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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:10 pm
[[I'll have to use this color for Malachai for now. n_n]]
Malachai smiled as the younger teenager resisted his grasp and sat back against the pillows behind him. "You have no idea," he laughed, bringing his present to his lap and fingering the ribbon. When questioned about his secret, the adopted prince evaded it smoothly with a simple, "You'll see."
Untying the ribbon, the paper soon followed in a small, crumpled handful of trash. However, Malachai had soon released this said handful in the inspection of his gift, now held in his other hand. While the glass was clear, it was also colored and caught the room's light in such a way that there was a color spectrum dancing on Peyton's ankle when Malachai held it suspended from its string. A million ways to tease the youth about such a girly gift rushed through his mind, but the prince decided against it. It was a sweet move for the boy to even get him a gift and shopping for a prince was difficult. Replacing the gift in its box, he put his hand on Peyton's ankle and flashed him a grateful grin. "I like it. It's very pretty. Thank you. So now--," Malachai frowned, interrupted by a sharp banging on his door. Before he could reply to it, e a knight had already entered his quarters.
"Prince Malachai, the Judges require you," the knight informed, waiting to escort the orange-haired young man momentarily.
The prince looked back at Peyton, rather disappointed. He had wanted to stay and keep the young boy occupied so that he didn't go running around and then faint somewhere else. Sliding off the bed, Malachai moved to it's head and kissed the blonde's cheek, lingering to murmur, "Save the secret for another day, yes? Happy Novias." He began to walk toward the knight, when he stopped and added, "Please rest for a bit before you head off, Peyton. Sorry I have to go." As the knight reached for his arm to bodily escort the prince, Malachai's smile morphed into a scowl. "Let go. Now." Detaching himself, he grumbled, "Have the Judges' knights lost all manners? I'm fully capable of walking by myself. If I wanted to run away, I would've done it long before now."
With that, Malachai was taken into questioning.
Faryn tried to ignore Jillian's courteous mannerisms. He turned away from the other as he smiled, but the voiced appreciation was still heard. 'Thank you'... Before he could prevent himself from showing acknowledgement, it seemed automatic. "It was nothing," he muttered awkwardly. A sign stated 'Please seat yourself' and accordingly, Faryn picked a table by a window. He sat, a fleeting shiver overcoming him from the difference in temperature of the two atmospheres. He realized how very much he missed his cloak. It had been remarkably warm for a traveling cloak... but the weight of it in water had proved too much. Naturally, he'd need to find another one. Pulling a menu from a silver holder along the side of the table, he began to thumb through it.
"Hey, Jillian... do you think they will take our currency? I hadn't thought about this."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:21 pm
((Sorry for taking so long. It's all been rather hectic on this end. 8D;; ))
Jillian followed the chrome-haired teen, his dark eyes roaming the length of the restaurant before he sat down opposite of the boy. Those same near-black orbs didn't miss the shiver that passed through his companion. Automatically, Jillian moved to undo the clasp of his own cloak. He wasn't really cold, anyway, and Faryn was smaller... he needed the warmth more that Jillian. But that was just an excuse, wasn't it? -- a reason to present to the stubborn prince should he attempt to protest against Jillian's efforts, as he seemed so set upon doing.
"Here," he murmured. He had folded the cloak carefully so that it would not drag onto the table and now his pale hands offered up the parcel to the prince.
And Faryn was speekig. Currency? Why, yes, that might have been a problem.... But the coinage of the Nation was always pure -- pure silver, pure gold, pure bronze -- and so it was easily accepted and exchanged. And what with the way the village people acted towards him, Jillian suspected that he had gotten more than just a square deal. "I already exchanged some gold coin for the currency here... not too much because we don't know how long we'll be staying, but it should be enough," he replied, his tone soft. "It seems that there are several currencies on this side of the wall, so exchange for pure metal is rather customary."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:35 pm
[[I assumed I didn't need to post, but I guess I will...for I am bored. :< And I forgot about Julian... damn.]]
Haar headed for the stables after grabbing a biscuit at the inn's kitchen. He had planned on at least eating breakfast with Alti but obviously Cyrus had other ideas on how his day should go. Adjusting the strap of his bag, the soldier gnawed lightly at the golden-brown crust of the outer-workings of the biscuit. It was quite good, probably because it was so fresh, however Haar feared he would be very hungry later. Hopefully Cyrus had planned something for their lunch as well... With a wave, the brown haired male grinned as he saw the older ranger walk towards him, leading two horses, one at each side.
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Neither Ceris nor Xel had told the young blond just what had happened earlier with the disappearance of the king. Because Peyton was unaware of what had happened to the king he had no idea why Malachai was being questioned by the Judges. A million things raced through his mind. Why did the Judges need to talk to Malachai? Why weren't they talking to Ruehl of all people, he was the legitimate heir after all. Had Malachai...done something? Watching the young man leave, Peyton frowned. Well, he would just wait and ask once the prince returned...
