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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 18:04:52 GMT -5
All he could do was blink as he watched the girl seem to struggle to remember. Did she actually have a name? As she shook her head and finally came out with a reply, all be it timidly at first. Then she would suddenly burst out with a reiteration of her moniker, and he found himself not exactly remembering the name. Not that he expected to. Her demeanor was a bit humorous, though the encounter still felt congenial. As she peered at him with intent, he wondered if she was interested in his own call.
"Well, Morrigan, I'm Fraenir Niflheim. How old are you?"
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 18:20:39 GMT -5
How old is Morrigan? Morrigan's face couldn't help but turn into a red tinge at this question, having an idea of how it'll sound if she gave him her real age! How could he believe that she'll be as 'young' as she really is? She herself doesn't know how she could be this young, yet then again she doesn't really know how old anyone else of her kind would be considering this is the first of her kind she has ever met! Of course, he did somehow seem to be a lot older than she did (possibly because of his nature), but then again she could not really say for sure. "How old...?" she asks rhetorically, trailing off as her age vibrantly pops into her head - as she herself thinks it to be anyways. "One hundred..." she dramatically pauses, her gaze falling to the floor before her eyes shut tight behind her lids. "...And one." |
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 20:53:09 GMT -5
His eyes were intent on the girl, patiently awaiting an answer. He was sure she had to be centuries old, to have survived so long. After her pause, he expected her to even be older than him if she had to recount the years so far back. Her answer, however, served to disappoint him a bit. "Eh, that's it?" he would begin, a slight tone of disappointment in his voice. However, he would quickly shift into a slight smile, hoping to reassure the girl that there was nothing wrong with it. "That's actually a bit mature. Still an adolescent though. I'm a few centuries old, now that i think about it. If you're that young, then might your parents still be around?"
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 21:03:08 GMT -5
Morrigan couldn't bring herself to say anything about her parents and what happened in the past. Her eyes didn't bother opening, perhaps she didn't want the other to see the possible hint of emotion swelling up behind them. Listening to how old the other one is, it somehow brings her relief that the only other one she's ever found of her kind is really an adult! Perhaps he could take her under his wing and protect her, or help her, possibly even point her in the right direction of others! ...Were there even others besides the two of them left in this world? "...Where are the others?" |
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 21:14:22 GMT -5
Her closed eyes were enough for him to understand. While he wasn't to familiar with feeling human emotions, he understood them rather well. He could understand the girl's sadness, too, and he wouldn't press any further with questions now that she was upset. He would reach a hand out and place it on the girl's head gently, affectionately petting her to cheer her up. "Others? Not too sure. I haven't sought them, though. We're proof enough that our breed isn't dead. Even if there are no more quen'katala, at least we have each other."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 21:19:09 GMT -5
The hand on her head is foreign, affection or any other sort of contact foreign to her completely; she didn't know what to do or say but stare up at what she could see of the hand on her head with puppy dog eyes, somehow thinking this all to be somehow familiar deep down. The other's words fall deep into her mind, spiraling around and settling in, allowing her to think about it and what she should say or do next. A hundred odd years have led up to this moment in time, and now that she's found what she is looking for, she isn't sure what to do. There are things swirling inside of her that she cannot put a name on, that she simply cannot understand; it bothers her that she's feeling anything at all, because that's just what tiers are suppose to do. She isn't weak, she isn't like those disgusting creatures or like anything else in this world; she is unique, and so is this male in front of her.
Wait! What happens after the stars disappear behind the light of the sun and this moment in time comes to pass? What's going to happen to the male? Where is he going to go? If he leaves, she'll be all alone again; yet she doesn't know why the other would bother to stick around her to begin with, but she couldn't just lose the one other existence that's like her own so soon! What should she say? What should she do? She just didn't know... |
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 21:35:58 GMT -5
Fraenir raised an eyebrow, noticing the expression on the girl's face. What someone would view has pleasing eyes held a bit of conflict behind them as well, something that someone as insightful as he didn't quite want to see. She was longing, and he could tell. He recognized the look, as it was one he himself once bore. The disgust with feeling anything close to what tier were known to experience. As a quen'thal, all emotion should have been abandoned! But Fraenir had given up on that ideal. He had realized something; that such a mindset was probably what lead to their downfall. He would have to show her that indulging in such emotions wasn't the worst thing to do. For now, he would remove his hand.
"Morrigan, would you like to become mine? I wouldn't feel right leaving you alone after such an encounter."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 21:48:13 GMT -5
Morrigan is silent as the hand on her head is removed; she couldn't help but feel a part of her disappear with it, or something like that. She sat there as she did this entire time, eyes now falling back on the other, staring into him and through him and into the backdrop behind. Silence is something she's come to grown use to, learning to appreciate the ambient noise every part of this earth has to offer; words never really did work well with her, or settle easy, so you can imagine how she would react to the noise that escapes the other's throat.
At the first moment she couldn't respond, nor did she show any reaction; perhaps it is because, at first, she just didn't know what the other is getting at. Slowly though, reflecting on things she's seen and heard in the past observing those barbaric creatures have at one another, the notion slowly became clear and her eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization. Shifty eyes, her fingers tensing up and twisting inward to dig into the dirt in which she's sitting on, she drops her eyes to the floor as her mouth slowly opens - her tongue tracing shapes as it prepares itself to say something, but what that something is it isn't sure of. Words, words were something Morrigan has never been good with.
"...What do you mean?" |
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 22:29:40 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, scratching his cheek with his index finger in wonder as the girl lowered her head. It was almost as if she seemed scared by his proposal. Her words hinted fear to an underlying meaning behind his offer. He smiled coyly, as if her thoughts were just silly to him. "It's simple...," he began, moving to her while her head was down. Despite his docile position, he was still surprisingly agile. "You'll be mine to watch over." From behind he would appear and attempt to gently embrace the girl. From there he would attempt to rest his head on her shoulder while exhaling a warm breath. "Mine to hold."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 2, 2011 22:39:57 GMT -5
It all seems to happen so suddenly, in just a blink of an eye; she wonders if she had somehow passed through time. His voice is much louder in her ear, the heat of his breath and his body radiating all throughout her callous shell; the weight of his arms wrapping around her completely taking all of her breath away. His words were like venom, violently injecting into her body where they slowly begin to consume the very life of her from head to toe. It's strange, being in a situation like this for a first time; she didn't know if it is even possible for her to ever do something like that. Could she even feel anything like that? Perhaps thinking about it like an animal, like one of her kind should, it wouldn't be much to think about; yet somehow, she could not - this just isn't right! Tier thoughts and emotions began to couple with his venom, his age and his mysteriousness, everything about him began to throw up flags in her mind. She wants to not lose sight of him, she wants to hold onto his existence, but to just give herself up to him - she just couldn't do it, no matter how natural it should be!
Morrigan could not admit to herself that the first thing she thought about, through all of that and before the impact, is of her father - the one she's never known. Frozen up like a statue, her whole body slowly lurching forward like a rock about to fall off it's perch, she just couldn't function right now with all this confusion building up inside of her! Nothing would sound right, everything she has to say sounds so tier, everything she wants to do is run - run away from this. This is everything she's wanted, but everything she's wanted is invading in ways she never thought it could! ...Reality can be painful. |
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