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 Severe Deja vu, && Almarean A G A I N
Laurelin
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 01:26 PM


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Everything was familiar, far, far too familiar. Now that she was back, Laurelin had the distinct impression that she had never left. The trees had not changed, except for the fact they were now covered with snow instead of leaves. But it was almost too easy for her to feel at home, to feel comfortable here.

Laurelin was curled up in the dug-out she had made, hallowing out a natural snowbank so nothing would appear out of the ordinary. The snow had been packed hard enough that it wouldn't even give slightly if someone stepped on it. Because of the snow, it would be all too easy to see her footprints if she walked around, so she was stuck until he arrived. The little white room was warmer than outside thanks to her body heat, but it was still cold. Winter. What a horrid, godforsaken time to complete an assignment. She hated it. She hated her assignment, she hated its subject, she hated that fact that she was back in Fynrir, the place she had spent the last two years of her life avoiding. After both Damian and Gaara had broken her heart here, she had no desire to return. Albaeir became her home... her and Taleneira's.

She closed her eyes at the thought of her daughter, wondering what she was doing, wondering if she was enjoying the snow. Never would she have dreamed she would enjoy parenting, yet, she strangely found she did. Of course, there were times when she rather resented it, but all in all, she adored her child and would not trade her for anything. Even if the girl looked exactly like her father.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, Laurelin curled tighter into her cloak, once again cursing the cold. It was miserable not being able to move around, it was hard to keep her limbs warm without being able to stretch them. Her lithe and toned body was covered in warm clothing, she had long since given up on wearing clothes to attract attention, instead switching from that to the practical. Perhaps she could blame that on being a mother. Or perhaps she had just grown up. Either way, her clothes were warmer than anything she would have worn when she was here three years ago. Part of it was because she was thinner, so she became chilled more easily. She had always been thin, but she had recently lost all signs of baby-fat that had remained, her figure becoming more willowy. Yes, she had less of a figure than she had before. But she really didn't care, it wasn't like any men were privileged enough to see it. And she did prefer being muscled to just being thin.

Her mind drifting again, she rubbed her arms ruefully. She was becoming more and more grateful for her clothes, though she couldn't help but wonder what he would think when he saw her. What she was wearing was so unlike what she had worn last time she had done this. Her black leggings were tucked into her boots, which were the softest black leather and were lined with black fur, the boots reaching up to her knees. A black tunic was over the leggings, reaching to just above her knees. The cut of it was unique, it was shoulderless with long sleeves and thick straps on top of her shoulders. The sleeves were bound with black leather cording, making them skin tight to her arms. Over the tunic was a black corset, made of soft leather, it was not made to bind her but to move freely with her body. Around said corset was a black leather belt of various knives, poisoned ones. Laying next to her was a bow and a quiver of arrows, further showing how very serious she was. The heavy cloak that was wrapped around her was made of heavy, yet flexible black material that was lined with fur. When she stood it reached only slightly beyond the ground, so it drug behind her slightly, erasing any footprints she did happen to make. The hood covered her face slightly, shadowing it, it was also fur lined. Her hair hung down her back, reaching toward her knees in a thick and very intricate braid that looked incredibly elvish in origin. In fact, it was elvish, as her mother had taught her the design. Stray strands of hair hung around her face, helping to hide the long scar that marred the left side of her face from her temple to her chin. Her skin was dark, thanks to a tan that she had recently acquired, and her black eyes were lined heavily with kohl.

Never would she have dreamed that all this would be happening. Never would she had dreamed that she would actually be sitting here, looking like this, just waiting for her prince to appear. Her prince. Resisting the urge to sneer, Laurelin peeked out of her small viewing window she had made, looking toward the castle. She couldn't believe she was actually sitting at the special place by the waterfall that he had shown her. Somehow it seemed like more of a betrayal than what she was planning on doing.

It hadn't been her idea for the guild to reassign her to this, but they reasoned that she would be better than anyone. After all, she knew him better than any of the other albae did, a fact she was beginning more and more to regret. Coming back here like this had stirred up thousands of memories, ones she was not prepared to deal with. With them also came questions, ones she refused to admit existed.

