Post by Mury 6.0 on Sept 13, 2008 22:41:15 GMT -5
(( It's not letting me reply to the original thread, so I'm starting a new one. ))
The man would have been an idiot to assume that Roan would not have followed him, and indeed he had; in that moment, the mass of emotions he could feel pounding through him was so varied, it left little time for simple thought.
And so he ran; he ran through the moonlit school halls as fast as he could, with not a care in the world for the lycan trailing effortlessly after him. If he had been weaker, Muryllis would have been brushing aside tears at this very moment; indeed, it was all he could do to keep his spirit from giving out.
No. This couldn't happen; it couldn't be happening. Had he not once been a Shadow Redeemer? Of course - that was one of the many things which continued to haunt him, baiting him with the ever-elusive prospect of living a normal, healthy life. He was better than this; he was better than Roan, even - he did all he could to protect her, because he knew that if he was better than her and yet still weak, she was nothing but a leaf to the gale.
It was in the middle of this that the Justiciar realized he had, in his stupor, come to a stop before Roan in her lycan form. This was the first time he had seen her like this - a strange thought to be had, but one that dominated his mind as it suppressed all other potentially difficult thoughts and emotions. Her attempt at telepathic communication was tolerable, but simple for Muryllis to pick up; the only difficulty was in trying to comprehend it, as it took several moments for him to return to regular thought.
"We can't do this," he said, his voice sounding oddly muffled in his ears. It was as difficult for the girl to pick up on his emotions as it was for him; nothing made sense at this point, though something was attempting to click in his mind. He sat down, fingering his ring as he pulled it out of his pocket. It returned fluidly to its original form, and now an ornate rapier rested in his hand, its tip clicking lightly on the stone floor next to him. "Nothing like this can work out; it's as if we're both damned, and coming together only worsens the pain."
The man would have been an idiot to assume that Roan would not have followed him, and indeed he had; in that moment, the mass of emotions he could feel pounding through him was so varied, it left little time for simple thought.
And so he ran; he ran through the moonlit school halls as fast as he could, with not a care in the world for the lycan trailing effortlessly after him. If he had been weaker, Muryllis would have been brushing aside tears at this very moment; indeed, it was all he could do to keep his spirit from giving out.
No. This couldn't happen; it couldn't be happening. Had he not once been a Shadow Redeemer? Of course - that was one of the many things which continued to haunt him, baiting him with the ever-elusive prospect of living a normal, healthy life. He was better than this; he was better than Roan, even - he did all he could to protect her, because he knew that if he was better than her and yet still weak, she was nothing but a leaf to the gale.
It was in the middle of this that the Justiciar realized he had, in his stupor, come to a stop before Roan in her lycan form. This was the first time he had seen her like this - a strange thought to be had, but one that dominated his mind as it suppressed all other potentially difficult thoughts and emotions. Her attempt at telepathic communication was tolerable, but simple for Muryllis to pick up; the only difficulty was in trying to comprehend it, as it took several moments for him to return to regular thought.
"We can't do this," he said, his voice sounding oddly muffled in his ears. It was as difficult for the girl to pick up on his emotions as it was for him; nothing made sense at this point, though something was attempting to click in his mind. He sat down, fingering his ring as he pulled it out of his pocket. It returned fluidly to its original form, and now an ornate rapier rested in his hand, its tip clicking lightly on the stone floor next to him. "Nothing like this can work out; it's as if we're both damned, and coming together only worsens the pain."