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Post by [ st r yder ] on Oct 24, 2007 21:19:39 GMT -5
"It does usually turn out like that, does it not?" he asks with a bit of bitter humor in his voice.
"I almost thought the same thing. But ten years has not been long enough. Two thousand years has not been long enough."
Kazeielan rests his head on his elbow and props his head up. He sighs after a while and then takes another drink of absinthe.
"I am still waiting for my damned heart to get over that kind of... ruin...."
He falls quiet for a while, wondering why his tongue was getting so far away from his reason. He pushes the bottle away from him, telling himself that he will take no more drink tonight to loosen his jaw further. His eyes close, and he sighs, then opens his eyes again to stare her in the face.
I have told her far to much. Wonderful, Kazeielan. You have already gotten yourself into something, have you not?
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Oct 25, 2007 18:53:53 GMT -5
I bit my lip, drumming my fingers on the table. This is where things could really far apart, I knew it. She was making me nervous, and when I'm nervous, the chances of me screwing something up get pretty darn high. Heh, I remember one time back at the revenge when I... well, er, never mind. Not important.
So, you staying here over night, or just passing through?
I asked, grabbing a glass from under the counter, and a rag laying near by. I might as well keep up the act of being the bartender, you know? Though I wasn't to confident in the rag's cleaning ability, it looked pretty much equal to the glass in terms of dirt coverage. I'd have to remember not to drink here ever again... or at least bring my own rag to clean my mug with.
I heard something crack, and with a surprised look on my face, I glanced down at the broken mug in my hands. The handle had snapped clear off. Heh, I must be pretty strong... or maybe the glass was weak... Nah, I'm strong.
A rough hands snatched the pieces from me, and I looked up into the scowling face of the really bartender. Now it was turn to back down, and with a guiltless smile, I offered him the rag as well. He took it up eagerly, turning away and scribbling some figures on a scrap piece of paper before he slapped said paper down in front of me. That was gonna be a big chunk out of my wallet.
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Post by Evylyn on Oct 25, 2007 19:27:58 GMT -5
I raised my head up as he replied, starting to think about what I was going to say. It would probably be best if I stayed, especially since I had nowhere to go, and I could probably sneak into a room since I didn't have the money. About to reply, I opened my mouth to speak, being stopped by the loud sound of a crack. My eyes grew in amazement as I saw that Daemon had broken the glass that he was fumbling with in his hands earlier, but I quickly put my attention back on his question. I surely looked pretty stupid with my eyes hanging on the broken glass that was on the table and in his hands.
"Well, I haven't decided yet. I'm thinking of staying, especially since sneaking past this idiot should be pretty easy," I mumbled, looking back at the bartender that was getting overjoyed with the money that he had just acquired from the broken glass.
With a twist of my head, I turned toward the stairs that lay in the far right corner of the bar. It was pretty dark from the top, but a small light could be seen, causing all of the dusty specks in the air to easily be seen. Even if the whole place looked dirty and eerie, it wasn't going to stop me from stealing a room for myself. I needed my sleep, and I really didn't want to fall asleep on the bar's countertop. Or, even worse, sleeping in a musty stable with only hay for coverage and warmth.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Oct 25, 2007 19:38:52 GMT -5
hmm, taking the path of illegality, eh?
I don't think that's a word.
Yes it is, shut-up.
Can't you ever say anything else to me except "shut-up?"
I made care to keep my inner scowl just that way, in my head and not on my face. No need to frighten the pretty girl, right? Wow, wait a second, pretty girl? Oh, by the gods, I forgot the ask her name!
I'd be happy to pay for a room for you, though, Miss... Ehm, what was your name again?
And shouldn't you be certain she's a Miss and not a Misses in the first place?
Ok, so I couldn't really argue with that one, but I thought it would be pretty awkward if I just offered to pay for her room and blurted out "Oh, yeah, and are you married?". Not a good way to continue a conversation, you know?
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Post by Evylyn on Oct 25, 2007 20:00:45 GMT -5
I simply nodded, nervously laughing at his response. Yeah, it might seem kind of weird for someone like me to do something illegal, but we all like to have fun, right?
"No, it's fine. I don't want you to waste money on me since I could easily sneak into a room later," I replied. "And I don't think that I've ever given out my name to you." As soon I said the last part, I snickered a bit, still hoping that he was interesting in knowing my name and that he wouldn't give up because of my stupid comment.
No, not me, but we. I thought to myself, a grim look appearing on my face. When would I ever be satisfied with what I had? Ugh, I just had to see him longer for some reason...
I decided to give up on the whole "teasing" deal because nothing I wanted worked out in the end, but why the hell was I trying to get to know him better when it would all probably go to waste sooner or later? Eh, I'm young and I want to have fun. That thought and idea suited me.
