regretted bringing her here, partly, it was his place. They were close. "Part of me is scared" he admitted, the part of him that he left here and that never left the forest "I have spoken to other women... But never have I told another soul about here" he admitted "It's... A special place to me" They were about to step into the clearing "Closeyour eyes, and give me your hand, I will lead you in" he asked, in a voice which radiated nerves "And please..." he trailed off, scared to say. He got ready to push aside the branch and then lead her into the small clearing. The waterfall was not overly tall, but at dawn and dusk the light shone though it in such a way as to leave patterns on the rocks. Flowers bloomed softly aroudn the medow, mostly of startling pink, but of other shades too, and there was a small cavern behind the waterfall. This, and the siberb view of the sky you got were all very beautiful, but they were not the reason for his emotional weakness here. That was evident in something else, just at the base of the small pool, by the only tree that grew centrally in the grove, was a single tree. Beneath this single tree was a grave with a single name on it, and a short inscritption. Davidoff Orjtarn, Please, don't be ashamed of what I am It was his uncle, the man who took him in and taught him everything, the man who had lead the mercenary company that raised him, that slowly was killed off. The man whose Mjor's inexperience had killed. The blasted woman who killed him's face was still fresh in his mind... The vile one who seduced Mjor into letting her get close, who Mjor, young as he was then had not understood... His willingness to let her in killed Davidoff. "This is it... Mjor said as he lead Alyssa through, the stars have been better... But come dawn you will see the most amazing sight... I... Thankyou" |
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| Kiki | Sep 2 2009, 05:39 PM Post #4 |
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Alyssa was momentarily shocked, there was a quality to Mjor's voice, one that was not necessarily there before, it led her to believe him. She felt an imaginary burden magically lift off of her shoulders, she felt light. A similar feeling to when she ran through the forest uninhibited by anyone or anything. She did not know why, could it have been just because he was sharing what must have been such a special place with her alone? She mused over the thought while following Mjor, having stopped paying attention to the scenery. She knew for sure that no other nobleman had taken her to a truly private place. They had offered to take her to take her to what they would call their 'love nests', a room usually sealed off or a hidden part of a garden designated solely for the various love interests they had. What they did was horrid, what Mjor was doing made her happy. He told her to close her eyes, which she did and she held his hand. It was warm and her hand seemed to fit perfectly in his. He led her while her eyes were closed and eventually he spoke: "This is it..." he said, giving her a quick tour of the beautiful glade. Her eyes looked at everything in awe, the glade was so beautiful, it seemed as if it was perfect. She saw the lone grave, which only seemed to add a sad splendour of the glade. Making it all the more special. "The stars have been better... But come dawn you will see the most amazing sight... I... Thankyou" She was speechless, as she looked around at everything within the glade. She looked admired the flowers that were wondrously fragrant. She turned and smiled at him "This is all....so wonderful...I should be the one thanking you. Why do you thank me?" |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 2 2009, 06:09 PM Post #5 |
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Agnar began to move about through the bushes, silencing himself and following the two to a grave. Something about a special place, a private place for him. The women appeared to be pleased with this, it was odd. Agnar would still watch yet. He did not trust Mjor, he had to make sure that nothing would go amiss here. Alhough he couldn't help but feel as though he were a stalker. |
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| Forbz | Sep 2 2009, 08:05 PM Post #6 |
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Upon watching the others leave the Smiling Leprechaun Tavern, Gabriel took one last drink and walked out briskly while the bartender had his back turned. Lucifer was whispering in his ear, clutching to his arm. "They're going somewhere and we want to follow... Come on..." Gabriel didn't mind it, but he didn't particularly want to listen. There was nothing else to do, however, so he did. Gabriel snuck behind Agnar, never making a sound and looking casual even in light. By the time they had reached the glade, however, he was beginning to feel stressed. Agnar himself was sneaking and to prowl around a prowler didn't seem like a good idea. |
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| Mjor | Sep 3 2009, 02:42 AM Post #7 |
