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Post by Puck on Jun 12, 2014 16:07:16 GMT -6
It was dark. It was always dark inside the prison in which Puck sat. He didn’t even have the energy to float around, which was something he was quite fond of. He just sat alone in his dark glass prison. His knees were pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Every wall reflected a dark silhouette of the Faerie Prince inside.
He didn't like when things got too dark in his mirror, or else he’d start thinking. Thinking of the memories he wanted to forget more than anything. His father’s anger was the most prominent memory during these times. Especially when he slept. For that reason, Puck stopped sleeping. This put a lot of stress on his physique. He could see his ruffled appearance and the bags under his eyes from every angle.
But he still would not sleep. While in his human form, he needed to sleep. But he would not let himself.Whenever he fell into the state between awake and asleep, he would stand up and pace the floor. It was even worse during that limbo between awake and asleep, where dreams seemed to mix with reality. He didn't want to see the tragic memories of one day gone wrong.
“I’m tired…” Puck said aloud. “I’m so tired of this place..” He lifted his chin from his knees and stared straight ahead. That’s when he was the face. It was back again. He stood up, his toes floating a few centimeters from the floor. He glided forwards and placed his palms against the glass.
“Hello…” He said to the face. His words echoed around loudly. “Is this your mirror?” It had never occurred to him before that this mirror might belong to someone. He waited anxiously for a response, or for any sign that they could even see him at all.
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jun 15, 2014 14:58:58 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 347 ]
MOOD [ FREAKED OUT ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Cabaret soundtrack ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ N/A ] | Ev had just come home from a nice day of doing absolutely fuck all.
At least, fuck all anything important. She had gone out to a bar. She had flirted a bit with anyone who'd give her the time of day. She'd made herself look completely human and walked through a beautiful little park, and though some other fae had given her funny looks for bothering with glaumour as an elf, she hadn't been accosted or bothered by anyone. It had been a relatively nice day, really. But she was more than ready to sit down on her couch and enjoy a nice evening of Judge Judy and Big Brother reruns, and maybe a couple of murder mystery shows on ID.
Ev's house was a modest little thing, two stories and three bedrooms. She hadn't needed the extra bedrooms with all the company she didn't have, but she had used one to store her swords and guns, and she kind of liked knowing she had an extra bedroom, though she could never tell you why. Her kitchen was large and spacious with an island bar and a well-stocked fridge.
Instead of grabbing dinner from the kitchen, however, Ev climbed up the stairs to her room to change into something more comfortable. She pulled her clothes off, only managing to get her baggy pajama pants on before the ornate mirror in the corner of the room caught her eye.
The elf had bought the old thing about a week ago at a tiny antique store wedged between a bar and a strip club on Bourbon Street. The place was run by a witch with one permanently dilated pupil, and when Ev had expressed interest in the mirror, the woman had chuckled almost knowingly and greatly undercharged for it. Ev wasn't one to say no to a deal, so she'd taken it home.
It was an item of... curiosity, for her. There was something magical about it, but being an elf, she wasn't magically inclined enough to know what that was. Sometimes, she almost felt like the thing was watching her. The elf frowned, taking a step closer, letting her giant ears pin back as she mulled the object's existence. She covered her chest with her arm, not knowing what compelled her to do so since she was completely alone, but just feeling like it was something she needed to do.
“Gods above, what are you...”
“Is this your mirror?”
The voice was tiny, barely there, and mostly inside her own head, but it was enough for Ev to scramble back, letting out a cry of surprise. “Holy shit!”
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Post by Puck on Jun 15, 2014 16:26:09 GMT -6
Imprisoned (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ I'VE GONE FOR TOO LONG LIVING LIKE I'M NOT ALIVE SO I'M GONNA START OVER tonight
| Puck jumped back slightly as the person in mirror swore loudly. They locked eyes.
“Hey, so you can see me!”
Puck tried to keep his excitement down so as not to frighten the person away. He wanted to say something else. Something to explain why he was in here. But he also wanted to ask how she found him. Maybe she was here to guard him and make sure he did not try to escape. How would he, though? The mirror was completely unbreakable from the inside. He was positive that only an outside source could break it. He could not ask the person to release him in case she really was a guard. He needed to asses the situation carefully and think before acting. He was not used to either of these.
