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He could hear her take a slow, painful breath. He should’ve thought of something better to say…not that it would do any good…
“Alright.” She said, as if taking in all the information she’d been given. He bit his lip, not sure if he should say something or just shut up for how “helpful” he’d b – Alessio flinched as a hand rubbed his arm, but he looked up to see Leana smiling at him. Not optimistically or anything like that, but in a way that somehow made him feel less alone. He relaxed, glancing uncertainly at her hand.
Then she moved closer and swung her arms around him. Alesio nearly yelped, tensing to keep from falling because he’d nearly jumped back. Tentatively, he held her as gently as if she were a bird, completely engulfed in the warmth of her squeeze. A little paralyzed by it to be honest.
“I’m not sure what you’ve been through,” she said “but I’m sorry.”
Alessio blinked, his eyes moist.
For several seconds he floundered to find a response or, well, to frantically coax himself into a familiar numbness. But he finally let go of trying to “fix” his emotions and just held her a little tighter.
It was quiet until she spoke again in a whisper,
“In the future? Don’t ever lie to me.”
I didn’t!?
Oh. Wait…
“I – Sorry,” Alessio stammered. He hadn’t even wanted to admit the possibility they wouldn’t find Nithel, he had to…
But she wanted the brutal truth, not whatever he was ‘supposed’ to say. That was oddly a relief, except that he still didn’t know what to say and now he couldn’t mimic normal people’s lines…
After a minute or two he tried again,
“I’ll keep searching until we find your father,” Or I die or something like that…She’d want to hear him say that. “I believe we’ll find him eventually, but if we don’t…”
Completely honest, she asked him to be completely frank and honest with her. He hadn’t even addressed the possibility himself of actually losing Nithel.
“…I honestly don’t know what I’ll do.”
She’s strong…
A lot stronger than he was. What else had he been suppressing or lying to himself about? Alessio couldn’t think of anything encouraging to say so he didn’t say anything after that.
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Her heart relaxed, when Alessio truly squeezed.
“I – Sorry,” He stammered.
Leana didn’t pull away or look at him. So many things still rushed through her mind.
After a minute or two, Alessio spoke again, “I’ll keep searching until we find your father- I believe we’ll find him eventually, but if we don’t…” Leana stepped back. Alessio’s face tightened, and he wavered, too many wrinkles on his face, for a youth his age.
Leana squeezed her eyes shut, What if…? Tears begged to fall.
“…I honestly don’t know what I’ll do.”
Leana fell back into Alessio, hands pressing against her face. If Father’s gone? A hole gaped in her heart. Something she doubted could ever be filled. He’ll never meet little Hemen. Bethan might not even remember him; all the joy. Domnik… Domnik is gone. Mother will weep… Grandfather will, too. He loves Father, so very much.
“I don’t know either.” Her voice sounded breathy, broken. We wouldn’t laugh again. Father wouldn’t play silly pranks, and convince us to do dumb things? He wouldn’t be there to listen to me cry and just hold me close and bring me back to reality and sing to me.
“I don’t know…” I assume time will move on. Even if our hearts won’t. “So many in this war, have lost fathers. Brothers, friends…” Why shouldn’t we feel the same pain? Why should we be spared, when others aren’t? Leana sucked in a shaky breath. But he could be alive. Father could. Longing to get home. “But he’s not dead, until we know he is.” Leana’s voice deepened, and she pulled back, just enough to look at Alessio’s face. She shook her head. “Not until we know.”
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“I don’t know either.” She said in a nearly cracked voice. “I don’t know…”
Was this what it felt like to lose someone who actually cared about you…? That was numbing.
She was still speaking, softly, almost as if to herself.
“So many in this war, have lost fathers. Brothers, friends…” If there hadn’t been a war…would his father have loved him? It was a dumb question, maybe the war made him crazy but…it didn’t matter, it was a mute point.
“But he’s not dead, until we know he is.” Her voice changed as she stared up at him firmly. Determined. “Not until we know.”
Alessio nodded slowly. He’d probably agree with anything she said she seemed to have a will that could bend mountains. As long as there was a chance they had to keep going, but he wished he could be that hopeful and…courageous.