Propping himself up against large pillows, the blonde sighed a little, somewhat defeated, besides, he still didn't feel well enough to be walking all the way to the inn he was staying in. Not only could he use a little more rest, the ranger didn't get to see the prince very often and he would find out just what that secret was about...even if that meant he would be bored for an unknown amount of time.
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Weaving through the crowds, Julian stopped short as he spotted the little golden-eyed boy. It was still early and many of the festivities wouldn't start for another few hours so most were still eating or asleep, thus Alti had been easy to find.
However, that meant Julian would also be easy to spot and no doubt Alti would make a fuss if the ice native came too close. Ducking behind a booth, the young man pretended to observe the manner in which a merchant bartered with a customer, watching Alti through his peripheral vision.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:03 pm
((Ahh, sorry, I forgot the situation so I kept waiting for you to post.... xD *dunce*))
But Alti was, quite understandably, rather preocupied. He was worrying about Haar, thinking about him... wondering when he'd be back, wondering if he'd be alright, hoping... He was thinking a million things, really, and apart from Haar there was his father as well. Who knew when he would see him again.... After all, the festival had been just about their only opportunity.....
Alti sighed slowly, his dark brow furrowed over those overly-bright eyes. The golden orbs weren't wet any more, but the wetness of before had left a slight, unusual gleam that said quite clearly that they had recently been tears residing there.
The teen sighed again, doing his best to put his worries away as he quickly purchased something from a stall for breakfast. He didn't feel like sitting down, didn't want to be reminded any more that he was utterly alone. The Storms native had been alone much of his life... but this was different. Ever since he had met Haar, Alti hadn't really had the chance to alone... and by the time he had begun to develope feelings for the man, the thought of staying alone had become increasingly unapealing.
It was just then, as Alti paused to take a bite from his wrap, that he bumped shoulders with someone going the other way. "Sorr--" Alti began at the same time the male said, "Hey, watch--" but both stopped in the middle of their speech as their eyes connected, one pair bright as a flame while the other pair was darker than coal.
"Illia!" Alti exclaimed in a rather surprised tone. He couldn't say that he was quite happy to see the black-haired male, but it was better than running into someone who was going to beat him up.... "Good morning," he murmured, doing his best to smile.
Illia raised a brow, not quite able to contain his surprise. Alti really had... changed, hadn't he? Before, the teen never would have smiled like that -- he would never have even made an attempt to smile when he didn't feel it. And any "good mornings" Alti had said before would have left the listener cold. And Alti wouldn't have appologized. "...Morning," Illia replied reluctantly, a faint flush of pink of his cheeks. This new Alti was... nicer, but he wasn't really sure if he liked it. True, Alti had been an a** when he was cold... but he had been punctual and cold and harsh and... fierce, really, for all his physical weakness.
"Well, whatever, I've got to go meet my mum," the teen muttered, looking as if he didn't quite know what to say to Alti. "Bye." Illia departed quickly, the flush brightening slightly and he hastened away.
((lolz, competition for Haar WHUT?))
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:12 pm
[[Mie. YOU WWWWHOOOREEEEE.
scream gonk crying
jk, ilu.
I guess I should post now.]]
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:21 pm
((WHUT? HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?!? gonk mad wahmbulance
So what makes me a whore? 8D ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:31 pm
[[You know. You know. mad ]]
Julian had just been about to pounce upon the very lonesome Alti, but unfortunately he had seemed to crash into someone familiar. With a frustrated huff, the older male slunk back to his position, partially hidden, near one of the merchant booths. The ice native waited several minutes before slowly making his way towards the younger teen. Wrapping an arm casually around Alti's shoulders, the light-eyed male cocked his head to one side. "And how is morning going, Alti~?" Julian asked smoothly, his hand curling slightly upward as he moved the younger one's chin slightly in order to inspect his neck.
Ah, nice and purple. Lovely.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:48 pm
((Ohnoes. Now I have to go call my pimp! No moar bondage, plox! gonk ))
Alti jumped slightly as he felt an arm curl around his shoulder. "Illia--" he began rather hotly, a slight rouge rising in his cheeks. But he stopped suddenly as his eyes rose to see just who it really was. The color in Alti's face quickly died down to its usual paleness, his bright eyes set wide with shock and... and fear. Haar wasn't here. What if Julian did something again? The boy winced slightly as Julian fingered his chin, tilting his head upwards to inspect the rather nastly bruises.
"Get your hands off me!" Alti hissed angrilly, hands rising to push the other away. Alti was stronger than he looked -- weak, but still stronger than he looked. And besides that, the intense emotions overwhelming him had sparked something of a reaction -- literally. First, there was the fear and worry and general depression after Haar's departure -- and then the fear and anger that Julian's arrival had prompted. Something in the air sparked -- a minor fire that lasted for no more than a second before it was quickly extinguished. Alti had powerful magic -- he was, after all, a Storms royal as well as a Fire royal -- but he couldn't control it. At all. Being around the boy when his emotions were so tightly wound was not the smartest thing in the world.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:25 pm
[[No bondage you say? mad ]]
Julian blinked several times as suddenly the air around him seemed to grow much hotter, almost sizzle because of the current temperature. And then the heat intensified, a spark igniting for just a second. Although the fire had welled up for such a short amount of time it was long enough for the man to notice. Maybe it was just because he was so sensitive to heat... Either way it was disturbing that the boy knew fire magic. Julian thought that the boy was a storms noble, why would he know any sort of fire magic? The air still felt as if it were boiling...
