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Post by r a i n e on Sept 26, 2005 19:10:59 GMT -5
She was lonely. Oh so very lonely. It had been over a month since Duchess Raine had been exiled to that room in that tower, far away from anyone and anything any happiness.
She was only allowed to see her children if they were supervised by one of the council. She had given birth to AJ in that prison of a guestroom, and she saw him frequently through visits from Solace and Nicho, but it wasn't the same.
She wanted to be free.
Free from Apocaylpse, free from loneliness, free from mourning. Free from hunger, free from exhaustion, free from frightening dreams.
She wanted to be free from murder, free from revenge, safe from her nightmares.
He needed to go. He needed to be banished. He needed to be killed.
He needed to be mutilated. He needed to be tortured. He needed to be killed.
Apocalypse must die.
And such were the thoughts of the fragile faerie, tucked away in a corner until a solution could be reached. Kept safe from herself, and others kept safe from her.
There were nail marks on the door from days of desperation, spent clawing at the wood and whining for freedom. There was broken glass swept into the corner when jealous rage of those traversing in the garden got the best of her.
She was only human.
And now she lay atop her bed, staring at the light under the door, waiting for footsteps in the hall, hoping for a visit from anyone who could make her smile.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 28, 2005 14:05:16 GMT -5
::A soft sigh rolled off of his tongue as he ascended the stairs to the tower which held Raine. It had been almost a month since he's seen her, a few days less since he's talked to her. In his hand was a painting. On one half of the painting it was dark but the darkness quickly faded into a bright and cheerful sunrise on the other half. He had stayed up all night thinking of something that would make her feel better. He wasn't sure if this was it, but he couldn't think of a better way to represent the transition that he was hoping would happen soon. He bent down and slid the painting under the door, waiting for a few minutes to see if she was awake::
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 28, 2005 18:44:36 GMT -5
The painting sliding under the door took her by surprise. She eyed the door in disbelief, then rolled off the bed onto the floor and crawled the short distance to the welcomed intrusion.
She didn't have to open the door to know who was on the other side. She sat back on her heels and set the painting in her lap, staring at it for a very long time.
With the painting at her side, she moved forward a little and slid her hand under the door as far as she could get it, up to her second knuckle, and leaned her forehead against the wood.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 28, 2005 20:28:28 GMT -5
::He was a bit surprised when he heard her coming toward the door. A smile formed from his lips as he slid his hand under the door, as if he could place it on top of hers or rub her shoulders, when suddenly he felt something. Was it....Yes it was. He'd never mistake that touch for anything. His emotions took the best of him as he leaned forward and kissed the door, putting his forehead against it afterward. And there it was, just a few at first, but then a waterfall of tears streamed down his face. Yes, the mighty Drako was crying. He spoke very softly:: Everything is going to be fine....I promise....
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 20:39:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, you and everyone else."
She couldn't help but be bitter. It was hard not to, no matter how hard she tried to soften her tone. Everyone did promise her that, but she was still locked up in that damned tower.
She managed to grip one of his fingers with two of her own from the odd angle under the door.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 20:43:01 GMT -5
::He pretty much expected the tone of her voice so he just nodded and held onto what he could of her fingers:: You know there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you....
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 20:49:50 GMT -5
"Get me out of here."
She whispered it, hardly audible. She clung to those fingers, forehead pressed against the wooden barrier.
The guards retreated as far as they safely could, not wanting to intrude, but needing to obey their King's orders. Duchess Raine was to remain under close guard.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 20:53:01 GMT -5
::He heard her, and there was nothing he wanted more than to just open that damn door. He looked back at the guards and the leaned close to the door again:: I can just knock them out...I won't kill them, I promise. We can be out of GoldenMyst before anybody even finds the guards....::He trailed off as soon as he knew that it would never happen::
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 20:55:16 GMT -5
Raine just huffed. As much as she hated this, it wasn't GoldenMyst or Nicho that she blamed - it was Apocalypse.
As much as she wanted to get out, she also didn't. She didn't want to risk killing anymore chambermaids. Or guards. Or children. ...or him.
"I'm too dangerous, Drako...Until he's gone..." Why bother finishing the sentence. He could probably hear the dull thud of forehead hitting the wood as she struck her head against it in anger.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 20:59:20 GMT -5
Raine...this is ridiculous...Keeping you behind a locked door. Five minutes, thats all I need, then we can be gone...::He was determined to make what he was saying actually happen, but he knew she would win in the end....And I guess it was better for the kingdom this way:: But not for me.....::He thought. He shook his head, now he was just getting selfish::
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