Post by The Watcher on Nov 23, 2006 22:09:05 GMT -5
He held her. Actually put his arms around her small frame and held her close. His arms and his body protected her from the cool winds and she slowly stopped shivering. Her head there on his chest his heart beating gently behind the walls of his ribs. She left her eyes open so she could see him dazzling in the starlight as he was just now.
He began to tell her a bit about her life and she listened intently. She figured he didn't just tell everyone about this and so she wondered silently if maybe there would or could be something more between them. Sacrificing your emotions for the good of your family and your clan was indeed a sacrifice of great maginitude. It must have been hard to turn your heart to utter stone so that you could rule where others had failed before hand.
He paused for a moment to brush some of her deep red hair away from her face and she smiled up at him softly. No she never got a return smile and perhaps one day she would learn to read touches and things as symbols of affection or happiness instead of smiles and frowns. That is if they went that far. She closed her eyes gently as he tucked her hair back and continued. She felt bad for him in a way. Not pity or anything of the sort like that but merely just to live a life without emotion would be hard for her. He asked her about her life and she sighed. It was only a fair exchange.
"I have a question first. Even if you don't show emotion, do you feel it? Can you feel happiness or sadness? Can you fall in love?" she asked softly as her hand came up on his chest and her fingers opened and closed in a fist stroking his chest through the fabric.
After he answered she would start her own story. Her tale wasn't pretty but it probably wasn't the worst you could imagine.
"I was born in Ireland. A very small hill country town that I can no longer remember the name of. Small logged huts dotted the countryside and that, Ethan, is where I was born. You see my parents were great wizards but an assassin was after them because of the dark deeds they had done. Assassinating royalty and political figures in the non magical world as well as the magical one. To say my parents were evil is probably an understatment but they cared for me quite a lot. It was there I grew up running around barefoot through the woods and fields. All was well until I was eight." she said pausing.
"Word of me had spread. You see having such powerful parents did indeed spark early awakening of the dark and black magic inside me. I was a happy girl for the most part but my feelings .. well they are easily hurt. You wouldn't think so just looking at me but I'm more vulnerable then most think and more so than I let on. But continuing. Word had spread of my powers and soon the assassins that had been searching the country got wind of the rumors and came. It was my eighth birthday that day.. the day the door slammed open and two silver arrows were planted in the foreheads of each of my parents. They died over breakfast my only small birthday present still wrapped and held in my hand."
Quickly she reached up and wiped a small tear that had fallen and closed her eyes gently. Her hand resumed it's gentle stroking of Ethan's chest as she began to sum up her story.
"Well you see the assassin was my parents biggest rival. His name was Marcas Defonte. He kidnapped me right there and then taking me back to his place. There I served under him almost as an apprentice but borderline slave at times. You would think with my magic I would escape but I'll tell you why I stayed so long. He had books Ethan, books and scrolls of spells and dark magic techniques you could only dream of. At night I would stay up well into the darkest hours and candle at my bedside and a book or scroll across my lap learning, practicing, and memorizing all the spells and works that I could. I wanted out yes, but I wanted to be free of my own will and free to live my life not being held captive any longer. He taught me the art of seduction when he realized that I was rather pretty instead of a plain sort of girl." she said softly.
"Im trying to learn to tone that down but after ten years it sort of becomes a bit ingrained into your system, so I suppose it comes out more often than not. However, one night after I had read as much as I deemed necessary I used the magics I had learned surprising him in his sleep. Taking revenge for my parents death I killed him. I'm not proud of what I did but I can't take it back now and given the chance again I would do the same I'm sure. It was then I burned the castle he lived in and all the books and scrolls I had memorized because he had enchanted them with curses for if they left the house. So then I had heard him speak of the academy here and applied. My skill was great, so they accepted me as the teacher and thus you see me as I am today. Isis Stone." she said softly
She looked up opening her eyes and she touched his cheek gently with her fingertips her eyes staring into his emotionless depths. She smiled softly. Her past wasn't pretty but it was what it was and she couldn't change it. But she hoped that he wouldn't be turned away from her because of her killing someone or her past as a dark mage. But he had known her element was dark long before they had come here.
"And what is it you think of me, Ethan Yukimaru?" she asked softly and stroked his cheek a bit more.