“Then we better get going, the sooner we make it through the trials the more likely we’ll catch up with him.” Assuming he was in the trials… He really couldn’t respond to emotions so he just reverted to logic. He backed out of their embrace uncertainly, still holding her shoulder lightly. “We’ll need to decide which mirror to enter and come up with a plan to make it through alive.”
Alessio glanced uneasily at Arsene, he still didn’t have answers for what he’d said…but he quickly looked back at Leana – assessing. “Can you use a weapon?”
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Alessio backed out of the embrace, but his hand still lingered on Leana’s shoulder. “We’ll need to decide which mirror to enter and come up with a plan to make it through alive.”
Leana nodded slowly, and took a step back. You said… the point of all the mirrors is to make us feel guilty?
Alessio glanced uneasily at the chocolate guy, I should really start remembering names.
Alessio looked back at her, eyes narrowing the smallest bit. Leana’s brows popped up, and she looked down at herself a second.
“Can you use a weapon?”
Oh.
The silence stretched too long. Zounds. “I… I’ve only been a messenger. Riding a horse from outpost to outpost. I had a dagger, but… All of us knew it wouldn’t do any good, if caught. It isn’t really a stable job.” She looked at Alessio, a bit timid. Both because of that last sentence. And because she started to understand how much of a dead weight she might become. “No. I’ve never learned how to use a weapon.”
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
The silence was deafening…
Well, he hadn’t really expected her to have a lot of fighting experience anyway.
“I…I’ve only been a messenger.” She said “Riding a horse from outpost to outpost. I had a dagger, but…All of us knew it wouldn’t do any good, if caught. It isn’t really a stable job.”
Alright, she’d be used to the feel of a knife that’d be the best place to start. Even then, she probably didn’t know anything about how to use it.
“No. I’ve never learned how to use a weapon.” She admitted, almost guiltily as if it was her fault nobody took the time to actually teach her basic self-defense before they put her in a dangerous situation.
Alessio nodded thoughtfully, and took her hand shaping it into a fist.
“You need your thumb outside of your fist, so you don’t break your hand throwing a punch, your feet need to be spaced enough for balance but not far enough it hampers your movement, like that –“ He gave her pointers until she had a close approximation to a fighting stance. “Now, show me how you throw a punch.”
Her hair was too long and her clothes were too loose – there was so much someone could grab her by. He’d also need to assess how well she could throw normal objects to see if they’d have time to teach her how to throw a knife or if he’d need to stick to simple slashes.
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Sherlock had decided it would be best to slip away. Although, he had been intrigued by Arsene’s antics this time. Nathair… It was just a name, but was it possible. Maybe, just maybe…
Walking in the hallway, Sherlock heard a voice.
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<i>T</i>o<i>u</i>ch the Mirror.”Who…that voice…it sounded familiar. No…no, it couldn’t be. But…Perhaps.
A door opened beside him, with a mirror standing at the end of a hallway. One would have expected an apartment, but it was just a pointless hallway.
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TouchtheMirror.”Sherlock almost considered it, when he quickly snatched away. What was he? Stupid? He wasn’t going to touch the mirror. Not after that conversation.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
Wait…WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!!!!
“Welcome to the Trial of Betrayal and Deceit.”
Curse you, Amnesia.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“Yeah.” Burn cuts in on Nathair’s questions. “And after that, can you tell us what a ship is? Is it like a train?”
Nathair turned to him, preparing to revel in his smug superiority for knowing what a ship was (though conversely he didn’t know what a train was), when Search interrupted. Everyone here’s so rude.
“I’m pretty sure making sure we don’t get in legal trouble is more important. Your dad isn’t here to bail us out.” Search said. “That being said, your mom isn’t here to get us in trouble, so I guess that does even this out.”
Well ouch.
“I don’t choose my parents!” Burn squeaked indignantly, flicking red-streaked hair…more in his face with exasperation. Huh, Nathair hasn’t made fun of his hair yet this was a severe oversight.
“I am not blaming you for anything your parents do.” Search retorted ‘patiently’ yeesh that was annoying, he’d have to call her ‘mom’ from now on or something provoking.
“WHAT IS IN YOUR PACK?!” Burn blurted, and Nathair watched with all the maturity of a five-year-old watching school drama.
“Um.”
“I TOLD YOU NO LIZARDS! THAT’S THE ONLY LINE I’VE DRAWN HOW COULD YOU?!?!”
