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Post by Melisande Ardell on Jun 17, 2009 19:04:50 GMT -5
Food had done Melisande good. Instead of a pale and sickly frame, the comfortable lodgings and warm meals provided by Dagg'or had made Melisande gain back some weight and color. Her bones weren't completely visible now, but of course, the moment she saw that bread she descended on it like a wolf. She knew it had probably hurt Dagg'or to see her so utterly... desperate, but if she didn't keep her strength up she would never find her beloved Alyia.
She had the luxury to wander now, which was what she did when Dagg'or disappeared to work. She still wasn't entirely privy to what he did, but she dared not ask. It wasn't her business. Melisande strolled lazily through the woods, unaware of how dangerous it could be for her. But this was Narnia, and it was certainly not like the horrors found in Telmar. She had heard as such. Her lips pressed to the flask she borrowed from her brother, taking a slow sip before she pressed onwards.
She wasn't sure what would happen, now that she found Dagg'or. Alyia was her first priority. Dagg'or... she had been more then fond of, but now things were odd and strained between them. Her life was separate from his- he kept his secrets and she kept hers. All in all, though, she was in good spirits. She hummed softly to herself as she walked, deciding she would visit the closet village and look for her daughter.
But she did not get that far. She found a small little cave, surrounded by stones. Curiosity got the best of Melisande, and though she should have known better, she wandered inside. Her eyes wandered around it, finding the stone table and smiling at it softly. "You've been forgotten, my friend." She said, patting it as though it were nothing more then some old fixture and not the priceless piece of history that it was. After all, Mel knew nothing of Narnia.
She decided to sit on it, her legs falling down but nothing was revealed by her long dress. She looked around sleepily, for the lighting was just right to make Mel feel tired. Gradually she curled up on the table, her legs tucked below her. Her eyes started to droop, and before she knew it, Melisande was fast asleep on Aslan's table.
ooc // postin order- Daggs, Miry, Me
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Jun 17, 2009 19:35:21 GMT -5
Slowly the man blinked and stretched his back. Why was he here and what had brought him to this place was no certain only that h had been told she had gone this way and it worried him for her to be by herself. Not since they had reunited in Telmar had he known what it was life to have to care for someone so much. Granted, he loved his lady Mirasia, but he was aware that she could care and fend for herself if need be and would not be in mortal danger, Not like Mel could be in this place.
He smiled bit faintly as he had notice her spirit liven up slightly. She had gained weight and he'd done his best to keep her fed and sheltered as best he could. Which was fairly well considering he was a captain so the wealth he had was enough for them both. Having her back in his life felt more like a dream than any reality he could have conjured up. He would have wished for all the happiness in teh world had him and Mirasia not had a falling out a while back.
His thoughts went back to the silver haired goddess and a frown creased his features.He continued his walk though as thoughts of what they had said to each other tormented his head. They had been angry and frustrated and he... he missed her. Angry of not he wished she were there to share with him this happy time but imagined that one such as her would never understand. She had been alone to him, in this world and imagined they were kin in the sense that he had also been alone... and now he was alone... no more.
A slight shiver crept up his spine and he approached the entry way to this Narnia's most sacred place. Why would she be here, why would she be drawn to this place... he found himself wondering silently as the eerie light seemed to guide him forth. The torches here were lit, but he did not know of any magic keeping them this way other than him, the lion himself who was either gone or trapped somewhere as far as he was concerned.
Upon reaching the chamber his eyes went up to a carving on the far wall before him. A carving of Aslan himself and for a moment in time his knees felt weak. He felt as though he would have fallen had he not caught himself on the border. Immediately his eyes lowered to the ground as he battled to steady himself. A hint of white, however seemed to catch his eye and as he slowly dared to raise his gaze to the table he spotted his perfect innocent sister, asleep in the place.
A smile, though small; once more graced his weary features as he made his way towards her and dared to look down upon her. He didn't want to wake her, but he didn't want to stay in this place for much longer either where his alliances where beginning to come into question.
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Post by Mirasia Leventia on Jun 17, 2009 20:00:41 GMT -5
She had been lurking... watching... for some time now. No sight of the queen whom she was hunting, so she had been wandering. Of course, Mirasia's thoughts often wondered to Dagg'or, wherever he was now. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him. No matter, she'd make it up to him soon enough. Smirking, she was drawn from her thoughts by and emerging figure. Quirking a brow, she remained in the shadows, frozen like one of the many stones in this place. A female, but the queen she was not.