He stared ahead, past the girl, and took in the surroundings behind her. He could not make out a lot of it. It was almost as if looking through the glass made him nearsighted. He looked closer; a bed...dresser...closet. All ordinary things. Perhaps this was just an ordinary person. Even if not, he had to act quickly. He may not get this chance again. If he lost this chance, he would just go back to spending eternity trying to escape the memories and thoughts of the most horrific experience of his life. Surely his father did not want him to suffer in this prison forever. Perhaps finding his own way out was the challenge Oberon intended. He needed to act now.
“I need you to bust me out of here.” he said.
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jun 15, 2014 22:20:31 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 391 ]
MOOD [ in slight shock ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Dead Girls by Voltaire ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ N/A ] | Ev couldn't stop herself from shaking in her shock. She had known something was weird with the mirror, but she hadn't expected faeries, so she hadn't prepared herself for them. Quickly, the scrambled to her dresser, throwing on a tank top to cover the rest of her body.
“Hey, so you can see me!”
“I... Hear you, actually, mostly. Really, you're just kind of... a blur, in the mirror.” The elf swallowed, hard, looking back towards it. Now that she was really looking, she could see. Past the reflection, there was a slight discoloration in the shape of a man. No actual features were visible, but she judged by the voice that the person was, indeed, male. She just hoped she wasn't accidentally misgendering anyone.
Ev hesitated, then stepped close again, leaning close to peer into the mirror. Her pink eyes scanned back forth, her ears pinned back again, and her head tilted.
“Faeries,” she muttered, with a hint of distaste. “How did you end up in there, anyway? I mean, like, who did you piss off? Some faerie's always cursing someone or other. I'm pretty sure you don't just accidentally end up in a mirror.”
God, what if whoever it was got pissed with her, once she set him free? She didn't want to have to deal with that shit. Her life was complicated enough, and she'd sworn off contact with the fae realm and any inhabitants of it that didn't come to her first. She didn't want to get saddled with a curse just because she was trying to be a decent person.
She decided to voice this.
“If I break you out, I'm not gonna get the raw end of the deal, am I? I'm not gonna get trapped in there instead? I'm not gonna get cursed with like, warts, or anything else, right?” The elf chewed her lip. “I know how faeries can get, I lived with them half my life.”
She wouldn't say it out loud, she never would, but Ev knew she would feel like shit if she didn't let him out. It had to be lonely inside a mirror, didn't it? And he'd been in there at least a week, probably longer, and--
“...shit, I've had this thing in here a week. Have you fucking watched me undress?”
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Post by Puck on Jun 16, 2014 16:14:59 GMT -6
“I have not been watching you change.” Puck said quickly. “Before now, I hardly ever saw you.”
He guessed that the reason that person cared so much about that sort of thing, was that they were female. Of course, assuming someone’s gender was never a good idea. He would definitely ask them about it once he was free.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He pressed his forehead to the cool glass and tried to think of the best way to answer her questions.
“I didn’t wind up in here on accident. My father put me in here…” Puck said. “And he put me in here because…” He wanted to lie. Right now he wanted to lie more than he could ever remember wanting it before. But he could not. “He put me in here because I did something bad.” he said truthfully. He hoped she wouldn’t ask what it was. He didn’t want to be forced to retell the worst memory he possesed.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head. He wanted to gain her trust, and looking into her eyes would be an easy way to do this, however, it was too blurry and dark.
“Honestly, I don’t know what will happened to either of us if you break me out.” he told her. “I’m guessing that I’ll finally be able to go home…and you can have your mirror back.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
“And You say you’ve lived with faeries most of your life and you know how they can get, then you know I’m being honest with you. If you break me out you’ll have one less faerie to deal with.” He said. “as for seven years of bad luck...you don’t really believe in that, do you?”
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jun 16, 2014 22:53:47 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 488 ]
MOOD [ sympathetic ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Pas de Cheval by P!atD ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ haha this got long ] | Oh, gods.
Oh, gods above, they shouldn't have said that.
