Stormy Weather(Murtagh)

[ARWEN REDFERN]

Love. It was such a funny word. Had Murtagh ever been in love before? Once. That was enough to change him. He really didn't want to ever fall in love ever again. After what happened the last time. He wasn't quite able to understand the feeling for when he felt it, it felt as if his heart wanted to explode. He wondered if others felt this way as well. Then again, the woman that he had loved before broke his heart horribly and only Arwen was able to get him moving again. Though her words weren't...gentle, he managed. When hearing that she still loved her mother even though her own mother continued to love her father without question, Murtagh felt angry and confused. How could someone love another person even though they knew that they were cheating? Murtagh himself couldn't stand for that. So, would that be considered that he no longer loved the woman? Everything felt so messed up for him and Murtagh decided to stop thinking about that. Well, at least he was right on one part. She did love her mother. Though she loved her mother, she had reserve. Murtagh pitied her. No, he felt bad for her. It was as if she had an aunt instead of a mother. Her mother wouldn't fight for her. It was almost as bad as his mother which abandoned him.

I see. Same story sort of went along with my mother, though she did end up leaving in the end to have an affair. At least your mother didn't completely abandon you.

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He was revealing too much of himself and it felt weird. He didn't like talking about himself. He enjoyed talking about others instead of himself. He hated attention. He really hated his past. Murtagh was angry at his family, yet he was glad that he didn't have to deal with the crap that Nayeli seemed to be having. He was happy that his parents were dead. He was glad that he didn't have any family members except for Eragon. He especially loved having a sister that he probably never would have had if he had not met Eragon. He forced himself to look at Nayeli, his grey eyes clouding over a bit, turning a more lighter color. He realized that he respected her in having to deal with the situations that she probably had to deal with all the time. When hearing that Pylar probably knew Eragon, he blinked for a momentarily before frowning slightly. He rose a brow at the Ayra and Eragon little love thing, before letting out a small humorless chuckle.

I always did suspect that Eragon was in love with Ayra. The elf was and is quite pretty...well, beautiful. From the last time I saw her, I'm guessing that she'll probably look the same. I'm not surprised that Eragon fell for her.[/b]He gave a shrug. It wasn't bad that he showed that he knew Eragon. Well, she should know...or maybe not? Murtagh wasn't exactly sure if everyone knew that he did travel with Eragon once. It didn't quite matter anyways. If she asked, he would tell her. There was no harm to telling small stories. While she answered him back, more hesitantly he turned a light pink color. His cheeks felt warm and unfortunately, he wasn't able to stop himself from turning a light shade of pink. It was a pretty stupid question to ask. He glumly thought with a sigh in his mind. He answered back in a more embarrassed tone, Err...I mean...she mentioned it about me and all...she didn't exactly force me though...[/b] he looked away from her, feeling the embarrassment take over him.

Upon hearing a more feminine voice that was not Nayeli, he looked up to see a cute waitress looking at him. Like he was food or something. He avoided eye contact, snubbing her completely. Right now, he did not want someone flirting with him. So, in a cold tone, he answered. I would like some more of this, please.[/b] his voice was curt and polite. He hoped that it wouldn't try and lead her on or something. That would be horrid. He closed his eyes while giving a small sigh. He heard Nayeli's rather strong response and gave a light chuckle, his grey eyes reopening and looking at her. The woman was gone now and he rose a brow at Nayeli. You are ever so kind.[/b] His dry humor returned slightly before smirking at her. She sure was sharp, Murtagh had noticed. When she told him the truth about how she felt for him, he looked up and blinked at her.

She liked him?

How though? Just because he wasn't trying to get her into bed? Was that the reason?

His face began to grow pink again. Slowly though. He really hated blushing.