I then leaned in closer, getting near his ear and his eyes, still trying to resist looking straight at them for a few seconds to get what I so dearly desired. "Evylyn," I whispered before returning to my standing position near the bar's countertop. Heh..I hope that didn't tickle his ear. I knew how uncomfortable it could be to have somone whisper in your ear, especially if it's someone you don't know too well. Oh well, hopefully he'd get over it and not freak out by running away.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 26, 2007 18:06:03 GMT -5
"Two thousand years!" Mirage exclaimed. "What happened?" Mirage was intrigued by Kaze. It made her wonder just who he was and what he'd been through. His gaze pierced through her, and she looked away. she found herself once again watching Daemon. Mirage bit back a snicker as he broke a mug, and watched as the furious bartender made Daemon pay for it. Why do I still feel angry that he's paying attention to a woman besides me? I must be going crazy....
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Oct 28, 2007 15:11:34 GMT -5
Do not tell her a word.
His mind snarls at him. Kazeielan knows he should listen, knows that it would not do him any good to tell her a thing, but, nevertheless... There was much weight on his heart, much that he did not want there any more. Maybe if he told someone...
A crack makes his eyes whip around to Daemon. Kazeielan's hand has a knife pulled out before he can control those damnable instincts of his. He sighs, sheaths it back at his belt and turns to her.
Tell her nothing Kazeielan. Nothing.
But that silver tongue has never really wanted to listen, and, lubricated by the absinthe, he begins to tell his story.
"I suppose that I cannot say anything if I do not start from the beginning. It would not make sense.
When I was a child, my father died. I had to take care of my little sisters, and my brother. My mother... she went mad. Worse, possibly, even than I have. Maybe that was why she could not protect us when Rayvhon came.
I was sitting in the window when I saw men coming up to the house on horses. There was eight of them, I think. My mother answered the door, and I ran down the stairs. Something was not... right. I could feel it. Too late, as I have often been. My mother was killed before I touched the kitchen floor.
Most of what happened after was a blur. But I remember horrible things, done to them...
He stops and shakes his head, runs a finger down the scar on the right side of his face.
"I was... changed after that. Taken to a place of torture and rotting flesh. Driven to the brink of insanity, and then past it. Over the edge and into madness. "
His voice shakes with a bit of surpressed hatered... anger... and sheer lunacy.
"I escaped, and I met a woman. I loved her more than the breath that I breathe now, more than the most eloquent poet could describe. More, even, I know now, than my own cursed immortal life. I still do.
She was killed, though. By the very man that made me what I am. Oh, how I hated him. Oh, how I still hate him. The name of that bastard makes me want blood on my hands.
I cannot know how much that damaged me. What it did, I cannot pinpoint. I know, however, that there is so much different about me... Feelings have no meaning anymore, nor does life itself. It is all a perverse game for me, one that I am a part of against my own will."
All fire seems to slip from him, and he looks more exhausted than before. Kazeielan's shoulders sag, and his eyes have the glazed look of someone who has been awake for far too long.
He yawns and wipes water from his eyes.
"I am sorry to have... launched off like that... I should have said nothing."
He manages a weak smile and pushes his hair out of his eyes.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 29, 2007 19:30:12 GMT -5
"And I thought I had problems," Mirage mumbled. "And you've just kept this bottled up inside of you for all of these years? I guess doing that would drive one to madness. I just can't bring myself to forgive him though..." her voice trailed off as her eyes wander back to where Daemon was standing.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Oct 30, 2007 17:46:23 GMT -5
"Yes, I have."
Kaze is silent for a long while, wondering what happened between them. He has never been one to ask, no matter... intoxicated he may be. He also tthinks that... maybe his slightly warped avice is not as horrible as he thought it was.
"If my word is worth anything, I would say that you should try to forgive him. I do not know what he did, but bearing hatred on a person's heart for so long often twists their mind beyond recognition. They loose who they are after a while."
He shrugs, as if his words meant nothing to him. Oftentimes, they do.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 30, 2007 18:57:18 GMT -5
"I've never been one to forgive easily. But I guess there's a first for everything..." Mirage said. She was still watching Daemon. "Might as well go and get this over with," she said as she stood up and began to move towards Daemon. She looked over her shoulder at Kaze and said, "Thanks for the advice, and for a most interesting conversation."
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Oct 31, 2007 18:53:54 GMT -5
"Of course," he dips his head and takes another drink of the absinthe he promised himself that he would not drink again. What the hell, right? He has already given away enough of his heart, why not all of it? Kazeielan smiles a bit, and watches them with a kind of... indifferent attitude.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Nov 3, 2007 17:30:15 GMT -5
I was a bit surprised when she leaned forward, whispering her name into my ear, but a part of me... enjoyed it. Maybe to much, yeah, but it excited me. Her voice, so soft, like a gentle melody rolling through my mind...
