a little PAIN (open)

[ARWEN REDFERN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

During most afternoons, Murtagh spent the time drinking some tea with Arwen, lazing around the castle. On this particular day, the dark haired girl seemed to want to talk a whole lot. Much about the time they were over at the spine and when they had met up with that crazy red haired man and the lovely Nayeli. While sipping the hot liquid and looking up at the sky idly, he partly listened to what the dark haired girl was saying. When Arwen talked a lot, it got boring and annoying easily. His grey eyes lazily looked up at the sky and then back at Arwen, nodding occasionally, a great way to pretend that he was listening. His thoughts lingered on how it would be if they met up with Eragon again. He did miss his brother, but not so much that he would die to see him. His life and Thorn's life was more important than anyone's life. Maybe the exception of Arwen, but his life was more important than hers. It was a fact. He listened in on what Arwen saw saying. Apparently she was saying something about Eragon? He caught some words.

...and then, we made out so much Saphira had to break us apart. He's a really good kisser, you know.

Wait. WHAT?

He spat part of his drink out, looking incredulously at Arwen. She and Eragon...they...kissed?! Arwen rolled her eyes as she snickered. I knew it. You weren't listening to me at all! she accused him with a mocking glare. He glared right back at her as he frowned. So, you really didn't kiss him? The girl paused for a momentarily before smirking with mischievous eyes.

Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. You'll never know. she gave him a innocent smile. He growled and took a swing of his tea. He grimaced when he noticed he had swallowed some of the tea leaves. Also, because it was hot. Arwen looked thoughtful once more as she poked him on the arm. Her blue eyes looked at him with a curious glint in her eye. He grumbled darkly, What? Don't ask anything too stupid. I'm not going to answer. She glared at him before looking up at the blue sky. She let out a sigh while lying back on the grass. It was a perfect day, really. Sunshine. Blue sky. A little bit of clouds. It was a great day being outside.

Have you ever thought what would happen if I stayed with Eragon on that night? If I hadn't gone with you..I would of stayed with him. What would of happened? He stiffened. Why was she talking about the past? She knew that he hated talking about stuff like that. He remained silent. She continued on carelessly while lying on her side, not facing Murtagh. Her blue eyes looked at a piece of grass while softening slightly. If you hadn't forced me to go with you...I would still be there with him. Murtagh whipped around and looked at her figure with a look of pain on his face. Forced her? He did no such thing! They had swore an oath together! An oath that was near unbreakable! It was because of the king that she had not stayed behind. He had only reminded her that when he had taken her back to the Empire.

I wish I stayed.

That did it. He snapped and whirled her around and glared hard at her. You'd rather be with him instead of me? I didn't force you. We swore an oath. Together! He was growling at her. She was getting up slowly, her black wavy hair trailing down her back gently. Her blue eyes looked at him with a confused expression on her face. With a hand, he grabbed the side of her face and drew her close to him. You should be grateful that I even saved you! I could of let you die there. He was ready to kill you too. She tried to get his hand off her face, but he was stronger than her. He gripped her chin hard, forcing her to look up at his cold and angry grey eyes. Arwen's eyes remained defendant and confused. The sea blue eyes showed no fear, but only pain. She quietly then said,

Why did you save me then? Was it just because of the oath? You knew that Eragon was more of a brother than you were. Even though we're not allowed to betray each other...that was not betrayal. he snarled and slapped her across the face. The girl clutched her cheek, her blue eyes now glaring at him. Her cheek was beginning to turn an ugly color of red. Nursing her cheek, she snapped at him, You know you miss him too! You KNEW that I'd miss him more than you! You knew I never wanted to come back to this...hell hole! she shouted angrily through unsheathed tears. She wasn't going to cry. Not now. She was too angry to cry. Murtagh growled with anger, his blood boiling now. All of that loving for nothing? Did she not love him at all? Everything that she had been doing was all a...lie? She cared more for Eragon than him! He laughed with a crazed look on his face. With a face filled with hatred, he snarled at her. You're a little liar, you know that! I can't believe I even trusted you! You'd kill me just to get to Eragon, wouldn't you...you little annoying half elf!

Arwen's face was full of pain and shock. She had never expected him to ever call her that. The pain in her chest exploded and with an angry yell, she went at him with all her might. She didn't want to kill him, but she wanted to hurt him enough to make him tell her that he was sorry. She kicked him hard in the shins and attempted to slap him across the face as well. With a snarl, Murtagh then shouted, LETTA! she rose in the air and struggled against the magic, trying to form a counter attack. All of a sudden, she couldn't breath. Her blue eyes widened as she looked into the angry and hostile eyes of her former friend. He was strangling her. With magic. She tried to speak, but choked.