Immediately, despite her best efforts not to, Ev felt sympathy for the poor creature trapped within the mirror. In that moment, there was a small spark of connection, the tiniest bit of knowledge of his situation. She knew what it was like, being cruelly punished by your own father. She even knew what it was like to deserve the punishment in question, despite how painful it might be. Her shoulders still held those burnt-in brands that marked her crime, covered with powerful magic so that only she could feel the cracked, blackened flesh beneath the glamour. No amount of salve ever soothed their pain completely. Ev could remember the desert sun beating down on her, the weeks of scrounging for water and food in a wasteland before mercy was shown to her and the most beautiful shades of green began to sprout from the ground. Her heart still ached for the twin she'd been separated from. Her left eye was lost to her forever... All of this, from the hand of her father. She knew what that was like.
There was still conflict within her; it was just more tumultuous, now. On the one hand, anything could happen, once that mirror was cracked open. It could seal her inside. The fae within it could turn on her. She really could be cursed with seven years of bad luck; that seemed like something some angry faerie would drop on whoever dared to free their prisoner, even if the prisoner was their son. But on the other hand... she felt for him. Her heart down right ached for the fae inside. She didn't want them to go through any more turmoil.
God damn, she was a fucking sap.
“Just... Stay there.” Ev said, knowing full well that they couldn't go anywhere, even if they wanted to.
The elf pushed her way out of the room, going downstairs and then out the door to her garage. She grabbed the biggest hammer she had out of her toolbox before making her way back upstairs.
Ev hefted the hammer in her hand, testing its weight the way one would test the weight of a sword. She analyzed the mirror, then took her stance, keeping herself aimed at the direct center.
“Step back, if you can. I don't know if you can get hurt in there, but I don't think you wanna risk it.” Ev shuddered, letting out a heavy sigh. “I've got a feeling I'm going to regret doing this, y'know.”
She swung, and with one hit, the mirror she had thought was so beautiful when she'd found it shattered completely. Glass covered her bedroom floor; only the wood backing of the mirror remained. Ev could feel the magic release as the glass broke, but for a moment the room was deadly silent, deathly still.
“Did... did it work?”
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Post by Puck on Jun 17, 2014 18:40:38 GMT -6
Just...Stay there. She told him.
Puck could see the blurry shape of the girl walk out, leaving the room. He was alone again. It was like all of that had never happened. Had he imagined it all? No. He listened carefully for the sound of her return but heard only his own heartbeat thundering in his chest. He could hear the blood whooshing in his ears.
He rocked back and forth anxiously on his heals. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps and saw the blurred figure enter the room again. She seemed to be carrying something.
Step back, if you can. I don't know if you can get hurt in there, but I don't think you wanna risk it.
Puck immediately scrambled backwards. It’d never occurred to him that breaking the mirror might hurt him. What if breaking the mirror killed whoever had been trapped inside? Surely Oberon wouldn’t be that cruel.
He stepped back until his back hit the glass wall in the rear. He was too far back to see the figure of the girl now. It was silent and hear could hear his heartbeat again. He heard the sound of her grunting and then a loud shatter.
Every panel around his cracked in unison. Each panel split and then shattered. The glass seemed to fall around him in a shower. He threw his hands up to shield his face from the debris. He suddenly seemed to lose his balance. He fell back and landed on the girl’s bedroom floor. His eyes flew open and...he just laid there. The air out here seemed fresher, not stagnant like inside that prison. He felt like he could breathe for the first time in ages. Everything was still and silent.
Did... did it work? She asked. He had almost forgotten she was there.
“Yes…” he whispered. “It did.”
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jun 17, 2014 23:40:58 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 413 ]
MOOD [ helpful ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Thank You for the Venom by My Chemical Romance ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ N/A ] | The elf hesitated for a long, long moment, waiting to see if anything would happen to her. But... nothing seemed to. She was not sucked into some cruel glass prison in his place. She didn't feel any different, so maybe no curse, but she couldn't be really sure of that until bad stuff did or did not start happening to her. She was safe, and nothing had changed. She thought.
As soon as she was relatively sure of her safety, Ev went to the man's side, kneeling down next to him. He looked bedraggled and worn, like he hadn't eaten or slept in years – or maybe more like all he'd had to do was sleep, she didn't know. No sleep and too much sleep often looked exactly the same. Still, he was a handsome thing, she had to admit that much. With his angular face and his blonde hair, he had a sort of a tired charm to him. Ev reached out, gently touching the man's hair...
...and then she remembered herself, and pulled her hand back.
