Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October Where: Starts in the Keep's Great Hall
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She had debated not going. She hadn't wanted to go. Not while Kloe was alone, unguarded, and most probably lonely. But Alex had gone to such lengths to make this beautiful costume-dress for her, and Aara did not want to let her friends down. She had promised quite a few friends a dance this evening. Besides that, Kloe was off in seclusion anyway, trying to heal the sickness she could spread. Aara didn't quite understand, but she admired her for it. Her hoped with everything in her Sycora could manage to do something.So, hesitantly, heart fluttering like a bird, Aara slowly walks into the Great Hall and looks around with wide-eyed delight. The food looked delicious, and everyone was dressed in ways Aara had never before seen. A smile trembles across her lips, and she walks further into the room. For a moment, she forgets the bright color of her lovely gown. She forgets the angst and worry and agony of the past two weeks
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"We've talked over the journals." He stated. "I was informed by another of what she did."
Her sudden change in tone made him look to the side for a moment before returning his focus to her. This would be a bit weird to explain.
"Yes, I did. An argument that turned sour and I was on receiving end of it." Even he was surprised at how much his 'attacker' managed to dish out. "I don't hold a grudge against what was done though."
...Maybe just a little.
"I'm sorry, those were the first two things that came to mind. I did not mean to offend you." He considered placing a hand on her shoulder, but she looked like she would shrug it off. "...If its any condolence, I'm a bit of an outsider to my kind as well."
He was telling the truth with his last sentence. The other angels were wary of him because of his war history of torture and demon blood.
She listens quietly, body tensed and jaw set, only for the suspicion in her gaze to deplete entirely and with a tired sigh, Aara finally takes the proffered chair, a whispered apology on her lips.
"It was an accident..." She murmured out finally. "Even if Kloe was the reason for the sickness... she never meant for that to happen. That... is something, is it not?" Another sigh. She was tired of fighting. Arguing. It took a lot out of her, and she was still relatively new to such strong emotions.
"I suppose, whatever argument you speak of, it is between the two of you." There were more words on the edge of her tongue, but she didn't know which ones to say, so she remained silent instead.
"I am sorry for my earlier behavior. This place... can show both the best and worst of people fairly quickly." She actually made a slight grimace at that, and he gaze finally lifts to seek his at his last comment.
"You... were an outsider?" Her head tilted to one side, as she tried to comprehend.
"Accidents happen." He replied. "Besides, those who died from it should be glateful they got a second chance."
His words were cold as his gaze turned towards the crowd once more. He was still listening to Aara as she spoke about the secret arguement and her behavior. It didn't take long for him to refocus on her beside him.
"There's no harm in showing some excitement every once in a while. Besides, you are rather stunning." He complimented with a grin. "I thought you would reject my offer to dance."
Noticing her confusion, he chuckled slightly and let his eyes switch to their black state. Making sure that only Aara could see it.
"Eventually, once I was exposed to a certain substance. It was a for an undercover mission and once I was done, my kind refused to take me back."
She stared, eyes wide. "You are right." She hadn't stopped to think what it would mean had her death been truly that--death. Zhaneel had come back. She had come back. She decided to never take a life for granted again. So... why did she not treat her own life that way
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"Four-hundred..." She stared. Did that mean he was really that old? "My people age differently from humans as well. Are you truly that age? You must have experienced a lot in your lifetime."
Tilting her head to one side, she scrutinized him. She didn't know if she believed that. He could probably have as many dances as he wished. She certainly doubted any would turn him down. "You do not seem the kind to be turned down for dances." A tiny smile meets her lips. "Though I am honored to be one of those you will dance with."
"Could have killed you?" Her brows draw together in a frown. She was about to say more when his following words draw her attention. She grinned. "Can you look at me and tell I am something other? That I am angha? Or is it still not working clearly?" A blink, and then: "I am not afraid of you." It was simply said. She hoped it would make him feel more comfortable.
A pause. She considered that.
"Would you? It is a possibility, even if that possibility is very slight?"
"Yes, give or take a bit more time added on to that." He replied. "I'm technically ageless and it depends on my vessel if I want to be young or old."
He nodded in response to her statement about experience, but wouldn't mention it. Since the conversation where he mentioned he was tortured got awkward.
"You never know with strangers." He commented before smirking again. "It was my pleasure."
""Yes, but as you can see, I'm still alive." A brief exhale interrupted his words. "...Normally, I would be able to tell if you were a dragon, but as you said: its not working properly."
He took her comment about not being afraid of him in to consideration. Chuckling a little bit and lowering his head, bringing a hand to rest on the edge of the chair.
"Maybe, but I have it in check." Most of the time. "Unlike someone else I know or I'm exposed to it again."