Half-wit, snap out of it! You look like an idiot just standing here!
The harsh words broke me out of my thoughts, but they did the trick and brought me back to the present. I smiled at Evylyn, leaning on the bar so I was closer to her. After all, it was hard to here in the bar.
Well, Miss Evylyn, if you won't allow me to buy you a room, at least allow me to buy a drink for you.
I remarked, my eyes wandering over to an approaching figure. The smile dropped for a moment as my attention shifted form "flirt" to "defensive" as I noted with a sour thought it was Mirage. Maybe it was a bit mean to be so sour towards here when we'd only just recently been re-acquainted, but our latest fight was still fresh in my mind.
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Post by Evylyn on Nov 3, 2007 17:50:44 GMT -5
I let out a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't become uncomfortable. I felt so good right now, it wasn't even funny. Somebody wanted to buy me a drink. I got a little shock of confidence from that, and well, let's just say that I finally did what I was afraid of doing earlier. Damn! He looked away... I thought to myself, putting my eyes on his. I still got a nice read on his emotions, but the results would have been better if he looked as well, and I didn't just want to read his emotions, if you know what I mean. Then again, once he looked directly into mine he'd probably freeze for a few seconds, and that wouldn't be the best result either, especially with someone interested in talking approaching. Failing to hold back another smile, I said, "Alright, I guess that I can allow something as harmless as that." Yeah, and saying no is impossible to a face like your's. Still looking in his eyes, I got a bad vibe as the approaching woman got closer. His mood was becoming..defensive, as if he wanted to avoid an interaction with her. My smile quickly faded away, and I got a grim look on my face, now putting my eyes on the approaching woman. I soon got the notion that I wasn't going to be wanted here by the woman, but I wasn't about to leave. OOC: It'll be so funny to RP Evylyn once she's able to hear thoughts. XD She'll hear Daemon's...other voice. (I forgot the guy's name, sorry. xD)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Nov 3, 2007 18:28:43 GMT -5
ooc: ((XD heh, Tanin better start watching what he says then :3))
Her words didn't register for a moment until Tanin politely repeated them for me, which sent me into another flurry of action. My mind blanked on exactly what kind for drink to get her. Should I ask, should I guess? What did I think suited her? Where where the drinks, which one was what? And, gods, where did I put that extra glass?!
Tanin lent a helping hand, guiding me to the glasses beneath the counter and also spouting off a few random drinks he thought Evylyn would like. I didn't question him, just went along with what he said, and before long some mystery liquid sat in the glass. I wondered if I dared give it to her, but I didn't have much of a choice. Throwing out a drink after that much work seemed a little stupid. So, I pushed the glass forward uneasily, trying to keep a confident smile on my face.
I hope, I mean... I think you might like that.
I said, leaning forward in a casual manner again. As my mind caught up to my actions, I pondered quickly why Tanin was being so helpful. I mean, recently he hadn't been being detrimental to me or anyone else, but neither had he really lent a hand, so to speak. He only seemed to involve himself when...
... you like girls, don't you?
Wha- Me? Come on, give me a break. You're the flirt.
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Post by Evylyn on Nov 3, 2007 18:56:12 GMT -5
OOC: ((I love Tanin and his comments. xD Especially the last comment that he made. x] )) I shrugged, reaching over to grab the drink. Once it was firmly in my hands, I put it close to my lips, hesitating. I really hoped that this drink would tase decent, and that it wouldn't make my face cringe from disgust. But, to my surprise, it was actually... good. I kept on drinking from the glass until I couldn't drink anymore, placing it back to where I had picked it up.
"I guess that you were right," I laughed. I then looked from the glass and then back to him, wondering if he would want the rest of the delicious liquid. I could tell that he had gone through some trouble actually picking out the drink and getting it, so I thought that he should atleast have a taste of it. "Do you...want the rest of it? I really can't drink anymore..." I sheepishly replied, feeling a bit stupid asking him to finish the drink for me.
As soon as I had said that, I regreted it for some reason. I don't know, but I figured that he would think of me as being weird. I mean, he barely knows me, so drinking after me might seem a little... gross. Wait, why am I even worrying so much about this? Maybe I should just see for sure about how he feels about this...
I then raised my head and placed my eyes on his, deeply thinking and trying to read his emotions, not caring too much if he froze from the shock or if he felt a little pain. Great... I might be bringing up memories instead and give him the pain of the past. Ugh, I really need to think before I do anything.
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