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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:27 am
Walking through the marketplace, Muertian finally decided on a pink luminescent orb. He paid the merchant for it, before sliding over to the food part of the market where he'd last seen Rosaline.
... There! The pink braid of hair wasn't too difficult to spot in a see of other mops, seeing as it was a rather distinctive shade. "So, I'll still get you something else if you see anything you really like, but I just thought this was interesting," he smiled, holding out a gift bag to the other.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:42 am
Pale hands fretted slightly with that distinctive braid -- he really shouldn't as it was making the hair come slightly unraveled and it really did take a long time to braid it all, but... but he was still feeling quite troubled about what Maar had said. Father had... crossed. For all the bindinds and... everything -- for all that, there was still the chance that something might happen if one of those people from that foreign land by any chance found the man's remains. He didn't seem the man who would die so easily -- or if he did, he would at least try to come back. He was fromt he Kingdom of Death, after all.
The psuedo-damsel-in-distress (though not from any demons other than his own) sighed slowly, his expression highly troubled. He glanced up, however, as he was adressed, a small smile perking up the corners of his lips. It was obvious from his rather revived, but still slightly distant, expression that he had just been thinking about something that bothered him but that Muertian had, fortunately, shocked him out of it. Dark orbs fell to the bag as pale fingers took it slowly, his movements full of grace.
"Th-thanks, Muertian," he mumbled, a small flush on his cheeks. He wanted to smile and he... he was. A bit. But he didn't think it was enogh -- especially not when the boy was being so... so nice to him. One hand held the bag up as the other slipped carefully inside. A moment later, he had taken out the small, pink orb. Matching color spread slowly across his cheeks as he gazed at the object curiously, a very pleasant and undoubtedly pretty smile on his lips. He glanced over to his -- his... friend, right? -- and smiled. It was a real smile this time. "Thank you.... it's... it's so pretty..." he murmured rather happily.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 12:00 pm
An anxious habit of shifting his weight between the balls of his feet surfaced as he watched Rosaline open the bag. It was rather curious.. how delicate the pink- haired girl seemed and yet he noticed the other drifted away in such deep, turbulent thought sometimes.
Seeing the rose finally give him a true smile, the prince grinned back. He placed a hand on Rosaline's wrist of the one which held the orb and instructed, "So, you have to think of something happy and then shake it... and it glows really bright. It's supposed to light dark spaces. And I know... our Kingdom gets pretty gloomy-looking sometimes."
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 1:44 pm
"E-eh, really?" Rosaline looked surprised -- but happy. Undeniably happy. There was a small flush of excitement in the rose's cheeks and a certain glimmering in the boy's eyes that made it obvious that he really did like the gift quite a lot. Light. He liked... light. A lot. One of the worst things for the rose was having to live in such a place of dark dispair. Here, however, out in the open of the Kingdom of Light, the flower was practically glowing. It was rather like watching a bud's petals uncurl to reveal the true beauty of a rose.
A happy thought. He needed a happy thought. The first thing that came to mind was -- Muertian had given him a present. And it was light -- though the prince knew nothing of Rosaline's true self, he had instinctively picked out something that was so completely befitting and... and wonderful. He shook the ball slowly and, quite immidiately, a rosy light was emitted. The glow fell upon the boy, illuminating pale, delicate features in a soft bath of silky pink. It was a rather breath-taking sight.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:35 pm
Muertian wasn't blind to the other's inner glow; in fact, he was rather drawn to it. He wasn't sure what thought the other had chosen, but the way the orb's glow lit up boy's features was enchanting. Still holding Rosaline's wrist in a gentle grip, he lifted the other's hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it with a smile. "I like seeing you happy, Rosaline," he murmured.
Releasing the wrist and pulling away, he cleared his throat. The prince had to remember... public displays of affection were rather discouraged, even in foreign Kingdoms. It pulled too much attention to the royal family. "So... how about we go see a show? You can tell me about your... brother, and why exactly I shouldn't clock him for interrupting our lunch date. I thought you were an only child, Rosaline," he said, trying to piece together the information he'd already heard about the other with this new development.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:09 pm
Rosaline's eyes had been fixed on the glowing orb, but as he felt his hand lifted and as he felt... lips... brush against the back, he dark eyes fell to the other's face, a bright flush coloring his cheeks. Muertian had... his... lips.... It wasn't like it was a... a real kiss or anything, but... but then again, for all his long life, the rose had never before allowed anyone to kiss him before so... so perhaps he was just overly sensitive when it came to such matters. He could feel his heart beating quite rapidly. He felt embarrassed and... and happy. He wanted to look away but he couldn't remove his eyes from the other's. For all that Rosaline was quite lovely -- and many a man had fallen for his looks alone -- the rose felt that... that, undoubtedly, Muertian had to be the most wonderful thing he had ever encountered. He really was quite smitten with the blonde.