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Mjor did not instantly release Alyssa's hand when she opened her eyes, instead his hand lingered there for a few moments, then a few more until it glided back to his side. Part of him thought it was because he enjoyed the contact, for despite what he did, he never really had the chance for any... Part of him thought it was just a result of the way he felt about her. Nothng serious, of course, he was Mjor, he didn't have serious feeling, but on some level he had mentally connected... And that was very rare for him. Not since his Uncle's passing had he felt able to talk frankly to anyone about anything serious, and yet he knew if she asked him there was little he would not tell her... But that was this place. This cursed place! Why did he bring her here! Of course, a final part of him, one which usually dominated, told him it was a carefully measured gamble, his showing of reluctance to let go of her hand would be a subtle way to hint to her that he felt something, and thus slowly win her round. To be honest, Mjor was pretty sure that all these ideas, and the millions more in his head, were all correct, and yet also all wrong. And then she asked him why he thanked her. Why did he? Mjor had no experience of human contact, not when it was here at any rate, and thus felt he could only try and communicate what he could work out to be the truth. With nerves evident, but hidden as much as he could, he told her "Thankyou for coming here... Not a lot of people would of trusted me... Or wanted to know me when they knew what I do... Or cared... I guess it is a thankyou for finally letting me share this place" he looked at the grave "It is still a little painful, sometimes... But... I guess thankyou for letting me share this beauty with the world, as you have with yours" he looked at her and smiled briefly, before jerking his head away "Look, the stars are coming out" |
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| Kiki | Sep 3 2009, 01:19 PM Post #8 |
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Alyssa was moved emotionally by Mjor, he seemed to be very happy that she had come to share his special place with him, and she was. The chances of her coming across such a place were nil, especially if it was a haven for the spirits of nature, which she assumed it was, the beauty was ethereal. Her face reddened once again as she blushed, that was the second time that night, but it wasn't the first time someone had said she was, why did it effect her now? Was it his dark rich hair, his physique, his smile? No. She usually searched for things much deeper, but she found she could not name it. Her senses were clouded, preventing her from hearing the slow, yet soft complaints of the flowers and the bushes that were being pushed aside by watching eyes. The glade seemed to retain its splendour even without the sun's light, it almost had its own glow. It was not cold, but it was a bit chilly for her, she pulled up her hood, and looked up at the first few stars appearing for the night. He had said the stars would not be that good tonight, but she felt no matter what the condition, the stars would always be beautiful. "You have given your relative such a wonderful resting place" Alyssa said while indicating to the lone grave. "I'm so overwhelmed by all this beauty" she said with a happy sigh "I cannot even imagine the spectacle you have described" |
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| Mjor | Sep 3 2009, 01:51 PM Post #9 |
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Mjor noticed that Alyssa blushed at his compliment... Usually he would interpret that as a sign of his schemes working. Well part of him still did... But part of him just liked the way the blood sat in her cheeks... It was... Well, it was not a word Mjor used, but he guessed cute, but it did not seem to quite fit what he was thinking. Although, his brain was by now a complete shambles. It always was when his Uncle Davidoff was watching him, the guilt stripped his brain of all thought, leaving his mind bare. It was his fault he died, all his fault... That cursed woman! Foul harpy of hell! Evil seductive whore! He felt the anger rising, and immediatly tried to repress it. He saw his green eyed beauty pull her cloak up around her (And later he would curse himself for thinking like that, the possesiveness and the description, both unlike him... He would write it off as the place and whatever spell it was she must have cast) and immediatly removed his cloak and placed it over her shoulder. This left his arms and chest very exposed, but he did up his jacket, and was generally not bothered by the cold... In dry spells he had to sleep in colder when he was far from town. He did feel a nip though, maybe he would start a fire in a little bit, once they had settled on a place to sit and watch the sky, with a good view of the rockface where the breathtaking sunrise display would later occur. "You look cold" he said to her softly as he placed the cloak over her shoulders... He was a little embarresed, as the cloak was old, and not exactly fitting for someone used to fancy clothes... It was rough, weatherbeaten, slightly faded on the inside, but it was his, and it was warm, it was comfortable. "I do what I can for him... It is my Uncle... Growing up he was like a father, mother, best friend, mentor and everything else to me, everything I am, is because of him" he left out his slightly womanising tendancies, which were quite the opposite of the, in Mjor's opinion, great man lieing there "And... I kinda feel responsible for what happened to him... Thats why I brought him here" Mjor was visibly uncomfortable after the first few words, as what he was saying caught up to him. That was something intently private. The way he told it made it sound more noble too... Mjor remembered dragging his uncles near dead corpse away from the cursed woman, running blindly, his fifteen year old self sturggling under the weight of the larger man, coming across this place, and then finally failing him the last time... Mjor regained his composure a little "It is wonderous... Its something that you look at, and any worry just melts away. Its just pure, meaningless beauty, there for no reason but for itself" he looked up "I suppose it is time I shared it... look!"" he pointed to the sky "There's Morkai" he pointed to the constellation "My Uncle always used to say I was like him..." his voice trailed off. Edited by Mjor, Sep 3 2009, 02:12 PM.
