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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 21, 2010 12:57:45 GMT -5
Wow… How could I be so COMPLETELY stupid?! I had left Teirm and had come back to this place and now, I was stuck here. At least for the next week. My mother was sick and she just happened to get sick the day I returned. I did not know much magic, so I was left to just figure things out on my own. I wish I did not magic and I would of healed her and left with Osiris, who was flying somewhere over head, or hunting. ”Flying my Sister, just above you in the clouds, but I will be going to hunt soon.”
[/color] I nodded careful, moving threw the streets, pulling my cloak further over my face. I knew it was hot, but I did not care, I was not going to get caught off guard because I was a woman and there were too many stupid Soldiers in this city, though many left me alone because of who my father was, a knight, but he also was too stupid for his own good. I chuckled at the thought and moved on down the street. I could hear the thunder over head and smiled slightly. It was going to rain and for a while from the picture Osiris sent me of the large storm cloud. He did not like storms, but he flew through them anyway, knowing he had to get use to it. I smiled at him, storms did not bother me, but neither did the empire completely. I knew I had picked the right two elves to do the job, now I had to forget about it and just continue on my way. They would take care of everything and I just needed to be myself. I pulled cloak tighter around me as the wind was beginning to pick up. I was knew it was thick enough to block the water from getting to me, had been made to block it and not absorb it… For the most part… I kept moving through the street, unable to think of much with Osiris above me. It did not take long before he went towards the spine and left me alone with my thoughts. I could not help but think about him… His dark brown hair, his grey eyes… Murtagh… I don’t know why I thought about him, but I did. And that kiss that Arwen had planted on him had really caused my stomach to roll. I knew they were not dating, but for some reason it just sparked it all in my stomach. He was handsome, but I had to be careful… My mother had lost her heart to a Knight and it was still lost. Murtagh was a rider… I did not want to crush on him or even like him, but something was pulling me towards him. I knew Osiris did not want me getting wrapped up in him, of course, he was just jealous and did not want me getting wrapped up in anyone, but some how, I was getting wrapped and he was so nice… To me at least… Arwen, he loved as a sister, I could see it, he was protective over her, but not me, at least, not yet. He had just met me, yet, I wanted to get to know him. I normally never wanted to get to know people, Arwen was the first I actually liked, but Murtagh… Murtagh… It was like a urge, I had to get to know him and I did not know why… I felt the wet splash my face as I turned the corner, the storm clouds above letting go of it’s thunder and soon the blanket of rain. I pulled my hood over my head and headed down yet another street, knowing that up ahead might be a bar, but the rain was starting to come down and I knew that I was not sure anymore because I could not see. ”So not what I need right now!”[/color] I made sure my dagger was on my hip and hidden at my wrist. I did not want to be snuck up on, but I kept walking ahead. [/blockquote] Word Count: 0,694 Tagged: Murtagh(Soon) Comments: Not my best, but I know it will get better.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 21, 2010 19:30:44 GMT -5
Gloomy. Rainy. Those two went well with each other and knowing that Murtagh felt the same way wasn’t exactly pleasing. He was pacing around his room, bored out of his mind. If only Arwen was here to amuse him..dammit. The girl had gone out to have some ‘fun’ with some people. He didn’t exactly know who, but she had also taken his money with her. He was still upset and pissed at her for that and thankfully he had two wallet pouches. He sort of knew that the girl would probably take his first one, but she didn’t know that he had a second one. Yet. His grey eyes filled with annoyance, he rammed into her room and found nothing but a pile of mess. He needed his umbrella back. Thorn had told him it was going to rain soon and it would be extremely smart if he took an umbrella with him. Going through her things were the worst, since it was almost impossible to find half her things. Looking at the journal on her table, he ripped it open angrily and to his surprise he began to read her latest entry.
Dear Journal or Murtagh for that matter,
It’s so painfully obvious that you’ll be reading this now. You’re trying to find the umbrella, right? I was in here this morning and I saw the storm clouds. It’s over at the closet. Beside it, idiot, not inside! Anyways, just wanted to tell you that I hear that Nayeli is stuck in the castle for a while and I’m pretty sure she’s bored. Like me, she’s got nothing to do. Unlike me, I find ways to satisfy that little craving and I go out to do stuff. She’s probably around the castle so go and look for her. She likes you. It’s damn obvious and if you break her heart, I’ll pound you into bits, got it?
Oh, and she might be down at the town. Hey! How am I supposed to know where she is? I just know she’s close to the castle. I also know that you’re interested in her. I mean, did you see the way you were looking at her last time? It was so obvious. You were drooling, by the way.
Plus, stop thinking about that stupid kiss. It was nothing. It was only to get Nayeli to crave for you more. Really, Murtagh. Forget about it and think about kissing Nayeli instead of me. Unless, you beg for more. Muhahaha.
Love, Arwen[/color] He stared at the journal.
He swore she was physic somehow.
He felt the warmth on his cheeks as he remembered. Oh. The kiss. She had purposely kissed him infront of Nayeli. Of course, her kiss wasn’t…revolting but it was weird in a sense. He only thought of her as a sister. Nothing more. Well, until she kissed him. Scarily enough, he actually liked it. She was good, but really not for him. He didn’t want her in that sense. It would be all too weird. Now, his thoughts went to Nayeli where he did wonder what she was up to. She was a fellow rider and of course it would be…nice to see her once in a while. Afterall, they did have much in common. Murtagh found Nayeli attractive and it was good. The only problem that stood from him asking her to date him was the whole ‘love’ thing. Did he actually love her?
Arwen was convinced that she, Nayeli, was probably the girl for him. He wasn’t. He got looks from a lot of women in court and all of them had to do with looking him up and down. It was really annoying. He hated it. It wasn’t his fault that he was good looking, so his sister says. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the umbrella and took a cloak along the way. Heading down the stairs and out of the castle was the way to go. He needed a drink. The bar sounded like a place good enough for him. Besides, staying in the castle was too suffocating. Nayeli, Nayeli, Nayeli…her name was stuck in his head. Like, he was obsessed over her. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t some sort of sicko that thought about women all the time! He glared at a solider who was peering at him closely. The soilder looked fearful of him and straightened up.
Dammit, Arwen. Only she was the one who put Nayeli in his head. She always had some sort of way to get him. He was near the streets now and it was starting to thunder. He glared at the sky while looking straight ahead once more, thinking deeply. While walking, he bumped into someone and looked down. A pretty dark haired girl with blue eyes was the girl he bumped into. He froze for a moment, registering her face and the name. Nayeli. It was raining and another second passed. He snapped out of his thoughts and opened the umbrella, sharing it with her.Lady Nayeli? What are you doing down here on this…glorious day?[/b] Yes, Murtagh was trying to be witty. He gestured to the sky where it was now all cloudy and it was starting to rain. He looked down at her, his grey eyes beginning to soften ever so slightly. His voice wasn’t quite as gentle though for he was still sounding as hard and cool as usual. It was difficult to adjust to another woman instead of Arwen. Though this girl was as pretty as his sister, she was different. He paused for a moment before placing a hand on her lower back and leading her towards the bar where it would be dry.I think it would be best if we went into the bar. Well, until the rain stops.[/b] He said shrugging. He gave another pause, thinking. His cheeks turned slightly pink before he added, That is…I’ll be happy to leave you alone, if you do not wish my company….[/b] He trailed off, feeling slightly awkward.
Why were women all so nerve racking, when it came down to love?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. who honestly cares? OUTFIT. plain tee and shirt MUSIC. airplanes- BOB ft. hayley williams NOTES. here you go. <3 CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 21, 2010 22:14:37 GMT -5
I really did not like the rain, I mean, I knew it was good incase I needed to conceal myself, it washed away everything about me, my footsteps and the marking I left behind. But right now… It wish it had stayed away, though it did fit since I was stuck in this place. My father’s home was just below the castle, in the nice part of the city. My mother kept a nice garden out front and behind, able to share it with all which wished to come to it. My sister was probably doing the last of her studies, which was normal for her, but she was still too young to know everything about taking care of people. She was a normal teen, but she was still learning. I knew that soon she would know everything she needed and that was a good thing because she would need it all one day. One day she would have to make a choice to serve this country… I just hoped she made the right choice and did not chose a man like my mother had… My stupid father… He had been good until I found out about his daily love affairs with more women then could be counted… The damn freak, taking on the younger women mostly, who did not know any better. I probably had other brother’s and sisters that I did not know about too.
I wish I had brought my mother’s cover that father had made for her a long time ago, it was meant to keep the rain off of someone and it was called a umbrella, only a few others had one, since at a time, he was actually a pretty nice guy… Ha! I wish I knew him then, when he was courting my mother and was actually a good man. These storm clouds were getting darker and I wrinkled my nose… I could smell rain that was thick, it was there and moist… I could only hope that Osiris had found shelter, I did not want him out in this and he was smart enough to get out of the weather. I had gone to the castle earlier to grab some things from a healer, bumped into that crazy Arwen, who I had grown fond of and since then, had Murtagh on my mind… WHY!? I did not need a man on my mind, but he was there and for some odd reason, I could not stop thinking about him. She had said that he liked him, the thought bring my cheeks to a lovely light red or was that dark pink… Oh well, if did not matter, but I knew it was there and I knew I did not like blushing.
