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Why me?
Nov 9, 2007 18:32:58 GMT -5
Post by Nuallan [Onora] on Nov 9, 2007 18:32:58 GMT -5
I didn't feel particularly great about how close she was standing. But I sure as hell wasn't going to let that show. Instead, I mimicked her expression in raising my right eyebrow. She was much shorter than I was, and I had to lean down to stare her right in the eye once more.
Her tone sounded rather flirtatious, and I wanted desperately to return the favor. But I restrained myself.
"Quite possibly, yes," I said, my teeth flashing in a smile. "I see little reason why I would tell you about my life anyway, though."
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Nov 9, 2007 18:51:52 GMT -5
Post by Alanna [Juicy] on Nov 9, 2007 18:51:52 GMT -5
Because you know you want to... I thought to myself, that idiotic and pointless comment always creeping into my mind. I let out a small and curious "huh" as he mimicked my expression. I found it rather interesting how he went along with what I was doing, though I seriously doubt that he could freeze me...
Wait! No Alanna, no more freezing to random people you meet in the wilderness! I quickly thought to myself. I guess that I would hold the temperature drop till later, like if he was mean or something.
"Give me a good reason as to why I shouldn't hear your life story," I grinned, eyes full of excitement. "And something other than me being a strange fairy that you had just met." I said the last part in a "matter of factly" voice, raising my head in the process. Who knows, maybe he would come up with something reasonable.
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Nov 9, 2007 19:43:37 GMT -5
Post by Nuallan [Onora] on Nov 9, 2007 19:43:37 GMT -5
Whatever I had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been a question like that. After all, what kind of answer could I give? There were very few choices. I could either laugh it off, try and give a somewhat serious answer. Or I could give a simple, "Just because."
Using the process of elimination, I ticked off the last choice with relative ease. Something told me this girl wouldn't take that as a satisfactory answer anyway.
"Because I'm actually a very shy person who doesn't like to talk about himself," I lied. And it was rather obvious I was lying. "And if I tell you my life story, why shouldn't you tell me your own?"
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Nov 9, 2007 19:55:02 GMT -5
Post by Alanna [Juicy] on Nov 9, 2007 19:55:02 GMT -5
"I never said that I had a problem with telling it," I said with one quick raise of both of my eyebrows. I couldn't help but smirk, but then I went back to replying. "But, I did ask you first, so you might as well go if I'm going to say it sooner or later. And don't you dare say ladies first," I said, eyes narrowing once more into a penetrating stare. And you better not say something smart like, "But I wasn't going to say it!"
I then relaxed my face so that I wouldn't look so intimidating. "And if you were shy, you wouldn't have approached me or said a word. You would have continued to...wander about in the shadows," I said with an indifferent shrug.
My gaze then went to the falls that were now behind me. I had stopped here on my way to... who knows where, and I hadn't even gotten a chance to look at them. Oh well, it's not like I cared now since I had more interesting things going on. I also looked around at the surroundings. Even though I was still wearing his cloak, I was growing colder by the minute. The sun was now almost completely hidden by the trees, a faint golden glow coming up from behind the mountain. If he had bad intentions, they would definitely come out into the open at this moment or soon. Once it was dark out, commiting evil crimes was much much easier. [/center]
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Nov 10, 2007 20:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Nuallan [Onora] on Nov 10, 2007 20:06:10 GMT -5
"I won't say ladies first because you, clearly, are no lady," I said, looking in her general direction, but not directly at her. I meant no harm in the snub, but she was rather too stubborn and rambunctious for a 'lady', I observed.
The sun was beginning to set, and the frigid night was starting to take its place. Good. I liked the cold.
In any case, I stared at Alanna with a slightly quizzical look in my eye now. Why would she care about my life story, anyway? Why would anyone care? Even I myself didn't care at times. Other times...
"You really want to hear it?" I asked, the quiet grin still on my face. I hoped she knew I was mocking her just the slightest bit; that was a habit that was hard to break. "Both my parents died of old age when I was thirteen. I was a surprise, I guess you could call it. They weren't expecting me. My mother was forty-five at my birth.
"I went to live with my sister." At the mention of Ailisn, I felt something heavy weigh on my heart. The feeling was familiar, and I knew better than to fight it. Fighting it only made the guilt more laborious. "After a sequence of... unlucky events she was murdered. And then later I fell in love. After another sequence of unlucky events, she was murdered as well."
Looking down, I realized I didn't regret telling my story. I glanced up at her once more. "And now I live alone," I finished, uncrossing my legs and sliding down the length of the tree just a bit.
"I believe in this situation, it's your turn to tell your story now."
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Nov 10, 2007 20:31:45 GMT -5
Post by Alanna [Juicy] on Nov 10, 2007 20:31:45 GMT -5
Instead of simply just rolling my eyes, I wanted to do something more. But somehow, I resisted this time. I mean, he did just blurt out his whole life story to a complete stranger. And a tragic life story at that. I kind of felt like comforting him because I felt sorry for the guy, but nah, I'd look way too sweet, and I'd probably annoy him with stupid comments.
"I can't say that my life sucks as much as yours, but it's not "glorious" either," I replied, walking over to a raised rock and sitting down on it. My knees were now starting to lock from the cold, and I needed to sit down and rest them. Who knows, maybe I'd have collapsed if I hadn't sat down sooner or later. Now THAT would have been embarrassing. "When I was seven, a shade, curse those evil freaks, came into the place where I lived and decided to kill my father and fifteen other of my close family and friends for no reason at all. Once I turned fifteen, my mom left for who knows what reason, and I was just left there, wondering what I had done to make her hate me so much. I still have no idea where she is, but it's not like it matters." Once I was finished, I covered it up with an angry stare and a frustrated sigh. I still had more to tell, but I decided to leave the part about devoting my life to killing every single shade I saw to myself.
