RP Log with Jillia [In Progress]
Who: Jillia and Frey
When: Sometime after his fight with Euram and Jillia's return
Where: The beach, sunset!
Warnings: Beware the emo >_> other than that, none for now. :)
Sometimes, he wondered about his life.
Overall it had been pretty nice, especially when he weighed it against what other people had to face daily. He should not have anything to complain about. He had had such an easy life. But that comment of Euram’s… it had hit a little too close to home. Right on the mark, in fact. He’d always known what nobles thought of him back home, and probably half the population as well, but hearing it said to his face was different. The words he’d overheard thousands of times had come pouring back the moment Euram had said it. He’d lashed out, too… which wasn’t something he did. He didn’t like that this made twice lately that he’d acted immaturely.
It was that interaction in particular that had made him seek this place out. The beach always reminded him of home; the sun almost looked how it did when it set at Sol-Falena. Frey had drawn names in the sand: the names of the people who were dead, whether by his hand or not, that he missed and/or regretted. The ones he was staring at in particular were:
Father
Sialeeds
It was only by a miracle that Lyon wasn’t on that list as well. Frey pulled his legs up and held them with his arms, then hid his face from the rather spectacular light of the sunset. He knew he should really talk to someone, it was just hard; had been hard even before Euram said that. He didn’t know why he even was staying here really. Maybe if he went out and learned how to do something besides fight… no, it wouldn’t matter. All he was really good for was marrying off. Like they had said… he was as good as deadwood. Mother loved him, of course, or she would not have tried to make him feel better by sending him on important errands for her.
He wasn’t sure what sparked the memory… but all of a sudden, he remembered his father and mother both with proud expressions. Lym had been very little, then. He had shown them something… what, he couldn’t remember. Though his eyes were watering it was like the tears just wouldn’t come. He missed those times. He missed his father, his aunt… the people that made him feel like he wasn’t worthless. He really should hang around his mother more now that she did not have official Queen duties to attend to… Shoon, too. It wasn't like he did not have people that cared about him. These thoughts were completely illogical... so why wouldn't they stop?
When: Sometime after his fight with Euram and Jillia's return
Where: The beach, sunset!
Warnings: Beware the emo >_> other than that, none for now. :)
Sometimes, he wondered about his life.
Overall it had been pretty nice, especially when he weighed it against what other people had to face daily. He should not have anything to complain about. He had had such an easy life. But that comment of Euram’s… it had hit a little too close to home. Right on the mark, in fact. He’d always known what nobles thought of him back home, and probably half the population as well, but hearing it said to his face was different. The words he’d overheard thousands of times had come pouring back the moment Euram had said it. He’d lashed out, too… which wasn’t something he did. He didn’t like that this made twice lately that he’d acted immaturely.
It was that interaction in particular that had made him seek this place out. The beach always reminded him of home; the sun almost looked how it did when it set at Sol-Falena. Frey had drawn names in the sand: the names of the people who were dead, whether by his hand or not, that he missed and/or regretted. The ones he was staring at in particular were:
Father
Sialeeds
It was only by a miracle that Lyon wasn’t on that list as well. Frey pulled his legs up and held them with his arms, then hid his face from the rather spectacular light of the sunset. He knew he should really talk to someone, it was just hard; had been hard even before Euram said that. He didn’t know why he even was staying here really. Maybe if he went out and learned how to do something besides fight… no, it wouldn’t matter. All he was really good for was marrying off. Like they had said… he was as good as deadwood. Mother loved him, of course, or she would not have tried to make him feel better by sending him on important errands for her.
He wasn’t sure what sparked the memory… but all of a sudden, he remembered his father and mother both with proud expressions. Lym had been very little, then. He had shown them something… what, he couldn’t remember. Though his eyes were watering it was like the tears just wouldn’t come. He missed those times. He missed his father, his aunt… the people that made him feel like he wasn’t worthless. He really should hang around his mother more now that she did not have official Queen duties to attend to… Shoon, too. It wasn't like he did not have people that cared about him. These thoughts were completely illogical... so why wouldn't they stop?