"Th-thanks..." he murmured, slightly abashed, a small smile on his lips. At the mention of Maar, however, his smile dropped a bit before returning. "N-no... I'm not. Maar is my only sibling but we haven't... talked much recently...." he said rather weakly. It was obviously a bit of a sensitive subject for the rose. Of course, there had been quite a good reason for him not to see Maar 'recently' -- a word which, in human terms, might mean a few weeks or a month or perhaps a year at most but what meant, for the rose and his "brother," much longer.
"A-and a show sounds nice..." he added, seeming to brighten up at the thought. Truthfully, he couldn't think of any good reason why Muertian shouldn't... clock Maar, as he had put it, especially since Maar had gone and brought him those... those roses, and pink ones at that! Did he want Rosaline to be exposed? ...probably.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:27 am
The prince was a little interested to hear about Maar... not because the white-haired pain in the butt was of value to him, but instead because he had links to Rosaline. Muertian wanted to know more about Rosaline... that was a simple enough request, was it not?
He picked up on how quickly the rose left the idea of Maar and agreed to a show, however, and forced himself not to pry any further. "Okay, then," he nodded, offering a hand to the other so they didn't get separated in the crowd.
At the ticketing office, he purchased the next showing and then read aloud the name of the show off the ticket to his guest, "Well, Rosaline, it's called Cirque de Luz. But it doesn't start for another twenty minutes. Do you want to go sit down? Or.... we could get some refreshments since we left lunch early. What would you like to do?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:43 am
Truthfully, Rosaline wasn't at all hungry. As a rose, he had never had much of an appetite but besides that Maar had stolen what there was of the rose that might feel hungry. Fear and worry tended to do that and both emotions were quite dominant when the ivory-haired male was present. Dark eyes glanced up towards the other, a faint smile lingering on his lips though he was sure that it was not at all convincing. He was always rather... shaken after meetings with Maar and that last one had been very... unexpected, to say the least. Maar shouldn't even be moving at the moment and Rosaline knew that he wouldn't have been except that... except that 'father had crossed.' Maar didn't have to explain himself for the rose to know what that meant.
"I... I don't mind either...." the rose said. He was quite... unused to people asking for his opinion or his likes or dislikes. Really, he was but a seamstress with no valid opinion apart from his trade. That's all he was, right? Well... not quite.
He glanced up towards the other again and then said, finally, his words careful and tone tentative, "Muertian... I thought of... one reason why you shouldn't, uhm... clock Maar: He's very good at making things... difficult and... making a fuss." Of course, that was quite the understatement. The rose couldn't say that he thought that Maar was quite capable of killing Muertian because that was both dismal and rude, but on the other hand his words spoke of no affection whatsoever for his supposed brother. It was as if Rosaline couldn't feel anything for the ivory-haired teen other than terror and a deep, pained remorse. The smile on his lips didn't look very... happy. It was obvious that, whatever the feelings between the 'siblings,' their relationship could not be a good one.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 2:51 pm
Mint Thimble Alti didn't attempt to struggle out of the hug or complain -- he didn't have the strength of mind to be so defiant and, besides, he didn't really want to be. He just didn't want Haar to... to leave or to die or something because that would be more than bad. He wiped again at his eyes, trying quite stubbornly to keep his eyes and face as dry as was possible.
"I'm fine, Haar," he replied, his voice seeming firmer than before, his expression set into a stubborn little pout that did nothing to disguise just how upset he had been only moments before. "But if you ever do that again, then I won't slap you -- I'll punch you. Hard." Well, he seemed to have regained at least a little bit of his usual self.
Haar didn't look too worried at the threat, however he did try to reassure the teen that he wouldn't joke about issues concerning his job again just in case. Red eyes dropped for a moment before dragging back up. He still felt a little guilty for teasing Alti in such a way but he hadn't realized...how much it would affect the teen. It had been stupid of him though, he was one of Alti's friends, right? Running a hand through dark brown hair, Haar murmured an apology before turning to find himself nearly burned as a flame-horse skidded to a stop in front of him. Another message from Cyrus?
Haar
I'm going to be coming within the day to the festival area to question the suspects in the case of the disappearance of the king and the murder of his carriage personnel. I'd like to meet you when I arrive to discuss options for the kingdom's future if we find the king was murdered as well.
