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OOC: >>closes lips, puffs out cheeks and wacks with a nearby book<< HEY! Stop that. Zell has had PLENTY of opertunities to change this! Back when Mujaki suggested he go, Zell could have said no. Zell could have said something when Mujaki asked if they had slept together, maybe something along the lines of him not needing to know, notice how not once in the conversation with Mujaki has the subject of love come up, for all the knight knows, Zell raped her; of course its going to be for safety reasons! Could have introduced himself, could have actually talked to Mujaki so he wouldn't see his princess just with some random guy. I was actually being good, and thinking about holding off 'lines runaway attempt because of all thats happening in the castle and she doesn't want to leave him all alone in this. Before Mujaki he would have woken up in her old bed, alone. So you know what, I've been TRYING. A knight deeply in love, has just found his princess, the most influential woman in the world as the heir to Dreia, near naked in a bed with a man he has never met, never seen before. I even made Mujaki bring up the seperation because I had expected Zell to say no and stop this, since you know just as well as I that Maryline would say go.

Hell...now I don't even feel like posting. Maybe I'll edit it in later today.

OOC: >>Sighs<< Yeah yeah. Whatever. >>Rubs temples<<

BIC: >>Such a sweet...gentle man Zell was, her kissed hand fluttering down to her lap as he stood. Tonight she would sleep alone...something she had not done for over a month...A bell chimed. He wouldn-Her heart gave a little skip as she felt them, soft, warm...his lips meltingly against hers. Her face flushed crimson to her hairline as her heart raced as if it was their first. He was gone then, stepping away to leave her blushing on the mattress, clinging to the blanket around her<< May you wake...to see the sunrise Sir Dincht, Sir Mujaki. >>One second...two...three...four. 'This is so stupid!' Her head snapped up fully to lock on Zell, just catching the end of his spin for him to whip back over to her, whether she liked it or not. One gasp, and she was in his arms, body taunt as she looked wordlessly up at Mujaki. His face...shocked, pained, confused and frantic<< Z-zell... >>She whispered, her face still a bright crimson. His nose brushed against her scalp, burying itself in her unbound curls. Zell. Slowly she relaxed, and reached up to touch his cheek again. Little, tiny touches, as she did when in public<< I called your bluff. >>Tell him what she wanted and he'll do it in a heartbeat. Only if he wanted to. Her fingertips slid up to gently comb through his hair; soothing<< What am I to do with you Zell? >>He exhaled softly, and nodded. As it should. Princess and...man being in the same bed. Unheard of-He KISSED her! The male turned before he could lose grip of the growing anger within<< As he watch your soul, Princess Sang. Follow this way... >>'This is so stupid!' What? He turned, eyes widening as the blonde all but ran to the delicate female on the bed<< Do not touch her! >>He strided over to the bed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The kiss replayed again in his head as he reached out. He touched her! Many a time he himself had done so...but this was Maryline. He reached for Zells shoulder to yank him back...the hand fell right through. He stumbled and crashed through zell, maryline, and the bed to lay upon the ground. He instantly scrambled up to stumble away from them, his heart racing<< Parfay! What glamour...what...I...Princess?

>>Why couldn't she ever be honest with him infront of others about what she wanted? An indulgance she was refused. It wasn't about what she wanted...it was about what she had to do. She just wanted-Her gaze snapped back up to Mujaki, sharply focusing on the male as he stormed his way over<< Sir Mujaki desis-tah! >>She jumped as the fistfighter yelped, instinctively clinging onto Zell for protection. She watched the silverhaired male scurry back with a mixture of surprise and dread. What...could they tell him now? Slowly, carefully, Maryline detatched herself from the fistfighter and subtly rearranged the sheets around her<< seldom...does he knocks upon my door, and lay upon my bed, Sir Dincht. >>She spoke softly, slipping the fistfighter back into full title. They still were infront of a high ranking man, memory nor not<< I...I do not...understand m'lady... >>What was going on, or a good handlful of the other males words. What was 'sorry'? What was a jeez? Was it something like...cheese? But slowly, he calmed, adjusting to the situation again<< Mujaki Lutar Shade... >>He stared at the offered limb, confused at it. His golden eyes flicked back up at Zell before reaching out to at least touch the offered thing...that was what he wanted right? His fingers passed right through<< Parfay...Arigon be I stand upon the living... >>He whispered softly. But he couldn't be dead. The princess the very least would be frightened to see him, and took this all into course. What was going on here?<< Permission to ask...what glamour be this? Speak of what you know...