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| Kiki | Sep 3 2009, 03:23 PM Post #10 |
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Alyssa suddenly felt a cloak being placed on her, it was Mjor's cloak in fact. Much warmer than her own which sacrificed warmth for less weight. She was grateful for the chivalrous gesture, sacrificing his own warmth for her own, the thought of it made her warm up, in a different way, it felt similar to the warmth of a blush throughout her body, without the redness that usually came along with it. She found herself thinking deeply about the cloak; she was wearing the cloak that he had travelled in, that he had fought in, perhaps that he had slept in. She could smell his scent on the cloak, she hadn't been close enough to him physically to smell it. Was it possible to love someone in such a way? To have just met someone a few hours ago, and to feel such a bond. There was no point in loving him, for in the end she would have to leave him, like all the other woman. She didn't want to be another one of his runaways. She could bring him home to her father, she was sure her father would gladly allow him to take over their assets. The could hire someone to take care of their castle while they just explored the world together. No. She was thinking brashly and foolishly, she would just enjoy the current time she had with Mjor. "If he is anything like you, he must have been a wonderful man" she said. Alyssa was not entirely sure whether she was treading in dangerous waters. She didn't want to bring up old things Mjor might have not wanted to talk about, though she also didn't want to ruin what she felt was a moment that they had formed between them. Alyssa looked up at the stars as he pointed them out, showing her a group of stars called Morkai. As a child she had never really noticed the stars, always heading to the forest or her garden to admire something new. She did not know about the various constellations but she about a few of them, the golden arrow, the silver tree, were two names that she remembered but she didn't know their current locations. |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 3 2009, 04:05 PM Post #11 |
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Agnar began to believe that he was mistaken. He gave a smile as he watched the two. He thought about his youth and a girl he had met, almost fell in love with. She was dead now though, it saddened him how long humans lived. His smile turned to a frown at the thought. But then he smiled again. It was rather....cute. But still, he would watch, he was an illussionist, things wern't always as they appeared. |
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| Mjor | Sep 3 2009, 04:38 PM Post #12 |
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"He was" Mjor agreed with her, "Much greater than I am or ever could be... He was just let down by someone close to him. He was flawless to the end" he continued, thinking about all the times he had made mistakes, some small, humourous and the subject of anecdotes in his life, some of them... Markedly bigger. Letting that woman in, failing to see through her, failing to understand who she was. Failing to save his life... The only success Mjor had was saving his own skin, like some selfish, pitiable creature; the womans motives were never clear to him, he remembered. He felt slightly vulnerable, and drew closer to Alyssa, putting one arm around her, drawing her close both for the feeling of comfort and warmth, which his bare arms were noticing now. He rationalised it as the next step in his scheme. "Do you know the story of Morkai?" he continued his earlier comment "Morkai was a great wolf... It was said he guarded the gates of death, to make sure nobody got in or out who shouldn't" he paused, remembering his Uncle's telling him "He had two heads, one to watch each way... But one day something terrible happened to him... He fell in love with a mortal woman. And when she died, he was so distraught, so pained, that he journeyed through the gates, and lead her out again. For failing in that, he was despised, and he had to spend his entire life running, the woman was not so quick, and was cursed, her memories gone she went back to the afterlife, forgetting all about brave Morkai... But Morkai, he ran so far he ended up in the sky, where nobody could find him... The woman he loved never knew why he did what he did, or where he went, and thats why he weeps great tears... Every time you see a shooting star, that is a tear of Morkai" he looked at the constallation... It did not look much like a wolf "I was like Morkai because I was always running, always running". He wondered why he told her this. He was pretty sure Morkai was something which came from his uncles (and thus assumedly his parents also) homeland, and it might not translate. |