Murtagh was cute… No… Handsome, very handsome… He had that dark air around him, but I knew that something was deeper… He was nice and I wanted to get to know him, I wanted to see his soft side. I like the idea of having him as a friend, maybe more… I doubted that though, he probably thought I was weird and wanted nothing to do with me. I would not be completely surprised, the only thing men wanted from me was my body, that was why I hated dresses and I hated most men. But… Arwen had kissed him the last time, it was kind of weird and he looked a bit weird and she looked slightly sick afterward, which amused me for the most part. I don’t know, but I thought it was a plot, deep down I felt like she was trying to set me up… She had taken Murtagh to the prison as if she knew I would be there, as if she knew I was going to be coming by… It was rather funny how that played out.
I tried to get the thoughts out of my mind, blushing at the thought that she was trying to set her up with a man who was like her brother. It was weird seeing it, but he had not fought back, just let it happen and came to me afterwards. It caused my stomach to roll in a emotion I had never felt before, but when he came, it was kind of calming to have him there. I wondered what he was doing for a moment, knowing that he was probably stuck in the castle for some weird reason, waiting for Galbatorix to call him to work. I was doing the same, but I did not stay at home, I was always moving around. I smiled for a moment, thinking how I wished we were put on the same form of mission, going to the same place. It would be nice and Arwen would not be near. I doubted that he would accept such a mission.
I pushed pass some soldier as I moved on, their cursing following me as I moved by. ”Watch where you step woman!” I turned my head, my ice blue eyes cold and hard and seeable. They coward back as I stepped back towards them, my hand on my hip. I waited, knowing what was coming next. ”Forgive me, dear Lady Nayeli, I did not…” I pushed my dagger to his throat. ”Look here you slim ball, I don’t care who I am you little wimp, but you never talk to any woman like that… Believe me, I will know when you talk to another woman like that again, your death will be in hands.”
[/color] His fear was clearly written on his face and I smiled before I took my other hand and pushed him away, barely able to grab his friend to stable him. I smiled for a moment and turned back to my walking up the street. I needed to stop thinking about Murtagh now! He did not like me, I knew that much, it was too crazy for him to actually like me, the daughter of a royal woman and her knight husband. If he liked me, I would be surprised as hell. I turned the corner, my mind only focused on Murtagh as I hit someone, stumbling back before looking up, my hood moving back slightly revealing more of my ice blue eyes and black hair… His grey eyes caught my own, his brown hair was slightly wet… I knew who he was the moment my eyes met his… Murtagh, the dragon rider who I knew I was crushing on more and more… I was blushing, could feel it on my cheeks as he pulled the umbrella out and opened it for both me and him. ”Lady Nayeli? What are you doing down here on this…glorious day?” I looked to the clouds for a moment and smiled as his little joke. Sure it was a glorious day if you wanted to hide and get a way with things. I laughed for a moment, looking back at his grey eyes, they were soft, though his voice had not softened and I doubted mine would soften much either, though it could be polite and sweet. ”Yes, it is a nice day if you want to have it hide the trace of you.”[/color] I said, looking to the sky as I saw the rain begin to come down a bit harder, but it was still not buckets. I was blushing, I could only hope the dim light was hiding it, but somehow I doubted this completely. I felt his hand on lower back, my heart fluttering and in m throat as I wanted to go crazy, but I did not want him to remove it. He was leading me to the place I wanted to go, a dry area… A bar, but a dry area. ”I think it would be best if we went into the bar. Well, until the rain stops.“ I nodded, I did not mind, but he stopped and looked slightly surprised at himself before he turned a slight shade of pink. If I could see his pinkish cheeks, then I knew he had seen my red blush from before. ”That is…I’ll be happy to leave you alone, if you do not wish my company….“ I wanted to shout at him, saying know, but I allowed a soft smile to come to my face, not the normal sly excited smile that came when I was on my mission. ”No, please… Your company will be nice.”[/color] I did not know who I was, I was acting nice, which was odd even for me. I walked inside the bar, which was actually quiet and not crowded. I was surprised, but was able to find a table near the door so we could leave in case we had to. I looked back at him, removing my hood, revealing my black hair, which was let go and around my face slightly instead of in it’s normal braid. My hair was completely straight and set around my face softly… ”Where is Arwen? I am surprised that you are not around here…”[/color] I was surprised completely. ”Did she run off again?”[/color] I sounded like a mother slightly who would be concerned, but I was not that concern, I knew she could take care of herself. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,540 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: Much better. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 22, 2010 8:36:38 GMT -5
Murtagh hated nobles. Especially nobles that were women since they all came flocking towards him. Arwen had made a joke once on how she thought he was like a flower and all the bees, meaning the nobles, flew towards him, fighting for him. He had rolled his eyes and now thinking about it. She was right. Again. Damn, why was Arwen always right? She may act like a little school girl, but she was really sharp and smart. He sighed, looking up at the sky. The reason why he hated nobles so much was because of his father. He loved his mother but he rarely saw her and hated her for that. Nobles were always gossiping or doing something nasty. He hated that. Nayeli. She was different though. Sure, she was a noble but she wasn’t like them. The rest of them. She did not whore around. Nor did she enjoy having men around her, like he had seen before. Having to bump into the woman of his thoughts made him jump.
He watched her as she turned pink. Why was she blushing? Oh, right. It was because she liked him. Great. He cracked a tiny smile, hoping to get her to stop blushing. Wait, wouldn’t that maker her blush more? Murtagh felt confused and tired. Alright, so at least she got his ‘joke’. Instead of just laughing, she was dryly telling him that it would be good to lose their footprints. Like a true assassin. Maybe this is why he liked her so much? She didn’t giggle stupidly like all of the other girls he had met in the past. Hell, Claire would of laughed and poked him. Claire…dammit, he had to stop thinking about his ex. He gave the other woman an amused looking smirk. It was the best he could do at the moment, since didn’t exactly feel at his best. Then again, it was his trademark looking smirk so it wasn’t all that bad. He led her towards the bar and noticed she didn’t even want him to let go of her. Like, she didn’t fight against his pushing. Weird.
They entered into the bar and things were awkward between the two. Well, mostly awkward for Murtagh. She had been blushing before and he was worried if he stayed…was she really going to try and kiss him? He shuddered at the thought. It wasn’t that he was scared that she was going to kiss him, but more of that she would change if she were alone with him. He didn’t quite know this woman that well and was worried. He didn’t want to be known as ‘Murtagh the nice guy.’ He actually liked having people being frightened of him. He was known to be mean and cruel. To his surprise, he actually liked that thought. People would respect him more. It was just a way to protect himself. That and to protect Thorn. Thorn was a huge red beast that was fierce and it just made Murtagh sound and look much scarier. Well, to many people except Arwen and a few of her ‘friends’.
Oh god. She was smiling. She was actually smiling at him. What happened to that cold woman that he had met before? Was she actually trying to warm up to him? He hadn’t been on a real date or even really been alone with a woman for two whole years. Arwen didn’t count as a woman. She was a crazy meat eating person. Not a girl or woman at all. Then again…Nayeli smiling was really pretty. He could see the gentle look in her blue eyes and he felt his cheeks grow slightly warm. She was even acting nice! Was it because he was a fellow rider that she was acting like this? Probably. Murtagh decided. She had taken off her hood and to his surprise, he actually loved the way her hair framed her face. She was radiant. Beautiful. He felt his heart beat at a more faster rate and tried to calm himself down slightly with a nod of his head and looking over towards the bartender as if wanting to get a drink. He needed to stay calm and cool. Murtagh was naturally good as being calm. So, why wasn’t he calm now? He felt jumpy and he wanted to run as far as he could. He nearly jumped at the name Arwen.
He let out a low sigh before rubbing the back of his neck with almost an annoyed look on his face. That crazy girl went out to have some ‘fun’. I have no clue where she is. She might even be somewhere in the town now.
[/b] He gave a shrug. His grey eyes surveyed the bar calmly, hoping that he didn’t look jumpy. Arwen, huh? Oh crap. Was she in the bar at this moment? His eyes flickered towards different parts of the bar. Oh thank god. She wasn’t here. Wait, wasn’t it a bad thing? No. It was a good thing. Then, he would have to have her jumping on top of him shouting ‘surprise!’ Arwen was good at scaring him and nearly choking him to death. He then dully said with a low chuckle. Run off? She’s always off to find trouble. The dolt will be back tonight to get money from me again.[/b] he grumbled slightly, looking peeved at the fact that she steals from him. He can’t do a single thing about it since he’s tried everything, except making Thorn scare her. Then again, he remembered that he needed to hide his things more from the crazy girl for he knew that she would probably go through his stuff like he goes through hers. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. 954 OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. Somebody to Love- GLEE NOTES. i actually hate rain just a funfact for you. CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 22, 2010 10:55:19 GMT -5
Nobles… Why did I have to be the daughter of some stupid noble who had no idea how to act around people, much less his own family. I hated the man, though it did not matter, I did not consider him my father, he was too stupid to even be known as that, I only called him that because if I did not my mother grow sad. She also wanted to see me with some nice young Knight like she had found… Ha, like that would ever happen! I would not date a knight, she had made that mistake, if she had just stayed with her first love, the commoner who was sweet… She still talked about him most the time, it would be nice to have him as my father, I might not be here right now, and I might actually be a nice person. Though I truly doubted it completely, I was too harsh, or most the time I was. Her father had found ever ’knight’ in this damn place and tried to make her softer and take her away from the job she wanted more then anything, the job as a Assassin. My mother had been smart with the first man she met, why did she not see the nasty being my father was.