OOC: >>face scrunches<< got tired of pulling up those two links all the time for old timish words. >>also is at home, sick<< I think I caught it from you.

>>watching them, the princess gracefully nodded to Zells explaination. She had previously guessed that her holograms wouldn't touch the norm, hence she had taken extra care to kiss her father, though she wasn't certain yet of why. Her old knights golden eyes fairly shone with dark confusion and nervousness. The poor man...She could just imagine what this was like, to a man who was more boy<< What Sir Dincht was saying...We are currently in the past. A different stream then that of Magick, however simliar. As it is, we are disturbing the flow of the past, and thusly it resists. >>Not...precisely. But close enough<< >>A man cluelessly in love...He knew his heart pined for the lady, but didn't fully understand it. And now...to find she shared the bed of another...No. He wouldn't think about it. Not now. He let his hand move up to rub the cheek of his boyish face<< Yes, but I have often done what was not previously planned... >>Another sigh. He didn't understand any of this!<< Aye Sir Dincht...a pleasure...I wish to have met you on better grounds. >>Not walking upon him on the bed of a near-naked princess. His features began to pale, eyes flicking to the womans heart shaped face, radiant as ever<< The...past...then you musn't be here!

>>She almost winced at the exclaimation. Almost. She had to remember, this was 17th century logic here...they didn't know what she now did. The thought oddly, almost saddened her<< No action can be preformed that had not previously been played. For the time, it limits you from other actions. Time should smoothe out thusly upon mine and sir Dincht's departure, perhaps so far as to go back an entire day before I disapeared, and play out from there. You do not understand Sir Dincht. By seeing you now, I am doing an action different I would have previously... >>His gaze sharply snapped back to Maryline, his voice dropping low, a flash of pain flickering in his eyes right before they hardened<< You are leaving?

>>Don't...reach...for Zells...hand. It was a difficult command she gave her body, but one it upheld. This was getting more and more blurry, leaving her and the fistfighter to surely flounder later when Mujaki reported back to her father. Perhaps she should have not made holograms at all...<< Aye...Eventually...we must depart. >>A chill ran up his spine. Yes, they would go, and time would return to normality. But. With that logic, this was what waited for him in the future. Losing Maryline to a spell. To a spiked blonde who spoke odd things such as 'dude' and 'ya'. And there wasn't a thing he could do about it. His jawline tightened subtly<< Is there nothing...to anchor you here, m'lady? >>A deep pain. His self worth as a knight was dwindling by the minutes. At 18, he was a man. Why did he lack the strength to keep his most precious person to him?<< Is there nothing...that I can do? >>Now he wasn't sure if he was asking Maryline, Sir Dincht, or himself. Anyone that would answer him perhaps, though he already knew the answer<<

>>She slowly shook her head. She couldn't stay here. And it wasn't her decision to die. Her eyes flicked to Zell, carefully looking at his soft face at his guess at the time threads. He brought an interesting thought. If she had the option on whether or not to go to Mujaki...or to call the doctor...would she chose to, to start this all again, or would she not, and stay the rest of her life with Mujaki? She...couldn't answer that<< Sir Mujaki...I believe thee should retire for the night, if there is nothing else. The hour grows late and we rise early. >>Change the future...their present<< I wish...I sorely wish Sir Dincht. >>He closed his eyes as the princesses soft tone wrapped around him, savoring it like a starving man getting a scrap of food<< Aye, m'lady. >>His eyes opened again as he bowed in flourish, barely rejecting going to one knee. He looked at the spiked blonde long, and hard upon straighening<< Gaurd the Lady well upon slumber. >>Since Zell obviously wasn't going to go to a spare room now...he wanted to convey that if he so much scratched her, the draconic demon would be there<< May you both wake, to see the sunrise.