Even though he was now out, she still felt obligated to help him. If he'd been trapped in there a while, she was sure he'd want water, and food, and maybe a couple glasses of faerie wine. Gingerly, she slipped an arm under and around him, scooping him up and pulling him to his feet. She leaned all of his weight on her so he wouldn't have to put much effort into anything.
“C'mon,” she said, walking her new charge out her bedroom door and towards the kitchens. “Let's get you something to eat. How long have you been in there, do you know? You must be half-starved...” Ev gave the man a small, sympathetic smile, pricking one ear up.
She pulled out a kitchen chair and set him down gently in it, going to pull something to throw together out of her fridge. She'd been planning on making a meal, anyway; it wouldn't be hard making one for two. After mulling over the contents of the refrigerator, she grabbed out a package of beef and a container of tomato sauce. The elf then went to her cabinet and picked up a package of noodles. Spaghetti was easy to make, at least.
“What can I call you?” If she remembered correctly and if the rules hadn't changed, it was considered impolite by fae to ask directly for a name. “I'm Ev.”
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Post by Puck on Jun 18, 2014 20:22:20 GMT -6
One second his was lying on the ground, trying to breathe, and the next she was pulling him up to his feet. Puck was in a dream-like state as the girl pulled him into the kitchen. He was vaguely aware that she had said something about food. He hadn’t really thought about it during his time in the mirror, but he hadn’t eaten in a very long time. At least his father had the courtesy to make it impossible for him to starve to death.
He immediately thought of all he had been missing. His favorite foods, yes...and faerie wine. He suppressed a yawn as he remembered he also hadn’t slept for a long time either.
“I must look terrible.” he mumbled to himself.
He studied his reflection in the silver face of the napkin holder. Looking at his reflection again made him realize how sick he was of seeing it. Sure, he knew he was good looking, but seeing the same image day in and day out was tiring.
As the girl moved around in the kitchen, Puck laid his head down on the table. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could sleep without nightmares.
“What can I call you?” He heard the girl ask. “I'm Ev.”
He was aware that she was trying to be polite. Just before falling asleep he answered her.
“Prince Puck.” he told her. “Actually, just Puck if you want.”
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jun 21, 2014 2:20:11 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 415 ]
MOOD [ caring ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Promise to the Moon by Jason Weebly ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ ev just wanna help ] | “Prince Puck. Actually, just Puck if you want.”
Ev couldn't help it. She froze in her tracks, nearly dropping the bread she had just grabbed up. Prince. Prince. Prince. This was the prince. Not just any prince – Titania and Oberon had spawned way too many of those – but the prince. The crowned prince, the Heir Apparent, the lost prince. And Ev had found him. In her mirror. She was about to ask him to repeat that, just to be sure she'd heard right, but he had already fallen asleep, and she felt too much pity for him to wake him up just because she was having a minor conniption fit.
She just focused on the dinner, to try and keep her mind off of this new and way too startling fact. The elf put a big pot on the stove, filled it with water, then filled with water with the noodles. She put the tomato sauce in a sauce pan and warmed it on the eye next to the spaghetti pot, then picked up the meat again, beginning to make meatballs with it.
The Heir Apparent had been missing for a couple of centuries. If she was remembering right, since before she was even born. Often, there had been rumors circling the Elven capital about his whereabouts, but none of them had ever held any water and they'd often faded out as soon as they'd started.
Ev almost forgot to stir the noodles. She cursed herself for that, did it, then began to cook the meatballs. She put the garlic bread she'd made in the oven while she waited for those to brown.
So she'd found him, then, in some old mirror she'd gotten for exactly $0 in an antique shop in New Orleans, Louisiana. That seemed... well, unlikely was a very mild way of putting it. “Like fate” was a pretentious way of putting it. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal, regular old life. It was downright unnerving.
She cooked her food, put it on two separate plates once it was prepared, and then very gently, very quietly, put the plates on the table, one right in front of her house guest. She then went and got down a bottle of faerie wine and two wineglasses, pouring out a generous amount. One of the glasses, again, was placed in front of her guest.
Ev gently shook Puck's shoulder. “Hey, dude,” she murmured, softly. “Dinner time. I got booze.”
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Post by Puck on Jun 24, 2014 20:18:57 GMT -6
During the time that he was trapped, Puck didn’t like to sleep. His dreams were usually horrid recaps of memories he never wanted to relive. But now, as he laid with his head down on Ev’s table, he felt himself drifting into a more peaceful sleep than he was used to.