Can't...breath...LET..ME...GO! she clawed at her throat, trying to get him to loosen his grip or something. When failing, she started to cry, tears ran down her face, while trying other different ways to get him to stop. In a soft tone, she managed out, Thyrsta...vindr... she gasped while looking straight at him. He flew back slightly and she felt the grip released from her throat. She gasped for air and fell down on the ground. Tears dripped down her face as she stared at Murtagh with a look of horror and pain. He was still standing up and looking right back at her with the same emotions on his face. Without another word, he ran off. He could hear Arwen shouting after him, in a weak strained voice. He couldn't face her again. This was the second time he had done this to her. He slowed down as he gripped the castle wall, his hand turning into a fist. She deserved it. He was telling himself.

She didn't deserve it. He knew it. She loved him dearly and he knew that. Emotions were too confusing and all Murtagh wanted to do was to kill. He wanted to kill a thousand men to get rid of those feelings. Arwen was like...his sister. He loved her. So much. To hear her say things like that...it hurt like a knife through his heart. The scar on his back throbbed. He cried out in pain, gripping his back. Slumping against the wall, he made sure he was alone before burying his face into his knees and began to cry softly. If what he had said earlier was true on where Arwen really didn't love him, he really was alone in the world. Only Thorn loved him because he was attached to him. Nobody could love the horrible Murtagh Morzansson. Hell, he didn't even love himself all that much. He dried his tears away quickly, an angry looking glare came upon his face when he heard a a sound. Someone was nearby. With a fierce look on his face, he shouted,

WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF!!

Meanwhile, Arwen was still crumpled down on the grass, her eyes widen in disbelief. He did it again. He had lost control. It was all her fault. Again. She tried to connect her mind with his while chanting, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I...I love you so much. I'm so sorry... her voice was just a whisper. It felt as if she was talking to herself more than anything else. He had shut his mind to her. She could feel another wave of tears go down her cheeks. No! This was his fault! She...Arwen! She wasn't going to apologize like this! Stupid thick-headed Murtagh should be the one apologizing! He was the one who nearly killed her again! She got up and dried her tears, an expression of anger laced her face.

STUPID STUPID MURTAGH! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE APOLOGIZING! STOP BEING SUCH A CRY BABY! YOU'RE THE ONLY FOOL HERE!

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WORDS,, 1579
TAGGED,, openess
OUTFIT,, NOTHING YET.
MUSIC,, TICK TOCK- KE$HA
NOTES,, woahh, arwen and murty have a fight?
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[phrostphyre]

Sounds of a struggle near him had drawn Convel looking, seeing if he could offer help. When he saw Murtagh and Arwen arguing, he had started off, intending on letting them deal with it themselves. When he heard Arwen struggling for breath, he had started back, sword drawn and at the ready. Instead of a nice, quiet, late lunch in the stables like Convel had been seeking, he had found an argument, and most probably a fight. So the invincible Murtagh could cry. Good for him. Thoughts of a nice, silent, lonely lunch beckoned to him, but Convel ignored them. Arwen was a lady, half-elf or not, and she might need aid and succor in this time of need.

"You sir, are a brutish, idiotic, and dastardly son of a cur. Even if ye have nae honor at all, ye never lay a hand a on a female, assassin or not, or using magic or not. That is the lowest of the low, and you do not deserve the title of 'man', let alone Rider. I cannot deign to curse you in the Gaelic, for you would soil the language by having your name spoken in it. I swear tae my god, if ye ever lay a hand on another lady, I shall kill ye, whether or not we are in a duel." A female could lead a clan into battle. It had been done three times in Alban history, and Convel knew that females could defend themselves. But they could not lift a blade five feet long, they could not sail, and they could not sleep in heather in nothing but a wet shirt during winter. That was why men had always been warriors, sailors, and the bread-winner. They were more suited to risking their lives. Convel's sword tip was touching the ground, the hilt held loosely. The basket was steel, and gilded with more steel. When someone was punched with it, it hurt like Hell.

Scowling, the red haired Alban warrior waited for Murtagh's response. It would probably be magical in nature.