((OOC: Wow!! Kinda went overboard on the history but I just started typing and then.. yeah so it's long. hehe. Sorry!))
He began to tell her a bit about her life and she listened intently. She figured he didn't just tell everyone about this and so she wondered silently if maybe there would or could be something more between them. Sacrificing your emotions for the good of your family and your clan was indeed a sacrifice of great maginitude. It must have been hard to turn your heart to utter stone so that you could rule where others had failed before hand.
He paused for a moment to brush some of her deep red hair away from her face and she smiled up at him softly. No she never got a return smile and perhaps one day she would learn to read touches and things as symbols of affection or happiness instead of smiles and frowns. That is if they went that far. She closed her eyes gently as he tucked her hair back and continued. She felt bad for him in a way. Not pity or anything of the sort like that but merely just to live a life without emotion would be hard for her. He asked her about her life and she sighed. It was only a fair exchange.
"I have a question first. Even if you don't show emotion, do you feel it? Can you feel happiness or sadness? Can you fall in love?" she asked softly as her hand came up on his chest and her fingers opened and closed in a fist stroking his chest through the fabric.
After he answered she would start her own story. Her tale wasn't pretty but it probably wasn't the worst you could imagine.
"I was born in Ireland. A very small hill country town that I can no longer remember the name of. Small logged huts dotted the countryside and that, Ethan, is where I was born. You see my parents were great wizards but an assassin was after them because of the dark deeds they had done. Assassinating royalty and political figures in the non magical world as well as the magical one. To say my parents were evil is probably an understatment but they cared for me quite a lot. It was there I grew up running around barefoot through the woods and fields. All was well until I was eight." she said pausing.
"Word of me had spread. You see having such powerful parents did indeed spark early awakening of the dark and black magic inside me. I was a happy girl for the most part but my feelings .. well they are easily hurt. You wouldn't think so just looking at me but I'm more vulnerable then most think and more so than I let on. But continuing. Word had spread of my powers and soon the assassins that had been searching the country got wind of the rumors and came. It was my eighth birthday that day.. the day the door slammed open and two silver arrows were planted in the foreheads of each of my parents. They died over breakfast my only small birthday present still wrapped and held in my hand."
Quickly she reached up and wiped a small tear that had fallen and closed her eyes gently. Her hand resumed it's gentle stroking of Ethan's chest as she began to sum up her story.
"Well you see the assassin was my parents biggest rival. His name was Marcas Defonte. He kidnapped me right there and then taking me back to his place. There I served under him almost as an apprentice but borderline slave at times. You would think with my magic I would escape but I'll tell you why I stayed so long. He had books Ethan, books and scrolls of spells and dark magic techniques you could only dream of. At night I would stay up well into the darkest hours and candle at my bedside and a book or scroll across my lap learning, practicing, and memorizing all the spells and works that I could. I wanted out yes, but I wanted to be free of my own will and free to live my life not being held captive any longer. He taught me the art of seduction when he realized that I was rather pretty instead of a plain sort of girl." she said softly.
"Im trying to learn to tone that down but after ten years it sort of becomes a bit ingrained into your system, so I suppose it comes out more often than not. However, one night after I had read as much as I deemed necessary I used the magics I had learned surprising him in his sleep. Taking revenge for my parents death I killed him. I'm not proud of what I did but I can't take it back now and given the chance again I would do the same I'm sure. It was then I burned the castle he lived in and all the books and scrolls I had memorized because he had enchanted them with curses for if they left the house. So then I had heard him speak of the academy here and applied. My skill was great, so they accepted me as the teacher and thus you see me as I am today. Isis Stone." she said softly
She looked up opening her eyes and she touched his cheek gently with her fingertips her eyes staring into his emotionless depths. She smiled softly. Her past wasn't pretty but it was what it was and she couldn't change it. But she hoped that he wouldn't be turned away from her because of her killing someone or her past as a dark mage. But he had known her element was dark long before they had come here.
"And what is it you think of me, Ethan Yukimaru?" she asked softly and stroked his cheek a bit more.
((OOC: Wow!! Kinda went overboard on the history but I just started typing and then.. yeah so it's long. hehe. Sorry!))