He found his voice as he slowly said, Ah...I...uhh...see...[/b] he trailed off before he continued in more of a less embarrassed tone. Well, we are both nobles and...err...I'm glad that you like me. I mean, I like you too. I actually thought we would make pretty good friends. Allies, even. I realized that we do have lots in common...well, probably because we are both nobles and all...[/b] his voice was becoming slightly stronger. He wasn't letting her down. He truly thought that she liked him as a friend. What else did she liked him as? She wasn't exactly flirting with him, obviously. She was trying to be a friend. Yes. He found the answer. They were going to be decent, good friends. Perhaps not as close as he was to Arwen, but perhaps close enough. Murtagh frowned slightly at the thought before he spoke aloud,

You know...I always thought that nobles, especially women, went for noble men. Noble men like me, I suppose. Noble women loved to chase after them. They always seemed to find so many different ways to try and get close to other noble men. Usually they start off as friends and then they would probably end up lustful lovers. I mean..[/b] he trailed off. His eyes widened slightly at what he was saying. Was he implying that she was one of them? Crap. Murtagh swore loudly in his mind. He tried to add, That is...what I meant to say was...[/b] he tried to amend the thought he had said aloud. Arwen was going to kill him. He was dead. Murtagh's grey eyes were frantic as he tried to make things right again.

Nayeli, what I mean to have said...[/b] he tried to explain himself, but he knew it was too late.

Murtagh wanted to kiss her to make things better, but he knew better.
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TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI
WORDS. ehh, i dunno
OUTFIT. omg. its finally here
MUSIC. airplanes- B.O.B ft. Hayely Williams
NOTES. duh duh dunnn! it's shorter than your post. ;_;
CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal!

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[Lady Nayeli]

It was funny how I had never found love, that I had never been loved by anyone but my mother, my sister, and maybe… Possibly… My brother, if he even loved me anymore. My father had tried, hoping I would fall for some loser, who knew nothing but the thought of women and running after them. My father was beyond being a pig, he was a damn hog who was too stupid for his own good. He needed to be tied and drug around some before anyone let his ego get the better of him… Oh… Wait… It already had! I could not help but think of myself stabbing him many times, but then I would not only have a man hunt after me, but also the only mother I had would abandon me and disown me. I did not want to be abandoned, the thought made me cringe slightly, though I tried to keep my face emotionless, I was sure that there was some form of emotion.

I don’t know what I felt towards my mother… I loved her, I knew that in my heart that I loved her, but then there was this burning feeling in my stomach every time she looked at my father with the same love she had looked at him with for so long, even though she knew he was a cheater. I was honestly not sure what to think… Should I feel pity on my mother or hatred towards my father for breaking her heart each time he entered that house with a new smell on his collar or each time he pushed her away after coming in from another affair. I wanted to scream, to literally go out in this storm and scream so loud that it made the windows break! I was so mad at my father that I was just ready to go crazy. I was mad at my mother for being such a stupid girl, for still loving a man who was not worthy to be loved. ”I see. Same story sort of went along with my mother, though she did end up leaving in the end to have an affair. At least your mother didn't completely abandon you.“ II looked at him… He had been abandoned, I had heard from many others that his mother did not love him, but how could that be so? I wanted to feel some form of pity on her, but then again, I was not sure if I should.

At least I was getting to know him more, though I could tell he was not use to talking about himself, it was nice to hear a little about him and not just tell him about me or listen to him talk about Arwen. I did not mind talking about other things beside him and myself, it would help with a good friendship, which I really wanted… Though something inside of me wanted more, I did not mind keeping it at a normal friendship. I wished sometimes I could leave my past and never look back, but I could not be like my brother and abandon my sister, if I left she was going to be coming with me as soon as possible. I saw that when he looked at me again, his eyes were lighter and something inside of me seemed to flutter slightly, my heart beat was racing faster in my chest and I would be surprised if he did not hear. Then came the words on Eragon and Ayra, though I did not know them, I had learned enough about them from Pylar. ”I always did suspect that Eragon was in love with Ayra. The elf was and is quite pretty...well, beautiful. From the last time I saw her, I'm guessing that she'll probably look the same. I'm not surprised that Eragon fell for her.” I nodded, knowing that what I had learned, it was true.