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| Kiki | Sep 3 2009, 11:12 PM Post #13 |
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Alyssa felt Mjor's arm seamlessly glide around her and draw her closer to his body. Without a second thought she lay her head on his chest. Everything he seemed to do only drew her closer to him. Together, under the stars, sharing body heat as the night grew colder. It seemed like something that a bard would write; it was so romantic. It was in such close proximities that she could smell the scent that had lingered on his cloak, she could also feel the beat of his heart next to her ear. Alyssa was temporarily entranced by the rhythm. The tale he told her about the constellation Morkai was sombre and full of sadness. She looked up once more at the group of stars, it was as if she could vaguely make out the two-headed wolf's form. He suffered at the hands of love,despite willing to go against everything he knew and end up in exile alone, his love in vain. What was it that she had done that she deserved true love? Was Mjor truly her love, or was it all in vain? A sick game that love and its minions enjoyed to play. She no longer looked forward to the morning spectacle, it marked the end of the magical night. Her time spent with a man so enchanting, so charming, so unreal. She didn't want the moment to fade away like a dream, distant and lost in her memory. She slid her hand into his and faced him. "What is it you run from, true love?" she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. She was puzzled inwardly by her own question. It made no sense, for he had stated at the bar that women had run from him. Praying furiously that she hadn't ruined the night. She lowered her gaze but continued to hold his hand. |
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| Mjor | Sep 4 2009, 03:25 AM Post #14 |
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She leaned his head against his chest and it just felt... Right. Somehow, she was not like any of the others, all of whom he held in a paticular mix of hatred and love. He wondered if it was to do with this place, maybe his uncle was watching over, and trying to heal that paticular bugbear. Maybe. In truth, Mjor did not overly care about the reasons anymore, this was happening, and whether she was using magic, or was a nympth, or whatever other possible reason it was that he was so unusual at the moment, it did not matter. He just wanted it to carry on happening. And then she asked him something that threw him completly. "What is it you run from, true love?" she asked, as she turned a little and grabbed his hand. Well, it was the last word which had threw him most. Love. A baffling concept which made an ever so slight amount of blood run to his face. He knew not to to respond to that, and until he worked tht out he decided to stick to her question. Mjor looked up for a moment "I run from... Responsibility I guess" he mused, and was tempted to add guilt, guilt over his Uncles death, but he did not want to go into it "And guilt" he added, despite the fact he had decided not to say that "But mostly, I think I'm running because I don't know how to stop" he looked down at her, and saw she had dropped her gaze, which prompted him to place a small kiss on her forehead "But if all this running lead me to here and now... Then it was all worth it, wouldn't you say?" |
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| Kiki | Sep 4 2009, 12:15 PM Post #15 |
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Alyssa thought about the question herself, it was rather eerie how much she had in common to Mjor, but it drew her closer to him, like a bee to a sweet smelling flower. She realized that she too was also running from responsibility. Her responsibility as a young lady, to find someone to marry, to continue her family's legacy, and provide a man to take over her family's castle. She was merely avoiding them, by getting as far as she could by travelling the world. Her head cast down, and her hand in his, she felt his lips on her forehead. The warmth from the lips seemed to spread from the point he had kissed, and spread throughout her body. She looked up at him, "I suppose we all run from our responsibilities" she said "Though your guilt must be a heavy burden for you to bare alone" she looked away from him, unsure of what his response could possibly be. She didn't want him to draw away from her, he had just kissed her. "Perhaps you" she paused "Perhaps you could share your burden with me?" she asked. |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 4 2009, 12:17 PM Post #16 |
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Agnar for one was completely stunned. Could this be true love, he wondered. In reality, was he the fool? If nothing did happen, he certainly would be, spying on the two, though his intent was good. He gave a quiet sigh, one not audible due to the silence he had casted on himself. He was glad for it. If not for it, he'd probably had been spotted or at least heard already. |
