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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:45 pm
SonataBlue Following his short and superficial goodbye, Faryn turned to nearly crash into the tall male behind him. With a sharp intake of breath, Faryn glared. "I am not with him, if you must know. So I suppose it was 'just you.' Because I am not remotely attracted to someone who dares to a hand on me. He can find his own way home. Besides, if I don't see him-- and I don't-- he's probably off doing dirty, wretched things with girls rather than actually doing his job. He can go and do what he likes. I don't appreciate being ditched."
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:55 pm
"I told him he was incapable of protecting anything and get off my case. I don't remember telling him to leave the Kingdom or entertain himself. I--" he stopped himself. Faryn was going to say that he had wanted to take Jillian home and told him to go inside to stay warm, in his defense. But he then realized that he really didn't need to defend himself to anyone if he didn't want to. "It's got absolutely nothing to do with you. Why do you even care?" he demanded.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:59 pm
He shrugged. "You annoy me is all," he said in a bored voice. "You assume too much. Look." He pointed his thumb back behind his shoulder directly towards were Jillian was standing, talking to Dax, and flexing his now working hand delicately. Sayael had glanced momentarilly behind himself before pointing, to make sure that Jillian was, in fact, there.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:05 pm
Just as he was about to busy himself with a simply elegant looking group of ball goers a small yelling match broke out, catching the dark haired commander's attention quickly. Turning his gaze towards the two, he sighed heavily, there went that nice feeling of hope for the world...
The young officer fronwed, placing a gloved hand on Peyton's lower back, keeping him close as he walked towards the palace exit. The young teen looked confused and turned up his head to ask the brown haired man why they were leaving all of a sudden, but quickly closed his mouth as he noted the other's stern expression.
"We're leaving. Go get your coat," he ordered in a stiff tone, nudging the boy towards the long rack of various coats and winter garments. Haar couldn't take the tension that was quickly rising, and he had come hadn't he? Wasn't that enough? Upon Peyton's return, Haar bent down slightly to help the boy with his dark red, very warm looking garment before adjusting his own crimson cloak.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:05 pm
((I drew Alti. ninja
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/115d2d74.jpg ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:09 pm
He looked up, surprised as the man said he was leaving. That was a surprise. Now he would have to find something else to do. He smiled a little bitterly. That's how things went... He frowned and then decided he would at least go outside for a bit - maybe find out who the two were before they left. Grudgingly, he left his spot by the wall and made his way outside, not caring to take his coat. He wanted to feel the bitter cold for a while.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:15 pm
Faryn rolled his eyes. "Oh believe me, the feeling's mutual," he added. Black eyes peering around Sayael's lean frame, he spotted Jillian. How irritated he still was with knowing the other was having fun without him. He took note of the fact that his hand... was working?
Immediately looking away, Faryn shrugged. "I don't care," he replied emotionlessly, "If you want, you can tell him he has two minutes before I leave without him. Otherwise... he can spend the night here or find a different ride. It's not my job to babysit him." The pale teen pulled a pair of black dragonhide gloves from his coat pocket, slipped them on, and with a turn on his heel, he was stepping down the stairs to the front doors. A suited doorman opened a door, and Faryn slipped outside to the increasingly colder night. It wasn't long before a carriage pulled up. "Wait two minutes before pulling out," he ordered. He stepped up into the seating compartment and shut the door behind him. 2 minutes.
Alone in the seating area, he sighed. Was he a little... envious? That Jillian had let someone else help him, but not even Faryn himself? He let Dax find him help for his arm. It just reminded the teen to less compassionate in the future. He'd even given the other the opportunity for them to go home together and Faryn was going to have his private, elite doctor take a look at the injury. A hand extracted the bloodstone from his pocket. It was his fault the other's arm had suffered. He was so angry he hadn't been permitted to help him. More than that, he was angry that he'd wanted to help.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:19 pm
Jillian saw a movement - was that Faryn... leaving? He moved foreward at once, uttering a hurried appology to Dax as he went to follow th pricne. He caught Sayael's eye, who grinned and motioned towards the door with as flick of his head. He nodded and strode outside, looking around. "Faryn...?" he asked hesitantly. He didn't see the boy - could he be in that carriage?