Sighing softly, Laurelin whispered under her breath, knowing that no one was anywhere near her position. She had been watching constantly, and she could hear the faintest footstep because of the way her temporary haven was built.

"C'mon Almarean... where are you..."


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Wylla
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 05:03 PM


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It was freezing. Litereally freezing. Almarean's horse trudged along through the snow, making soft crunching sounds every time a hoof hit the ground. Steams of hot air blew from the Horse's nostrils at it shook it's head impatiently. It had been cooped up for weeks and wanted to run. Unfortunately for the horse, his master was not really in the mood for a good run at the moment. Almarean sat atop his horse, his back rigid. He was obviously distressed.

Almarean loved being a prince, that much is true, but dealing with his diplomatic duties was a strain. He needed to get away. He had also been bound to the castle for weeks dealing with foreign policies and affairs. He silently cursed all albs underneath his breath, steam slipping from his lips into the cold air. He looked up at his familiar path. He used to come this way often. Whenever he got the chance really, but he now found that it's comfort had lessened, and he regretted that he had ever shown it to anyone else. Especially to Laurelin.

Laurelin. That name. Her face still haunted him at night. The woman who had stolen him away from Anie and brought his life to a crashing halt. He shuddered at the thought. Heaven help her if they ever met again, for years of pain and resentment had been building up since they had parted. Almarean never forgot her. She still influenced his life greatly, reminding him that people are not always what they seem. In fact, just this thought had saved his life many times since then.

Almarean tilted his head up, and his hood fell back. The sunlight that escaped the veil of clouds glinted off of his dark blonde hair as he ran a hand through it, shaking it out of it's unnaturally combed state. Pieces of hair fell into his deep green eyes, flashes of annoyance showing in them as he brushed the pieces away from his vision as he was now so accustomed to doing. The sunlight warmed his face the slightest bit and he stretched his neck, trying to get rid of the tight knots that had formed that week. His thoughts ventured back to Laurelin. He wondered where she was and what she looked like. Just thoughts of her put him on alert. Ever since she had failed, more and more albs had been trying to get to him. He smiled ruefully to himself. They saw him as a threat. As they should. He thought triumphantly. His hand instinctly went inside his cloak, grasping the handle of his sword. He felt quite annoyed that he could not reach his bow, as it was covered by his heavy dark grey cloak, lined with warm rabbit fur on the inside. Even though Almarean was rathere immune to cold weather now, he still dressed warmly despite it. He wore long black leather riding boots, also with fur on the inside. His thick brown pants were made of wool, as was his dark green tunic. He looked like a commoner, in all honesty, had it not been for the princely air around him.

His horse shook it's head and whinnied, bringing Almarean back to the present. He realized that he had reached his waterfall haven, but the waterfall was under a thick layer of ice, so it did not have the same calming affect. The horse stomped it's hooves and reared up a little. Almarean tried to calm him down from his saddle, but it was hopeless. After years of owning this steed, Almarean knew what this meant. They were not alone. Almarean dismounted quickly and threw his cloak off. He silently drew his sword. He thought of the three cyranic arrows in his quiver. They were poisoned, though not for death, but for temporary paralyzing whatever living thing they pierced. He looked around warily, listening with his accute ears for any kind of sound.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 05:44 PM


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Laurelin tensed and then relaxed as he came into view. At last! She had only been waiting three days! Resiting the urge to smirk, she watched him practically leap off his horse, drawing his sword and throwing his cloak to the side. Oh, so he knew he was not alone, did he? The fool, he should have ridden away as soon as he determined that.

Rising from her position, Laurelin moved silently to the opening of her small hideaway, crawling on her hands and knees. Once she reached it, she grabbed her bow and an arrow, fitting it to the string. She didn't draw it back, not yet. Continuing to move cautiously, Laurelin slipped out of the opening and slowly stood, walking up behind him. She took only a step however, knowing he would hear the telltale crunch of the snow beneath her boots. Drawing back the arrow, she didn't even wait for him to acknowledge her presence.