He was flying across the grass. He could hear the sound of the ocean in the distance. He recognized this place. It was one of his favorite places to go when he spent time with humans, particularly one human.
“Wait up, you know I’m not as fast as you…” called the voice of a young woman.
Puck turned around to see his beautiful fiance. He lazily floated on his back and watched her walk up the hill behind him. She was carrying the basket containing their lunch, but that wasn’t all she was carrying. Looking at her, you could tell she would be expecting in only a few months.
“I can carry that for you.” Puck told her. “I know you…” she said with a glint in her eye. “You’d just play some trick...like fill the basket with snakes.” “Who me?” Puck asked innocently. “I would never…”
His fiance giggled and stopped walking. She looked around. Puck stopped floating forward and merely hovered as he watched her set the basket down.
“I think this is a good spot.” she said. “Alrighty, well let’s eat. I’m starving.” Puck said as he floated down and sat next to her on the grass.
As they ate their lunch, they laughed and talked happily. Afterwards, they laid back and enjoyed the good weather. “Let’s play a game.” Puck said finally. “Okay…” she said sleepily. “You hide, and I’ll seek.”
He knew she wouldn’t really come look for him. He could tell she was about to fall asleep. She was only humoring him. Maybe this was a good chance to get a joke in.
He stood up and floated off. He looked back at her over his shoulder. He eyes were closed. “Are you counting.” he asked. “Mmm hmm…” she answered sleepily. “I don’t hear you.” he said. “One….two…” her voice grew quieter as he flew high into the nearby treetops.
He watched her from his hiding place up high. If she wasn't already asleep, then she was close to it. Carrying such a litter probably took a lot out of her. He waited for a minute, until he was sure she has dozed off, before he slowly floated back towards her.
He was about to scare her, but he stopped for a minute, just to look at her. He never got tired of looking at her. She was laying on her back, breathing softly. Her honey-colored hair spilled out behind her head. She looked so peaceful. It’s a shame she was about to be woken up.
Puck quickly reached out and roughly grabbed her shoulder. “Boo!” he shouted.
She quickly sat up and started to scream. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she let out a piercing wail as if she were in pain. “It’s just me.” he told her. Still he did not stop, the scream growing louder. Puck slapped his hands over his ears and closed his eyes. “God, Scarlet, it was just a joke.” He shouted over her. She still didn’t stop. He opened his eyes and gasped. She stopped screaming and fell back onto her back.
He went to her quickly. Her face was pale. He tried to shake her awake. Finally, she slowly opened her eyes. “Why did you hurt me like this?” she asked. She seemed immobilized and broken. It was just how she looked after… “It was just a joke.” he said quickly. He was close to tears. “You hurt me...you hurt all of us…” she said sadly. “It was never meant to happen like this…” he sobbed. “It was only a joke..”
She slowly faded away, and he was left crouched on the cold grass. He felt someone shake his shoulder. He sat up. He wasn’t in the park, but in Ev’s house. It was all a dream, though a lot of the dialogue had been the same as… He pushed the thought away and quickly tried to wipe the tears from his face.
“Good, I’m starving.” he said quickly, his voice still shaking.
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Jul 10, 2014 2:39:41 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 373 ]
MOOD [ awk ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ Carnival of Rust by PotF ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ i am so sorry this took so long ] | This man – this... prince – was becoming more and more of a conundrum every second.
Ev didn't know how to deal with people. She was a soldier; she knew how to deal with other soldiers. She knew how to arm wrestle and how to wrestle between the sheets and how to actually wrestle with the intent of hurting someone. She knew how to kill and to wound; she knew how to drink her weight in mead without so much as twitching in a non-sober manner. She knew how to dance drunkenly around a fire the night before making a man watch her kill his best friend or even his lover right before his eyes, her tattoos in full display so that he would know just who had done it without even having to look at her face. The elf knew how to fight.
She did not know how to dry tears, or whether or not people actually liked them to be dried. She knew if it was her, she wouldn't want anyone near her to see that she was hurt, but she was also aware enough of the world to realize that not everyone was like her. So Ev found herself at an impasse with herself, trying to decide whether or not to acknowledge his tears, or pretend they never existed in the first place. Eventually, she settled for something more in the middle.