[ARWEN REDFERN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

It was the stupid red haired man. Murtagh glared furiously at him. It ended now. With Arwen not even around him to stop the man, he was going to kill him. Murtagh was on the verge of shaking with anger. The red haired man was insulting him like no tomorrow! He remained silent as he glared at the man while the other man spoke. In a cold and furious tone, he snarled. I don't care what you think. Just shut up and leave me the hell alone. his grey eyes turned away from him as he walked away slowly. He still had his sword on him. The heavy sword was always on him. He lifted up his head to hear a female voice scream, STUPID STUPID MURTAGH!...YOU CRYBABY!

[/i] he looked almost offended.

He was NOT a crybaby!

Besides, she should be the one apologizing! Not calling him stupid! She was the one that started it all! Annoying idiot. He felt the urge to go back and hit her again, but he didn't. Not with this...red haired man defending her all of a sudden. Didn't he hate her or something? Murtagh scowled darkly at the thought while walking away from the red haired man. He heard footsteps of someone walking towards him. He turned around to see who it was. Nobody. His brows furrowed slightly while walking back to see who it was. It was her. Arwen. She was panting slightly as she was looking for someone. Her head turned towards he red haired man. Murtagh hid quickly behind a wall, and began to walk away quickly, but far enough not to be seen and to hear their conversation.

Arwen was unhappy. Angry. Upset. To see Convel looking just as angry confused her. Why was he angry about? She blinked at him as she stood up slightly straighter. Afternoon, Convel. Er...you didn't happen to see Murtagh around here, did you? she bit her bottom lip before looking around for any sign of her former best friend. Well, the man she had just had a row with. Giving a sigh, she rubbed the back of her neck and looked back at Convel.

Look, if he said anything... she trailed off looking sad and unhappy. What was she supposed to say? The girl felt overwhelmed and not herself. She missed him already. Her blue eyes looked right at him as she gave another sigh and waited for his reply.
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WORDS,,short
TAGGED,, openess
OUTFIT,, NOTHING YET.
MUSIC,, ALL TO MYSELF- MARIANAS TRENCH
NOTES,, DON'T GET INTO SIBILING FIGHTS?TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION[/quote]

[phrostphyre]

With oats in his hair, and a dripping shirt, Convel looked like he had been doing something involving horses, water, and oats. Indeed, he had missed lunch due to the fact that the son of a noble had left a horse stall open in the stables, letting the horse roam free. This horse had a particular taste for water-bracken, and had been chewing it when a pack of dogs had chased the horse into the pond it was at the edge of. Convel had missed all of lunch, and most late lunches, as well, because coaxing a frightened horse out of water that it doesn't particularly like is sometimes a difficult task. Being dunked, kicked in the stomach, and having his hair nibbled on by the horse had made Convel wish he could take a belt strap to the boy that had started it all by leaving the stall open. Sheathing his sword, he reassured her.

"Nae, I did not see the wee edjit. Ye look like ye could use a bite tae eat, aye? Would ye care for a bit of food with me in the stables? I missed lunch, and that was where I was headed. Ye also need a wee dram, mphm? I dinnae bite. Besides, if the yon wee asshat wants tae attack ye again while I'm with ye, we'll see how far he gets on the end of one of my wee blades." The horse was safely in it's stall in one of the many stables, and the ones where Donas was kept was where Convel had been headed. He preferred the company of his horse than that of the countless nobles, aides, and leeches associated with a Royal Court.

[.::Thorn::.]

Thorn had been watching this from above the courtyard near the stables. Over time the dragon had grown used to Arwen's almost constant presence, in some ways the dragon had grown to like the young girl. She was mostly unobtrusive and was very polite. He did not understand in the slightist why Murtagh had struck her. He lowered himself to the ground near the young woman and the man who was now comforting her. While the man was saying things about his Rider that would commonly enrage the large red dragon he decided that the young man deserved them this time. He looked at the man and inclined his head a bit before turning to Arwen and touching her mind with his.

"I am not sure this will matter but I apoligize for my Rider. I am not very well versed in human relationships but I am going to assume that was a setback." The dragon paused and looked at her for a moment with his large ruby eye. during that time he connected with his Riders mind for a moment. "You had best get back here and aploligize to her! Or you will not enjoy what I will do to you later! Now get back here!" The large dragon snarled into his Riders mind before breaking the connection and returning to Arwens mind. "No matter what he says or does I know that he cares for you Arwen. I know that he does. He did not hurt you too badly did he? I can make him pay later" Thorns expression was as non threatening as he could make it. As much as he disliked sharing his Riders affection he did enjoy the Half-Elfs company. In small doses.