I could not believe that I blushed for this man, I never blushed, not even for the last knight my father had brought home. The man had been well muscles, perfect for me, not trying to buy me over with sweet things, but I had quickly pushed him away. When he smiled, I just half smiled again, it was the smallest smile I gave and I did not mind. I wished I was on a mission right now, instead of here, blushing in front of the man that I knew was just beyond me. I did not want to blush, never wanted to blush, hated to blush!!! His joke was pretty funny, very ironic since I had been thinking the same thing at about the same time. I hated the idea of giggling at something funny, I could give my own chuckle or slight laugh, but giggling, that was too much of a job and I hated the idea of making my cheeks hurt so badly. I had heard those who were noble, many laughing at me because of the way I dressed and acted, though there taunting and laughing did not last long since I ended it very quickly, for the most part anyway. One girl still had a cut on her cheek from where my blade touched her, it was rather a funny scar and one she would remember for a long time. I was surprised at myself, that I did not fight him, or rip his arm off. ”I wish you had.”
[/color] I felt my heart lurch forward. ”Yes, I am here now.”[/color] This bar was much too empty for my taste, but it was at least dry and I could handle the quiet for a change. I did not want to be around the loud crowds of drunken men or giggle women. This reminded me, there was another whore just around the corner, laughing with another woman about Murtagh being here. I wanted to go there and shut them both up, but I knew better, I had to be somewhat presentable, I was a noble, I could not go around hurting everyone, even though I wanted to. I really did not feel right sitting here, it felt odd, weird and strange. I wanted to be alone, but it was Murtagh and he was so handsome, he was nice and he was someone I knew I could get along with. I was not like this around other people, I hated a lot of people, I wanted to kill so many… But Murtagh, he was different… He did not try and act nice to me, he was his normal self. He did not act different, he acted like himself, though I could see the nervousness in his body tension, anyone could see it if they looked hard enough. ”A smile!? Are you crazy?! Wipe it off your face!”[/color] His voice was stern, it was hard and I wanted to laugh at him, the amusement showed in my eyes as I looked up to the ceiling. Osiris was beyond crazy, but that was why I loved him. He was actually quieter then normally, which I did not know why, but it was funny and I liked it. But, I was scared at the same time, I was scared that if I did actually fall in love with this man, would be break my heart like my father broke the heart of my mother? Would be actually be there for me when I needed him? I wanted to go crazy at the thoughts! That was why I wanted to be careful, that I actually did not want to fall for him unless I knew it was safe, but Arwen was going crazy about me liking Murtagh. I did not want to soften my eyes or make that soft smile, because I wanted to be myself, but then again, I was not trying to act weird… Was this the real me when I was with someone I liked? I was easy around Arwen, but she was like me more then anyone I had ever met. I turned my head to the bartender, who lifted a drink and I nodded upon seeing what it was. I did not want water, since I had been drinking water for about five days and I was tired of it. Mother did not know I drank sometimes and she would have killed me, but I needed something to keep my going. The rain had worn me down and it made me sleepy some of the time. I looked at Murtagh as he rubbed the back of his neck, seeing the annoying look on his face at the mention of Arwen. ”That crazy girl went out to have some ‘fun’. I have no clue where she is. She might even be somewhere in the town now.” I laughed because during the time I had met him, I noted how crazy she was, always wanted to get someone into trouble or mess with their minds. It was rather funny, but it seemed that she really enjoyed messing with Murtagh the most. He was on guard and it was probably from her. ”Run off? She’s always off to find trouble. The dolt will be back tonight to get money from me again.“ I laughed slightly, well, a chuckled and watched as the man brought over two drinks, sitting them both down before me and Murtagh. I looked out the window as the rain began to pelt the streets and cause the cobblestone to be slick. I knew someone was bound to fall one time during this evening. ”I had noticed that she was way too excited when it came to having fun with others… Messing with their minds… She is very good at it.”[/color] She had yet to conquer messing with my own mind, but I knew it would not be long and she would be messing with it ever so slightly. I laughed slightly and then looked at him for a moment. It was nice, I could slightly relax and I actually liked the idea of relaxing long enough to be comfortable. I knew the two of them were not blood brother and sister, but I really was interested at how they met and why they were together. But I knew better then to just down right ask. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,277 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: This is getting kind of funny. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 22, 2010 12:32:45 GMT -5
Nayeli was similar to Arwen in many different ways. First. The eyes. They both had gorgeous nice blue eyes. Second was the hair. Black and dark. Arwen’s was slightly wavier than Nayeli, Murtagh took notice. Alright, there were quite a lot of differences. Murtagh only knew Arwen by her wild and loud voice. He liked girls who were quieter like him and who were true to themselves. He hated women who were loud and obnoxious. Whores. More of them, that is. He nodded at the bartender who had now sent out a serving girl towards them. The girl blushed when she saw Murtagh. He forced himself not to roll his eyes. Why? Every single time a girl saw him, they blushed. Why? He continued to ask himself this question. He wasn’t that good looking, was he? He was average! Besides, Arwen didn’t blush each time she saw him! Hell, she saw him half naked once and she just yawned and walked into the bathroom. Completely ignoring him!
He then decided that he liked Nayeli’s laugh. It was sweet. He tried to turn his voice into a more gentle tone as he tried to explain more about Arwen. It was the only person that connected the two. He didn’t know what else to talk about! Talk like how you talk to me, idiot. he heard her voice in his head and felt like grumbling. She’s just really good at blackmailing. She just seems to…find your secrets out easily. Well, for some reason…she likes torturing me a lot. She finds it fun.
[/b] he gruffly said, trying but failing at making his voice sound gentler. Why was it so difficult to sound more gentle? It was easy if she was…ugh. Why was he always thinking about her all the time?! She was always in his mind and it freaked him out. He nodded at her comment and gave a sigh. You have no idea how she enjoys playing with people’s mind. It’s sort of scary, if you ask me.[/b] He admitted it. It was usually difficult to admit these things to strangers, but she understood how crazy Arwen really was. Maybe the reason why Arwen didn't have so many friends was because she was so insane. Or was it the other way around. The reason behind why she was getting more and more friends was because she was getting crazier? Murtagh felt puzzled. Arwen could be scary, but sweet. When she was angry, there was no stopping her and he knew that from experience. Running his fingers through his dark messy hair, he then looked at her with gentle grey eyes. He tried a grin and then asked, So…were you looking for Arwen or something? I always see her trying to find you or something. She really likes you.[/b] he simply said with a more of a gentle look on his face. Alright, so talking about Arwen was the easiest to break the awkward feeling that seemed to fill the air between the two. He took a sip of the deer and placed it back down with a dull ‘thunk’. Nayeli was a noble and to have Arwen always running after her friend so happily, it did calm Murtagh down. He knew that if Arwen could trust this woman, he could too. He hated working for the king and even though Arwen insulted the king all the time by calling him an ‘old man’ which he was, he felt guilt in his heart. He couldn’t insult the king often, nor was he able to betray the king at all. The empire was really all he had since everyone else in the Varden hated him. He was known. Very well known for his betrayal. Everyone hated him. It was basically a fact. Nayeli was part of the empire so it was not unusual that she didn’t hate him. More like…she only liked him because of his looks and because of Arwen. He then switched the topic and his voice went back more to normal. Cool and calm as his grey eyes looked at her with more of a gentle look. She was a girl and he was going to treat her like a girl. Perhaps he could treat her more like a sister? He wasn’t sure. Only time would tell. You don’t mind if I just called you Nayeli like how Arwen calls you? Of course, if you want me to call you Lady…I don’t mind either.[/b] Alright, so he was getting slightly flustered. Damn, he need to get the hang of talking to women more often. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. ehh, didn't count. OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. Somebody to Love- GLEE NOTES. lols, murty is embarssed! <3 CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 22, 2010 17:52:04 GMT -5
I guess that Arwen and I looked alike, if we wanted to trick someone, we could so call each other sister and it would not be hard with her ice blue eyes and the dark hair that we both held. She did have some wave hair though, it could be a down fall in a way. Turin, my brother had long, straight, black hair, my sister was the same and I held the same. There was no curly hair in my family, but then again, my dad kept his hair chopped off. Probably a good thing too, since he was ugly as ever and would probably look like a butt if he had a lot of hair around his stupid face. I wondered what Murtagh thought about me, but I at the same time was not sure if I wanted to. His grey eyes were so daring, as if they were daring me to make them darker or soft, I had no idea, but they were something I wanted to see more of. His hair held that messy look to it, but at the same time, kind of neat. I kept my hair pretty much neat, I did not need it giving me away when I was doing my job, though my job was kind of bad, I did it for a reason… It was who I was. I turned to see the girl coming towards us, I could tell she had been the one talking about him. She looked at me with a glare and I glared back. ”Why don’t you take your skinny ass back to your corner and continue you discussion about us.”