“That’s incredibly treacherous how could you do such a thing.” Nathair added amiably, despite the fact that he didn’t really know what a lizard was.
The sky was looking pretty dark now. They should probably find some shelter.
“So how’d you get permanent blood stains in your hair?” Nathair asked Burn, smirking.
Then it started to thunder, that wasn’t as fun…
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Alessio nodded thoughtfully and took her hand, and shaped it into a fist. Leana watched, brows furrowing a bit.
She tried to put her thumb inside her fist, because she always did, but Alessio corrected, “You need your thumb outside of your fist, so you don’t break your hand throwing a punch, your feet need to be spaced enough for balance but not far enough it hampers your movement, like that –“ Leana did what she was told, or thought he told. He corrected gently, though swiftly. “Now, show me how you throw a punch.”
Her eyes widened. Punch? Okay… She almost gave a wimpy swat. But really? He’s trying to save my life? She thought of the shamelessness of guys in different camps, toward her, things she had no trouble imagining Nithel killing men over. But also of her father having to go to war, of her brother’s death, of the Adenites attacking their home… Leana swung as hard as she could for Alessio’s stomach. *half expects to get flipped onto her back, like she’d seen tussling guys do, in camp*
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@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok @ethan-leonardJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
Alessio had actually thought he’d have to convince her to throw a decent punch at him, so he wasn’t entirely prepared for the stunned look in her eyes to quickly shift to determination – anger?
Before he could overthink it, a punch swung at him hard. He automatically moved to the side and snatched her wrist using her own momentum to yank her into a headlock. He’d never done that before because all his opponents were much stronger and larger than he was as a rule, normally he would’ve taken advantage of failed punch to drive his elbow into the spine between her shoulder blades.
“How do you break free?” He asked still grasping her firmly to test her quick thinking and ability to keep calm. She was going to have to really fight and get beat up to learn how to fight he didn’t know any other way to train someone.
I can’t hurt her…
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonardTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“How do you break free?” His arm locked around her neck.
Leana did her best not to make a gagging sound. Break free? Uh… “Bite you?” If I had my dagger, I could try to stab you in the gut. But I left it on my horse, and… I wouldn’t want to risk success, with that. Not that I would have success. “But… you might not taste too good.” *brows lift* She considers rubbing her wrist, which smarts a bit. Maybe I could pretend I’m wimpy as a kitten, and hope they’ll let their guard down, at some point… and escape… *mind rushes on*
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@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok @ethan-leonardJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“That’s incredibly treacherous how could you do such a thing.”
Snake-Punk adds almost amiably. But also, with a suspicious hint of confusion.
(despite the fact that he didn’t really know what a lizard was.)
“So.” Oh boy, here it comes. “How’d you get permanent blood stains in your hair?”
Not what I thought was coming.
But I grin anyway -while shoving the traitor as far away as I can.
“When the exes are fighting the kids get to play.” Search laughs.
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(Almost a year ago)
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SEARCH
“Wait. My hair’s black?”
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“I THOUGHT IT WAS BROWN!”
“You … don’t remember what color your hair is?” Don’t laugh at him. This isn’t funny even if he’s making a funny pout.
“Shut up.” He says. “What color can we dye my hair?”
I consider.
“It needs to make Oscar furious.” He adds.
“Well. That’s pink.” I say.
“So let’s buy pink.”
“I’m not entirely sure you want pink in your hair. It really wouldn’t flatter you.”
“I don’t care!” he says. “I’m blind. The only enjoyment I’m getting out of it is other people’s reactions.”
This … this is fair. “So. Bubble-gum pink?”
“I have no idea what that is.” He deadpans. “Will it make Oscar mad?”
“Incandescently.” It will make those veins stand out on his neck and forehead.
“Then I want it.”
It takes a short trip to the store and a quick perusal of the hair-dyes.
“Look. I am not putting a permanent dye in your hair. Okay?” I say. “We want to make Oscar turn red. Not permanently destroy your look.”
Hm. Speaking of … “Also I’m not promising the most vibrant results – if you want that in dark hair, you, ah, have to bleach it first.”
“No. that’s too smelly.” Burn says with suspicious confidence.
“Hush now. I’m not finished.” I say. “This dye – because I am not bleaching my hair either – has worked for me. Well. This brand.”