"Hello Almarean. It seems life has been treating you well."

Her tone was cold and calculating, showing clearly her reasons for being there. Not that he wouldn't figure it out as soon as he turned around. The hood of her cloak was up, covering and shadowing her face in mystery, but she had no doubt over the fact that he would recognize her voice. It did hold more of an albae accent than it had last time he had seen her, mainly because of the past two years she had spent exclusively speaking Albish. It felt strange and foreign to switch back to the tongue of Fynrir.

As she stood there, she seemed to drink him in, realizing anew just how well she did know him. Or at least, knew his body. The planes of his muscles were almost achingly familiar to her, the way his hair was cut, the color... she could remember how it felt between her fingers, could remember how firm his muscles were beneath her hands. The sudden wondering of why she had left him filled her. No, she was no longer romantically inclined toward him, far, far from that. But there was the sentimental value that he presented. Not that that would make her hesitate if he gave her cause to shoot him. His life no longer held any value to her, any feelings she had once had for him were long since faded. However, for a brief moment, she couldn't help but play with the idea of what her life would be like if he were Taleneira's father, instead of Damian. Chances were the girl would still look the same, the two men had remarkably similar coloring. The thought was quickly shoved away and buried however. Almarean was her assignment. She was here to bring him back to Albaeir, dead or alive. There was no difference to the guild this time. He meant nothing to her, nothing except a past fantasy that would never again exist. Except in her regret and wonderings. Not that she ever really let herself think about it, the subject was almost too painful. Still, she did often wonder why he hadn't fought for her. He had promised to, had said he would never let her go. Instead he had willingly let her walk into the arms of another man, one that he readily admitted he neither liked nor trusted. But what could be gained by questioning things? Nothing! Truly nothing! For there was no way to ever know, no way to ever find out.

Resolve filling her even more, Laurelin pulled back tightly on the string, obviously showing that she was more than ready to let the arrow fly. Nothing showed on her face, it was completely and totally blank, not that one could really tell, it was so shadowed from her cloak.


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Wylla
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 06:25 PM


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Almarean wondered why he had not simply turned his horse and ran when he dismounted. Because this is my kingdom. This is my home. I will not run from a fight here. I am not a coward. The thoughts flitted through his mind, and in doing so, filled him with malice. How dare they come here. How did they even know about this place? And then the footstep. He whirled around, sword ready....and then the voice. The voice he knew so well. The voice that filled his head when he was alone. It was so familiar.

A sneer crept onto his face. "Laurelin." Her name tasted strange on his lips. It had been a long time since he had spoken it. He could not see her face, but he wondered if she looked as beautiful as she had the last time he had seen her...The day flashed through his mind. How he saw her in the arms of another man. How she had chosen the human half breed over himself. And he, only wanting her eternal happiness, had left her there. Had not interefered against his better judgement. And here she was, ready to kill him. All over again. It seemed so strange to be here yet again. His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. "Using arrows now, are we? How cowardice. I see the guild has taken control of your life again. Why else would you seek me out after all these years. What happened to your lover?" His voice dripped with uncharacteristic disdain.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 06:34 PM


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He hated her. She supposed she really shouldn't have been surprised, but nothing had prepared her for the look on his face, in his eyes. The tone of his voice cut through her only slightly less deeply than his words.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Laurelin stood still, not even flinching against the harshness of his gaze. So he wanted to call her a coward, did he? So he wanted to mock her, to taunt her. Taunt her to what end? Her temper was short, she really did wonder how long it would take before she snapped. He was pushing too hard, even though she was beginning to suspect that he had only started.

"Call it cowardice if you like, but I thought it wiser than attempting to coral you with a knife. After all, it is easy to see who is stronger out of the two of us. I am many things, but a fool is not one of them, Almarean. Not anymore. The guild does not control me, no one will ever control me again. Especially not a man." She clenched her jaw, wondering just how much to tell him. "As for my lover, you will be pleased to know that he left me for another woman. A whore of a barmaid. I don't doubt you are thrilled to hear that, after all, isn't it only right that I was hurt in the exact same why I hurt you? It would be so like you to delight in the fact."