Cyrus~
With a sigh, the commander let the message burn without showing Alti. he'd tell him later... much later. "So you have some performances today...and I said I'd have dinner with you, do you know what your schedule is tomorrow?" Haar asked, not turning around as he formulated a list of things to do in his head. He needed to bum some money off of Xel, or maybe make him create some fantastical amount of flowers for him. It wouldn't be hard for the half earth native, after all. He also needed to meet with Cyrus either tonight or tomorrow morning depending upon when the general arrived.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 3:43 pm
((S'alright, Tato. D: ))
Alti blinked at the sudden explosion of red, orange and gold. It was... another one of those message... things. The Fire Kingdom's means were deffinately much flashier than the Storms', weren't they? Though the method in and of itself was quite similar, the carrier was more than different. He frowned slowly, bright golden-orange eyes fixed on the other's face, on his expression, as Haar read the letter over. He looked... well, Alti most deffinately seemed to be trying to hide any shred of worry that might filter into his expression though he really wasn't very successful. And so the dark-haired teen looked... stubborn, set and apprehensive.
"Don't tell me that you're really going this time?" he said, brow furrowed. He didn't look happy but he was doing his best to cover up any fear there might be with a sort of naggish demeaner. For all he had spent his life disguising his feelings, it seemed that when it came to Haar he just couldn't hide what was inside -- probably because before he hadn't really cared about much of anything and so it had been easy to show an apathetic and uninterested face.
But, judging by the other's question, Haar didn't seem to be going off. That was... a relief. "Uhm... I have... a couple performances, I think... and then I was gonna spend the day with Dad, but... but that's not really possible..." he murmured with a small shrug, brow furrowed over his bright eyes. He really was trying his best not to worry -- or at least to look as if he wasn't worrying.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:51 pm
Great. Not only would Haar miss another day of performances, the poor kid was going to be all alone because his father was being held under lock and key for being a noble. The young man was just able to keep his frustration with the current situation of his kingdom under wraps, however on the inside he was rather concerned and knew it would be ill of him not to meet with General Fayst and Cyrus, one he arrived of course. He had every right to be a part of the investigation, if not only to discuss the details in order to make decisions on how or if the public would be made known. Even though he had the right, Haar couldn't deny he would like to give up the privilege every once in a while. But he also couldn't do that, this was the life he had...not exactly chosen to begin with but...in the end, this was his life.
Haar wondered if Alti could live with that.
Live with the fact that he wouldn't be able to be around all the time. Live with the worry that certain, if any and all, missions brought. He was the fire kingdom, the fire kingdom's commander, and with that came with a certain brand, a certain stake for his life when it came right down to it. Thankfully, he wasn't in daily danger like a foot soldier might be, but it was still there...
"What do you think you'll do for the day if you can't see him?" Haar asked lightly, stepping through the room's doorway, turning back for a moment.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:33 pm
TableTopWatch [[Lawl, I thought you'd like it. :9 And if anyone forgets what Peyton looks like, It's Peyton. Such an old drawing but I think it portrays what he looks like in my head nicely... X3]]
Peyton stood in front of the other almost stiffly, as if he were in some sort of dream-like trance. He wasn't sure why he had come all this way, sneaked his way past several guards and assuring a few others that he was indeed the commander's apprentice... Blinking several times, the boy was again made aware of the light weight between his hands-- the box-- oh right, he was here to give Malachai his thank you present.
"Uhm..." The teen hated how stupid he was continuing to sound in front of the prince. Yesterday had been bad enough and now he could barely spit out just why he was interrupting the older male. Looking up, Peyton made some sort of unintelligent sound that was supposed to be words but ended up something entirely different. He was going to smack himself when he got back to his room, and not just once. Heart hammering against his ribs, the blond skittered forward, pressing the box against where he figured Malachai's hands would be, lips just barely brushing against what he thought was the prince's cheek, his eyes were closed so he couldn't quite tell. "Happy Novias," he whispered in a breathy tone, stumbling back a bit. This wasn't good, he always felt this light-headed when Haar hugged him or... or when he was going to... His fingers felt very tingly, he thought to himself before his mind decided he was too excited to stay conscious.
[[lol.]]
Oh and I finally truly figured out why I've been wanting to punch Haar in the face. I hope to make him less...skittish and "OH GOD I HAS EMOTION?" from now on. I dunno what came over me, but now that I know I'll work on it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 9:16 pm
[[resuuuurection time! lol]]
The corners of his lips soon curved into a smile once the very surprised prince realized his hand now grasped something tangible. How sweet, the young one had brought him a present. This same youth who was so stubborn and annoyingly attached to the bosom of Commander Shay Haar from morning to night had somehow separated himself enough to bring Malachai a gift. Even more interesting was the cheeky kiss Peyton had given him. What a brilliant tradition their ancestors had come up with, he thought.