And then we’re back at his, well, Oscar’s house, my wallet slightly lighter. (My wallet for the simple fact that Oscar and Grimme monitor Burn’s funds. Does this make me uncomfortable? Yes. Does this make sense for Burn? Also yes.)
(Comically enough, they’ve never actually put a hold on any of his purchases – even the particularly alarming ones like the time he decided to buy a gun. And use it. Because the AI on his phone ‘could help me aim.’)
I look at the pink we bought. Less bubble-gum and more sparkly, shiny princess. “I’m not quite sure how this will turn out. I’ve never put bright pink in my hair.”
“Why?”
“Eh. I don’t like putting pink with red.”
I watch his jaw drop.
“YOU HAVE RED HAIR?!?!”
“You… didn’t know?” I am sure this would have come up before now.
“How was I supposed to?! You’ve completely ruined the mental image I had of you! Entirely!”
“Back to topic!” I interrupt. We will laugh about this later. “This is going to be shiny and pink…”
“What’s going on?”
Oops.
“Oscar!” Burn shoots finger-guns in the man’s general direction. “I thought you’d be gone all day. isn’t that why you got Search do baby-sit me?”
Well. This … isn’t entirely blown.
“Why is Burn wrapped up in towels over the sink.” The question is a statement and an order to deliver a reasonable answer rather than what he expects.
“I’m getting dyed hair!” Burn says happily.
Oscar’s face is turning a lovely, lovely, wonderful shade of red – much, much redder than my hair.
“Of all the irresponsible, immature, heartless…”
I wait patiently.
“Why would you even do that?” he bellows. “How could you take advantage of a blind man like that?”
Bite my lip. Don’t say a thing.
“Why?” he says.
“Burn said he wanted dyed hair.”
“Yeah. I want to fit in!” he chirps.
“With PINK hair dye?!” Oscar grabs the dye container from my hand.
“Why not?” Burn asks – his mind had weight through his options faster than an AI on the ethernet.
Oscar splutters.
“Out.” He says through grit teeth. “Out of my sight. The both of you.”
I grab Burn’s hand and pull him out of the bathroom.
He makes sure the towels trail over the floor and leave as big a mess as possible.
“Burn.”
Ah. The fun parent.
“Oscar won’t let me dye my hair.” Burn says.
The interesting thing about Burn is how he uses the truth.
“Oh really?” Grimme says. “Well that’s not nice.” She considers. “What color were you going to dye it?”
“Pink!”
She blinks. And then grins slowly. “Well. As nice as it is for you to pick my favorite color, I think I have a better idea.”
Welp. Those two just had another fight, didn’t they?
“What do you want now …”
Oscar stares at us.
I wait, mostly hidden behind Burn and Grimme – for once, there are perks to being short!
“why…” he says weakly, “why is our son’s hair red?”
Grimme looks down in surprise. “Oh. It’s just a few locks.” She dismisses.
Oscar nods numbly. “and … why is your hair red?”
“Oh you noticed?” she poses, flexing her enormous bicep. “I think it makes me look strong.”
Hahaha. Please tell me they’re not flirting. They’ve been exes longer than they’ve had Burn.
Oscar rubs his grayed temples. “Why? Why are you like this? Why do you make our son like this? Why? What did I ever do to you?”
Grimme takes a deep breathe.
“Don’t answer that.”
“But isn’t it cute?” Grimme leans over Burn, shoving their heads together. “We match.”
Oscar finally notices me. “Oh at least one of you has normal hair.”
Grimme shoves me between her and Burn. So that my braids perfectly line up with the new streaks in their hair.
Silence.
Oscar gaps. Closes his eyes. And sighs like he can exhale all the tears he refuses to cry.
“Why?”
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(present moment)
“Uh. Is that thunder?”
@ethan-leonard, @this-is-not-an-alien, @rusted-knightWhen life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
Hades had decided to observe the conversation between Alessio and Leana. It probably was none of his business, but nobody was stopping him.
“I…I’ve only been a messenger.” Leana said “Riding a horse from outpost to outpost. I had a dagger, but…All of us knew it wouldn’t do any good, if caught. It isn’t really a stable job.”
A horse rider? That confirmed it. There was no way they were from the same world. At the same time, she mentioned outposts. Hierarchy Cities perhaps?