OOC: Sorry for not posting in the other thread Arwen, I could not come up with anything for it. So i thought i would make it up to you here,

[ARWEN REDFERN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

You...You're inviting me to go and eat with you?

Her voice was almost at a whisper as she stared at him. Didn't he hate her or something? Her blue eyes stared at him for a moment before giving him a bright smile. Her thoughts soon forgot about Murtagh as she let her mind think about finally being friends with this man. She had been trying to befriend him ever since prision and she doubted that he even recognized her from the time they had actually first met. With Elle. She looked down at her stomach, which was flat and taunt. Of course, nobody could see it, but she was actually quite full. She winced, thinking about Murtagh again for she had eaten lunch with him earlier. Looking apologetically at Convel, she looked sheepish.

I...I already ate with Murtagh. I'd really love to come..but... she trailed off before she gave a small snicker towards Convel. The man always did like making fun of Murtagh. They were...interesting name for the guy. She rose a brow at the 'asshat' before she gave a small laugh. It's Murtagh, not asshat. You do enjoy resorting to name-calling when it comes down to him, don't you? Her blue eyes softened at Convel as she added, Besides, I don't think he's going to try and do...that again. It's partly my fault anyways... her eyes looked down at the ground, feeling uncomfortable again. She heard the sound of wings. Looking up, she saw Thorn. His great red ruby eyes were looking at her and she was not frightened at all. Instead of looking away, she remained in eye contact with him, her blue eyes softening as she heard his voice. Oh, hey Thorn. Um...you really don't need to apologize for his actions. It's him that needs to do the apologizing. She ended coldly, letting her thoughts wander back to the dark haired man. She wrapped her arms around herself as she then broke eye contact with the great dragon. Hearing his voice in her head again, she looked up and gave him a smile.

Thanks, Thorn. It's alright. I've suffered worse. I mean, this really isn't the..first...time... she trailed off again, realizing what she had said and avoided eye contact with everyone. To be truthful, she felt weak. Weaker than she had been in ages. Exposing herself like this...telling them that it wasn't the first time it had happened...it felt weird. Besides, she was sure that Convel would probably try and find Murtagh to make him have some sort of 'duel'. Her dark lashes lowered, covering her eyes a little bit more as she became suddenly silent. She had forgiven him before and if he said sorry this time again, she would forgive him again. She knew that he did love her. She looked back up at Thorn, a smile slowly appeared on her face. It was pained but she managed one.

Haha, it's fine Thorn. I can still walk, can't I? You don't need to..err...punish him. An apology from him is fine enough.

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Murtagh was growling with anger. The stupid red haired man was calling him names as usual. What was that man's problem anyways? Name calling was for children! Rolling his eyes, he was about to walk away but stopped when he heard his dragon's angry voice in his mind. Grinding his teeth together, he looked up and glared up in the sky. Leave it to Thorn to threaten him. Looking darkly at the scene that was set before him, he realized he really had no choice. He did not want to apologize to her. Alright, maybe he went a little bit overboard with the whole strangling thing and the slapping, but he felt that she deserved it. He was stubborn and he knew it. The girl was ungrateful. Murtagh snarled in his mind, knowing that he was probably going to get angry at her again.

Oh well, he would have to talk to her again anyways later. So, getting out of his hiding spot, he walked over towards the small...group that was there. His grey eyes flickered over towards the surprised blue eyes of Arwen. Rolling his eyes, he gave her a small cold stare as he told her coldly. Sorry I hit you and nearly strangled you earlier. He glared up a the sky as he snapped,

Happy now, Thorn? I apologized.

Meanwhile, Arwen was still staring at Murtagh. She wasn't...scared of him. Rather, she was still slightly upset at him. When he apologized, she glared right back at him, walking up to him, getting closer to him.

That. Was not an apology! Say it like you mean it! she snapped at him, her blue eyes blazing with fire. He took a step back and glared coldly at her as he snapped with back.

What do you want me to say, Arwen?! I said, I'm sorry.

The girl shook her head, her blue eyes snapping at him. She folded her arms and told him, Fine. You're sorry about those two. What about calling me names? Aren't you sorry about that?! You accused me of something I didn't do! she pointed at him. He glared angrily at her, wanting to bare his teeth at the girl. He didn't care if Thorn was angry at him. Alright, so he cared a little bit. His grey eyes looked at her with almost a look of disgust before he said,

Fine. I'm sorry for calling you names. of course, he didn't mean it. Arwen was on the verge of pouncing on him and punching him. Instead of doing that, she walked over and hugged him tightly. He looked angry at first but then, his face softened. The only words Arwen managed out was,

You're so stupid. I should hate you for that....but I'll forgive you this time. she said in his shirt, while she hugged him tightly refusing to let go of him. He made no effort of push her off, for he remained still.