The blonde pointed to his plate and glass. “Here,” she said, trying to sound soft, probably coming off sounding more awkward than anything else. “You help yourself to it.” Hesitating, Ev bit her lip before backing up, sitting down in her chair, and taking a long swig of her own wine.
She reached back, rubbing the back of her neck and dropping her gaze. “Hey, I... If you wanna talk, I'm here. I mean... Can't say I'll be able to give much in the way of advice, or... or that I'll even know what to say to you? I'm... not a very good talker.” Ev gave a small, nervous laugh. “But... But I'm here. ...my lord. Or... your grace. Whichever.”
It was going to take her a while to get used to titles again.
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Post by Puck on Jul 20, 2014 20:01:15 GMT -6
Puck smiled in spite of himself as he heard Ev call him by those titles. He didn’t look at her as he picked up his fork.
“You don't really have to call me by those if you don’t want to…” he said softly. He ate quietly, feeling her presence beside him seemed to soothe away his nightmare.
His hunger returned to him as he ate the rest of the food and drank all of the mead. He didn’t know if she actually wanted to listen to him talk about his problems, or if she was just being nice. He looked at her to see what her emotions were. She seemed genuinely concerned. So he began….
“I...I don’t like to talk about it...because it makes me sad….but I feel like if I don’t talk about it, then I’m forgetting her and I don’t want to do that…”
He felt tears well up in his eyes and a lump in his throat. He looked down at his empty dishes so Ev couldn’t tell he was so close to tears again.
“Besides, I can’t tell you what happened. Because, if I told you...then you would see me just like my father sees me…” Puck felt defensive, he knew that she’d want to ask more questions if he stuck around any longer.
He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back in the process. He quickly pushed his chair back in and walked past her towards the door.
“Maybe I should just go, I’ve taken advantage of your hospitality for too long.” he said.
He reached for the door knob and opened it. The night air carried scent towards him that he hadn’t breathed in a while. He felt something inside of him, almost like the same feeling he got when he tried to lie. He wanted to step outside and leave but he found himself frozen to the spot.
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Post by Ev Sophronia on Sept 13, 2014 2:38:00 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair Display SC"][googlefont="Coming Soon"] Evelyn Sophronia know your enemy WORD COUNT [ 448 ]
MOOD [ awkward, concerned ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ LotR soundtrack ]
TAG [ Puck ]
NOTES [ tony keeps up his record of taking two months to reply to threads and feeling really shitty about it ] | Ev could tell something was wrong straight away – and she didn't mean about what he was talking about, because he was basically stating something was wrong there. No, it was... it was something else. She watched him make for the door, he mouth opening to protest his leaving, but as soon as he got to the doorway, he froze. As soon as he froze, she felt this tug at her– not soul, exactly, but something close to that. Her essence? Her being? She didn't know how to describe it. It was like she was tied to something, and that something had just tried to pull away from her, only to be caught by the rope that connected them.
Actually, that was pretty much exactly what it was, but she didn't exactly know that.
She stood, slowly, cautiously, but then all but trotted over to him as soon as she was sure that nothing was about to smack her over the head with some faerie magic bullshit. She reached out, carefully touching his shoulder – you never knew how royals were going to take being touched, if her family was anything to go off of. Her large, pointed ears pinned back. Now that she was close to him again, that pull on her had left. But she couldn't think about that right now; he still needed help.
“Look, I... I know how shitty fathers can be.” There you go, Ev, off to a great start. “And I know that they don't exactly always see things the... the way they're supposed to be seen. Or the way they truly are.” She wasn't thinking of her trying to kill her father right then, she knew he'd seen that for exactly what it was. She was just considering all the other punishments he'd put her through.
“You can... you really can talk to me. It's cool. I promise.” The elf swallowed, her free hand clenching as her nerves stood on edge. “You've only been here a couple hours, and really... all I know is that you vanished a couple hundred years back. I think that's all anyone ever knew. One day you were there, the next you were gone.” It had honestly been a bit of a curiosity for her, when she was young and military training hadn't taken up ever waking hour of her day. There had been no evidence to back up anything she'd found, though – all there had been were stories, rumors. “And, hey, whatever you did, believe me, I'm sure I've done worse. I'm an elf, after all. I won't judge you.”
Self deprecation usually got people to trust you, right?
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