”That is what I figured, but from what Pylar says, she keeps trying to push him away from a relationship with him… He said something about her not wanting to be in a relationship at all, that she has pushed away more elves then he has ever seen before, except for one elf and he was killed before she was captured.”

[/color] I said. Pylar and I had literally set down and talked for hours in my room because I could not sleep and asked him to come in. He had even granted to teach me some of the ancient language and how to control it. I was really excited, since I already knew some but I was still not that strong. He had shown me how to make a rock lift from my hand, so that was something I was practicing and each time I practiced it took less energy. At least someone was teaching me more and more, but I still needed to do more.

I was learning a lot each time I spoke to Pylar and each time I spoke with anyone, but what I saw next was Murtagh getting embarrassed again and it was rather funny. ”Err...I mean...she mentioned it about me and all...she didn't exactly force me though...” I smiled at him as he turned away and I could not help but chuckle slightly before I drank some more. However, when the girl came, I gave her a hard look, ready to snap at her. She was really getting on my very last nerve and I was ready to kill her myself. I was getting close to removing my dagger and slicing her pretty little throat, but I had to have some form of control. ”I would like some more of this, please.” His cold tone was rather pleasing to my own ear as she picked up his mug first and then I let my own voice ring out to her. It was rather nice when I heard his lite chuckle and looked at him was a brow raised at me. ”You are ever so kind.” I smiled at his dry humor and set back in my chair.

”Well, I am not only looks, I do have a very sweet and caring side.”[/color] I let my smile sound in my voice before I watched our drinks get placed back down and I took another swig of beer. I told him of what I thought, though I did not mean to sound like I only liked him for the fact he was not like the others who only wanted me for one thing… We had stuff in common, he was nicer then he thought, he was respectful and there was just something about him… His looks were a major plus, but he was just a good guy. I don’t know why I felt this way, what I saw in him, but I saw something wonderful and something I did not want to lose. I was getting wrapped up in it and honestly I was not sure if I wanted to be wrapped up in it. I looked at him for a moment as I saw him blush and could not help but smile before I looked away. ”Ah...I...uhh...see...” I did not mean to embarrass him again, though it was rather cute, I was beginning to feel really bac. ”Well, we are both nobles and...err...I'm glad that you like me. I mean, I like you too. I actually thought we would make pretty good friends. Allies, even. I realized that we do have lots in common...well, probably because we are both nobles and all...” I looked at him, he was having a very large confused moment and he was having a hard time trying to find the right words. I wanted to be his friend, at least for a moment, I did not mind being his friend. I still felt something pulling me towards him, but we had just met and though one day I knew I would want something more, I knew that more was something I did not need, not right now.

”You know...I always thought that nobles, especially women, went for noble men. Noble men like me, I suppose. Noble women loved to chase after them. They always seemed to find so many different ways to try and get close to other noble men. Usually they start off as friends and then they would probably end up lustful lovers. I mean..” What did he just say? Did he just compare me to those things that were called women!? I was getting mad now, I was not a noble woman, I was a woman and I did not like being compared to those stupid idiots. I saw his eyes widen as if he had just realized he had messed up. ”That is...what I meant to say was...” I stood at this point and I looked at him with narrowed, ice blue, hard eyes. I looked at him for a moment and then moved aside, grabbing my cloak and pulling it over my head. ”No, I understand what you mean Murtagh…”[/color] I glanced over my shoulder at the stupid waitress. ”I’m sure you can find more pleasure in her then you will with me… She might be a little more experienced with Noblemen.”[/color] I pulled my hood over my face, hiding my eyes as I went towards the door, the thunder and lightning outside was strong, but I did not care at this point. ”Nayeli, what I mean to have said...” I opened the door, the wind turned everything around, the sound of his voice was gone, only the pelting rain could be heard as I stormed outside in the cold rain. I could not see anything, but that was okay, I was going to get away.

