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 Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:25 pm
Ren Looked about the main room. He wasnt sure why he kept zoning out but he did. The area still smells of Ryans blood. It had been a while and he was still bleeding. He walked to a couch by the fire place and sat. Staring at the empty fire pit, with a spark, a fire lit. He sat alone and waited. Waited for life, waited for death, he waited for nothing, and yet, he waited for everything. Soon, he would stop waiting for things, soon he would go and get them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:34 pm
With a small pop, Ziven appeared in the bar. She looked to the man in the mask, knowing who he was .. who he truly was. However, as she wanted his privacy, she gave it to him, not showing any sign of acknowledgment of his presence. Instead she took to cleaning up the bar as usual, knowing that much of what was dirtying the bar was Ryan's blood. Using magic to clean, she moved about the room without saying a word.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:40 pm
The golden mask tilts abit with his head. "Excuse me miss... Ziven.. i believe.. Why Do you clean up after others, If they leave such a mess, shouldnt they be the ones to clean it up?" He asked her. He was trying so hard to stay out of her mind, her thoughts. He wanted to, but he didnt want to at the same time, he respected her enough to leave her thoughts to her privacy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:47 pm
"I made a promise to Miss Star that I would keep things tidy in her absence. I am loyal to my friends, especially when I am wanting to keep a promise." she said softly, looking to him with sadness for a moment. She quickly moved on, not truly wanting him to see her upset nor that she did not particularly want to talk to him this way. Slowly she moved through the room more, cleaning as she went.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:50 pm
"Very Well." He said walking into a shadow disappearing.
Almost the same second Ren Disappeared, Hunter reappeared, raising up from Zivens shadow. "Hey love.." He said to her with a smile. He hadnt seen her since the fight, he had reason to take off.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:55 pm
Though she did not smile, she could not help but blush upon hearing his words. Turning to him, she nodded her head a bit. "Good evening, Hunter. Are you well?" she asked, finally stopping as she wanted to see him. She could not help but wonder how long he would keep up this charade.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:59 pm
He looks to the ground abit. Feeling a slight defeat. He nods though. "Yes.. I am.. Yourself... are you okay.. the Ugly didnt harm you did it? I didnt have a chance really... I had to make sure mine couldnt replicate.. He was the original." He said scratching the back of his head. He had A cut across the top of his left eye, which was bruised as well.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:07 pm
"The Ugly did not harm me. I realized you had other things to tend to, running off so quickly." she replied, moving closer to him. Seeing the cut, her expression softened. "You are injured. May I help?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:10 pm
He nods his head. He would never ask for help, he thought, but if it was offered, Only a fool would turn it down. "I would be most grateful for that Lady Ziven" He said with a smile. He sat on the bar, his feet hanging off the side. He moved his jet black hair out of his face, trying to better show the cut.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:21 pm
At long last .. a smile. Small yet sweet and completely sincere, she smiled at him. Though she did not entirely understand why, she knew she felt relief at being able to help. With he being taller than her and the bar being fairly high also, she too sat on the bar beside him. Reaching across herself with her right hand, she did not touch him. Instead she closed her eyes, relaxing, listening to his wound, his flow - everyone was different. Soon both the cut and bruise were healed. Resting both hands in her lap, she opened her eyes again and looked to him with a cheerful smile, enjoying these few moments by his side. "All better, yes?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:25 pm
He smiled abit. Again. "Thank you." He says again with another smile. He leans in towards her. Waiting for a kiss. A simple kiss he has been longer for for so long.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:31 pm
Blushing, she bobbs her head. "Any time." she replied softly, watching his movements. Smiling brighter, blushing deeper, she leaned closer yet, allowing their lips to touch, satisfying her desire as much as his to kiss. There were still many answers to seek but with this one action, she knew the answers would come later. For now, there is but one truth to listen to; Ziven and Hunter love one another.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:36 pm
He Smiles and blushes greatly. "Im sorry i took off the other day... Seeing my father get hurt like that.. and actually... Killing my father... I was told the coldest thing a son can do is murder his father.. So.. I went to a place.. alone.. I wanted to cry but i couldnt." He said to her, he felt bad. He didnt know why to open up to her. Maybe he truly was in love. He didnt know what love was, but if it made him feel like this, well, It was worth it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:39 pm
Fenris slipped inside the bar, an obvious sign of defeat and shame on her face. She wandered off towards the fireplace and curled up in front of it, Vice's jacket folded up and placed to the side. She quickly found sleep by the warmth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:43 pm
"Yours is .. such a mystery. There can still be argument, I am certain, about whom your father is. You are part of all those in your life .. In my opinion, you should mourn his death like anyone. You should acknowledge this as a tragic victory. If being alone was what you needed and if you are ready to speak, I am happy for you ." she said with an encouraging smile.
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