Hard, cold, and insulting. Three years before such words never would have dreamed of exiting her lips. But if she was going to tell him something, she wasn't going to give it to him. She would repay him for his questioning, for his mocking.


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Wylla
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 06:49 PM


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Almarean circled her with his sword pointed at her. She had changed. That much was obvious. She did not carry herself with the same audacity that she had before. He kept walking around her in a wide arc. He could not find it in himself to stand still. He was too on edge now. He had spent the last three years fighting against arrows and swords. He knew that if he stayed far enough away, that he could block the arrow should she try to shoot it at him. His reflexes had grown only faster with his age and strenuous practice.

Almarean did not feel sorry for her. He could not. He refused to let himself. Wise is an interesting word really. It would have been wisest for you to just stay away. He scoffed at her next words. Oh, Not controlled by anyone? Surely it is not your wish to be here. If the guild does not control you, then why are you here? Surely you did not think to recapture my heart with an arrow? He responded lastly to the part about Damian. His words filled with spite, for he knew about the cavortings of Damian Telemnar. He had left better woman than you. Just look at who he left for you. What made you think you would be any different?"

Almarean had surprised himself, but it did not show on his face. He had imagined them meeting again many times. Hundreds, thousands even, yet it had never gone like this in his imagination. She had come hurt, bleeding, beaten by the guild, longing to escape. Wanting protection, security...he had readily given it to her. Now she came to shoot him? He mentally shook his head. stop. She is an assassin. She must be killed.... Killed...that word. he never thought he would say that about Laurelin, yet the thought of moratally wounding her seemed proper. It seemed just. However, he was not sure he would be able to do it. He had dreamed of her demise at his hands as often as her homecoming...yet he was not sure he could find it in himself to do it in reality. How fickle emotions and motivations were when taken into the true scope of things.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 08:57 PM


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Laurelin moved with him, rotating slowly in order to follow his movements. She didn't trust him enough to let him out of her sight, for all she knew he would run. Or stab his sword through her unguarded back.

She truly didn't like how he was carrying himself. His confidence seemed overwhelming, the look in his eyes was equally so. She was not sure what she had expected, but it wasn't this. Perhaps she had thought it would be like the last time, where he had practically surrendered himself into her care. Maybe she had thought it would be a more cheerful reunion. Like what she was doing could ever make him cheerful.

His words were like a dagger, causing her breath to catch, although it was not noticeable under her cloak. She wasn't sure what hurt more, the fact that he had just said that, or the fact that she knew it was true. It took a great deal of self-control to calm herself and formulate a biting reply, but she managed it, barely.

"Wisest for me to stay away? Why? Are you going to kill me Almarean? Even for all the hate in your eyes, I doubt you hate me that much. You couldn't kill me, you couldn't injure me. And you know it." She laughed dryly, a sneer contorting her features. "What if it was my wish, Almarean? What then? You just lost your playing card, for I truly did wish to come here. I wanted this assignment. I wanted to see the look on your face when I walked back into your life. I wanted to see if pain was there, or if it was love. I have no goals to recapture your heart, love, I in no way desire it. And if Wylla was such a wonderful girl, why didn't you just marry her? I remember you said you were involved at one time. Yet you wasted your time on me, just as Damian did. And look where it got you."

She hated him. His words were making any compassion she might have felt flee from her. Inside she was trembling, trembling with hate, with fury, with the ridiculous desire to slap him. None of that showed on her calm exterior however, she was an emotionless mask of calm and control.


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Wylla
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 09:07 PM


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((my gosh I love this already.))

Almarean maintained his distance from her. Never once did he think about running, though he wished to drive his blade through her black heart, he did not advance. He merely circled her, the look in his eyes haunting and cold. Colder than the ice that surrounded them.

Almarean knew what she had been expecting. She had expected him to surrendur as he had done so easily last time. However, that had been years ago, and he thought her foolish to believe that he would go without a fight this time. If they did fight, would he hurt her? Despite his desires, could he truly bring himself to inflict harm on her? her words made him think. He did not like the answers he found in himself.