Tightening his grip, the older male leaned in close. "And just how do you know this sort of magic?" He asked, the air around Julian slowly but surely cooling.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:35 pm
((NO MOAR BONDAGE. I've been roped and chained too long! I now have an aversion to leather, as well. D: ))
Alti winced again, a light shiver running through him as Julian began to cool the air. It was already winter and now the man had to go and make it even colder? Alti scowled, biting his lip slightly as the man's grip tensed against one particularly painful bruise. "I'm half and half, stupid," Alti muttered. For all his fear and pain, it seemed he would never lose that stubborn, smart-assed personality of his -- at least not so long as he felt threatened. When he was feeling happy he was about the meltiest pile of emotional goop anyone would ever see.
Pale hands closed against Jillian's, trying to pull the man's hands away, to loosen that grip in any way he could. Alti's skin was hot, both with fear and something more... fire. Another spark -- bright blue and white hot -- this time somewhere closer. Now that he knew how to make the flames, they were starting to form in his agitation. Besides Alti's already evident lack of control, he was familiar with Fire magic, making it even more difficult for him to keep his magic in control.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:44 pm
Muertian grinned, pleased that Rosaline had not refused him. Yet, he could not be surprised. The conceited teen had such a successful past with ladies, he did not think this one would be too different... even if Rosaline seemed extraordinarily beautiful.
After exiting the arena, the prince led the other back through the streets... directly into the crowds of the marketplace again. Perhaps they could find some fun little alleyway off to the side, but Muertian's fun little plan soon hit a speedbump. Despite his carefree attitude, he couldn't look away from a violet-haired boy off to the side of a merchant's store being... well, he couldn't tell from this distance- but it looked like he either choked or molested by some man. Something clearly sparked, but the distance made it hard to see what.
Pointing them out, he squeezed Rosaline's hand and asked, "Do you think we should do something?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:51 pm
Julian moved back a step, not desiring even touching the teen. Even if it meant he would have to find another angle to ruin Haar's reputation then he'd do that... No way was he associating with a half-breed though.
"So you're a mongrel," Julian said slowly, folding his arms across his chest, "I suppose you deserve eachother then."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:55 pm
Rosaline really couldn't deny the prince anything. The rose was so completely enamored with the blond that he felt utterly breathless when around him. Muertian was always making Rosaline shy, always making his heart race, always making the fire in his cheeks light up like a pair of rosy Christmas lights. Of course, Rosaline was normally shy, normally embarrassed... but this was different -- a very different feeling.
Rosaline glanced over to where the other pointed, eyes glazing over the scene for a moment before they fixed upon it. He gasped slightly, looking more than a little shocked. He had been in... similar situations -- at least, he thought so, from the distance. Sometimes Maar would grab him or something -- though usually by the hair instead of the neck -- when he was in a foul mood. He wouldn't do anything... sexual, but it hurt. But there were plenty of other men who had tried such things.... Fortunately, Rosaline had always managed to escape one way or another -- usually with assistance. Perhaps he was at least lucky in that reguard.
"Yes, let's," he replied quickly, looking quite overly concerned. It was a horrid thing and there was something in Rosaline's expression that said he could easily identify with the dark-haired teen who was currently in such a bind.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:55 pm
Ruehl had gotten to the front door of the hotel, realizing... he had absolutely no idea where Shay would be. In fact, he hadn't seen or heard from the Commander since that day in the Healing House.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that Ceris might still be there. He hadn't seen the cleric around either, and hopefully Shay's friend would know his whereabouts. With no time for dignified steps, he ran to the Healing House and knocked on its door. The prince heaved a breath before asking the one who answered it, "Is the cleric Ceris here? I'd like to speak to him."
"Right then," he agreed. Weaving through the crowd, his hand set about the other's as to intend to keep hold of the rose, the Death prince soon found himself faced with the situation much more closely. Whilst the man may have stepped off him, and the violet-haired boy seemed magically enraged, he also seemed injured.
Muertian cleared his throat and said, "We just wanted to make sure everything was all right over here."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:00 pm
"What of it?" Alti spat, positively glaring daggars at Julian. Pale hands raised to rub at the sore spots on his neck, wincing as his fingers found not only old and new bruises, but also the slight indentions of nails. Holy hell, Haar was going to have a fit when next he saw Alti....
But even through his intense anger, Alti could still feel greatful that Julian had released him. It seemed that his blood had actually gotten him out of some hastle for once, rather than into it. Still, though, he was in quite the range. Small, barely contained flames popped and sizzled in the air around Alti, leaving small heat waves without so much as singing the boy's clothing. He seemed to have that (currently invisible) watery shield around himself, keeping the flames from damaging him in the slightest.
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