“No. I’ve never learned how to use a weapon.” Leana stated with guilt.
That’s a mistake. A messenger on horseback, in a hazardous environment, unable to use a weapon? That’s just begging for trouble. Even if people don’t know you’re a messenger, it’s good to have protection from the bandits and the damon.
“You need your thumb outside of your fist, so you don’t break your hand throwing a punch, your feet need to be spaced enough for balance but not far enough it hampers your movement, like that –“ Alessio seemed to be giving advice, “Now, show me how you throw a punch.”
Leana hurled a punch, which Alessio quickly countered. It wasn’t entirely like how he fought last time. He seemed to evade more, turning the enemy’s strength against them. It seemed logical that he took what he was taught and built on it. Currently, he had Leana in a headlock, with the latter suppressing gagging. She seemed strong. Many Ehrenvoll Knights in his class would have done the same thing. Pain was frequent in their school. Training was brutal. Only the strongest made it through.
“How do you break free?” Alessio asked, trying to assess her strengths.
… “Bite you?”
Sounded about right. Aiming for eyes too. Although with the position she was in, Leana could potentially flip Alessio over.
“But… you might not taste too good.”
Hades resisted the urge to face-palm.
“Enough.” Hades finally said.
Hades approached the duo. He could not leave these two like this. “Mrs. Leana, isn’t it? This battle isn’t a strength vs strength. If you can overpower Alessio, that is great, but inefficient. Use your strength in different ways.”
Pointing at Alessio’s knee, Hades added. “For example; positioned correctly and with enough strength, you can knock Alessio to the floor. The possibility you’d go down with him is high, but you’ll still leave Alessio stunned. In a case like that, recovery speed takes priority.”
He was already in this. Might as well go on. “Or, you could use your spare hand and target his face. It doesn’t have to be a fist. It doesn’t have to be precise. Hit an eye and you’ll leave him temporarily blind, if the blow doesn’t kill him. Either way, you could weaken his grip.”
Whether she took his advice or not was up to her. He cannot offer help to those unwilling to listen.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Search grinned evilly at the quip/question, while Burn shoved some writhing, squirming creature back into her pack.
“When the exes are fighting the kids get to play.” She laughed.
That’s nice to know, he was hoping for more context, he really was…
“Uh. Is that thunder?” Burn interjected, and Nathair glanced up. Then at Burn, oh yes he was blind…
“No, it’s a dragon flying above us,” He said absolutely seriously, stumbling back a step as if nervous. “The louder they are the more likely they’ll attack, we should find some shelter.”
He wanted to see how many people would fall for this and how long, so he darted a look around anxiously until he spied a seemingly uninhabited building.
“This way, quickly now!”
“Bite you?” Leana suggested, in a slightly strained voice, trying not to squirm. She wasn’t panicking, that was good, but she needed to be able to react faster. She might in an actual emergency but he couldn’t gauge that…
“But…you might not taste too good.” She added in a cute, a-matter-of-fact small voice.
I…should hope not!?
Alessio flushed, not sure what to do not sure what to say, trying to get back to the training part of training but…how?
“That…that could work, but you’d need to take advantage of that moment to break free and injure your opponent enough that pursuit wouldn’t be a viable option…” Alessio released her, flustered. How was he supposed to train Leana he couldn’t hurt her she was so…so…innocent.
“Enough.” Sir Scary commanded approaching them both. Um…was he in trouble?
“Mrs. Leana, isn’t it? This battle isn’t a strength vs strength. If you can overpower Alessio, that is great, but inefficient.”
Was he…helping? Sir Scary was being helpful. Aw he did care!
“Use your strength in different ways.” Sir Scary continued pointing at Alessio’s knee. “For example; positioned correctly and with enough strength, you can knock Alessio to the floor. The possibility you’d go down with him is high, but you’ll still leave Alessio stunned. In a case like that, recovery speed takes priority.”
Well, it wasn’t very likely Leana would actually succeed at this point – if it were an actual fight that is. Should he let her knock him to the floor? Wait the idea was to actually teach her…
“Or, you could use your spare hand and target his face. it doesn’t have to be a fist. It doesn’t have to be precise.” Ok good advice. “Hit an eye and you’ll leave him temporarily blind, if the blow doesn’t kill him.”