"If it truly is your desire to be here, you are even more foolish than I thought. Simply to look into my eyes. I knew I had a hold on you those many years ago, but that you would risk your life to merely look at me? Surely you are not that stupid, Laurelin, unless these past few years have had a devastating effect on your sanity." He addressed the 'wylla situation' next. "And as for Miss Someris, we were involved for a very short amount of time. We are very close friends however, and she fell in love with someone else and was happily married. However, her husband died a few months ago. I'm sure you are not sorry for her loss." Almarean sneered at her even more. His words were cold and held strong tones of hatred and contempt. He pondered pulling out his bow and shooting her with one of his cyranic arrows. He knew he would not miss. He had not missed in years, and he did not intend to begin now.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 6 2007, 09:19 PM


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[[me too!!]]

So he found her foolish, did he? She was far from foolish. Laurelin could easily spot the times in her life when she had been foolish, this was not one of them. Although, he could hardly know that. Instead it seemed to her that he was the one being foolish, thinking that just his words could wound her. Words no longer affected her, or so she told herself. Men could say they loved her and she would look upon them without compassion or feeling. People harshly declared that they hated her, she killed them heartlessly. She wouldn't let words, wouldn't let their meaning, affect her. At least not outwardly. But in her room, at night, when she was alone and all of Rune's inn was asleep, she would cry and she would regret all the words she should never have spoken, all the feelings she never should have had, never should have acted upon. Yes, she had her daughter, but she had more shattered pieces of her heart than any man could ever put back together. Putting your full trust in someone was foolish, she had never done it since Gaara.

"You think I came solely to look into your eyes?! Idiot! Do not flatter yourself so! I came to take your head to Albaeir, I was not instructed upon whether or not it was still to be attached to your body. As for my sanity, I have never fully had it." A cold laugh echoed her words. "My sanity has never been completely intact, or I never would have fallen in love with you. And regarding Wylla, I do indeed sympathize with her. In fact, you may be interested to know that I told Damian not to leave her, his breaking her heart was never my desire. However, the fool rushed forward and did it anyway. And I couldn't think of a reason to refuse his affections after that." She paused, thinking, trying to think of what she could say that would wound him the most. "What about you? Have you moved on? Will I be robbing the wedding bed of some unfortunate elf who had the ill luck to catch your eye? Are you married Almarean? Or for all your attempt at hatred are you just as taken with me as you were before? And you didn't answer my question. You couldn't kill me, could you? The brave, calm, strong, noble prince can't bring himself to kill an alb, his greatest enemy. How ironic, love."


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Posted: Oct 7 2007, 05:12 AM


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Almarean gritted his teeth together. Had she been this infuriating before? He didn't think so. Then again, he had tried to block out all the memories he had of her. Of course, it was to no avail, but we can't blame him for not trying, can we?

"I'm not flattering myself, is it not what you said? That you wished to see my face to judge me as in pain or love? I'm sorry, My darling, but you will only find anger and malice. His eyes clouded as he again thought of Wylla. Of the pain she had gone through...pain she had not deserved. She had nearly given everything to that jerk and he had thrown it all away. "Regarding Wylla, you were an idiot to interfere with a perfectly fine relationship. You should have known he was going to leave her! She wouldn't sleep with him after two days. You would. He was a man, what were you expecting? Almarean looked at her incredulously. He reasoned it to be something she should have known all along. And even though I believe my romantic life is none of your business whatsoever, I feel you should know that the last woman that shared my bed was, in fact, the woman who stands before me. The woman who wants to take my head back to albaeir, be it dead or alive. You were the last woman I slept with, Laurelin. I have neither wife nor girlfriend. I am completely unattached to anything but my kingdom. Therefore, you would only be robbing a kingdom of their prince. He sighed, knowing that she would never give up on this one question until he answered.

