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Post by modernslave on Jul 28, 2008 8:22:03 GMT -6
Wrath fought to stay calm. He put the girl threw enough already. His hot head would probally scare her away. Alone wasn't something he wanted, for what he was going to do he needed an aly. Atleast one person that wouldn't be against him and he picked Aeron.
Grinding his teeth he slowly turned back to Aeron. But then calmed as soon as he saw her blood drip down his rose. "Don't grip it so tight," Wrath whispered as he took it away. "The spire's are sharper than normal," he added staring at one of them. Wrath glaired at one of the spikes that came out of the stem. As if he could melt it away with his eye's. Which was of course imposible.
"I cannot judge... I have sinned to much to tell the will of God..."
Wrath jerked his head up to look at her. His dull yellow eye's readjusted since he wasn't looking at his own creation anymore but a human. "Your right," he said as a sly smile crossed his lips. Well the only reason it was sly was because he had no other smile. "No one should judge, but everyone does, so why should you be any different," he replied with a shrug.
Plucking the spires off the stem was easy for him. Just bend it a certain way and they would fall off. Then he almost unconsiciously reached ovet and wrapped it into her hair. "I almost forgot how fragile you human's are," he said almost to himself but not quiet. Then he sat back down and examined what he did to Aeron's hair. "You see, it made you look pretty," he said laughing at himself.
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Post by Aeron Warde on Jul 28, 2008 9:01:54 GMT -6
Still kneeling on the ground Aeron watched as Wrath took back the rose and pulled the spires off. Her hand closed slightly over the cuts that were caused by the thorns. The pain was annoying, but that was about it.
Why should Aeron be any different... She had a god. Not like all these other people. They lived without Ishbala and lived against him in every way. They lived in the life of the sinned arts of Alchemy not being grateful of what he has given them. But had these people sinned more than her? They lived with the aid of alchemy... She has never done such. All her work was of her own, all she worked for had nothing to do with alchemy. But she had wished her own father to die... And now she is helping this man with a body that isn't his own...
It was obvious now that he wasn't trying to mess with her mind like he had before. He was being as kind as he probably could... as much as his name let him be. "God made us fragile... so we would treasure life... It doesn't seem like it worked..." her voice was quiet but it wasn't out of fear or the sadness she had before. Her eyes were bloodshot but the watering wasn't as bad. After he was finished with the rose she slowly touched the petals with her fingers. It was with the hand that was bleeding, the blood gently came off her fingers and onto the shadow creation. Aeron's face flushed slightly. Pretty... that was a term she hadn't heard in years.
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Post by modernslave on Jul 28, 2008 9:39:34 GMT -6
Wrath had to admit he was trying though so of the things he says will probally come out sounding wrong, cruel and mean anyways. You had to admit it was a good start. But good starts meant nothing to him. So this was just frusturating. Though he tried not to let her see it. He watched her blood pool on the pedal's of the rose. "Your bleeding," he said stating the obvious. The blood was beautiful. Something he wasn't permitted to do very often. As she spoke he understood fragility as well. The fact that he would never be that fragile again made him even more unhuman and pushed him away from her god. Which pushed him away from her. Wrath glanced up and the sky and a large amount of colorful cursewords flew out of his mouth as he stood up quickly. "I...I got to go, see you around I guess," he said with a shrug before turning into a shadow. But he waited to see what she would do next. A shadow cannot live in darkness, A shadow can only truly live in light. |
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Post by Aeron Warde on Jul 28, 2008 10:00:45 GMT -6
Aeron was bleeding... yes... Wrath's statement made her look back at her hand. Today was very blood filled... all starting with the bleeding bird. She knew very well now that it wasn't a bird that was bleeding. She assumed that from the first time she met this man. Such wounds were probably nothing to Wrath. The arrow was truth enough to that. She had to say she was worried the whole time, and wasn't ashamed by it. Though, she still wondered if she should.
She watched as he stood but didn't turn her head to follow. 'See you around I guess.' She closed her hand hard on her cuts and winced. What was her desicion... what did she want. Him to never see her again and leave her alone or... did she want to be in his company again. There was no point in denying in what she wanted, however, her two wants clashed against each other. One to follow Ishbala... and then the other to see Wrath again. "Be careful..." she eventually said. Her hand closed harder as she tried to find the words for her last statement. "But I'll have the bandages handy..."
Aeron stood up to turn to him... But he seemed to be gone.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She better get get back to the household... Her absence wouldn't have gone unnoticed...
The three drips of blood fell to the ground. Aeron hid her hand in her apron and went to run off. She left the vegetables behind... because the household didn't need them. Maybe Wrath would get them. That is... if he needed them.
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