A hand clenched at Aara's side as she swallowed thickly. She had never thought of that--loving someone who could easily get hurt. Someone who was not angha. Now that she left her Clan, what would she do? A humorless laugh leaves her, despite the fact that Sandrath was so near. She had been right all along. Love wasn't for her. Not this lifetime. She wondered why--if she had known all along--she still felt so sad
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"Surprisingly, but it might not help that when we meet, he's usually in a state of withdrawl." He stated with a deeping frown, he hated discussing about that hybrid.
"Thanks for having some faith in me." He replied. "...I've been told that as well from another, around that time when those pumpkins started talking."
He had no reply for the statement regarding strengths and weaknesses. He retracted his hand from her side and took a few steps away.
Clasping a hand to her chest, Aara clearly looked worried, if not a little guilty.
"Did I say something wrong?"
She couldn't help but think his deep frown and retracted hand meant he was pulling away from her. If he didn't want to speak, that was fine with her. She didn't wish to upset him, however.
She considered that silently, watching him with pale eyes before she finally nodded.
"Okay."
She moved toward him, then pauses, hands twisting in the material of her vibrant dress.
"Shall we attempt to finish that dance?" She smiled up at him, suddenly feeling somewhat nervous for asking. "Or--I could get you something to eat or drink?"
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Her sudden change in tone made him look to the side for a moment before returning his focus to her. This would be a bit weird to explain.
"Yes, I did. An argument that turned sour and I was on receiving end of it." Even he was surprised at how much his 'attacker' managed to dish out. "I don't hold a grudge against what was done though."
...Maybe just a little.
"I'm sorry, those were the first two things that came to mind. I did not mean to offend you." He considered placing a hand on her shoulder, but she looked like she would shrug it off. "...If its any condolence, I'm a bit of an outsider to my kind as well."
He was telling the truth with his last sentence. The other angels were wary of him because of his war history of torture and demon blood.
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"It was an accident..." She murmured out finally. "Even if Kloe was the reason for the sickness... she never meant for that to happen. That... is something, is it not?" Another sigh. She was tired of fighting. Arguing. It took a lot out of her, and she was still relatively new to such strong emotions.
"I suppose, whatever argument you speak of, it is between the two of you." There were more words on the edge of her tongue, but she didn't know which ones to say, so she remained silent instead.
"I am sorry for my earlier behavior. This place... can show both the best and worst of people fairly quickly." She actually made a slight grimace at that, and he gaze finally lifts to seek his at his last comment.
"You... were an outsider?" Her head tilted to one side, as she tried to comprehend.
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His words were cold as his gaze turned towards the crowd once more. He was still listening to Aara as she spoke about the secret arguement and her behavior. It didn't take long for him to refocus on her beside him.
"There's no harm in showing some excitement every once in a while. Besides, you are rather stunning." He complimented with a grin. "I thought you would reject my offer to dance."
Noticing her confusion, he chuckled slightly and let his eyes switch to their black state. Making sure that only Aara could see it.
"Eventually, once I was exposed to a certain substance. It was a for an undercover mission and once I was done, my kind refused to take me back."
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Tilting her head to one side, she scrutinized him. She didn't know if she believed that. He could probably have as many dances as he wished. She certainly doubted any would turn him down. "You do not seem the kind to be turned down for dances." A tiny smile meets her lips. "Though I am honored to be one of those you will dance with."
"Could have killed you?" Her brows draw together in a frown. She was about to say more when his following words draw her attention. She grinned. "Can you look at me and tell I am something other? That I am angha? Or is it still not working clearly?" A blink, and then: "I am not afraid of you." It was simply said. She hoped it would make him feel more comfortable.
A pause. She considered that.
"Would you? It is a possibility, even if that possibility is very slight?"
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He nodded in response to her statement about experience, but wouldn't mention it. Since the conversation where he mentioned he was tortured got awkward.
"You never know with strangers." He commented before smirking again. "It was my pleasure."
""Yes, but as you can see, I'm still alive." A brief exhale interrupted his words. "...Normally, I would be able to tell if you were a dragon, but as you said: its not working properly."
He took her comment about not being afraid of him in to consideration. Chuckling a little bit and lowering his head, bringing a hand to rest on the edge of the chair.
"Maybe, but I have it in check." Most of the time. "Unlike someone else I know or I'm exposed to it again."
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"Thanks for having some faith in me." He replied. "...I've been told that as well from another, around that time when those pumpkins started talking."
He had no reply for the statement regarding strengths and weaknesses. He retracted his hand from her side and took a few steps away.
"Perhaps another time."
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"Did I say something wrong?"
She couldn't help but think his deep frown and retracted hand meant he was pulling away from her. If he didn't want to speak, that was fine with her. She didn't wish to upset him, however.
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"Okay."
She moved toward him, then pauses, hands twisting in the material of her vibrant dress.
"Shall we attempt to finish that dance?" She smiled up at him, suddenly feeling somewhat nervous for asking. "Or--I could get you something to eat or drink?"
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"I don't require food or drink, normally." He informed before winking. "Of course we can finish that dance."
Without any further words, he looped his arm around hers and stood close.
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