And no, I couldn't kill you. So far, you have given me no reason to, and unlike those of your race, I do not needlessly take the lives of other people. Be they albs or humans, elves or duergers. And please, do not fool yourself, Laurelin. This is not out of some action of my 'undying love' for you. I just do not enjoy killing. However, you must know that if you do attack me I will readily fight you until one of us loses. And may I point out, that you are not full blooded Alb. I knew your mother, Laurelin. She lived in my kingdom long before you were even a thought. I am over two hundred years old. She was a very loyal subject until she was stolen away by your father. You are half elf. You are not tied to the race of your father. You could easily choose. You chose last time, it seems you have changed your mind. Half of you may be my greatest enemy, terrorizing my kingdom. Yet the other half of you is my ally, a part of my people. And in case you forgot, I slept with you. We are essentially one person, Laurelin. In killing you, I would kill apart of myself. I refuse to kill you."


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 7 2007, 05:33 PM


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She hated him. But she couldn't find the strength to react to his words. Her eyes had grown hard the whole time he spoke, but the moment he mentioned her mother they widened and became vulnerable. Any mention of Legalien sent Laurelin reeling, it was the one part of her that she had never been able to completely seal out. Her mother was an open wound, one that had never healed no matter how she tried. Part of it was because she knew her mother wouldn't approve of her, wouldn't like what she did, how she acted. Her mother had been a lady, had been everything that was perfect and right. So opposite Laurelin.

"Don't you dare bring her up! I am not my mother, I can't pretend to be! I was never raised to be an elf, I was raised to be this! To say otherwise is a lie! You don't know what you are talking about Almarean. You have no idea, so it is better for you to just be silent. Whether or not you will kill me is of little consequence! I still have no problems with taking your life, and know this. I am not going back to Albaeir without you." Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Laurelin calmed slightly, her voice becoming more under control and not so raw. "My main purpose for seeing your face was to see if you had moved on or not, to see if I still had a hold over you. While that was definitely a curiosity, it was not the main reason I chose the assignment. And yes, I admit I maybe was a fool, maybe I shouldn't have interfered with Damian! I never asked him to do that though, I never asked him for anything! I never even would have seen him again if I had not been sent to kill him! And I would have gone through with it if he hadn't found out! All he ever did was leave me, as much as I loved him, I never truly wanted a deep relationship with him! But when he offered it, how could I have refused Almarean!? How could you have refused me if I had offered it to you!? If I had come here, not with an arrow, but with words of pleading and sorrow, would you truly have turned me away? After all, like you said, I have slept with you. I have given you my entire self, save my heart. You know every curve of my body, just as I know every inch of yours." She slowly started advancing toward him, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. The bowstring grew tighter as she pulled it back, showing she was more than ready to fire. "Anger and malice darling? I don't believe you could hate me. As much as you say I mean nothing to you, you are unwilling to kill me. One person? Perhaps. But would that not also imply that you are connected to me, whether you wish to be or not? I would assume then that you could not feel hate toward me, unless you hate me for that connection. For then you would also be hating yourself."

One person... it was an idea she had never entertained before. Never before had she felt connected to a man just after sleeping with him. She never had thought of it, had never felt as close to someone as those words implied. Was she truly one person with Almarean? The thought didn't totally repulse her. Instead it mystified her, making her wonder what exactly it would be like to accept such a relationship. Just him saying it made it sound wonderful, even if his words were not kind. Curiosity was filling her, making her wonder what it would be like if she did indeed belong to him as much as he belonged to her. Not that she would ever explore such an option. It was too dangerous. No man would ever come near her again, unless it was an assignment. No, she wouldn't, couldn't, even consider such a thing. He was playing with her mind, distracting her, throwing out ideas that she had never thought of. Oh, how she hated him.


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Posted: Oct 7 2007, 06:20 PM


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Almarean stepped back, clearly knowing that he was on the defensive here. He knew what he would have to do if she came full force at him. He would have to pull out a cyranic arrow to paralyze her. He would have to leave her in the snow to die slowly, though without feeling.

"I know you are not your mother, Laurelin, but do not deny the fact that you are half elven. I do not care what you were raised as. Years ago when we danced for the first time, you were an elf. Beautiful and pure, and an amazing dancer. Yes, I remember that day vividly. It was the day you stole my heart." Almarean was digging into to deep memories. Tearing open closed wounds. He was allowing himself to think, to remember. If he could just get through to her...