[/color] Fear sparked in the girl’s eye for a moment as she realized who it was and then from the fact that I knew she was talking about him. She placed the beer down and I took a sip from it before she was back around her corner. I could tell he was trying to soften his voice a little, though I did not mind the roughness of it, in fact, it was him and I knew that it might actually soften when he got use to me being around, if he wanted to actually be around me. It seemed that it was pretty easy to talk to him when it came to Arwen and I smiled slightly, at least gave us something to have us in common. I honestly did not know what to talk about with him. ”She’s just really good at blackmailing. She just seems to…find your secrets out easily. Well, for some reason…she likes torturing me a lot. She finds it fun.” I chuckled slightly, knowing that it was true. I had seen the way she had tortured him through just normal conversation and it was hilarious. I knew his effort to sound normal was going to end soon and I did not blame him for trying. He did not have to make his voice soft for me, we were both riders, we both held a understanding and we both had a tough profession. I did not know what job he did before this, but I knew I had to be strong. As I looked away for a moment I heard him sigh and glanced back at him for a moment, my hair catching slightly on my lips from the motion. ”You have no idea how she enjoys playing with people’s mind. It’s sort of scary, if you ask me.” I let out just a single Ha and looked at him for a moment. Osiris was keeping silent and just sitting somewhere above, which I was slightly surprised by. I let my eyes turn to Murtagh and gave him with sly smile. ”Well, at least you know what kind of girl is a good girl… Those are the ones who can mess with people’s minds and feel no remorse afterwards.”[/color] My smile was devilish and sly, showing my true self through the lines of the lips as I took a sip of the beer. I could hear Osiris chuckle over me, the sound was with the thunder and in my mind. I liked Arwen, she was so much like me and it was very peaceful all at once. I really did like her, she was just someone that I could hang out with, laugh about the same things and not have to fake it. ”So…were you looking for Arwen or something? I always see her trying to find you or something. She really likes you.”I looked at him, a gentle look on his face before I shook my head. I had not been trying to find Arwen, though inside I wanted to bump into her… Or Murtagh… Either one was fine by me, but I just had to get out of the house before I went crazy. Maybe if my father came home, he would take care of my mother while she was sleeping, but then again, with my luck, he would simple leave her to care for herself. ”Just trying to get out of my parents house… My mother is sick and I had come here in order to get some stuff for my home in Teirm, but she asked me to stay home and help… My sister is still young, so I decided I would stay.”[/color] Though I was ready to run away and never return. If I had not sworn myself to the empire, though my oaths were not nearly as numerous as Murtagh’s or Arwen’s, I could fly away and never return until I wanted to… I would not be against the empire or Varden and I could come back when I felt right. I wish I could do something about the family I had… My brother was a Varden Warrior, one of the right hands to Nasuada and yet, here I was… A dragon rider for the Empire, the stupid King. I did not like the empire, not anymore, but being friends with Murtagh could at least help me out some. He was nice, he was himself, he was handsome, which was a major plus, but he was someone I actually someone I was starting to like, to enjoy being around. ”You don’t mind if I just called you Nayeli like how Arwen calls you? Of course, if you want me to call you Lady…I don’t mind either.” I thought about it for a moment, thinking and then allow a little chuckle to come from my lips and then my own eyes to fall on him again. ”Nayeli, that will be fine… I might be royal, but I could careless for the Lady part unless I really wanted those soldier to suffer… There is a reason they hate the word Lady & Nayeli together.”[/color] I smiled at him for a moment and then took another sip of my Beer. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,243 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: This is getting really, really good. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 22, 2010 21:09:13 GMT -5
Why don’t you take your skinny ass back to your corner and continue you discussion about us?
Murtagh stared at Nayeli for a moment before giving a small chuckle. Never had he seen someone so sharp and cold like that actually do that to another girl. Nayeli really was something else. Not even Arwen would of done that. Hell, she would of done something far worse. Murtagh cracked a smile, unable to control himself. Well, he was beginning to warm up to this woman. Of course, he still wasn’t able to trust her all that much. Just a little bit. Enough to create friends that he would be able to rely on for a while. If the king forced him to kill her, he would have no choice but to obey. Of course, he would probably have a hard time and Arwen would probably never forgive him for it. This is why he needed to keep his heart away from her as much as possible. He couldn’t bear to feel that pain that he felt when he had face Eragon. He missed his younger brother so much and to know that his brother was his enemy, hurt him. Screw sounding gentle. He was just going to sound normal and she would just have to suck it up. In his normal cool tone, he then asked,
So, what are you doing down here in the town? Getting something?
He then propped his arm up and with his hand supporting his head, he looked at her at an angle. His grey eyes looked at her with cool and calming look. If this were any normal girl, this pose would probably make them blush. He wasn’t sure about this woman but she had blushed earlier. Would it make her blush again? He didn’t really care, but seeing her blush was pretty cute. She was quite pretty when she blushed, Murtagh admitted to himself and if his sister was here, she would probably be laughing her head off while punching him on the shoulder. He mentally rolled his eyes, while keeping the eye contact. Her eyes were brilliantly blue and he really did like her eyes. Compared to Arwen, these ones were holding the eyes of a rider. He rose a brow at the ‘good girl’ comment. He gave a smirk, while she gave him a sly looking smile quite similar to Arwen’s. Amusing. She was amusing. No remorse? Arwen could do that. She was then considered a ‘bad girl’? He wasn’t sure but he knew that behind those angelic looks, Arwen was a devil of a girl. Alright, maybe not that much of a devil, but close enough. He then commented dryly, True. Considering that half the time she plays with my mind, she has no remorse. The other half, she begs me to forgive her and then give her something. I’m actually not sure if she’s considered a ‘good girl’.
[/b] Murtagh was now relaxed. Nayeli wasn’t all that stiff for a rider. She actually was sort of like him in a way. Perhaps she was misunderstood like him? Many seemed to fear her and yet she showed that she had kindness in her. Just like him. Murtagh just didn’t show that he had mercy for many people. Rather, he was merciless and was a hell of a good fighter. He stilled taught others how to fight for he was really that good. He blinked when she shook her head. Then why was she out here? He rose a brow once more as she explained that her mother was sick. He bowed his head slightly. In a more regretful tone, he murmured with his eyes lowered slightly. I do hope your mother gets better soon.[/b] He didn’t even bother saying why. He had lost his mother had more of a younger age. She had run away from him. Well, from the beginning, she had left him alone. He rarely ever did get to see her. It was painful to think about the past, but Murtagh thought about it anyway. He looked back up slowly, his grey eyes showed sympathy while that emotions disappeared completely soon after. Out of curiosity, he then asked, I never knew you had a sister. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s her name?[/b] he was careful for he was slightly worried that she would snap at him at any moment. Then, he would have an excuse to be cold and heartless again. Like his usual self. Was this his usual self? Well, part of it. The other part consisted of darkness and evilness. It was because of the king. Also because of his father. The wicked man that died a horrible death. Was it bad that he liked having his father dead? Murtagh didn’t know, but he did know that having his old man dead gave him a chance to prove his own worth. He didn’t need his father to show that he was just as strong as him. No, he was stronger than his father ever was. He had Thorn. The best dragon in the world. Nobody could beat Thorn now, after years of training. Well, years that counted more after their fight on the hill with Saphira and Eragon. He chuckled. He tried it out. Nayeli. It is a pretty name for a pretty woman, isn’t it?[/b] he gave a chuckle, his grey eyes glimmered with amusement for a moment. Alright, so he was flirting. Just slightly. Well, he was complimenting her and it wasn’t all flirting. It was the truth. He wasn’t going to lie. He smirked, at her comment from before. His eyes looked up at her an amused look came upon his face. Yes, she was quite feared by the guards. He wasn’t exactly sure what the story was, but he had heard from different people that she was a ruthless killer. Like himself. He then wondered why she was still stuck in the empire. What drove her to like the empire. She would of done wonderfully well in the Varden with her skills. That was the problem he saw. He hated the Empire and seeing that someone with her skills still working in the Empire bothered him. He didn’t speak that sort of treason though, for he knew it would be unwise. She wasn’t his ‘friend’ quite yet and he didn’t trust her that much that he would speak of treason with her. Well, so far, she was quite friendly and she also was quite witty. He liked her. To a certain extent, of course. Otherwise, he decided that it was good that they bumped into each other today. He did wonder about her quite a lot since that…incident. Oh well, he mentally shrugged and looked at her with his dark grey eyes with a smirk. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. ehh, didn't count. OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. Her name is Alice- Shinedown NOTES. =3= i actually really like this post. xD CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 22, 2010 22:35:02 GMT -5
I hated women who thought they could have whatever they wanted, any man they wanted with just a simple smile. Why not go to the army camps and offer yourself to each man for a hour, you could get anything that you wanted plus more. I heard him chuckle and looked at him for a moment and then smiled slightly. He found me amusing when it came to being myself, but I knew he was use to Arwen, so I did not have to worry about it much. My father had always tried to get me to be one of those girls, but I had showed him wrong, I hated men… Or well, most of them… Murtagh… I had never met a man like him, someone who I could be my complete self with. I was surprised to actually see a smile on his face for a moment and I looked away, glancing out the window. I knew it was going to be hard to be close to him, he was the King’s puppet, that much I knew, but I wanted to really get to know him. ”Don’t get yourself hurt.”
