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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 21:03:58 GMT -5
He was like the Serpent tempting her in the Garden of Eden.
"Ssh, Drako..." She put her other hand against the wood; it would have gone on his cheek if she could ghost like her brother-in-law could.
She was trying not to cry herself, and it was getting increasingly more difficult as he became increasingly more desperate.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 21:06:40 GMT -5
::He sighed, hearing her shush him::
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 21:14:33 GMT -5
She couldn't find her voice. She tried to reply, but it just choked up in her throat.
And she started crying.
She'd been trying to stay strong, to not break down, to be the strong symbol she needed to be for the High Command and the Dragoons and the Kingdom.
But there she was, crying against her prison door, clinging desperately to that finger she'd managed to get ahold of under the door.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 21:18:47 GMT -5
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Post by r a i n e on Sept 29, 2005 21:21:22 GMT -5
After a long while of mutual silence, Raine's grip loosened on Drako's fingers - she had fallen asleep.
The fae was curled against the door, her head uncomfortably resting against the door, her hand squeezed under it as far as it could go, and her other hand in her lap, lost somewhere amid the folds of her skirts.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Sept 29, 2005 21:30:01 GMT -5
::A small smile crossed his face as he felt her grip loosen. Maybe with him close by, she wouldn't have bad dreams. So sleep could be her only escape from the room she was locked in. He looked to the guard, who was mocking him and making jokes to the other guards. Drako muttered a few words from his ancient language and the guard's plate mail immediately began to heat up, just to make him uncomfortable, not to burn him. Pretty much the only thing he has been doing was practicing magic and thinking of Raine. Looking at the guard's reactions, he found himself satisfied. He laid his head down on the floor. He tightened his grip around her fingers to make up for the little loss of contact. He let himself drift off to sleep along with her, waking up every now and then to whisper a sweet something under the door::
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Post by r a i n e on Oct 4, 2005 20:19:43 GMT -5
It had been a day or two sicne she'd fallen asleep against her door, and she hadn't seen Drako. Gelina had stopped in for a welcomed visit and Drako's painting was now hanging on the wall across from her bed so she could always see it.
Now she idly paced the floor, eying a honeycake on the table every now and then and trying to decide if she should eat it.
Not that it mattered to anyone but herself and her siblings, she was wearing tight turtlenecked seeveless dress fashioned the same way as a sweater. It nearly reached the floor, grazing the tops of her grey slippers.
As she walked, she pulled at her hair - braiding it, tugging it, dangling it all over the place in strange ways.
Hey, she was bored.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Oct 4, 2005 20:23:46 GMT -5
::And up he went, climbing the rope, which the guard had thrown over the castle, as fast as he could. He finally reached the small window he though was Raine's and stopped just under it:: Raine? ::He was breathing heavily, tired from the climb and even more tired because he had to hold himself there::
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Post by r a i n e on Oct 4, 2005 20:25:47 GMT -5
Startled, a hand flew to her chest. "Goodness, Drako!"
Then, wondering why he was so breathless, she walked over to the window and peeped out. "Are you...ok?"
That's when she noticed that he was dangling from a rope.
"Drako...this is a first floor window..."
Although she tried to look sincere, she couldn't help but smirk. The ground was JUST below his feet.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Oct 4, 2005 20:28:45 GMT -5
Well I haven't been doing much since you've been in there....I'm a little out of shape? I mean...It's higher than most windows!....Right? ::He sighed and shook his head, letting go of the rope. He grabbed onto the bars and pulled himself up, finally seeing her for the first time in a month:: I hate to be deprived of such beauty....
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