You will find, Laurelin, that you have no hold on me. I think of you very little now, though I must say you have helped me in ways you cannot even imagine. Saved my life countless times by things I learned from you. In fact...if it had not been for you, I would already be dead, and you would not be here. Isn't that ironic? Almarean actually looked...amused as he said this. It was Strange that he could smile in her presense, yet he did it all the same. He laughed about Damian. You never wanted a true relationship with him? Then I regret leaving you in his arms. I regret not fighting for your love, however I was only concerned with your happiness at the time and did not wish to interfere in the matter. I was only thinking of you, Laurelin. You know for a fact that I would not have turned you away. I promised to take care of, and even if you attack me I will stand by that promise I made so long ago, for I do not take my word lightly, and I gave you my word. Though I do not think I know every curve of your body anymore. It is clear that you have changed, though I cannot see your face properly. You are far too thin, nearly unhealthy looking. Your clothes are much more modest and practical. Your hair does not hang loose at your shoulders anymore, begging to have fingers run through it. As he described her a look of near longing almost threatened to emerge in his eyes. He had missed her. That much was true. He did not know what was going to happen, but he knew that no matter what, he would not let her die. Even if he had to take her back to his castle, risking everything...she would not die while he was alive to prevent it.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 7 2007, 06:45 PM


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The words he used to describe her the day that they met caught her off guard. Had he truly thought of her as such? Perhaps they should have had this conversation long ago, she was learning things, learning him, like she hadn't the first time they had met.

It seemed so ridiculously long ago. Why was she even back? Why was he even still in her memory? She had slept with many men, only a few of which she could remember. Her body was not hers, it belonged to guild. As much as she said otherwise, she wasn't her own. Yes, she had a higher standing than she had when she first met him, and she was able to basically pick and choose her assignments, but she still had very little control. She would never admit that to herself however, she couldn't.

Laurelin watched him closely as she continued to walk slowly toward him, her bow raising further. She was gaging him for a reaction, testing him. The look in his eyes when he talked of her struck her as odd, she couldn't read it. All she knew was that whatever it was, he was barely keeping it concealed, hence the reason she could only faintly make it out. Could it be that for all his words, he actually still cared for her? However little? The thought made her pause, she had never actually considered the possibility. Well, she had, but it was different, thinking about it when they were apart and then thinking about it when they were together.

"Glad I could be of service, love." She taunted "It was a pleasure to help save your life. After all, surely you deserved something from our relationship. And your promises are worthless to me. You promised to fight for me, to never let another man have me. I wonder what would have happened if you had followed that, if you had not left me in Damian's arms. I wish you had not. If you had taken a stand, had even tried, chances were I would have chosen you. All I ever wanted was a man who was strong, who wasn't afraid to tell me what to do. I wanted a firm hand, wanted someone that wouldn't be afraid to take control of me, to actually force me to do things. It was what I was raised to want, it is what I still want. But no man will ever get the chance. Because you left me in his arms, Almarean, I am a woman scorned. No man wishes for me, no man wants to even consider loving me. Why? Because when I discovered Damian in the arms of that wench, I was on my way to tell him I was pregnant. Ironic love? You have no idea what ironic is! What was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life turned into a nightmare. You have no idea what I have been through, have no idea how many times my heart has been broken. You alone could have saved me from all that, yet you did not. Do you like knowing that you are what made me this way Almarean? Does that thrill you? You have shaped me as much as any man, maybe even more so. Your promises are worthless. What did you expect? To find me the exact same way that I was three years ago? I don't dress the way I used to, I don't want a man to want me. I don't let my hair down because I miss the way your fingers moved through it. Damian hardly ever touched my hair, do you think it is because I miss him that I bind it back? I can't eat Almarean. I can't sleep, I can't love. I am nothing but what you made me. And I despise your promises."