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WORDS,,short
TAGGED,, thorn, phrost, and open
OUTFIT,, CLICK.
MUSIC,, YOUR LOVE IS MY DRUG- KE$HA
NOTES,, DON'T GET INTO SIBILING FIGHTS?TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[phrostphyre]

As the girl questioned him and then answered, Convel shrugged. He could eat alone. He had been doing that since he arrived upon these shores, most of the time.

"Och, dinnae worrit yourself, lassie. I'll manage, I expect. Rollo, get your arse over here and out of that dragon's, before he eats ye!" Rollo, seeing the arrival of Thorn, had decided that now was a good time to go dragon-hunting and was busy trying to gnaw at the Thorn's tail. Growling at Thorn, Rollo retreated, the day having been lost, but there was always another day.

Shaking his head, Convel scowled once more as Murtagh came into view. Red eyebrow met eyebrow, as ocean blue eyes watched as Arwen and the idiot Rider embraced. A disapproving Alban noise made it out of the throat of Convel, sounding like he was clearing his throat of a massive amount of phlegm. The kilted warrior turned to leave. If the bastard did it again, he'd hunt him down, or adopt Arwen into Clan MacTire. There were several ways to protect her in the event it happened again, and Convel wasn't one to dally when there was a job to be done or food to be eaten.

As Rollo and Convel walked off, Rollo growled over his shoulder, and Convel's stomach growled, eliciting a:
"Got a set of pipes hidden in that fur of yours, Rollo me laddie?"

[ARWEN REDFERN]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

You can let go now.

A rustle of clothing could be heard. The boy frowned at her. This was how it always ended. Somehow, she would end up making him stop being angry at her. Was it going to work this time? Murtagh didn't want to fall into the same pattern as last time. She had let go of him. Her blue eyes were looking away from him for they were staring at the man walking away. Convel. He could feel the anger from before come back, for some unknown reason. Arwen now turned back towards him, her eyes looking straight into his grey eyes. He was looking at her with confused and yet annoyed eyes. Yes, he felt bad that he hit her, but he was confused on why she continued to show that she was not angry at him anymore. It was all too...weird for him. She loved him a lot, he could tell. He too, cared for her. At times, they wanted to claw, scratch and pull each others hairs out but in the end, he knew that they loved each other dearly. Why? Well, they were like siblings. Why she had chosen to still love him even though he had hurt her a couple of times now, was still a mystery to him.

Her temper was just as bad as his and they both knew it. Of course, she wasn't as violent in his way, but she was sharp when it came down to fighting. He had threatened her and hurt her before and she still stayed by her side. Many had always scorned at her being a nuisance, an annoying thing, and even a pet! Murtagh found that annoying. She was not following him like a pet! Though, he did admit that she was clingy...he still found her company relaxing. They found things to talk about and it was just so easy to connect. There were things that he still didn't know about her and the same went with her. Murtagh looked at her with a mix of anger and pain written on his face while she stared right back at him with a calm emotionless face. She was the first to break the silence.

Well...I suppose everything is forgiven now, right?

Was it all that simple? Murtagh's brows furrowed. He wanted that question answered. So instead of replying to that, he then asked, Why? She blinked at him. Murtagh knew he made no sense, but he didn't quite care. When she asked, Why what? He snapped, Why are you forgiving me so easily? I hurt you. I've done it before and I've even threatened you before. With your life. he slowly said, his grey eyes turning dark at the thought. She paused for a moment, her blue eyes stared at him. Cocking her head, her dark hair spilled all over her shoulders and she spoke. Because. I love you, that's why. He laughed. Like, as if he had snapped. She blinked for a moment before staring at him again.