He had really screwed up when he compared me to those whores and wretches that were known as nobles. I was ready to scream, but I moved quickly, my body was already becoming soaked and as I turned down another ally I quickly realized that I had no idea where I was going. Not because I was new here, I had gown up on these streets, but because it was dark and I could barely see. Now I was regretting leaving and it was not a good thing either.
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Tagged: Murtagh
Comments: Ouch... Great Post, now we get to have some action and fun all at the same time. Want to bring in some snobby men too??? Haha!
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[ARWEN REDFERN]

Murtagh was always jealous of Eragon. Just a little bit. Eragon had the sister that he never had. He had people that actually loved him and he was the one who had gotten the dragon before him. The one thing that he was not jealous of was Eragon having to fall in love so easily. Murtagh was smarter than Eragon in that part. He knew that falling in love with an elf was stupid. Especially when they were centuries older than you. Murtagh gave a small half smirk when hearing that Arya had pushed him away. Eragon was an idiot and wouldn't give up sometimes on these sorts of things. Murtagh, on the other hand, knew when to stop. That was the difference between the two brothers. Besides, having Arwen always beside him taught him quite a lot. The girl hardly acknowledged him as a man and during the first two years they shared bathroom together, she would walk into his room while he was half naked. Guess what? She didn't even care. He had been the one embarrassed and had told her to stop walking in on him half naked. She had said that he was a wussy. Could you believe that? Murtagh's pride had been hurt that day and he found that the girl, Arwen, was very different from all of the other women in court. Clearly, she didn't really care about someone's looks.

Ah...poor Eragon.

[/b] he wanted to laugh, but held it in. He did sort of pity his younger brother but he felt that sense of pride that he held. At least he wasn't the one that got rejected. Pity, Eragon. Murtagh almost snorted, but covered it with a low chuckle. Well, I am not only looks, I do have a very sweet and caring side. Murtagh rose a brow before his lips turned into a smirk. Right. She also had a dry sense of humor. Murtagh liked that. Looking at his mug, he didn't bother thanking the other woman. He was almost sure that if he did, she would swoon and probably try and get him into a small conversation. Like the rest of the girls that always were after him. The funny thing was that, whenever he was with Arwen and when the women in court would try and get close to him, Arwen would hug his arm and get even closer to him. It was funny in a way, but slightly annoying. Once, there was a woman who had challenged Arwen and had even had the guts to call her a whore. Arwen, being Arwen, laughed and punched the girl in the face and told her to find another man to woo because “Murtagh doesn't like petty people like you. You're too weak. If someone can defeat me, then I'll think about handing him over. I doubt it though.” he quoted in his mind. Yes, almost every woman in court hated Arwen and she sort of liked it. She found it funny and he found it insane. He hated being played in Arwen's game but he wasn't able to do a single thing about it.

The words had slipped out of his mouth. He wanted to slap himself. It was stupid to say that. Stupid! he could hear his sister screaming in his mind. He watched her get up and coldly tell him that she understood what he was saying. He shook his head and with a look of horror, he watched the waitress get up and try and slowly make her way towards him. Crap. He tried to make a grab for her arm, but missed. She was walking out the door now. Dammit! The waitress was saying something. All he could say was, Leave me alone, woman![/b] his voice turned into a snarl, taking his umbrella and running after Nayeli. He called after her, shouting, Nayeli! Wait![/b] The rain hit his face and he winced. He had dealt with worse before. He needed to tell her. He liked her. He had to make things right again. He ran after her, following her into the alleyways. He knew where he was going but he doubted that she knew. She had stopped and was looking around. Group of men were advancing towards her, grinning disgustingly. His grey eyes grew dark as he listened to their words.

Hey there, pretty lady! Would you care to join us?

