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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 12:58:56 GMT -5
She shook her head, "But why, Syn? Why'd you do it?" Asking it stung, just a little, and she knew answering it might very well rip old scars open and make them bleed anew. She looked to Solace, meeting her eyes a moment. One unspoken moment to ask for help, for a friend in this no matter what it led to. For her to understand. Then her dark green eyes looked back to his own, searching them and knowing he'd answer eventually, no matter how hard it was. He'd always answer her questions, if she were only brave enough to quit running and ask them.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 13:03:52 GMT -5
"He was my boss...my father..a man who took care of me..how couldn't I?..He gave my shelter..food..a bed..and all I needed to do..was to kill a couple of people..well..thats what I thought back then.."
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 13:08:02 GMT -5
"And if you refused?" she asked, her tone still softly questioning but her eyes more bold than her tone sounded. She was planning to push matters as they went along, maybe even draw something out of himself that he hadn't known was there. It took patience, determination and, with a slight inner smile, a way around her fiance's hard head.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 13:18:46 GMT -5
"I would have been labled as a tratior and killed on the spot." He sighed, shaking his head he kept his eyes looking into hers..haha..his secret weapon againist her!
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 13:24:54 GMT -5
It wouldn't work. The eyes just moved her forward all the more. Her love just made her try harder to find beneath the scars to where the hurt lay. She would be the one to expose it, not some villian in the future trying to harm him. She'd find every weakness in the mage with slow, precise and stubborn persistance. She met his gaze, eyes serious, "And what did you feel when you did it?" The whole, ugly, horrible truth. What did it feel like? Was there a rush? Pain? Did he ball up and weep or turn numb to the world? Nym knew how it and felt like to her, she'd collapsed to her knees over the body and wept. She barely recalled Pattrick standing nearby, wise eyes watching her and then turning away. He hadn't wanted things to go that way, she thought now. He'd have found another way. But she'd been at least seventeen at the time, not a thirteen year old boy.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 13:28:35 GMT -5
"I felt..horrible..awful..but there was nothing I can do. After awhile, I kept on killing. Problem was..I never talked to anybody, so I started to take my anger out on the men I killed..after soon enough..I turned on my own clan."
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 13:32:05 GMT -5
"Then.." she led him, moving her hands to cover his own now rather than his cheek. Dark eyes watched him from pale skin, still slightly hinting at that unhealthy pale but also showing that she hadn't been outside or on her own dragon in some time. She watched him now, the black circles under her eyes diminished but still hinted at. She'd be sleeping all she could before the wedding. She wanted to hold him until she could erase the pain she saw, the pain she heard, but instead she was trying to make it grow and make it hurt worse.
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Post by Queen Solace Rayana Klojhen on Feb 17, 2005 13:34:36 GMT -5
Seeing all of this she got to her feet. "I should go." Then she turned and walked towards the door. It wasn't that she didn't want to hear his stories, she just thought that they needed to be alone.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Feb 17, 2005 13:41:11 GMT -5
"Then I kept on killing..thats how I got the title of Battousai The Manslayer..I had nobody..to turn to..talk to..nor I couldnt of stop..it was my life..its how you wake up in the morning.."
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Post by Nym Zeal on Feb 17, 2005 13:52:07 GMT -5
"What changed?" she asked, turning her eyes to Solace and nodding a moment before she focused on the man she was going to marry. She needed to know all of this, she realized. Otherwise it could be said that she was marrying a stranger rather than a man who was her companion and best friend. She'd seen the man he'd become, in a nightmare. She'd been unable to fight him, watching her friends die but unable to make herself do him any harm until, at long last, her only strike had defeated him and saved her friends from what could have been his last, killing blow to them. She still didn't understand the significance.
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