Wait…wait a second!?!?!? Alessio was having second thoughts about this, maybe this wasn’t a great idea…
“Either way, you could weaken his grip.”
Um…
It was pouring.
Well, to say it was pouring would be a gross understatement it was hailing water by the ton, it was blinding the world, he thought he saw a boat full of animals floating across the streets.
Needless to say, his pretend sense of urgency sudden became very real as he tried doors of every seemingly empty building.
They finally made it inside some building and Nathair shook himself like a wet cat. He was freezing now, that was glorious. Gloriously dripping wet, soaked to the bone probably dying of the cold – not that Nathair was melodramatic or anything. Not sure where Alessio got that theatrical sass as a kid.
“Well I certainly hope there’s something warm around here,” He announced, it was too dark to really see inside. He swiped at blankets coating several surfaces, accidentally uncovering a mirror…
“Mm…” Nathair touched the mirror and suddenly everything shifted.
“Welcome to the Trail of Betrayal and Deceit.”
“I did not do this!”
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonard @rusted-knightTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
*Kimmi sent something earlier this morning, and… sees now it never went through* *grrs* *types abbreviated version*___________________
Leana had been joking about the biting. She tended to joke, when nervous, but always wondered if anyone realized it was jest. Dom did… Sadness pricks her heart, even as she danced away from Alessio. She didn’t lift her eyes to look at his pink cheeks.
“Mrs. Leana, isn’t it?” Another man came up, causing her to jump at his booming voice.
I’m not married, no. But yes, I’m Leana. She didn’t say it, blinked several times, and looked at him timidly/curiously. Her eyes got gradually wider and wider as he spoke.
But he cared enough to help. Even though he spoke almost without emotion, like a small stone might speak. Saeb Lyn, Hard Soft.
“Or, you could use your spare hand and target his face. it doesn’t have to be a fist. It doesn’t have to be precise. Hit an eye and you’ll leave him temporarily blind, if the blow doesn’t kill him. Either way, you could weaken his grip.”
Woe. Leana’s shoulders went back, and she forced herself not to gape at him. Oh… “Mm.” Leana nodded several times. “What if I… somehow hurt him? I mean-” I don’t think I’d win? But- *large breath* “Thank you.” She pulled back her shoulders, but her cheeks were red as apples, her eyes nervous. “It sounds like good advice. I… thank you.” *many running thoughts* Sadness and fear, are the main emotion in her eyes. But there’s also gratitude. Her face is calm.
“Frankly, it will take weeks, if not years, to teach me enough to stay alive. I didn’t get the idea we’d be allowed to stay that long.” The likelihood of me getting through this alive, is nil, from what I’ve been hearing. “Things won’t get better, so we might as well start. I’ll follow you.” ‘You’ as in plural, she looked from Saeb Lyn to Alessio, and back again. “I’ll call you Saeb Lyn, because you wouldn’t tell me your name. And you can just call me Leana.”
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MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS!
@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok @ethan-leonardJominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
(Oof, that’s awful…)
“Mm.” Leana acknowledged, bobbing her head up and down adorably. Alessio bit his lip, turning an even deeper shade of red. “What if I…somehow hurt him? I mean-“
“Yeah, what if she hurts Alessio?” Alessio asked innocently, fidgeting with even more awkward/nervous energy than usual.
“Thank you.” She added a bit uneasily. “It sounds like good advice. I…thank you.”
She was blushing. He glanced quickly at her, tugging slightly at his hood, then darted a look back at Sir Scary.
“Frankly, it will take weeks, if not years, to teach me enough to stay alive.” Well, Alessio had been conveniently ignored that fact but… “I didn’t get the idea we’d be allowed to stay that long. Things won’t get better, so we might as well start. I’ll follow you.”
Wait but…procrastinating certain demise?
“I’ll call you Saeb Lyn, because you wouldn’t tell me your name.” She told Sir Scary frankly. Bet it means Big Softie, Alessio smothered a little smirk and buried his face deeper under his hood… “And you can just call me Leana.”
“And I’ll call him Big Softie,” Alessio whispered a little too loudly and decided to “cover up” for it by blurting over his remark. “You should braid your hair so it doesn’t get in your face when you’re fighting and it’s a smaller targe- uh…I mean…”
I should shut up right now…
@kimlikesart @ragnarok @ethan-leonardMERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugsss everybody*
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
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