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| Forbz | Sep 4 2009, 05:51 PM Post #17 |
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Gabriel watched in fascination. He was entranced and adrenalized with sneaking about, with Mjor and Alyssa completely unaware. He wondered why they were talking like they were, mostly because he couldn't understand a good deal of it; His experience in conversation was limited to that of his friend, Lucifer... "Come on. Go closer!" Lucifer shouted. Gabriel lurched forward in surprise, horrified. He hit the ground hard and twisted onto his back, in outrage that Lucifer would betray his hiding like that. He kicked and began to yell, but no sound came from his throat. His voice hadn't caught, and he felt his throat vibrating, but he heard nothing. For a moment there was just confusion, then panic. His eyes bulged and he kicked again at Lucifer in fright, trying his hardest to scream. "You're an idiot!" Lucifer hollered. "Talk, you dolt! And stop kicking me!" Lucifer knelt down and backhanded Gabriel across the face. The man just laid there, dazed and addled, trying to mumble. Even in the voice in his head had been silenced. |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 4 2009, 05:57 PM Post #18 |
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Agnar felt someone hit the ground behind him. He turned to look, about fifteen feet away, a man on the ground, in complete and utter confusion. It was that man from the bar. The crazed one, what was he up to, why did he follow. He was confused, unable to speak, but clearly, he was yelling at something, something that wasn't there. It was completely baffling. Agnar thanked himself for the silence spell once again. If he hadn't used it, his cover would have been blown. He simply sat and watched the man, hoping he would remain silent. |
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| Forbz | Sep 4 2009, 06:37 PM Post #19 |
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Gabriel scrambled to his knees and shuffled away from Lucifer, who stood there taunting. He turned and met Agnar's eyes. His face melted. His chin quivering, he tried to ask why he couldn't say anything. He stopped, and screamed, then tried to ask again. Lucifer only continued leering. Gabriel couldn't see why they two lovers hadn't yet turned to see them yet. |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 4 2009, 06:49 PM Post #20 |
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A sound rang inside of Gabirel's very head. Agnar coveyed a message with a very careful used ghost sound. It was as if it were a thought. "I silenced the area boy. Be quiet and stay put. I can't have you causing a ruckous." Agnar gave a silenced sigh and looked at the demented and confused lad who lay on the ground. Such a headache, in truth, Agnar really had no time for him. |
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| Mjor | Sep 5 2009, 10:29 AM Post #21 |
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Well. There it was. A question he should have seen coming when he took her here, a question he needed to answer, but still felt unable to. If he answered, that would be it, the final absoloute admittal of his guilt, of his role in his uncles death. It would be him telling the world that he was weak, pathetic, unable to see through the honeyed lies of that blasted woman (whose name Mjor refused to think... He was certain it was false anyway). It was at this point he had to decide... Did he truly feel something for Alyssa, or was his will just weakened? If the latter were true, he would most likely leave in about a month, tops, making any admissions pointless... But if the former... If he really did feel something, if whatever irrational hatred he had was blown away by this... Amazing, breathtaking woman, then by not telling her, he could ruin anything that may happen. If it was nothing, he could lie, draw closer still and leave options over... But if she found out it could end everything... His mind literally fragmented into warring parts over his course of action here. Which was probably why he did not notice any movement in the trees. "I" he began, but his voice cut off "I guess it would help to share it" he managed, which commited him to telling her something at least, truth or not, was still undecided. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping both arms around her. He tried to be gentle, but got the impression that he was not. As he pulled her in close, he smelt the soft fragrence of her hair... It did not help, merely clouded his mind. Would it be so bad to tell her? If everything did go bad, he needn't ever see her again, surely? And he got the sense she could be trusted. Why shouldn't he tell her? He had to tell someone sometime, and it might as well be now. This was certainly the right place for it. "Its..." he began, whispering it softly into her ear, as if he were scared saying it aloud would be too painful "My fault" he managed. At this point he felt a slight swelling behind his eyes, and was glad she could not see them whilst he held her like this. He had never cried about his Uncle's death. Nor any other member of the old company, he had accepted it all as an occupational hazard, he had accepted life as short, brutal and meaningless. What were a few lives? A few faces... The face of Davidoff Orjtarn flashed in his mind, the knowing, gentle, and yet also harsh eyes, the slight moustache, the heavy jaw... It had that judging look he had whenever Mjor had tried to hide something. "Never fight alone. When you are with friends no enemy, no problem can beat you. Together we can move mountains" his Uncles words flashed through his eyes "But if you ever want to move a mountain, I shall take it as evidence you've gone insane and beat some sense back into you myself" he smiled as he remembered them. Maybe he did need to beat this foe. "My weakness..." he continued to whisper "My naivety and weakness got him killed. It's my fault" he finished, as the first tear he had cried over his Uncle fell from his eyes. It was joined by a few more, although Mjor quickly managed to hold them back, hopefully before Alyssa noticed. |
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| Kiki | Sep 5 2009, 10:21 PM Post #22 |
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Alyssa watched the stars in silence, hoping that Mjor would not be displeased with her for asking what she thought might have been a very personal question. She was just some girl whom he had met at a tavern, what gave her the right to do such a thing? Her hand remained in his, a reassuring lifeline that told her that the feelings she was enjoying were not yet severed, and that Mjor had not drawn away from her. The stars twinkled brightly as if each of them shone in parallel to the invisible hopes and dreams within her heart, it only added to the magic of the night. She pulled Mjor’s cloak tighter around herself, more for the feeling of his closeness than for warmth. In the blink of an eye, she found herself surrounded by Mjor’s arms. Her body pulled close to his. She rationalized that she must have been dreaming to be in his embrace. His warm arms around her, she could feel his breath on her neck. She was so close to him, she longed to wrap her arms around his neck...No. That seemed much too forward for her, there was a definite mutual attraction, or else she wouldn’t be in his arms...However there were more pressing matters at hand. “It’s” he whispered softly into her ears, such a romantic gesture she had watched from afar. The times she would wish when she was a love struck youth for someone to do that to her. All her time spent in the garden and the forest, virtually washing away any other desires aside from those that dealt with plants and her heritage. She had forgotten all that time until that first whisper. "My fault" he finally said after a decent pause. "My weakness..." he continued to whisper "My naivety and weakness got him killed. It's my fault" Alyssa turned to comfort him. She placed her hand lightly on his right cheek, his eyes looked moist. It was clear this was a deep emotional wound, one that must have festered and become infected in ways she did not know. How one man’s heart could be so strong, she did not know. He still managed to fight for hire and at the end of the day smile easily as if he had not a care in the world. Alyssa wasn’t sure she would be able to do as well as Mjor did. Even with this small time she’d spent with him, she felt that she would mourn for days if she somehow lost him. She knew she would never forget him. “Your uncle wouldn’t want you to live with this burden throughout your life” she said softly “He would want you to overcome whatever your weakness is, and become an even better man than you are now” She slid her hand across his cheek and smiled “We all make mistakes because of foolish actions” She remembered the time when she had accidentally insulted a water spirit deep within a well. She almost caused a farmer to lose everything he and generations of his family had worked for because of the lack of water. Her grandmother temporarily sealed her powers away; Alyssa had thought she was going to die without them during the time. Her problems seemed like nothing compared to Mjor. She looked into his eyes brown eyes; they seemed filled with compassion, yet sorrow. “If it is your wish, I will help you overcome your weakness....because you have helped me overcome mine” Edited by Kiki, Sep 5 2009, 10:22 PM.
