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Post by Destael on Oct 15, 2013 21:08:33 GMT -6
Sitting in the farthest dark corner of the tavern sat a cloaked figure. Clothes ripped and in disarray, brown hair tangled, the petite form of the woman leaned on the table. Her hazel eyes studied the patrons of the tavern past her low hood as her mind raced.
The man that had spoken to her earlier....the leader of that faction had raised questions within her, emotions she didn't know what to do with. He wanted her help, her of all people. He knew who she was....or had been rather....so she assumed he knew about her long sting of crimes. Yet still....
But what they planned on doing....to take down the white lady? Hm.....She certainly had no love for the healer....but the memories of the many chats they had in the catacombs chained her view. The lady kirsten harbored no ill will. Of any creature she met....she seemed so pure hearted. Then why the need for an assassination? Or perhaps her newly human mind couldn't even grasp the complexities of emotions behind the plan.
Furrowing her brow, Des pinched the bridge of her nose with a still bandaged hand. Her racing thoughts were causing her head to ache. Adjusting her position in the seat, her eyes flitted around the room absentmindedly looking for her friend.
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Post by Thoror on Oct 15, 2013 22:50:36 GMT -6
Two brick walls met in a corner where light disappeared. The shadows held in their embrace a worn, weary woman who's protection was sworn by the establishment. Approaching eyes peered beneath the hood draped over solemn brow and saw anxious expression plaguing her perfect face, yet still taking nothing from it's beauty. Inside he smiled at her, watching her own light eyes catch glints of red from the fireplace and sparkle delicately.
The man who owned those eyes set two steins in front of her, filled with an old Dwarven brew known for it's preservation. It was a special brew, one only she had tasted one year ago. He sat down next to the hooded woman and leaned as she did on the table. Gently he placed a hand on her shoulder; the one that wasn't injured as far as he could tell. Thoror looked at her, wanting to say it was okay; wanting to tell her she'd be safe. He wanted so much to ensure those things, but he had failed her too many times to trust himself. If he could make it up to her, he would. The shorter man removed his hand from Des' shoulder and looked back at the steins in front of them. While he couldn't find words he also did not want to spend his break in silence.
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Post by Destael on Oct 16, 2013 23:02:34 GMT -6
The girls eyes finally settled on the dwarf as he appeared, setting two steins on the table. She back across the room when she felt his hand on her shoulder. There was a couple minutes of silence before she decided to break it, her voice quite and solemn. "I like watching them....the emotion on their faces. I didn't realize before....how much the people on this plane feel."
With a sigh she took a swig of the stein placed in front of her. The taste brought back memories of the past...from the time Thoror had helped her. "It's odd. I feel like the same person...but it's like everything in my mind has changed. I don't know what I'm feeling. Things that I scoffed at a month ago make me ill....Things that I've done."
She rubbed her face exasperated before sweeping her hair away from her face and allowing her hood to fall back. "I've been trying to figure out what to do with myself. How to set things right." She finally looked over to Thoror, meeting his gaze.
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Post by Thoror on Oct 17, 2013 17:38:17 GMT -6
Thoror turned his gaze to meet Des as she did to him. "And have you thought of anything?" He asked. "I'm certain you'll figure something out. The people of this town can be very forgiving at times."
He took a sip from his stein, savoring the nostalgia that stung his heart. His hand found it's way to Des' and rest there reassuringly. "Feelings hurt when you don't know what to do with them. It used to hurt so much, just thinking of you." The Dwarf let his head down a little and removed his hand. "But I have a better understanding of how I feel about you now. It isn't painful like that anymore." He took a breath, wondering if he should continue or not.
The Dwarf let his stein down and looked at Destael again. His hand curled into a loose fist, aching to hold hers. For so long Des had demanded space, complete independence and command that Thoror was always nervous about getting closer than a handshake. But now...She had changed. Maybe he should allow himself closer.
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Post by Destael on Oct 17, 2013 19:22:23 GMT -6
The woman shook her head, frowning. "I need to try and make things right. Not just for everyone I've hurt...but for me. I just don't know how..."
Sighing, she paused to take another sip from the stein. "How you feel about me?" She looked over to him, her eyes questioning. She never knew love before; didn't understand it....or recognize the tug she felt for the dwarf.
Giving her head a slight shake, she spoke again. "All of the pain and suffering that is happening at the hands of the demons here....that's on me. They weren't interested in this plane until I was. I need to deal with it somehow."
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Post by Thoror on Oct 21, 2013 21:25:11 GMT -6
"You'll set things right. I trust you to." The bartender sat back in his seat, eyes still on Destael. He couldn't look away from her for a minute. "And if you don't...This is Wildgard. Nothing is 'right' here."
He moved his chair closer to Des and rest his hand next to hers, just about blushing from everything in his head and heart. "You've head me say 'I love you,' but do you know what it means? I have a suspicion it's not common where you're from." Thoror gently grasped her hand again. "I want you to learn for yourself though. I don't think I should be the one explaining it."
The Dwarf only barely noticed when he laced his fingers through hers almost involuntarily. She didn't seem to mind any more, but he could never shake that fear of offending her. "I can't deny anything you say. Your logic is sound, and not an inch away from the truth." Thoror gave her hand a gentle squeeze and looked into her eyes. "But no matter. I trust you to do the right thing, whatever it may be. And if you need any help...I'm here for you."