Murtagh snarled with anger as he made his way towards them. With a vicious glare, he told them in a low angry tone. Leave her alone, scum. [/b] The men laughed and tried to push him away, but he caught one of their hands and twisted it hard, making the other man howl in pain. A sadistic looking smile appeared on his face as the group of men came at him, attacking him all at once. With a lazy flick of his hand, he shouted, Letta![/b][/i] They all rose and Murtagh smirked. Unsheathing his sword, he whispered with a cruel looking smile on his face.

Thrysta vindr.[/b][/i]

They all were thrown against one of the walls of a building. They tumbled over, a few men began to get up and with a cold gleam in Murtagh's eye, he stabbed the man in the gut. The other man's brown eyes widened as Murtagh stabbed him harder with a cruel smile on his face. A man ran at him wildly with a knife. Swiftly and without even trying, His cold grey eyes flickered towards the man and with a flick of his wrist, he decapitated the man. Blood splattered all over his clothes. He looked as if he went into a battle field. The other men yelled, MURDERER! MURDERER![/i] He looked at them all coldly while they turned and ran away. He didn't even bother running after them. His cold dark grey eyes then looked over at Nayeli.

Sorry you had to see that. [/b] He wiped his bloodied sword on the decapitated man's clothes before sheathing it with a click. His grey eyes flickered towards the umbrella that was now broken. A frown crossed his face as he muttered, She's gonna kill me later...[/b] His entire battle attitude completely turned around as he gave a sigh and began,

Nayeli? I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I really didn't mean that. What I meant was that you were different from all of the women in court. That's why...I sort of like you too...you know...[/b] he ended looking pink again. Damn, he hated dealing with emotions. It was always so...weird. His grey eyes flickered towards her ice blue ones trying to look as...nice as possible. He didn't want to mess up this time, so he stepped closer and added,

I hope you can forgive me for what I said earlier.[/b]
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TAG. THE LOVELY LADY NAYELI
WORDS. ehh, i dunno
OUTFIT. omg. its finally here
MUSIC. if we ever meet again- timberland ft. katy perry
NOTES. i tried. >.<
CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal!

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[Lady Nayeli]

I really did not know why people grew jealous of their siblings, I held not feelings towards my sister, she was pretty and she could talk, while I could fight and was also pretty… I mean, I guess I was pretty, I was too humble and crazy to be considered pretty. But then… There was Turin, who had done the smart thing and left this stupid empire a long time ago… I should of run after my brother, I would not of been in this Empire! But rhen again, I would probably not be a dragon rider right now, I would be a common woman, possible even get high enough to be considered a Assassin in that place. But the looks that came from Murtagh showed he found the words that came from my mouth about Eragon Crazy. I guess I could see why, the boy was running after a elf that really did not seem to like him at all. I could only guess that what Pylar told me was true, it seemed pretty true to me. I saw his smirk and it was something I actually liked… A whole lot! Though I did need to some how control my emotions, I could not help but like that smirk some how. ”Ah...poor Eragon.” I could tell he was trying to hide a laugh that wanted to come out so badly. I did not know much about the three, but from what Arwen had told me, they were all siblings, but I had no idea how they were siblings at all. I saw him raise a brow at me and then saw his own lips make another smirk.

I knew I had a very dry sense of humor also, my mother had told me that, but my mom also said I had a evil sense of humor due to my time out on the battle field. I watched the lady bring our drinks and she left without another word, which I was grateful for. I was tired to telling her to leave us be. The woman was just as bad as the people in court, but I knew I was nothing like them, but I did like Murtagh, did that make me any form like them? I was not throwing myself before him, so it had to be a ’no’. I was nothing like those stupid women, who thought it was a good idea to throw themselves before those men who wanted only one thing. I rolled my eyes at the thought of those men and women who were like that, it really got on my last nerves.