[/color] The threat was there from my dragon and I knew he wanted to protect me. I was not going to get myself hurt, at least, I hope I did not get myself hurt. ”So, what are you doing down here in the town? Getting something?“ I looked at him for a moment… What all had I come to get? I had come to get some clothes from the house, take a draft horse my father had given me and also a new battle horse when I road out to the battle field. ”Well, I had left some stuff at my mother’s house and my father had sent a messenger to tell me that he had gotten me a draft horse and battle horse for no reason…”[/color] I was kind of wondering as to why he had gotten that, but I knew Pylar could use the battle horse to make runs to the Varden when Andraste had to returned to Feinster so she could continue her own work. I had to quit thinking about them, they had been given there mission, I was back to working for the stupid empire. I looked back at his grey eyes… They were calm, cool, handsome and I wanted so badly to blush, but I kept that away from my face, just looked him in those eyes. My ice blue eyes were soft, though there were constantly hard and it was hard to make them not send forth that dark emotion of emotionless. I wanted know him so much, but I was not sure how to do that completely. I saw him raise a brow at the good girl comment and I smiled. I knew such a thing was not true, not one little bit. Arwen was beyond a good girl and I was no good girl, that was just not me. If Murtagh wanted a good girl, he could do to another place and try and find one in a small city or something, because he would not find one in my. ”True. Considering that half the time she plays with my mind, she has no remorse. The other half, she begs me to forgive her and then give her something. I’m actually not sure if she’s considered a ‘good girl’.” I could not help but laugh at that comment. Arwen was definitely someone who enjoyed toying with people and she loved to torture him, I had seen it and I had enjoyed each moment of it myself. I shook my head and looked away for a moment. ”It will probably be only a matter of time before she does the same for me.”[/color] I said, looking at him for a moment and then looking away once again. I knew I was not stiff, being a rider, I was relaxed, or at atleast trying to totally relax, which was hard for me some of the time, but tonight, it came with some ease. At the mention of my mother he lowered his head for a moment and then glanced up at me. ”I do hope your mother gets better soon.” Sure, I wanted her to get better, but I wanted to get the hell out of here as quickly as I possible could. I hated sticking around here, unable to do my own stuff because of my mother. I wish I could just go back to Teirm, but then again, I would not of been meeting Murtagh during this stormy evening. ”I never knew you had a sister. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s her name?“ I shrugged. ”Her name is Leilani, my mother’s pride and joy… Mom was the daughter of a nobleman and she knew how to handle herself in the court system, she is teaching my sister to be the same, which she is pretty good at public speaking.”[/color] I said to him. I loved my sister, she was my younger sister, the one I protected. It was once Turin who had protected her, but he had abandoned both me and her and I was left here to take good care of her. That was one thing I hated most of all when it came to my brother, he abandoned us. I knew now it was for the good, he knew he had to get away from this place before it was much too late, but I was still lonely now. My father was blabbering idiot who I wish would die on the battle field, I would feel no remorse for his stupidity and then I could just leave it at that. People called me the daughter of a knight, I was tired of it, completely tired of it! I wanted to get out of her if I could, I was ready to get the hell Away from this place, but I was a Imperial Dragon Rider, how was I going to do that. ”Nayeli. It is a pretty name for a pretty woman, isn’t it?”I complement took my completely by surprise, I did not know of any such words, no one had called me pretty, not even my father and I knew my face was going completely red. I actually liked being called pretty, but the words were very foreign to me. I wanted to run out the door, but I could not, though I could feel Osiris deep inside begging me to leave, I did not. ”Thanks…”[/color] My words were completely silent almost, the surprise was deep in my bones and I did not know why I felt like this. I wanted to wipe the blush from my cheeks, but it was going no where. I hated this, I hated it all. I did not like blushing and here I was… BLUSHING!!! He had done this on purpose, but what surprised me the most now was that he was actually flirting with me!!! Why was he flirting with me?! I did not get complements, not even from the men my father had brought to the house to woo me, they did not even call my beautiful, but this man, he called me pretty. If wondered if I could find the same kind of a person in the Varden, if I left and went to them, I wondered, but then I doubted it myself. I did not know how to get out of here, knew would know and if I found out, I would do anything in my power to get the hell out of here. I had worked for them for a while and for a while I liked to work for them, but I did not want to work for them any longer, I wanted to leave, I wanted to be with my brother and take my sister with me. She would be such a perfect asset to the Varden as a speaker, she could do great things for them and she was trained in fighting… She was too much of a lady to fight, but she knew how to carry a argument better then I had ever seen. I let my eyes fall back on him, my blush finally gone as I rolled my eyes and let a half smile come to my face. ”Do you enjoy charming someone into blushing or is it just me you like to see do that?”[/color] I could not help but sit back and drink more of the beer. I had a feeling he just liked to do it to me now for some odd reason. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,438 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: Wow, you had to cause her to blush! Damn you!!! Haha [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 23, 2010 16:13:43 GMT -5
A…battle horse?
[/b] He blinked at the word. Weird. Why would she be given a battle horse? There were plenty of horses in the castle to use. He shrugged mentally before then remembering what he wanted to ask. Your father…he’s a knight I presume?[/b] His grey eyes looked at her blue ones, slightly curious. Yes, he hated knights just as much as he hated nobles. This was her father they were talking about…meaning that he might be different. Though he highly doubted it, he decided to ask anyways. If she said yes, then he would just ask what she thought of him. Besides, she looked like the sort of girl who would end up marrying a knight. Shame, really. She was really interesting and quite…sweet. Not that he was going to admit it to anyone but it was the truth. She probably deserved someone better than just a knight. She laughed. He liked her laughing, really. It was a nice sound. He even managed a grin when he saw her laugh. So, he was warming up to her afterall. Perhaps they could end up good friends like he was with Arwen? Not a chance. It was impossible. That depressed him just slightly, but kept the grin on is face. He rolled his eyes as he pretended to look depressed. Trust me. It’s not really all that fun when she messes with you. You feel angry, strange, and then happy at the same time. It really messes you up.[/b] He gave a crooked looking smile before scratching his head with a free hand. Looking back at his drink, he took a gulp of the beer. It went down smoothly and it felt good to drink again. Usually, he would be drinking when he was depressed but this time seemed to be different. He was drinking with a friend this time. It was weird to call her a friend since he had no friends. Only allies. With a small chuckle, he added, You know, when I first met Arwen, I didn’t think she would be so wild. She and her other brother were always so close…she was quiet. Sort of. She was always bickering with Eragon. They bickered so much that it drove me insane.[/b] He gave a grin, remembering at the memory. During those days, he actually didn’t like Arwen all that much. He thought she was a bother. Always bothering that rider, Eragon. He almost hated her. Thought that she had no class, nor did she have any manners. He remembered that feeling of annoyance each time she talked to him. That discomfort when she wanted to train with him. Of course, when Eragon was captured, he began to learn how to deal with her. She was smart. Behind all of that hyper façade, she was smart and she was sharp. Without Eragon, she really was something else. Murtagh admired her for that and slowly began to understand her. It really was when he was taken away that he truly understood what sort of woman Arwen was. The girl had landed herself in jail because of him and she still stood by her word. She was loud and at times obnoxious but she was honest and she fought for what she thought was right. The girl was strong and he liked that about her. She was like Eragon in many ways but different at the same time. Murtagh looked at the woman, his interest perking up just slightly. Leilani? I think I’ve heard of her before. It’s good that she’s..err…good at speaking. I guess. I suppose she must enjoy court life then, right?[/b] He commented carelessly. He really didn’t know what to say about her sister. Rather, he disliked most of the women in court for they always seemed to be staring at him. It rather annoyed him. Just like women outside of court who seemed to love talking about him and staring at him. Like that woman he noticed who had been serving them earlier who was still staring at him. He gave a tired sigh before ignoring the woman. He felt annoyed that even now someone was staring at him for some odd reason. After he had complimented her, he watched her blush. He smirked, now feeling quite accomplished. When she blushed, she was really cute and Murtagh enjoyed watching her blush. Victory. He chuckled at her small ‘Thanks’. He replied with his trademark smirk. His eyes watched her with an amused look on his face. She was trying so hard to stop the blush it was funny. Of course, he didn’t really expect her to start blushing after he complimented her. Oh well. Murtagh waited until she stopped blushing as she tried to collect herself. Her voice was a little bit gentler and almost embarrassed. When she asked, he gave a shrug and shot her a small smile. I really didn’t expect you to blush but…when you do blush, it’s nice. [/b] Murtagh told the truth. He then added with an afterthought, Oh, and I wasn’t really charming you. Just stating the simple truth.[/b] he gave her another grin. Alright, so she thought he was charming. Nice. Watching her blush was amusing for she did not look like a girl who would blush easily. Besides, Arwen rarely blushed. He was the one usually blushing since she would just go really close up to him and play with his emotions. That is, gently. Murtagh loved Arwen like a sister and to have her that close was a little bit weird for him. Arwen didn’t seem to mind for she was quite a flirt and to him, it seemed as if she didn’t think she would ever fall in love again. It was all because of that Bradly knight. His blood boiled at the mere thought of him. That man had broke her heart so badly. Murtagh was going to kill him, but the other man had sworn that he would never go near Arwen again. He didn’t know if the man kept his promise or not yet. Murtagh cursed himself on not asking the other man to swear in ancient language. He had just taken his word for it. If that man ever went near Arwen again… Murtagh snapped out of his thoughts and focused more on Nayeli. She was the center of his attention right now. He shouldn’t be thinking about Arwen right now. Only about Nayeli. She was the one he should be thinking of right now, Murtagh forced himself to pay attention more to the beautiful arwen’s friend woman. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. 954 OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. my life would suck without you- glee NOTES. omg. sorry for the wait. >.< CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 23, 2010 21:53:24 GMT -5
”A…battle horse?” I nodded slightly, looking at him for a moment as I tried to figure out why my father had gotten me a battle horse when he hated the fact that I was a battler. He hated that I actually loved the thrill of the battle, that I loved the feeling of taking another human’s life. He had wanted his son, my brother, to be like that, but he had abandoned everyone to join the Varden, someone I should of joined. ”Your father…he’s a knight I presume?” I nodded again, though I hated the man, he was a Knight and at times I had to actually listen to him. I looked a the beer, another thing he hated about me was the fact that I drank the stuff only men were meant to drink and at that I could not help but smile. He was always trying to change me, one of the reason I truly hated him was because he wanted me to be my mother, someone who could be taken advantage of easily by the knights around me. ”Yes, my mutt of a father is a damn knight, though I wish he would die… He keeps trying to set me up with one of his soldier in hopes that I will change to be like my mother, a woman who fell for a knight, yet does not care that he is sleeping with every woman in the city and possible the empire.”