However, soon invading any other thoughts floating about in his royally perverse mind, Malachai suddenly felt a wave of concern. A quick hand snatched the front of the teen's shirt and pulled him closer so that the prince could support the falling body. He picked Peyton up and carried him inside.
Having found the most comfortable place for recovery to be his own bed, Malachai laid the fainted boy on it before sending a servant for cool towels, water, and extra pillows. He soon had the Commander's ranger propped up on a couple pillows and was running a cool, damp cloth over his neck and forehead. Every five minutes or so, he sent for ice for the bucket of water, because Malachai couldn't seem to control his heat power temporarily. The water would become warm and then the cloth as well. Peyton's silly gift had gotten under the prince's skin in a way.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 6:27 pm
((Woo, I'm alive! Let's celebrate! 8D
Sowait, anyway, I know this RP already doesn't make sense what with timing and all but if it's Novias for Peyton and them then shouldn't it also be for Alti and Haar?
And Tato, so you know, I did make that mistake before when I said Alti was sixteen.... he actually is seventeen; I got his age confused with Liao's. 8D;;; ))
Haar was being oddly... inquisitive about his day. Either he was going to be away or he was planning something... or both. Now, Alti's wasn't the most conscious of others' emotions but he was incredibly smart -- at least sometimes. The boy's dark brow furrowed over bright golden eyes. Haar had avoided his question earlier....
"You mean if I can't see you, right?" he replied, eyes fixed pointedly on the others. There had been so many times around Haar when he had been unable to meet the man's gaze but now that everything was out in the open and now that he at least somewhat understood what he had been feeling every time he was even remotely close to the Fire commander -- now, and particularly when it came to something like this, he could perfectly meet and hold the other's dark ruby gaze. "If it was just Dad, then I would spend the day with you. But I'm guessing that's going to happen?" The statement was open-ended. Alti didn't sound angry and neither did he sound demeaning. He simply wanted to... affirm what he thought was true and though he was a little sad that Haar had side-stepped him before and even sadder at the prospect of not seeing Haar... well, he could deal with that as long as Haar wasn't on that terrible death mission in the Kingdom of Ice. He was a small boy with many feelings that he had yet to discover, many sides of himself that he had never met, but at the same time he had a certain resolute strength in his eyes. But it couldn't be any other way, could it? After all, how could anyone even remotely close to a man in Haar's position be expected to keep alive (or at least sane) if he himself did not at least have some small ounce of strength?
"I'll be alright, Haar. I really... want to be with both of you but... but it's a festival and I have... friends--" Well, not exactly, he thought "--here so... so I'll be okay. It's not like I can really get bored with all the chaos, right?" He offered the older male a small smile and though it was rather more wry than usual, it was passable.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:03 pm
[[Sorry these took so long. ;w;]]
He felt awful. Although, not quite as bad as when that dumb knight had stabbed him in the leg, thankfully. However, he still felt bad, bad enough to complain (Peyton wouldn't dwell on the fact that it didn't take much for his complaints to start up). Lifting a hand to his forehead, the lean ranger mumbled something incoherent under his breath as a wave of shock crashed through him at a very cold something against his forehead. It took the teen a few moments to realize where he was, what had happened, and just exactly who was taking care of him. He really shouldn't have been gallivanting around in his condition, not to mention he really should not have gotten so very excited in his condition and look what happened...he had fainted, or so Peyton surmised with a vaguely displeased expression. It was one thing to faint away in Haar's presence, although entirely embarassing...it didn't seem nearly as bad as fainting in front of a prince. Peyton was supposed to be a soldier, wasn't he? And a good one at that...
The blonde blamed the awful feeling pooling in his stomach on the ever growing feeling of shame he was currently trying to stifle. Sitting up, the teen cracked open an eye with a light frown. "Sorry," he said weakly, letting his hand fall back to his side as he aimed to get up.
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[[I guess?? D: It's okay. x3]]
Haar laughed rather dryly. Alti was much more intuitive than he gave himself credit for, he must've learned it from his adoptive, kook of a mother. "Precisely. I was not given a clear schedule and although I think Cyrus would enjoy actually not needing my assistance I'm afraid I just don't have enough information, and neither does he, to make a concrete plan of events yet," he attempted to explain before sighing heavily. "I didn't think I would be so busy during my vacation, but I guess that's life," he muttered, mostly to himself, as he situated his sword at a much more accessible angle.
"True. Besides, weren't you happy to be on your own a few days ago?" Haar teased with a grin, speaking of the day he'd gotten in a fight with Julian. The thought soured his mood though. His expression feel from something mildly happy to something tiptoeing along the line between controlled anger and otherwise. If he wasn't able to spend the remaining daylight with Alti the soldier would at least hunt down that b*****d.
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