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| Mjor | Sep 6 2009, 04:11 AM Post #23 |
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The most amazing thing happened. The most amazing, suprising, sensless, unfathomable thing. He told her what he did, he let go of the dark and dirty secret that had kept itself hidden deep within him for years now, the secret which he did everything to try and forget, the secret which stayed quiet and down because of how he chose to live, as impulsivly as possible. He told her. And thats what lead to his great suprise. He told her, and her response was to... She... She did not hate him for it. Why? Why didn't she hate him? She should! After he had done something so horrible, after he had admitted doing something so disgusting, her response was to tell him how his Uncle would not want him to grieve over it, would not want him to be weaken him. Its the exact words he had told himself a million times and more, and yet coming from someone else... They meant so much more. When he said them, it just seemed like he was trying to justify what he did. When she said them, it sounded like the truth. She moved both her and his face, running her hand across his cheek... It felt... Nice. So seemed so different from everyone else he had his brief throw away nights with. She WAS so different to them, she was... Special. She offered to help him overcome his weakness... How beautifully ignorant, in a way, how completely clueless to what she had already done. "You already have" he told her in a hushed tone, he leaned forwards, resting his forehead against hers "You already have", and he continued to lean forwards, very gently and softly placing his lips on hers, even if it was just for a second. That was something he had never done before... So alien to him, the intense of false passion he could do... But this? When it actually... Did it actually... Mean something? He was instantly grasped with a type of fear... What if he had gone to far? What if she did not want what he was beggining to imagine? What if she was just like the thrice cursed one from before? What if... Mjor's usually focused mind descended into millions of doubts and questions. Edited by Mjor, Sep 6 2009, 11:21 AM.
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| Kiki | Sep 6 2009, 01:16 PM Post #24 |
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Alyssa was pleased that she had managed to help Mjor overcome the burden that troubled his heart. Though she was slightly confused, what had she done to heal him? She didn't remember doing anything significant, though she remembered the words of her father, that sometimes it wasn't what you did, but what you say. She had especially learned that lesson with her encounter with the spirit of the well. Perhaps she had said something to alleviate his pains. He rested his forehead on hers, her heat beat faster and he gazed into her eyes, and she into his. They were so close, she could kiss him, before she had time to dwell upon her wish, he placed his warm lips onto hers. There was definitely what she believed to be a spark, he pulled it away from her, the kiss coming to an end. She remembered her first kiss, an experiment with one of the young lords she had befriended. They both wondered what it would have been like, and ended in a weird and rather plain experience. This kiss which lasted for what felt like a second was so much more than the experiment at youth. Alyssa decided at that moment that she would stay with Mjor. She wasn't afraid of his occupation or the fact that his money came from the deaths of others. She knew in her heart that she loved him, there was no denying, despite the misgivings she may have had originally of him. "Mjor" she said softly "Ever since you have brought me to this glade, so many things have whirled about inside my head" She admittedly wanted to kiss him again, but instead she looked upwards to the heavens "I wasn't sure what to think about you at first, even with your easy smile and handsome looks" she smiled, remembering the first time he had smiled at her "Then when you brought me here I really got to know you. I feel that" she paused, saying something so forward, it was quite unlike her. Though what if this brave step would lead her to one day becoming Lady Orjtarn, she blushed at the thought of it "I love you Mjor" she finally managed to utter. |
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| Mjor | Sep 6 2009, 01:54 PM Post #25 |
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And that just about answered it. Why didn't she hate him? Simple. Love. She loved him. Mjor's mind stopped working, that one thought going around and around in his head. She loved him. Her; a beautiful, kind, clever and compassionate noble born woman with the world before her. Loved. Him; a cheating, killing, poor, inglorious and above all pathetic man. It just didn't add up. Why, why, why? What had he done? Why did he deserve this...? His mind caught up with him. He had been told that he was loved before, why did he suddenly care? Why did it suddenly matter that she felt something for him? Why did he not just say it back without thinking, kiss her passionately and lead her to the bedchambers? Why? Mjor's mind, which had been up until now, swirling with thoughts telling him what to do, then why he shouldn't, and then why he needed to. And now it was silent. The mercenary tried in vain to work out what it was he needed to say now, but his mind refused. It seemed he would... He would do what, exactly? "I don't deserve your love..." Mjor began, and hated it. Bad start. Why deny something he craved? He was shocked. He did not realise he wanted her love until just then... "And I don't think mercenaries are allowed to love..." he continued, and he hated it as well. Yes, it did not help to have attachments that could be exploited, but, surely they could... What was he doing? "But if I put aside the mercenary, and speak as the man... If I speak as Mjor Orjtarn, and ignore everything else" he was still unsure of where he was going "Then I love you, Alyssa." he finished, finally pleased with at least some of what he said. But he did not feel like he was done "I have been a mercenary for years... If you would let me, I would like to prioritise the man now" he continued "I would prioritise you" |
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