[/color] I spoke of him as if he was a bad taste in my mouth, of course to me, he was the worse taste in my mouth. I hated the man with each passing moment he was breathing on this land, on this earth. I noted that he smiled slightly when I laughed, at least I knew how to get him to smile, but I figured he would not be smiling a lot for my taste since I was not a laughing person unless I found something funny. He was a very sweet man, nicer then the rest of these riders, but I wondered what he thought about me as a person. I hoped Arwen knew what she was doing by trying to set me and Murtagh up. She was putting two riders together, which meant forever and always if things worked out. Riders did not die… Unless they were physically attacked, that was why the King was still alive… But I needed to stop thinking about this, it would probably never work out in the first place. ”Trust me. It’s not really all that fun when she messes with you. You feel angry, strange, and then happy at the same time. It really messes you up.” I smiled as his own little smile, taking another sip of the beer, letting it run down my throat so softly and then putting down the mug with a gentle thud. I looked at him for a moment, watching as he drank his own and then put it down. I heard him chuckle for a moment, letting my ice blue eyes settle on his light grey eyes for a moment, taking in his voice, his look, everything I could about him. “You know, when I first met Arwen, I didn’t think she would be so wild. She and her other brother were always so close…she was quiet. Sort of. She was always bickering with Eragon. They bickered so much that it drove me insane.” I knew she talked about Eragon a lot, but the fact that it was her brother? I would of never known, but I did not let the shock cover my face, I knew better then to allow such a thing. I wondered what it was like, having him as a brother, how he had been the first dragon rider since the King himself and now was with the Varden and she was with the Empire. It was like Turin and I, but it was backwards… I was the rider and he was the brother with the Varden. I wondered honestly if he knew about any of it. ”I guess she proved you wrong.”[/color] I said to him, a slight smile on my face before I relaxed carefully into my seat. I wondered why she had picked Murtagh over Eragon, I would have wanted to stay free, but I did not want to ask, I knew it could bring bad memories and this was a time of good things, not bad things. Now, we were on the subject of my sister, I could not help but smile when I spoke of her, she was smart and I knew this more then anything. ”Leilani? I think I’ve heard of her before. It’s good that she’s..err…good at speaking. I guess. I suppose she must enjoy court life then, right?” I smiled slightly. Yea, my sister was really good, mostly because of the fact that she could make you believe a lie and then get you to tell the truth, thinking they were safe. I set up slightly and shook my head for a moment. ”She is good, really good, able to tell a lie and get you to tell the truth thinking you are safe… She does not care for court life, but she makes it work in her favor… She is like me in that way, but again, my father throws every man he can at her.”[/color] I said coldly when my father came into the picture again. He was a idiot and I wish I could of killed him myself. I had so many time that it would be perfect, but I had not taken my chance, I had let him live time and time again, I should of taken my chance. I felt a glare on the back of my neck and knew it was from that woman, but I did not even look back at her, just looked ahead or out the window. I had blushed again, how could I of been so stupid! I was letting him win, I could see the smile on his face as I blushed and I wanted to kick him. I was in the perfect position, but I did not allow myself to play such childish games like this. I saw him smirk again when I had said my own thanks, but once again, I knew he was enjoying this. I hated amusing people, I was the one who was suppose to get amused by people, not the other way around and here he was… Being amused. As I tried hard to compose myself I looked at him and made my comment about him enjoying this. He wanted to get me to blush, he was enjoying each moment of it and I was suffering because of it. ”I really didn’t expect you to blush but…when you do blush, it’s nice.” I looked at him for a moment, trying hard again not to add to the embarrassment of blushing and this time, it was a success, for the most part. I knew my eyes showed the thanks and the blush through them. ”Oh, and I wasn’t really charming you. Just stating the simple truth.” I knew he was just being polite, but sometimes I wished that others were like him and would actually do that instead of pushing aside those things and thinking all a woman was for was for sex and to yell at. The thought made me think of my mother and father and how I remember him at once time calling her pretty and wonderful, but now, only yelling at her and then using her for his own pleasure. ”Thank You, Murtagh… You are honestly the first to actually say such things.”[/color] I looked outside for a moment, the pain I tried to hide from my face as I knew my father would never say such a thing. He called me things that I would never say to another woman, not even the woman talking behind my back around the corner. I smiled as I allowed my eyes to land on him again and I rolled my eyes in a playing sense. I could hear Osiris growling in my ear and I laughed slightly. ”I think my lovely brother is going to have a heart attack up in the sky.”[/color] It was rather a funny thing, but I knew he would get over it. At least he was thinking the same thing as me. Murtagh was better then most knights and men around this town. I did not want to get caught up in form of things like politics, but I was scared my father would try and force me to. I could not help but think about Arwen for a moment, trying to figure out if what she was doing was right still. Was it right to have two riders dating? Was it right to even have two people serving the empire unwillingly dating? I was not stupid, if someone like the King wanted one of us dead, we would be forced to do it, unless we figured away to not do it. I could not allow myself to get that close to him, but I really, really wanted to get close to him. I did not know what to do, I wanted so badly to get to know him, it was hard to fight that urge and I was still yelling at Arwen in my own mind. I felt Osiris in my head, he was uneasy, but I did not know why. ”I want you happy and I will take care of you… No matter what.”[/color] Was my Brother, Osiris, the Mighty Black, Young Dragon was actually approving slightly, but the next growl in my head only told me that I needed to slow down slightly. I knew this was true. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,637 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: Nice post Arwen, I hope mine meets standard. Haha [/blockquote][/size][/quote]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 24, 2010 20:31:39 GMT -5
He rose a brow. She hated his father? He expected her to actually look up to her father, since he was a knight afterall. Murtagh looked interested. Curious, and curiouser! Never really thought she would hate her father.
[/i] His grey eyes looked at her. He gave a sigh as if he understood. He was unsure if he should tell her, but decided to tell her anyways. For some reason, your father reminds me of a certain knight that broke Arwen's heart just like how you said. Going behind her back and sleeping with other women. That bastard was lucky to even still be alive.[/b] He snarled the last part out, feeling the anger come back to him. Arwen had been so heart broken during those days. Sure, she continued on with life, but really was never the same. He remembered her telling him that she vowed never to truly love ever again. She had added with a smile to him. When I say love, I mean I will never ever fall for another man ever again. I'll stay single forever and I will like it. She had been so hard and cold that it sort of scared him. Of course, it was also a relief. At least she hadn't gone crawling back to that blasted knight to ask him to date her again. That would have been pathetic. Arwen was better than that. He smiled at the answer Nayeli gave him. Indeed. Now, I really can't imagine my life without her. [/b] he gave a small chuckle before smiling at the thought. If one day Arwen disappeared, he would never hear her annoying voice again, nor would he ever hear her interesting comments about everything. Life sounded much more boring when she wasn't in the picture. Murtagh also wondered why Arwen had forced him to go and meet Nayeli. They both were great riders and sure, perhaps the whole 'physical attraction' was there, but that did not mean that Murtagh was going to end up trying to woo Nayeli. He now looked at Nayeli, straight in the eye as he asked, Has Arwen told you a lot about Eragon? It's like her favorite subject to talk about. I know why though I don't exactly find it the best reason ever.[/b] He dryly ended, feeling the annoyance pricking him in the mind. He did feel the jealousy run throughout his body since he wanted her to talk about him more than Eragon. Then again, she knew Eragon longer that he did. He, Eragon, probably knew more secrets about Arwen than he did. That made Murtagh annoyed. Sure, Eragon was his brother but knowing that Arwen probably approved of Eragon more than him annoyed him greatly. He gave a nod towards her statement towards her sister. Interesting, he thought with an interested look on his face. He gave another look at her once her voice rang cold about her father again. It seemed as if she loathed her father very much. Sure, because of what he had done, it was possible to loathe her father to that extend. Technically, it would be quite easy to kill that father of hers, but he decided to keep quiet on that subject. If he had the chance, he would of killed his own father a while ago. It was a horrible decision, but it would be worth it. Since all his father had been doing was causing him pain, why not just end him? Instead of saying his true feelings, he spoke in an honest tone. At least she has a mind of her own. That alone, sets her apart from many of the other women in court.[/b] He looked at her with his grey eyes, trying to look as soft as possible. Of course, it was quite hard for his eyes became more cool and less emotional which was unhelpful at all. He gave a sigh before rubbing the back of his neck. He honestly did not mean to make Nayeli so embarrassed, but since he did it was quite amusing. She thanked him and he gave a small nod, a tiny smile appearing as he responded, Not a problem. I say it to Arwen all the time, actually..[/b] It was the blunt truth for whenever Arwen asked him about her outfit, he would look up and give a small nod. Pretty. he would say. Well, sometimes. Most of the time. Other times, he would get tired and just say, Are you trying to imitate a horse? or Once you get rid of those people under your skirts, we'll talk about it. The last comment always made her glare at him which caused him to laugh. Arwen loved to be called pretty and beautiful. Well, so far. He knew that she wanted him to always say that for she always gave him that look. Though what confused him was the part where she had mentioned that it was her first time ever hearing it. Did she mean ever hearing it out of another man's mouth? If so, was he too quick to say such things like that? He managed a sheepish looking grin as he said, Really? I actually expected many men telling you that. I supposed that you've already been approached by many suitors.[/b] He blinked at her when she mentioned about her 'brother' having a heart attack up in the sky. He gave a smirk as he rose a brow again. Her dragon, huh? He guessed the dragon was probably jealous or something. It happened all of the time. Thorn got jealous easily as well when it came down to women. He was even jealous of Arwen once but he got used to it. Ah...is that so? I wonder why he would be having a heart attack?[/b] He gave her a bleak smile. It would be all that wonderful if the dragon disliked him. That being said, he did wonder what the dragon thought of him. Out of curiosity and since the tension between them seemed to of passed, he asked. Your dragon...Osiris. What does he say about me?[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. ughh, no clue OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. my life would suck without you- glee NOTES. um...yeah. this one sort of sucks. >.< CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color][/quote]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 25, 2010 0:08:57 GMT -5
I saw his surprise when I spoke about my father. Did he actually think that every woman liked her father, if so, then he was sadly mistaken. I hated the man more then anything in this blood world, I wished for his death each day and I would not be sad. I might feel some pity for my widowed mother, but something told me she would not mourn for very long. ”For some reason, your father reminds me of a certain knight that broke Arwen's heart just like how you said. Going behind her back and sleeping with other women. That bastard was lucky to even still be alive.” I could only wish that my mother had a brother who would kill for her, but I was mistaken, she had no brother and no sister, she was a only child and I was not going to defend her unless I had to. She had made her own mistake and needed to see that for herself. I was surprised myself that Arwen had allowed someone that close to her heart, but every woman had her weak times and I was doing my best to make this one not mine. I did not want to have a weak moment ever in my life, I always wanted to be strong and I would be as strong as I could be. She was not dating anyone now, which meant she had stayed strong, I had seen too many women return to there men who had betrayed them.