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:25 pm
2 minutes were up. Faryn swung open the door to make sure no one was outside, but sure enough... there he was. After lingering in the cardoor's way, he moved back to his seat, calling, "Let's go." The door was left open.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:28 pm
Jillian looked up and climbed in just before the carriage began to move. He closed the door soundlessly and then turned back to Faryn, frowing slightly. "I'm sorry for hitting you..." he said softly, carefully not avoiding asking if or why Faryn had intended to leave him.
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Sayael sighed, watching Jillian leave. He turned back in time to catch Dax's eyes. He grinned sheepishly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:33 pm
Faryn tore his eyes from the bloodstone to the boy across from him. "I don't believe you," he replied simply, "The way you looked at me back there certainly said otherwise."
What? A half-hearted apology was supposed to get him out of the hole he'd dug himself into? Preposterous.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:34 pm
[[@Mie: Cute pic! ^-^]]
The young officer pushed open the large palace doors without much effort, taking one last look around the ballroom before stepping out onto the snow covered steps, a careful arm still placed around his apprentice. He wasn't in much of a rush at all to leave the party, but the situation was completely different now that they had stepped outside. It was incredibly cold and getting colder as every minute passed. He wasn't worried about himself, but Peyton wasn't one to handle the cold very well, he was very attached to his fire roots and opted for warm things.
After notifying his carriage that they were ready to leave, the brown haireed commander almost shoved the boy inside it, closing the door to the hopefully warm carriage with such haste that Peyton thought for a moment that something was terribly wrong. He couldn't ask anything of him though at that moment because Haar was currently outside while he had been forcefully pushed inside the cozy enough carriage.
Taking a moment to talk to the driver, Haar murmured out the best (in his opinion) directions to take in such a heavy snow fall, words coming out as puffs of mist as he argued over the best passage to take.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:40 pm
He sighed. "No... I suppose you don't..." he said with a bit of a sad smile on his lips. How could he possibly make it up to the prince? it wasn't as if Faryn cared for Jillian at all... as far as he knew, he just... was for the prince. He was simply there - an annoyance the prince had to deal with, despite Jillian's own feelings. He looked down at his now working hand, searching for soemthing to say to ease the cold silence between them. "I... my hand is fine now... The doctor said I left it too long before getting it healed, but he was able to deal with it."
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((Thanks. whee ))
Alti looked up at the sky and frowned, feeling the delicate touch of snow on his face. He liked snow, but it was so cold right now. too cold. He murmured a few words and the snow began to ease and then stop, a slightly warm breeze blowing from the direction of his own kingdom. He smiled, feeling better.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:56 pm
"It's better to head south down this path," he explained, pointing towards a map that the driver had pulled out. "You see? If we went straight west we'd have to go through this river. I know it's cold here but it touches the fire nation's border and I'm afraid it might be weak in some areas," he said with a frown, showing the right path to the stubborn man. "We'll have to go through a touch of forest, it will take a few hours longer to get home, but I still think it's a better way," he said with a sheepish grin. A touch of woods was a rather large understatement, and Haar knew this, but what the driver didn't know wouldn't hurt him? Beisdes he didn't want to risk having to cross a not fully frozen river or take his heavy carriage over any fragile bridges.
Upon feeling the temperature drop slightly, the wind die down, Haar looked around with a deep frown. He wasn't sure why anyone would try tampering with icey weather that was natural to the area... Opening the carriage door, after he was sure the driver understood and would follow out his instructions, Haar laughed at Peyton's look of extreme displeasure.
"Why did you shove me in here?!" He asked with a frown, arms crossed over his chest.
The young commander held a gloved hand to his head of dark brown hair, "I didn't want you to get cold."
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