Intrigued none the less, her icy eyes followed her, watching as she made her way around a turn. Leaning out, she wondered how far she went, but another sound drew her back to the shadows. Approaching heavier footsteps echoed off the walls, and she waited patiently for whomever it was to come forth. The muscles in her neck tensed and his scent came, and then eventually him. Dagg'or was right in front of her, so close she could've touched him, yet He took no notice and passed her by. Waiting until he was out of sight, she began her decent.
Curious, that he hadn't even noticed her. He had such incredible senses normally, yet he had just passed her by unawares. A light smirk made the corner of her lip twitch, and she very quietly followed him and the girl from earlier. This was very captivating for her to take in, after weeks of nothing. Just evidence of where they had been.. A small growl was present on her features, but turned into a complete, yet silent, snarl as she found a shadowy corner to watch.
In the only eye which gave him sight, the one she could see from this angle, held something. Fondness, caring; for the girl that was laying on he stone table before them. A small smile graced his lips, and that alone was enough to make the Young witch want to slit a few throats. Yet her feet remained locked in place, her arms crossed loosely over her chest. Mirasia wasn't about make herself known... yet.. |
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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jun 17, 2009 20:13:47 GMT -5
Melisande slept lightly- she had had to when she was on the run. That didn't change now simply because she was in Narnia, and it didn't take long for her to open her eyes slowly and glance around her. Dagg'or was at her side, and she blinked a few times before she sat up and stretched. She was aware she hadn't been asleep for that long, but it felt as if it had been a few hours, though perhaps it was actually five minutes. Mel yawned, covering her mouth as she glanced around her. She smiled weakly at her brother.
"I thought you were working." She said softly. "I woke up and you weren't there..." Melisande sat up, tucking her legs underneath her while her left arm propped her up. She lifted a hand to him, brushing it along his arm before she let it fall back down to her side, oblivious of the silent observer. Melisande glanced around the room again, quickly, noting the picture of a Lion she had just barely seen before her nap. But her attention was on Dagg'or, obviously on Dagg'or.
He was fasincating to her, a beloved brother back from the dead. And yet, he was so changed too... so odd. She wanted to grab him and make him into the way he was before, but Melisande, though simple, wasn't stupid. Such things could never happen. That didn't mean she couldn't remember fondly the sunlit days of her youth. It just... implied she wasn't entirely sure what was to become of them.
Then, just when she seemed as if she would gaze at him forever, she tore her eyes away. They went to the table, to the picture on the cavern wall. "What is this place?" She asked softly, for it was not typical of Melisande to speak much. Even with her brother, she was soft spoken and quiet, rarely asking questions or pushing conversations. Still, years of missing him forced her to say at least something, when all she wanted to do was hold his hand and look at him.
The world around her was pretty and quiet, it seemed like a decent place to relax. Dagg'or, on the other hand, didn't seem as if he liked it much. He had an odd expression on his face, but Melisande assumed he could be lost in thought as well. "Sit with me?" She asked, placing a hand on the table beside her, and looking up at him. She hated seeing him distracted, but then again, simply seeing him was a blessing. If only she could see Alyia... then perhaps she would be content.
ooc // I forgot I'm on Peter. LOL
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Jun 17, 2009 21:24:05 GMT -5
Just as she laid asleep for a while she awoke. A small smile raced her features and he almost laughed not menacingly mind you but more of a glad you're back sort of smile. "I thought you were working." Nodding meekly he shrugged his shoulders. "Some of the men are off scouting and I was told you had wandered off..." he said letting one finger point at her tiny nose. At times he sounded more like a father scolding his child than an over protective brother being worried for her and he wondered if that tendency was beginning to grow thin on her. "I woke up and you weren't there..."
This was true, he'd left but he could almost distinctly recall leaving a note. "I left you some breakfast... maybe I forgot the note?" he said shrugging his shoulders once more as she moved to sit up. Another smile appeared on his features as she seemed to be more, comfortable around him than fearful like the others he knew. Not that he would blame her if she were, after witnessing his massacre back on the god forsaken spit of land they used to call home. He let his eye look from her to where she was looking and immediately lowered his gaze from the carving of the great Lion on the wall.