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Post by Destael on Oct 26, 2013 23:29:34 GMT -6
Des bit her lip slightly, face heating. Was that a normal? It was true....she didn't really know what it felt like....or what it really meant. The idea of friendship was still a concept she was trying to get used to. Well....apart from Halizar. He and her shared a bond beyond anything or anyone of the mortal planes....
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the rush of unknown and unreadable emotions within her, the woman withdrew slightly slipping her hand away to hug herself under her cloak. Her heart was racing and it scared her. "I'm glad you're here..." She said quietly. "I don't know what I would have done without you..."
She probably would have perished somewhere alone in the forest...either from her newly mortal needs...or from her wounds which were now slowly healing. But there was something else bothering her...
"I want you to be around, but I also want you to live your life. You have a business....friends....you don't need to stay with me all the time." her words were soft and sincere, something that very rarely came from her. "I'll be safe. And I'll return to you. Don't worry about me if I go off on my own, or if you have matters to attend to."
From the moment the dwarf had found her in the woods he had been by her side since. It was a thoughtful gesture, and one she appreciated, but now it was beginning to make her feel guilty. And also.....she needed time alone. To right her wrongs. To figure out who exactly she was.
And the worst....something she dared not think about but skittered around the deep recesses of her thoughts. If she WERE to be taken down....she didn't want the dwarf to be taken down with her.
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Post by Thoror on Oct 28, 2013 22:20:28 GMT -6
Thoror turned his gaze down to the table when Des pulled her hand away. His heart fluttered at her words, as it did whenever she spoke kindly to him. "It's my pleasure." He said, smiling lightly.
"I'll leave you be when you request it, Des." The Dwarf reached for his stein again. "You're of no burden right now. But I also don't want to be a burden to you. I won't follow you if you don't ask it." He took a sip. Not following would be hard. While he knew she would stay true to her words here, he couldn't help but worry about the world she would wander into. Destael had been here before, she knew of all the senseless violence and bloodshed. Nothing had changed, and that worried the Dwarf.
"I trust you to return." He smiled on the outside while turning to Des, but his gut knotted with the looming fear that he could lose her for good.
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Post by Destael on Nov 5, 2013 2:49:30 GMT -6
"I need time to figure out what I need to do...." How to atone and....how to even live as a human. Without her driving goals and demonic soul what was she even supposed to do? "And it might take me getting involved in dangerous situations..." She looked up, meeting the Dwarfs eye.
"Please promise me you won't interfere. I've lived a dangerous life up until now. One full of bloodshed and death and being human doesn't change that. I will just be fighting for a new cause."
But fighting for what...she didn't know yet. What she did know was the way this land worked. Even before Wilgard even held it's name probelm's were solved by the sharp edge of the sword.
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Post by Thoror on Nov 11, 2013 21:07:58 GMT -6
The Dwarf thought on her words for a good few seconds. He took a deep breath, ready to say something but it caught at the back of his thought. He let out a shaky sigh and repeated, but the words wouldn't come.
"...I want to respect your wishes, Des." He finally said. " But I couldn't live with myself if I saw you die again. You mean more to me than I can put into words, Des. Please, don't get into anything you don't think you can come out of." He emphasized those last words, looking into Destael's eyes.
"Promise me you'll come back, Des. Promise me you'll return, and I'll leave you to your ventures."
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Post by Destael on Nov 11, 2013 22:46:46 GMT -6
The ex- demon sighed, exasperated. "Fine. I'll choose my battles carefully. I promise." She gave the dwarf a reassuring smile....one that didn't reach her eyes. There were many skills she had honed while being a demon. One of them was lying through her teeth.
It wasn't that she planned on getting hurt, or dying. But over the course of the conversation she realized that she wasn't being realistic. This was wildgard. Every situation was handled at the point of a sword. That was why this was something she couldn't promise.
She knew that to atone she would have to fight. If her redemption would mean her death....well, she didn't have control of that. Her fate was yet to be known.
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Post by Thoror on Nov 12, 2013 19:56:51 GMT -6
The Dwarf strummed his fingers on the table in front of him. He couldn't stop worrying, and...fidgeting. He thought he broke this habit half a century ago. Thoror focused himself and put his hands flat. If he was going to speak to Des at all he should do it clearly. Thoror looked at her again and moved a hand closer.
"...Know that I love you, Des. That won't ever change." He stood up, grabbing his half-empty stein and gently laying a hand on Des' shoulder. "I'm going to get back to work now. If you need anything, I'm here." Still looking at Des, Thoror took a few steps to the kitchen.
"I know you will figure out what to do."
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Post by Destael on Nov 13, 2013 0:06:34 GMT -6
The woman nodded, her brow furrowed, as she watched the dwarf leave. Love....did she love the dwarf? Maybe....she honestly didn't know. There was such a wide variety of emotions that were still so new to her...so many human concepts that she was yet to grasp.
She knew that she felt strongly for him though. She didn't want to hurt him...or let him down.
With a sigh, she cast her eyes out towards the patrons of the tavern once more. Maybe if she watched enough people she would understand what being human was all about.
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