Then his own words graced the air, the words which were making my blood boil as I stood and told him quickly what I thought and even glanced around at the woman who was advancing forward. He had missed my arm and I could hear the woman smiling as she tried to say something to him. I missed his words and felt the rain pelting down on my face. I felt the tears already running, but I was happy that it was raining, it at least watched them away. I was crying! I did not need to cry over anything or anyone! It was a weakness and I could not allow that right now. I did not need to show any form of weakness! I was happy that I was at least keeping most of my emotion in check, Osiris was no where to be found, I was safe… For the most part. ”Nayeli! Wait!” I barely glanced back, but I still glanced back and I turned down the alleyway… I should of stayed on the main path, because I saw those men, they were coming closer towards me and my ice blue eyes grew colder as I pulled my cloak around my shoulders more. I did not need these slim balls around me.

”Hey there, pretty lady! Would you care to join us?” I glared at them as they blocked my way, my dagger already in my hand as I was about to make my own path to get around them. I did not like men like them, they were nothing more then stupid idiots who knew nothing. I heard more foot steps and then I felt some form of fear, I was going to be trapped. ”Leave her alone, scum.” Murtagh? After what he said to me, he was coming after me, after he basically compared me to one of those things that they call women. I watched as they tried to push him away, but I watched as he grabbed a hand and hearing the howl of pain right before I heard the sound of bone snapping.

A broken wrist, Murtagh was good and well trained, but I knew that the strength came from the dragon also. I was not stupid, I had noticed that I had gotten slightly strong, though I could still be easily over powered by men. I watched as a smile came to hiss face, about like it did to mine when I was in the heat of battle. I was in between the men, I felt one hit me before I was shoved into a wall, where I stayed. I watched him flick his wrist, as if it was a common thing, it was so lazy. ”Letta!” I watched as he took his sword from his side and then another smirk seemed to form on his face as he looked at them all. ”Thrysta vindr.” I watched them all hit the wall of a building and even I could not help but laugh slightly. I watched as some came at him, but he was quick, stabbing the man in the gut and I watched as life left the man quickly, Another came at him with a knife, but it did not take more then a second before I saw his head rolling on the floor. I was not one for decapitations, but most women would have gall in their own throats, unlike me.

Murtagh turned slightly, I could see the blood on him now and I felt some had gotten on my cheek, not much, but I could feel the warm liquid there. I watched as the last of the men ran, his voice raised high as he disappeared from the alleyway. ”MURDERER! MURDERER!” I could not help but smile as he rain and then I caught Murtagh’s own eyes, looking at them, my ice blue eyes were cold, but they had soften, I had no idea why they had, but they were softer then before I left.

”Sorry you had to see that.” He was saying for something I was use to seeing, but I knew it was because he did not want to end the night on a bad note. I watched as he cleaned his weapon on the headless man’s clothing and watched as he put it away before checking the broken umbrella that I was sure belong to Arwen. I leaned more against the wall, I was soaked at this point, my hood had fallen, causing my hair was stick to my face slightly. ”She's gonna kill me later...” I could not help but smile at him before he faced me again. ”Nayeli? I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I really didn't mean that. What I meant was that you were different from all of the women in court. That's why...I sort of like you too...you know...” He liked me? He had barely acted like it back there, of course, I can understand why he had to keep his own emotions in check. I looked away for a moment, my hand finally finding the place on my cheek where there was blood and I just rolled my eyes and wiped the blood on the wall with my fingers. I knew most women would be going crazy, but I was not like most women and he had even said that now. ”I hope you can forgive me for what I said earlier.” I looked at him for a moment, knowing that he really wanted to be forgiven… I wanted to forgive him, I wanted to give him a hug and say he was forgiven, but I was keeping my own feelings in check and balance.

”Your forgiven… But remember, I’m not always this merciful or nice.”

[/color] I could not help but smile slightly at him as I spoke. Most men would have been dead right then and there, but something inside of me was not allow such a thing. I felt my stomach fluttering for some unknown reason and I was pulled to not even think about killing him. Was I really allowing emotions to come further towards me? I did not need that weakness but something inside was telling me to forget about that weakness as if it would make me stronger in the end.
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Comments: Perfect! I like where this is going, I really do like where this is going!
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