He felt shame, as though he didn't really deserve to even glance a the likeness of Narnia's creator. They both stood there in silent contemplation, comfortable silence to say the least until she once more spoke up and he looked. Though the feeling of being watched was ever present in the back of his mind. Someone was watching them and yet he he didn't feel threatened, at least not yet. "What is this place?" He let his eyes trace her innocent childlike features and shook his head.
"If memory serves me correct, this is the stone table chamber... This is where Narnian god... died..." he said simply arching a brow at the memory but not quite sure of the entirety of the story. Suddenly a slight shift int he wind made him stiffen slightly. With an arch of a brow he turned his face to the side and sniffed the air. The scent was familiar and lingering but he payed no mind, he was aware of who it was and found it odd he had not noticed her before. Maybe he was loosing his touch after all...
"Sit with me?" Her tiny and soft voice brought the man back to reality and he turned to look at her. Fully aware now of the possibility of them being watched. Nodding to her question he took a seat next to his sister and pushed her softly to the side. "Must you take over ..." he said jokingly though hoping she would take it as a joke. He still wasn't sure how to act around Mel and the fact that he could hurt her feelings at any moment made him cringe at times, but it still would not keep him from trying.
Some people would think it morbid for siblings to sit in a former grave site. But he didn't feel at all morbid but a bit on edge by being in the great Aslan's stone Table chamber.
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Post by Mirasia Leventia on Jun 17, 2009 21:52:42 GMT -5
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
"I woke up and you weren't there..." It was unnerving, the words too much for her to really take in. Her ice stare went wide, her hand feeling its way down to the gleaming silver dagger at her waist. The hand was shaking, the strange desire to cut the throat of the girl sitting on the stone table growing by the seconds, which seemed to drag into minutes... and minutes to hours. Her nostrils flared, and it took all of her mental strength not to lash out physically at the two. He had just cut the fine thread that, in her prospective, kept them together.
It slipped. "Sit with me?" At those worlds, the snarl ripped past her teeth and severed her lips apart. She had taken enough of whatever the hell was going on, but remained where she was. When he turned his head and sniffed; she knew he knew she was here, but he was choosing to ignore her. That lousy bastard...how dare he... that little tramp.. Her furious gaze flickered from him to the girl, blood lust clear in her expression. Did he think he could just get away with it.
Yet he still smiled at her, such fondness and caring in his face. steadying her hand on the dagger, she took a quiet, half step forward, well aware that now flames danced across her figure, revealing the witch to them, except for the fact that they were turned in the opposite direction. He had left her a note.. how touching... Her lips were pressed into a hard, thin line, as she took a few more quiet steps in their direction.
Mirasia knew that he would know that she was in the chamber by now, so she didn't even make an introduction to the two, just standing there, glaring down upon them in silent fury.
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Jun 17, 2009 23:12:14 GMT -5
He pointed a finger at her, at which Melisande blinked uncertainly. "I... I had business to attend to." She said, and her gaze dropped to the floor. Her fingers found the giant cracks in the table and she started to play with them, tracing them back and forth. She bit her lower lip, not savagely, but enough to cause a bit of pressure before releasing it. Mel knew she looked... odd, so she turned her head back towards the giant painting.
"And I didn't find your note... but perhaps I didn't look hard enough." His accomidations were not by any means glamorous, but compared to Melisande's former, they were a palace. Indeed, it was clear to her he was of some status, especially when she watched the way he interacted with those who had passed them on the walk back to Narnia. Dagg'or walked with... not a strut, but a confidence Melisande hadn't seen in him before. It wasn't bad... it was just... different.
"If memory serves me correct, this is the stone table chamber... This is where Narnian god... died..." Melisande immediately cocked her head with a sudden rapid movement. "Gods do not die." She said lightly, but somewhere in a distant past she was remembering a story of a god and a table. A tiger, perhaps, or some sort of cat. A Lion... She mused, peeking at the picture once more. Perhaps she would brush up on that story, and return. Alyia, she imagined, might like it.
She only smiled when he asked if she must take over, but it was weak and a bit nervous. After all, the events of that night weren't completely forgetten, just... repressed for a while. But Dagg'or again seemed preoccupied, and he scanned the room quickly. Melisande didn't notice anything odd... until a women emerged.