The more she had thought about it, the more she had realized it was true. She knew that not only did she hate him, she made sure that no man would ever want her again. It had changed the way she dressed, changed the way she did her hair, changed her entire appearance, practically her personality. She was so different, and when she tried to figure out why, she traced all of it back to him. That was her reason for hating him. She didn't hate him for being an elf, she hated him for breaking his promise, just as so many other men had. He was no different, and that was why she hated him. Nothing more, nothing less.


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Posted: Oct 7 2007, 07:11 PM


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As laurelin advanced, Almarean kept retreating, though he did not do it as a coward. He kept his face to her, kept an equal distance between them. He did not trust her as he once had. The look of longing left his eyes. He now looked on her with pity. Sympathy. How could he feel this way about her? He argued against himself. Do not care for her. It isn't right. Do not sympathize, she doesn't deserve it. She chose that path. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. he kept repeating these things over and over to himself as she spoke. He listened intently to her every word. A look of shock passed over his face when she mentioned that she had been pregnant. how she blamed him for her life being the way it was. Blaming him for how she dressed, how she did her hair, how she acted. Would things have truly been that different if she had stayed? If he had fought? Who is to say she wouldn't leave him again as she had left him the first time? These thoughts raced through his head at a blinding pace as she spoke. It was a few moments before he addressed her again.

"My promises are no more worthless than yours are. You said you loved me. You promised to stay with me. To come back...I trusted you! I believed you! Do you truly believe that I was not also influenced by our relationship? Do you wonder why I fight against albs with such a passion? Why I train so hard so that I may live to tell the tale of my survival? For glory? Honor? No. I do it because I remember the things you told me. How frightened you were of the guild...that they would find you. Punish you. Hurt you. I couldn't stand the thought of that, Laurelin. I don't want my people to go through that either." He began to seethe with anger. "How dare you blame me of all people for what you are like today! YOU LEFT ME, Laurelin! I was not going to force you to be with me. It was your choice. And I did fight with Damian, but you had run off somewhere! You came back and leapt right into his arms. I am not responsible for your actions, laurelin. You chose him. You have lived with the consequences of your actions. I wished you happiness. I am sorry that your heart was broken." Despite their circumstances, Almarean's voice rung with truth and compassion for her. And also, sympathy for himself. But he had moved on...or at least, that is what he told himself.


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Laurelin
Posted: Oct 7 2007, 07:25 PM


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Oh, but how very good he was at turning the tables. How dare he even suggest that it was all her fault! All anyone had done was leave her! And hadn't he said that whatever she wanted to do was fine? Hadn't he suggested that she was free to go if she wished? Yes, he had said he would miss her, but he had also said he would do nothing to keep her with him. He had hardly protested, had done nothing at all to keep her at his castle. He made it sound as if he had been the victim, though she had to admit that she knew in a way he had been. As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, she knew she had done the exact same thing to him that Damian had done to her. But at least she had fought it. At least she had tried. What had he done? Whimpered that he thought she loved him? How pathetic an attempt.

"I didn't ask you to fight with Damian! I asked you to fight with me! I wanted you to convince me, to somehow make me change my mind! I hate that I didn't! I hate that you hardly even tried! Your attempts were pathetic! Yes, I knew I had loved you! Yes, maybe I knew that part of me still did! After all, as you said, we are one." She continued to advance, her eyes growing deadly. "Unfortunately I do not hold the same high standard for life that you do. Stop moving Almarean. Or I will shoot."

She was tired of messing around, she wanted to get this over with. Laurelin was beginning to grow anxious, what if someone came after him? This was taking too long.... she had to stop him, had to get this over with. Her aim moved from his body to his leg, she was more than prepared to shoot him if he did not listen to her or obey her bidding.

Perhaps not all of what she said had been true... she did wear her hair down, she did still wear the same clothing she had before. The nature of this mission had prompted much of her dress. Inside she knew she was still the same, if she dug deep enough. But she thought nothing of lying to him, thought nothing of taking his life. Or so she told herself. It was no different than anyone else's life. He was a man. A person. There were more, it wasn't like he was the last one. Just because she had known him made no difference. She thought...


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