"What now?" I inquired, my eyes still piercing into his soul. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about him, but I had a good feeling about him as well... The light of the sun was now completely gone, and a few chirping crickets could be heard from around the dense bushes that surrounded the rock that I sat on. I guess that I won't be sleeping tonight... I grimaced, realizing that I couldn't go to sleep with this strange guy standing next to me.
ooc; He can't reveal that he's part shade yet! =O That'll happen later. ;3
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Nov 11, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
Post by Nuallan [Onora] on Nov 11, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
My full attention was gained as she began to curse all shades, and I felt something stir in my stomach. I, myself, was half-shade. all I knew was that the blood of those whom she so strongly hated was running through my veins. Shades weren't so bad, were they? After all, my father had been full shade, and I had rather pleasant memories of him. Most of them were pleasant, anyway.
I kept my mouth shut, though. Clearly, if she had something against me (or half of me, anyway), she would react venemously upon hearing my ancestry. Once she had finished her tale, though, I couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"They were killed for no reason at all?" I asked, frowning. "Take no offense in my saying that I find that hard to believe. Perhaps you don't know the full story."
It was growing cold, and I didn't know of anywhere warmer to bed down in the night. Sleeping on the ground without any kind of heat didn't sound like a wise idea to me; it was a good way to become ill, in any case. So, as I waited for her reply, I began to gather dry wood to make a fire. It appeared I would be 'roughing it' for the night.
((ooc: gotcha. just say the word, and we'll move the plot forward. maybe they could meet at the masquerade and that's when he reveals his shade-ness?))
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Nov 11, 2007 17:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Alanna [Juicy] on Nov 11, 2007 17:54:46 GMT -5
My mouth dropped open, shocked by his comment. All of the people that had died were good people, and I knew that there was no reason for the harsh slaughter that had taken place so many years ago.
I simply rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment about not knowing the whole story. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed," I harshly replied, relieved that he was starting to gather firewood. That meant that I wouldn't freeze to death, and at this point, I really didn't care if he was dangerous or not. I was going to bed right here and that was final.
With a quick leap off of the rock, I then walked over to where he was now placing the firewood, sitting down on the ground with my legs crossed over and my arms crossed as well. I was just going to ignore him; I mean, it's not like I cared if he hated me or not. And since he was doing all of the work, all I had to do was just sit here, and it's not like I could help with starting the fire anyways. Putting it out, yes, but starting it, no. Freezing doesn't exactly form sparks.
"Hurry up, I'm a wet fairy who barely has anything on," I blurted out, wanting to be even more hostile. Quickly pulling his now drenched cloak off, I placed it on my lap, waiting for him to start the fire so that I could later dry it and use it as a blanket. Wait... but then it would smell like smoke, and I don't want it's already good scent to go away...
ooc; Sounds good. ^^ Ooooh, she likes how he smells. XDDD [/center]
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Nov 11, 2007 20:59:30 GMT -5
Post by Nuallan [Onora] on Nov 11, 2007 20:59:30 GMT -5
I could tell she was moderately upset with me by the way that she was now completely ignoring me, only making an exception to rush me along in my making the fire. It was obvious that she had taken offense in my remark, but I didn't linger on it much. In fact, I laughed quietly under my breath, beginning to pile the fire wood all together.
"And who said I would even let you share my fire?" I asked, trying to keep the chuckle from my voice. My cloak was now in her hands, however, I had no intention of taking it back. I knew that the fire would be enough to warm me and, after all, Alanna was smaller built than I was, so she would probably need it more.
Murmuring a quick word under my breath, the wood burst into merry flames, which danced and warmed the night with their cheer. Yes, this was all I needed. "Satisfied?" I asked, motioning toward the fire that seemed like a fair work of art, in my opinion.
((oohh kinkyy... haha, just kidding))
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Nov 11, 2007 21:31:22 GMT -5
Post by Alanna [Juicy] on Nov 11, 2007 21:31:22 GMT -5
"Nobody, but it's not like you can take it away from me," I shrugged with a smirk. "That is, unless you decide to kick me out." Ha, like that would ever happen. I really doubted that Nuallan would just pick me up and throw me out into the distance. Yeah, I'm sure that he could do it, but I doubt that he would.
The firewood soon burst into flames before my eyes, sending a warm tingle up my spine. I was so cold, that the temperature of the fire felt so good I practically fell alseep right then and there. While laying down and attempting to get comfortable, I placed the cloak over me, glad that it was slowly drying. I was on the opposite side of the fire, but he would still be able to hear me. "Yes, the fire is good," I replied, my voice becoming softer and less audible with each word.
My uncontrollable shivers soon faded away as I rested by the fire, and my weary eyes started to close, no matter how much I resisted. I had an urge to just sit and talk, kindly talk, but I knew that sleep was greatly needed right now.
The cloak was completely dry in minutes, so I wrapped it closer to my body, continuing to absorb its wonderful scent. I found this awfully weird, but who cares? It smelled good, I was tired, and it was warm. Perfect combo, right? I could feel sleep overtaking me, so I decided to say what was on my mind before its intoxicating power completely overtook me. "Thanks..." I quietly murmured, my mind then becoming blank from sleep.
ooc; xDDDDD [/center]
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