The soft footsteps made her turn to face Mirasia, who she gazed at with confusion. Her hand was on her blade, which naturally made Melisande a bit jumpy, but the flames across the woman's body alarmed her far more then any other. She scooted closer to her brother involuntarily, recalling his power and strength that night. Her hand went to his arm, holding it, unnerved. She said nothing, and would say nothing, but her eyes were wide and clearly alarmed with the sudden appearance of a stranger... never mind how threatening the stranger looked.
ooc // I kicked Peter out. 
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Jun 17, 2009 23:28:44 GMT -5
"I... I had business to attend to." He gave her a bit of a look, mocking her a little but that was what brother's did right? "You, have business in Narnia?" the smile was there but he just shook his head. As long as business did not include Jadis she could do as she pleased. "I rather you not go out wandering by yourself, makes me uneasy... when I can't find you..." his tone sincere and with a hint of worry in his voice and eyes. "And I didn't find your note... but perhaps I didn't look hard enough."
Once more he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I didn't leave one, at times a person's memory is not at it's best at ungodly hours of the morn..." Once he had mentioned the lion however she seemed to change and respond quite quickly."Gods do not die." He smiled at her, as though he looked at a child and not a full grown woman, which she was. "This one did, he died for a king only to be reborn stronger than ever and feast on the Witch and her army running them out of Narnia..." he then paused and tilted his head slightly pulling an apple out of his coat pocket and tossing it in the air before snatching it up again.." then again it's only a story..."
He then presented her with the apple. One of the few fruits that could still be found in this Gothic winter wonderland. Once he had taken his seat next to her he let his gaze fall on Mirasia. Or rather the shadow she was standing in for a few moments before she stepped out. The flames seemed to lick at her skin and dance around her features as she simply glared and looked at them. he knew all the rapid thoughts growing inside her mind but refused to even raise a word to stop them. If she wanted to think that was then she truly did not know him after all.
He felt Melisande's hand grip his arm and simply moved it around her a bit protectively for a moment before standing and taking a step in front of her. As if shielding her from Miry. "Long time no see... Mirasia..." he said in a voice smooth as velvet. He loved the girl, but he knew her temper and he didn't want to think of what could happen should it flare and be unleashed upon them both.
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Post by Mirasia Leventia on Jun 17, 2009 23:53:35 GMT -5
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
She wasn't paying attention to any of their chatter. All she was concerned with was finding out what the hell was going on here, and the girl was the first to take notice of her. Smirking slightly, she shifted her gaze to the man she loved, saying nothing in response to his speech, but instead drawing her dagger and sliding it against the wall, sending a glass shattering shriek echoing in the room, her head tilted to the side as she watched them with furious curiosity.
Cocking her head from side to side a few times before walking closer to them, carefully taking in what she saw. The hand with the blade was pinned at her side, but the metal still visible in the dancing fire light. Pausing, she leaned in close to the girl for a moment, taking in the girl that was 'hidden' behind Dagg'or. She was nothing, tiny at best. She was skin and bones, rather pale for the telmarine complexion, though she had nothing on herself. Quirking a brow in amusement, she shook her head before withdrawing and walking in her circle.
She dared Dagg'or a few glances before spinning on her heel and facing him dead on. Behind the angry facade was agony, which she was certain he could probably get a faint hint, maybe the girl none at all. Her hand quivered slightly before comparing the two faces she had now seen. There was definitely something there that struck her as familiar.
Walking until her face hovered mere inches away from his, she stared into his face. Her lips moved and s very soft hiss escaped. "Why..."
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Jun 18, 2009 0:06:55 GMT -5
"This one did, he died for a king only to be reborn stronger than ever and feast on the Witch and her army running them out of Narnia..." It seemed... so familiar to her. Maybe her mother had told it to her in the kitchen, or a friend had told it to her in passing. Melisande made a mental note to look it up with... well, something, Dagg'or surely had books. He said it was only a story... which Melisande could agree with. If there were a god, wouldn't they have intervened when her parents were being murdered?
She took the apple and shot him a glowing look of gratitude. Even with the icy weather, from Jadis, though Melisande didn't know that, and the strange seasons, he managed to get her one of her favorite fruits. She clung to it, ready to bite into it and offer it to Dagg'or when the woman interupted.
Dagg'or moved over her, his arm next to her as if shielding her from what was about to come. Melisande paled a little bit, but she was an Ardell, and she had been known to fight back... if not well. "Long time no see... Mirasia..." At least her brother knew the woman, who responded with the shrill scream of a dagger against the wall. Melisande winced, closing her eyes as if that would block the sound, and opening them once it had stopped.