What? Why are you laughing? Her voice soft and gentle. Murtagh laughed again, sharp and clearly annoyed. He decided that Arwen was stupid. The girl may be good at fighting, but she trusted people too much. Too easily. Like Eragon. With a sneering tone, he told her. You're so much like him. It's annoying. Arwen, you're really stupid when it comes down to your own saftey. he gave a humorless chuckle. She stared at him before her expression turned into a scowl. He smirked. It was about time she got angry again. Why he wanted her angry, he wasn't sure but it was natural to get angry. He wanted her to go back to being 'natural'. Herself instead of a copy cat of Eragon. Stupid, heroic Eragon. His younger brother. Always the star of the show. Not now. He was going to be himself and he'll be well known. Murtagh hated being in the shadow. He hated being popular just because of his father's name. Morzan's son. Just that. No. He was his own self. People should fear him by the sound of his name. He wanted Arwen to fear him as well. That way, she would always obey him.

On the other hand, Arwen was confused and angry. Was he comparing her to Eragon? What sort of insult was that? Rolling her eyes, she gave a half glare towards Murtagh. Alright, enough with the forgiveness. He just earned himself a smack down. Arwen smiled at him before looking at him with a raised brow. God, Murtagh. You really think that I'm like him? I'm not careful with my life? Of course I'm careful. At least I'm secure unlike you. At least I know that he really LOVES me. Unlike you. Her lifted her chin up to stare at him. He had that look of slight pain in his eyes before they darkened. Arwen smirked once more. He needed to feel pain. She had to do it. Find his weakness and crush him. She continued on, a flurry of words attacking him.

Face it, Murtagh. You're just jealous of Eragon. What? I'm so much like him? Yeah, that's right! I'm actually worth something! I actually have friends I can rely on! Stop sulking because you're just not as good as Eragon. You're pathetic to even compare me to him! So what if he trusts people? Are you saying that we shouldn't ever trust people? Clearly, you just haven't met someone you can trust! she snarled right at him. The pain and anger flared into Murtagh's eyes as he growled at her. Arwen smiled once more, triumphant. Her blue eyes flickered up towards Thorn. He was quiet. Too quiet. Arwen didn't care. Murtagh deserved that. She knew it. Looking back at Murtagh who was on the verge of hitting her again, she added,

I'm not going to leave you, by the way. You can hit me all you want but I'll always be by your side. I don't need an explanation. It's just that simple. I'll always be with you, no matter what. He remained silent as she folded her arms and looked at him with a smirk on her face. Victory was hers. She was not going to be the one who was going to be sad. It was him that should be moping. Murtagh then looked at her with a cold expression on his face. Savage, almost. Insane. He looked angry. Arwen never did want him to ever look at her like that, but he was. He scared her. Yes. He really scared her. Of course, she didn't let him see that she was scared, but her blue eyes showed that she was slightly scared of him. Was he going to kill her this time? No, Thorn wouldn't let him. At least, she hoped so. Murtagh loved her, right? Well, loved her enough that he wouldn't kill her...right?

Murtagh wanted to kill her right there. So many spells were running through his mind. He felt anger and betrayal. She was using his emotions against him. She knew him. Too well. He gripped his sword at his side and was still looking at her coldly. She looked weak. He could kill her in an instant, if he wanted to. I should kill her

[/i], he told himself. He was about to unsheathe his sword to make a slash towards her, but felt a throb of pain in his back. He let go of the hilt, while his face contorted into pain. Arwen looked at him, a sudden worried expression crossed her face. Her blue eyes went wide while she moved towards him. He snarled at her, his anger getting the better of him while he felt his back throb even worse and he was soon down on his knees.

A-Are you alright? Does your back hurt again? Her voice was annoying to his ears. It was too soft for it sounded scared and worried. He hated it. He glared at her, snapping. What does it look like, idiot?! He continued to glare at her as she got closer. He could snap her neck. Right then and there. It would be over in a matter of seconds. He could feel his anger rising up, his urge to kill her rose more. Why was she so compassionate about him? Why did she still love him? Didn't she say earlier that she loved Eragon more than him? He felt her hand on his back. She was lifting his shirt up slightly. He was letting her. He tried to swat her away, but she continued to look at the scar. She had seen it so many times. He shivered when feeling her run a finger down his scar. It felt weird. Alien.

S...Stop it. For that was all he could manage. Arwen looked at him for a moment before tugging down his shirt and placing a kiss on his cheek. With a smile and a pat on his cheek, she knelt down beside him. Are you alright now? He gave a grunt before feeling another throb on his back. Stupid back. Stupid Arwen. Was there any way he could stop loving her so much? With him loving her so, it could cause her harm .Wasn't it just a moment ago that he wanted to kill her? Damn emotions. They were too wild for them. He hated them too.
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WORDS,, 1586
TAGGED,,
OUTFIT,, haii.
MUSIC,, SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
NOTES,, poor murty.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION