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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 11:12:10 GMT -5
"It was around..a good..5..thousand years ago..Yes I know its alot, but bare with me. I was giving information that one of the men I needed to kill from Japan was in England. I headed out to England. When I got there, I was lost..I didn't know where to go..so I started doing what I did best..I started to kill people for money." He coughed, his eyes closing." One day..I was standing infront of the castles there, and I remember feeling the rain drop down onto my face. When those doors opened, and I looked at who the person was, it was a beautiful ..beautiful woman.. she let me in I got dried, and spent a couple of weeks there as a gaurd. Not knowing to my extent, that the very man I was sent to killed..was her husband..I had no choice, I had to kill him." He sighed, he turned and he looked to her. "It was the first that..that I ever felt sad for this man..He had a family..and I had to end his life..and if that wasn't enough..his family saw his death as well..but I had to do what had to be done..so I killed them as well.." He stood shut now.
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 12:04:29 GMT -5
Nym opened her eyes in their bedroom, listening to the voices outside their door coming from where Syn kept his books. She rose, recognizing the man she loved and then the sound of one of her dearest friends. She bare feet moved over the stone floors, Lapis clicking behind her as she made her way to the door and peeked out. She was dressed in a long nightgown, her hair pulled back in a braid and looking like she was well rested for once. The rider hadn't been leaving the tower lately, somewhat in fear of what would assault her as soon as she stepped from the relative safety of the tower. So far everything went bad when she got out of bed and bothered to have a life. Best to avoid that.
She lingered in the doorway then, keeping out of sight a moment and listening to the two for a moment. She loved them both and wasn't actually trying to easedrop. She simply wanted to know if she would be interrupting a provate conversation of not. Regardless, one of them would probably catch her snooping.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 12:07:36 GMT -5
He turned his head, raising an eye brow he would tilt his head sideways and he looked to her. Lavander hues would be shimmering slightly, and slightly watery. Shaking his head he looked back over to Solace, then back to Nym. "Please..join us..you are just intime to hear my stories.."
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 12:17:55 GMT -5
In the simple nightgown, running long to her ankles, and the braid she always seemed to look a little younger than she was. At least she'd grown some curves since her arrival to the realms. When she moved the loose cloth had something to form to, some hips at least. She moved to the couch where Syn sat, sniggling against him and kissing his cheek at the sight of those tear rimmed eyes. Her beloved and precious mage, heart giving a slight pang at what seemed to her to be more trouble. She was there, though, and always would be. No matter what stories the mage had to tell now, any story after would include her just as her own stories would include him. They were to be married in a weeks time, the rider trying to tell the difference between when the nausea was morning sickness and when it was nerves. The times of stark terror at the future though, those were easier to see a difference in!
Looking up to Solace, she gave her dear friend a soft smile. Her hand moved to rest on Syn's cheek furtherest from her while her head moved to his shoulder. Hers. Certainly Solace wouldn't mind the affection though. It was a better sight than seeing the rider yelling at her beloved, which had started being a more frequent view of the couple. His fault, typically. Or always.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 12:23:11 GMT -5
Oye! It was not his fault. Smiling down to Nym, his lips pressed onto her forehead. "Well thats the story of when I was in England..any other picture you wish to know the past of? " He looked down to Nym, the paintings where around the ceiling. But the one that stuck out most, of when he was in japan in his early teens. Where he first learned how to kill. The painting was of a young boy, his legs coverd in blood, his face saddened, but still a sadistic look in those lavander eyes.
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 12:31:45 GMT -5
Yes, it was. He'd gotten her pregnant and, sometimes, he was quite stubborn about things. He was also wrong, frequently, or maybe that was the female in her making her think such things? Either way, her mage was difficult indeed! She looked at the painting, her heart dropping a little at the one with the blood and lavender eyes. Didn't he get it yet? Didn't he understand yet that nothing he'd done in the past was condemned in her heart, no matter how heinous or cruel? Somewhere along the path, someplace in all the mistakes, this was who he became. Her mage, her beloved and dear mage. She would not have anything changed, not a single part of him. "The bloody one," she said, fearing it for the pain it would cause him but she wanted him to see the truth in her eyes. He might sit here and look at his past with condemnation, she looked on it with pride and love. That was the journey of her own, special gift, the work of art that the mother had seen fit to make certain was waiting for her in this castle.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 12:40:31 GMT -5
He knew this, but it was something that she said she wished to know. "I was 13 in the painting..my first day on the job..Kyo, who was my boss and a man who I have grown up with at the time..wanted me to do a small favour for him. He saw that I was excellent with a katana, so he asked me to kill one speific man..my roommate. I respected his choice to ask me politely..so I did just that. At night, I woke up, and went to my roommates bed. He opened his eyes, and yelled..I..came down with that katana, that I decapted him. Kyo walked into the room..and took the picture as I stood there above his dead body.."
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Post by Queen Solace Rayana Klojhen on Feb 17, 2005 12:44:02 GMT -5
She smiles at Nym. And no, the affection didn't bother her at all. Why should it? Look at her and Nicho. She was happy for the two of them. She understood the love they shared. It was much like hers and Nicho's. It was unconditional. As Syn goes into his story, she looks up at the painting he was telling about. When he got to the part where he killed his roommate, she just looked back down to him and stared.
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 12:49:26 GMT -5
"Why?" she asked, voice soft. Nym had killed before, but nothing like what he'd decribed. It had eaten away at her though and still did, some days, but she had known her own reasons at the time. There had been no way to escape it, and though she'd have rather died she'd fought back. The night before, saying her farewells to her adopted children and making certain people would be there to replace her... she couldn't leave them. She had to live for them, they made her fear death. Now she looked to him, trying to wrap her mind around how it must have felt like to be 13 and have a blade pierce another's form.
She waited then, letting him speak and explain. He was right, she wanted this. She'd asked for this. She wanted to know him, she wanted him to speak to her, she wanted. It all boiled down to that, she wanted him. Wholly, past present and future and that meant first knowing of his past. No matter how heart rending.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 12:53:50 GMT -5
'He did it to every new commer..there first kill, he painted." He sighed, he pushed back his hair and he looked to both of them, blinking slightly
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