The woman came close to her, and like a bird that had slammed against a branch by mistake, Melisande remained as still as she possibly could, staring at Mirasia with confusion and a hint of worry. The dagger... she hated that dagger. It spelled worry, danger. But the woman only looked at her, scowling, which was enough to make Melisande both annoyed and a bit nervous as well.
Her eyes went to Dagg'or now, gazing at him as if he were a piece of meat. In turn Melisande stared at her brother, keeping a grip on his arm. Why... The woman uttered, glaring at her sibling venomously. Melisande's eyes remained on Dagg'or, for now she was utterly lost. She was starting to understand Dagg'or's fear for her being alone.
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Jun 18, 2009 0:20:44 GMT -5
As if on cue the shrill scream of a woman both angered and betrayed escaped her parted lips and yet he didn't flinch. Arms slowly folding over his chest as he took a stance he had taken many times before when talking to Mirasia. The scraping on the wall was enough to send chills down his spine and yet his eyebrow arched slightly at the sight of the silver dagger. Recognizing it almost instantly... "I can tell my present has been by far your favorite since you keep it with you... close to your heart I hope?" he more stated than asked watching her skulk closer like a cat rounding on it's prey.
Watching Mirasia on the prowl was like watching perfection extend it's wings and fly. It just never got any more... exquisite and yet the way she moved and glared he knew that her vision was blurred and her judgments were flawed. He wasn't in the mood to begin explaining himself to her or anyone for that matter but when he felt the tiny grip on his arm tighten slightly he almost felt compelled to just spill everything and hope for the best.
She continued to move closer and eye his baby sister which annoyed the hell out of him and was quite clear with the threatening growl that escaped his lips then. He gave Mirasia one warning glance which she retaliated with loathing hate and utter despair. She was hurt and had no reason to be, she didn't know who Melisande was. He vaguely remembered having mentioned her once to the Perfect pale goddess before him but imagined his idle words had been lost in the sands of time.
Sighing softly he heard her hiss and shoot him a look that screamed bloody murder... "Why" How can such a small word tear people apart. And how can one simple misunderstanding bring chaos upon them all. "I am aware of what your thinking, and all I have to say on the subject is that you are wrong." That was all he said just looking at her, watching her want to tear his throat out of his body and show it to him before he died. That was the way she was, the powerful ad cruel beauty that possessed his heart until the very last beat died into nothing. That fact that she could very well murder him where he stood sent shivers of both fear and delight down his spine and those where the very reasons he loved her, now and always.
But he also felt that her constant accusations needed to stop. They needed an ending and if by proving her wrong for this time slowly and deliberately letting her come to the right conclusion she would stop the madness... So be it.
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Post by Mirasia Leventia on Jun 18, 2009 0:54:57 GMT -5
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
"I can tell my present has been by far your favorite since you keep it with you... close to your heart I hope?" Tilting her head slightly, her lips barely moved to match her answer. "Of course..." Casually flickering her gaze back to the girl that he was trying hard to hide from her site, she quietly took in her features. Ah ha... Her gaze became lazy, nearly carrying an air of not really caring about what she was seeing. Smirking at his growl, she turned back to him, forgetting the girl crawled into his side.
Waiting for whatever explanation he was going to offer her, she began twirling her present on her finger, not even watched as it spun on her skin. Miry felt no pain, or at least her nerve endings weren't reacting as usual. "I am aware of what your thinking, and all I have to say on the subject is that you are wrong." Rolling her eyes, she gave him a nearly bored look.
Tilting her head to the side and then looking back at the girl, she ignored his words altogether for a moment before speaking directly to her. "Forgive me for whatever I've come across as. Hopefully he Can accept my apology as well. Not to worry." Her eyes were wide and spiked with interest, but still betrayal. Shaking her head and a few of her silver tresses falling and framing her pale face.
A slightly astonished look controlled her eyes as she stared at him in disbelief. "Why couldn't you trust me?" The girl had a sharper memory than he thought, but she still was unhappy, pretty much pissed off, that he didn't trust her, though he never mentioned a name. Besides, the resemblance was evident enough for her to see. Turning her gaze back on the girl, she smirked in bemusement. "Whats your name anyway?"