I hated my father and I was not scared to say it. ”I would kill my father myself, but then I would be considered a murder and be wanted, but one day he will be put in the front of the line and I won’t have to worry about him any longer.”
[/color] I was honest about my blasted father, I was not scared to be honest about him, I hated him, each moment of his being, I hated him. I needed to get my mind off of him, but it was hard to do so, now that my mind was revolving around the stupid, arrogant Knight that he was. I was snapped from my thought by Murtagh’s voice and I saw his smile and a light chuckle. ”Indeed. Now, I really can't imagine my life without her.” I could not help but smile, knowing that he loved her very much, I could tell by the way he smiled and his eyes spoke enough about that love. I wish I had someone who loved me as much, who protected me, but I was not so lucky. I had a stupid father, a brother who had abandoned me, and a sister who was still very young. My mother, she loved me, but she was not put her life on the line to keep me alive, she loved me, but she was too girly and too easily persuaded. “Has Arwen told you a lot about Eragon? It's like her favorite subject to talk about. I know why though I don't exactly find it the best reason ever.” I heard him speak dryly for a moment and then thought about it. She had only mentioned him like twice, only asking Pylar about him and if he was still training with the elf Ayra, which he said yes and said that Arya was still trying to train him. If I remembered correctly, she did not like that fact to much and Pylar was not to happy about how she spoke about Arya. ”She has only asked about him like twice to Pylar and Pylar responded that he was training with the elf Arya and she was not too happy about that fact.”[/color] I did not mind speaking about him, I did not know him and there was no one around to really care. The woman had finally quit boring into the back of my head, the feeling of being watched as vanished, but I still felt like I was being watched ever few minutes, as if she was seeing if I was still here with Murtagh. I glanced back at the window, the rain was still coming down hard, but I really was getting bored of this place, though it was only because the woman in here was really getting on my nerves and I wanted to kill her. I knew it was too stormy outside to do anything and Osiris confirmed that by giving me the image of the black sky above and the long stretch of dark clouds to the west. I still could not help but think about my father, he was just always on my mind and now he was on my mind badly. I wanted to go crazy! I did not want this man on my mind and he was here, he would not leave and I hated it. I was lucky that non of my siblings had picked up his personality, we had all been raised by our mother and he was never around to care enough for us. He was like a storm, he came and was gone just as quickly. I wondered what he thought of his father, but I really did not want to ask, I only knew of some things and I knew his father was part of the four who started this stupid war. ”At least she has a mind of her own. That alone, sets her apart from many of the other women in court.” I nodded silently, my mind had gone into a daze and even his voice had not brought me back until a few seconds after it had come. I looked over at him now, letting my eyes touch his own. I was still wondering if Arwen had made the right choice in setting us up like this. It scared me more then a battle, I could not explain it. I felt helpless, I could not attack with the knowledge of my challenger, this was a new battle and it was not fought with weapons of death and I could only hope I did not get hurt. ”Not a problem. I say it to Arwen all the time, actually…” I smiled. I knew that he really loved his sister and he was protective over her. I wish my brother was here to be the same, but I knew it would never happen, not unless I got over to the Varden, but I had a feeling the only way to do such a thing was to kill the king and I could never do that. I knew someone would do it, but it would not be me. I served him, I had made my own oath to him for so long. I knew that one day, it would come and we would all be free, but that day would not be for a very long time. I tried once again to get everything off my mind, to try and relax, but I had become tense slightly from some of the conversation and even though it did not show much in her body, inside, she was running quickly. I had said something about it being very rare to be called pretty or even anything of that manner. ”Really? I actually expected many men telling you that. I supposed that you've already been approached by many suitors.” I smiled slightly at him, could not help but smile at him for a moment and lean back into my seat. Yes, I had many suitors, each time my father had a Knight friend wanting to have some fun with a woman, I was his first thought. ”Yea, I had plenty of men asking for my hand, it is funny how all of them were nothing but stuck up pigs, just like my father… Each were trained by my father and taught… The last thing I want is a Knight trained by my father, or for that matter, a knight at all…”[/color] I said, looking around for just a moment, allowing my eyes to catch the eyes of a woman and her body moving around the corner quickly. I narrowed my own for a moment, I never did like people watching me, but something was wrong and I did not like it one little bit. ”Ah...is that so? I wonder why he would be having a heart attack?” Haha, I could not help but chuckle for a moment and then I looked up, hearing his growling above me in my head before I felt him roll his eyes. He was so easily annoyed and I loved it more then anything in the world. ”Your dragon...Osiris. What does he say about me?” I smiled slightly at a moment, knowing that this was going to shock him and probably not surprise him completely. I let out a smile and then set up slightly, looking up for a moment before looking at Murtagh. ”Honestly? He does not trust you, does not see why I want to get to know you, thinks you will be like all the others who have come to my blasted door step.”[/color] I said, looking at him, my ice blue eyes set on him with perfection before I looked up. Knowing his next question would be why I was not listening to him, so I figured I could go ahead and answer his own question without him asking. ”I guess I see something more then just a normal guy.”[/color] It was the truth. I knew it was the truth, I saw something more in Murtagh then I saw in the rest of this empire scums. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,603 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: Haha, we could have fun with this, cause some form of excitement. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ARWEN REDFERN on Jun 25, 2010 21:53:50 GMT -5
So, she was much like him more than he thought. She had already thought of killing her father, which was a start already. She had also mentioned that she would be a murderer. Perhaps she never thought of secretly doing it, like how she used to assassinate people? She was an assassin and not just a rider. So, instead of dwelling on the subject of her father, he thought of her mother. At least you've got your mother, right?