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Post by Melisande Ardell on Jun 18, 2009 1:10:46 GMT -5
Mel was... starting... to understand. "I can tell my present has been by far your favorite since you keep it with you... close to your heart I hope?" They were friends, or had been friends, it seemed, by the way the woman was glowering at Dagg'or. He seemed to have done something wrong, unless Melisande was reading them wrong, which was quite likely. "Of course." The woman replied simply, playing with Dagg'or's gift. What sort of gift is a dagger? Melisande thought.
"I am aware of what your thinking, and all I have to say on the subject is that you are wrong." Dagg'or claimed, and again Melisande looked at him quizzically. She tried not to cringe when Mirasia toyed with the blade lazily. It may have been fascinating to some, but to Mel, who was a bit wary of this flaming and growling witch to begin with, it was repulsive and strange. She kept her gaze away from the dagger, knowing it would trouble her, and put her eyes back on her brother.
But it clearly wasn't meant to be, for the woman stole her attention again. "Forgive me for whatever I've come across as. Hopefully he can accept my apology as well. Not to worry." Melisande didn't say anything in response, she just looked at Mirasia wide eyed. But when Melisande didn't say anything the woman turned back to Dagg'or. "Why couldn't you trust me?" Mel had no idea of course, what this implied, so she remained behind her brother, as silent as the grave.
"Whats your name anyway?" Melisande glanced at Mirasia once, and then looked at her brother for confirmation that everything was all right. Her eyes shifted back to the dagger warily, watching it, as if waiting for Mirasia to strike at her. Her muscles were tense, ready to run and to drag Dagg'or with her if she had to. She had never dealt with a witch before, not of any sort. Perhaps it was the lighting, the glow of the torches, or maybe Melisande's own imagination, but Mirasia looked down right horrifying. Especially the way she kept leering at her... It seemed in Narnia no one was as they first appeared. If Dagg'or thought it was safe, he would answer for her, but until then, her obvious distrust of the woman was showing.
ooc // Mel reminds me of Alice down in Wonderland...
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Post by Captain Dagg'or Ardell on Jun 27, 2009 16:00:28 GMT -5
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
"Of course..." He just watched her move back and forth his gaze never leaving her form. Not even when he felt Mel move closer. She seemed to want an explanation, some answers but he wasn't very cooperative at the moment. He'd already figured part of what his sister had gone through. He had witnessed the torture Mirasia had been put under simply becasue she loved him and he was not about to ut his sister through that ordeal again. Never again...
Hard as stone and cold as ice he wanted to keep this girl safe and the fewer people that knew of her existence the better. Then again it didn't help if she was gallivanting off by herself at all hours. Women, can't live with them... can't understand them and even if he lived lifetimes he'd never truly want to. Letting out one single breath he felt he had held on to for too long he watched Mirasia as she rolled her eyes.
Aslan, that woman was incorrigible. He watched her looking at Mel and wasn't sure if he should be upset, weary or relaxed. He knew Miry would not attack her in his presence not after the over protective vibe he'd been giving throughout the entire conversation. Never the less at her word Mel remained silent as a desolate tomb which calmed him a bit. At least she knew not to speak to strangers even if he was there, should anything happen."Forgive me for whatever I've come across as. Hopefully he Can accept my apology as well. Not to worry."
"Why couldn't you trust me?" He blinked, his arms folded over his broad chest and he simply gave her a non compliant look. "The less people know the better, you should know that." Was his solemn reply. He felt as though he should be allowed to be a little selfish with the girl. It had been fifteen years thinking her dead or worse. Though the latter seemed to be evident in their first encounter. he wanted to protect her, shelter her and keep her safe an he couldn't do that if he had to tell the entire galaxy who she was.
Granted, upon a second though he should have mentioned something to Mirasia but she wasn't even there when he arrived wit her from Telmar with a story about how the Telmarines had decided to wage war on the small group with only him as a survivor. She wasn't there when he had to kill his men becasue if not they would and could betray him. She simply wasn't there... "Whats your name anyway?"
Once more her attention had been diverted back towards his sister. Moving his shoulders he lowered his arms from defensive to a bit more relaxed. "Melisande..." he relied simply and turned to look at his sister for a moment. She had that deer in headlights look down pat and he didn't like her being nervous or scared ever. "Mirasia, would you put that thing away before someone has an accident?" He, of course meant the dagger. For some reason it seemed to upset his sister and it was annoying him to no end since the last time he'd seen it was in a fight with Miry that started with her throwing the thing at his head.
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