[/b] He waited for the response that would probably tell him that she loved her mother very much. Most women did, so he had heard. He too, loved his mother until she left him. After that, he wasn't able to love her the way he did before. Rather, he hated her for leaving him for him. In a dry tone, he responded with the roll of his eye. She's always thinking of opportunities to try and meet him again. It's sort of stupid. [/b] his voice turned hard at the end while his grey eyes looked rather annoyed. He had been looking at the table with an annoyed expression on his face, the dislike clearly shown on his face about Arwen liking Eragon more than him. It was probably jealousy, but that didn't quite matter. What mattered was that Eragon would probably kill her if she ever met him again. That was what worried him a lot. Looking back at Nayeli, he then asked in a cool tone. Did your elf, Pylar know Eragon? I suspect Arwen was probably rude towards Pylar since she was speaking about Ayra. I honestly don't know why she hates that elf. I have yet to ask her that.[/b] he shrugged. Even he didn't know really everything about Arwen. He knew that she had met Ayra back in the elven city where she had been spying for the king. He didn't exactly know what happened between them, but Arwen always seemed to dislike Ayra very much. Murtagh followed Nayeli's glance at the window. It was dreadful outside and it seemed to be storming. Great, just what he needed. A summer storm. The bar was quieter than usual and it felt stuffy in there. There were a few people chattering. Murtagh felt quite relieved that people weren't staring at him anymore. That woman wasn't staring at him anymore, thank god. Murtagh scratched the side of his chin, feeling slightly tired. It was getting boring in this bar and he knew Nayeli probably felt the same. With a sigh, he then got up his courage and asked, Did...Arwen push you towards me? I mean, did she keep insisting that you had to spend some 'alone' time with me?[/b] It had been bothering him for a while now. She was one the one who was telling him to go and meet Nayeli. Did she do the same with Nayeli?He shook his head, slightly, his dark hair covered his eyes. Grey eyes looked up towards the cold blue ones and and he cocked his head slightly at what she said next. Really, now? Well, were all knights jerks like that Bradly jerk who broke Arwen's heart? Murtagh gave a small humorless chuckle before looking back down at the table, glaring hard at it. Clearly, knights are all that heroic afterall. All of them are scum, so it would seem.[/b] his voice turned cold and hard. A look of disgust passed his face while refusing to look Nayeli in the eye. He saw a few women that were now glancing over towards him. He ignored them once again before looking back up at Nayeli. The women were staring at them again and it was beginning to annoy him quite a lot. He still hated the fact that women kept on staring at him for some reason. Ever since he was young, women had always tried playing with him. Many of the women would lie to him. Even the children that were girls in the court tried to get him to fall in love with them. It was completely ridiculous and he hated almost every woman in court. That is, until now. Perhaps there was some sort of hope in the court? Perhaps not every single woman in court was always going after him? He doubted greatly that any of the women actually liked him. It was all lust. He knew it was lust for the way they all stared at him. He gave a small shiver, for he remembered the fire in their eyes and the way they stared at him creeped him out. He then listened to her chuckle. Nayeli chuckling was nice. She was smiling and to him, she was even prettier when she smiled. Her bright cold blue orbs looked straight into his eyes as she told him the truth. Murtagh gave a half smirk, as if he knew that the dragon probably hated him. Oh well, he didn't quite care. The dragon would grow to like him if he continued to stay with Nayeli. The dragon would have to get used to having him around like Thorn got used to having Arwen around him. Am I? I don't quite remember being a knight, if you ask me. [/b] he gave a light chuckle before adding, I'm not exactly a womanizer either. I actually don't want a...[/b] he trailed off, then remembering what he was about to say. He wanted to say, a relationship with a woman right now but he stopped himself. Instead, he said, I...believe that women should have respect. If a man is to woo that woman, he should stay true to that particular woman.[/b] he carefully amended. He was about to ask why, but she answered the question for him. He blinked. Oh...[/b] He wasn't really expecting that, but he knew he should of known. Why else would she want to talk to him? He was quite well known throughout all of Alagesia and not just because of his looks, but because of his services for the king. He wondered why she would even want to be friends with a murderer like himself. His eyebrows furrowed and he asked hesitantly with more of a confused look on his handsome face. What's not normal about me? Besides the fact that I'm a rider and all...How am I not the same as the other people who work for the king?[/b] He wanted to know. Sure, he knew a couple of reasons that Arwen had told him, but that was her. He wanted to hear it from another person. Someone not as close to him. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI WORDS. ehh, i dunno OUTFIT. omg. its finally here MUSIC. airplanes- B.O.B ft. Hayely Williams NOTES. can we bring arwen into this so we can have some chaos? if not, let's make some sort of random fight? CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal! [/color]
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Post by Lady Nayeli on Jun 28, 2010 11:14:09 GMT -5
Hmmm… Killing my father sounded nice right now, knowing that he was with his latest mistress and I knew where he had taken her. He would get what he wanted and then I would be left to listen to mother cry into the night until he came home. I loved my mother, I loved her a lot, she put up with more stuff then I could imagine, but she still loved the man so much and even I had no idea why she did. I just tried to get all that out of my mind as I set here with Murtagh, I really did not want to think about that stupid man. ”At least you've got your mother, right?“ I glanced at him, sitting back slightly in my chair as I looked at the drink. I did have my mother, I had my sister too, but that did not mean I had to rely on her. Should I tell him that? Should I tell him that she was more crazy for that man then anything else, that for some bizarre reason she was still madly in love with him. ”Let’s put it this way… I would not rely on my mother for much… I Love her, but for some reason, she is madly in love with that stupid man.”
[/color] I said to him, my voice was cold and dry, truly not very happy, but I had spoken and I wished I could forget about it all completely and just kill the man. He has asked about Arwen and Eragon, which was something I was slightly surprised by, but I did not let it show on my face. I should of guess he would ask about Arwen because of the fact I was always with her. ”She's always thinking of opportunities to try and meet him again. It's sort of stupid.” I shrugged, I would not know about trying to get to my brother, only trying to kill him for many years and now, I really did not care, I knew I wanted to see him again, but I really did not mind at all. I could wait until I was dead before I saw him again, but I was not blazing mad at him anymore, just slightly annoyed because Pylar told me that he came into Empire for the Leader of the Varden. “Did your elf, Pylar know Eragon? I suspect Arwen was probably rude towards Pylar since she was speaking about Ayra. I honestly don't know why she hates that elf. I have yet to ask her that.” I looked at him as he spoke in his cool tone, a tone I actually liked a whole lot, but I did not know why. I had heard some during that conversation, about her leading on Eragon and I was guessing that Eragon was in love with Ayra, but I did not know why. ”I sounded like he knew Eragon… And Ayra mentioned something about leading Eragon on because it was getting her attention… From what Pylar said, it sounded more like she did not want Eragon falling in love with her and Eragon was leading himself on… Pylar and I spoke later that night about it.”[/color] He seemed to have known Ayra for a while, he was really old, which was crazy because he looked young… Very young… The storm was not getting any better and from the images I was getting from Osiris, it was not going to go anywhere anytime soon. I looked up for a moment. ”You go to a place outside the city, where it will be safer for you in this storm, when it dies down, you can come back.”[/color] He did not like the request, it meant leaving me, but I did not mind, I did not want him in this storm and the forest outside the city would give him some cover from the weather. I looked around the quiet bar and let out a breath, thankful it was nearly empty and the only one watching us was that damn woman who was still around the corner and kept hiding each time she looked at Murtagh and saw me look to the window. I was happy she had stopped for the most part, but she was still there somewhere and it was getting on my very last nerve. I had finally taken another drink of the beer before me, relaxing completely, allowing my thoughts to stay away from the girl watching us. ”Did...Arwen push you towards me? I mean, did she keep insisting that you had to spend some 'alone' time with me?” I thought about it for a moment, she had not mentioned another about that to me. I had to think about to the most recent conversations, but nothing came to mind, nothing at all. ”Actually… No, I could tell she wanted to, but she left me alone about it, she did not even mention anything about it to me… Why? Did she do that to you?”[/color] If she did, then I could see why he was still sitting here, I liked it, but I did not want him to be forced to be with me. I saw his grey eyes look into my own ice blue ones and I held them, they were there, they were absolutely wonderful to see, I really liked them, I enjoyed looking into them more then anything right now. He gave a chuckle and I could not help but give a half smile when I took another swig of the beer before me. ”Clearly, knights are all that heroic afterall. All of them are scum, so it would seem.” He had no idea! Sitting in a bar with him with way better then sitting in a bar with that Knight who wanted only one thing and had already gotten the room upstairs for me. I was tired of Knight trying to get me in bed and it was rather annoying. I felt the stairs of others again and then heard someone walked towards us, could hear her feet hitting the ground carefully. ”Can I get you two anything else?” Her voice was not as shaky and it stayed strong, but she did not look at me, she kept her eyes on Murtagh for the most part. I looked at my beer and then slide it over to her. ”You can get me some more of this and if he wants some then get him some, but when you are done, you can return to your corner and keep your damn eyes off the back of my neck.”[/color] She nodded and checked Murtagh’s drink and nearly ran to the back. She had not expected me to say something like that, but I had and I just smiled when I heard her feet hitting the ground so hard. I did not know what life Murtagh had with women, but I could tell he was getting annoyed, I don’t know why, but he just seemed to not like being stared at either, but I did not blame him one little bit. I did not like being looked at for hours and it normally happened if I was with the Soldiers trying to find the ones who thought it would be funny to mess with some minds, but I still had the eyes on the back of my head and I hated it more than anything in the world. I knew that ever Knight in the whole empire wanted me in bed, my father had bragged about how my mother was in bed and how I would be the same, but each time someone got close enough, they would find how ruthless I was and how much I hated them and my father and how I would quickly make them regret there action. I had been wooed by ever Soldier in this city and not a single one had really loved me, they wanted one thing and they wanted it now. I saw his half smirk, a smile that I was getting use too each time he did it. My dragon hated him, which made me realize he was no longer above me, but had taken off at my request, which meant he was too far away to hear my thoughts or anything of that matter. “Am I? I don't quite remember being a knight, if you ask me.” He was right, he was no knight, which made him twice as better then a knight was, at least, in my book. ”I'm not exactly a womanizer either. I actually don't want a...” He stopped talking for a moment and I looked up in time to see our drinks had returned. I took mine from her and she set down Murtagh’s and caught my cold gaze, returning back to her corner and hiding again, but this time, I was sure she was not going to get on my nerves any longer. ”I...believe that women should have respect. If a man is to woo that woman, he should stay true to that particular woman.” I liked his thoughts on people and mostly women. My father needed to met this man and get some pointer, but my father would never listen, he was too much of a Knight to listen to anyone. I saw him blink when I called him normal and smiled slightly at him. He was funny and I liked him when he was funny, even though he did not know he was being funny at all. ”Oh...” He was so much different then others. He might have been a slave to the King, but so was I and at least we could be together, if he wanted to be together. I wanted to find someone who would care for me, but Murtagh seemed to be that only one right now. I was not going to force that on him, I knew better then that. ”What's not normal about me? Besides the fact that I'm a rider and all...How am I not the same as the other people who work for the king?” I looked at him for a moment, taking in a breath for just a moment and then looking out the window. I knew he was not like others, he was not like those men who came and just something I liked. I looked at him again, having found the way I wanted to say these words. ”You are not the Normal guy from the empire… You are not trying to woo me into the bed like ever man in this empire, you are not trying to flirt with ever woman in this bar like all those others did when they brought me out to have fun and you probably don’t have a room upstairs waiting for me to go into… You are not the normal I have seen, you are different and that is why I like you.”[/color] The truth, it was out… I liked him and I did not feel embarrassed by telling him, it was from my heart and not just my mind, which was strange to me… Really strange… I did not talk from my heart, it was hidden away from all to see, but I just had and I hoped it was not a screw up. [/blockquote] Word Count: 1,883 Tagged: Murtagh Comments: Hey, you got her to speak from the heart, you are pretty good Murtagh. Haha! Sorry it took so long, I had to get home from a trip and stuff. [/blockquote][/size]
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