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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 18:05:34 GMT -5
"I just hope she doesn't get out of there too soon..." Thistlen muttered, glancing behind them nervously. She also hoped that she could trust Navek. Thistlen had been in the bad-bad room for a very long time after her assistance in Navek's little dissapearing act. She had been in very big trouble for that. Eris had laughed at her. "You honestly thought that he was going to look for a way to get you all out, didn't you? Do you want to know what he was really doing? Do you?" She hadn't. Eris had told her. It still stung that she had helped him out for that.
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 18:21:42 GMT -5
Calyx looked up from his pillow as his door came falling to the ground. The door hadn't been opened in 3 months. Eyes that hadn't seen the light of day in 3 months widened as they took in a familiar figure behind the door. A body that had only taken in enough food to barely survive for 3 months jolted out of bed. "C-c-c-ceredin?" A voice that hadn't spoken in 3 months rasped.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -5
"Ow..." Ceredin had squashed her nose. And she was very, very disoriented. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. Or where she was. Well, at least she knew who she was at this point- she'd forgotten, earlier. She also knew who that was, speaking. Well, she couldn't put a name to it, but she certainly knew him. She really, really wanted a hug. She didn't know why, she just did. But there was a nagging feeling that he hated her... Oh, right... Fight. Something stupid. And Eris had said that he had said that he never wanted to be anywhere near her ever again. While Eris wasn't the best source, one tends to listen to the one person whose voice has been heard for weeks and weeks, at the only times when one has seen light for weeks and weeks. Her head hurt. A lot. She was distantly ashamed to be seen in this state, with her scalp torn up and stripped of hair, covered in scrapes and bruises, and completely incoherent, but mostly she was just very tired.
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 18:34:48 GMT -5
Calyx stared at her for a few minutes until he was sure. "Jilath...it really is you!" He leapt at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, as if shed disappear again if he let go. He was crying now as he held her.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 18:42:23 GMT -5
"Ow..." she repeated, as though this would help at all. Oh, right, she was supposed to say something... Er... what was it...? Oh, right. "I'm sorry..." she muttered, frowning as she tried to concentrate on what was going on, staring blankly at the ceiling past Calyx's head. Right, she was supposed to apologize. "Don't... hate me..." Her tone was pleading, not one you'd expect from Ceredin at all.
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 18:53:13 GMT -5
Calyx just gripped her tighter. "Hate you? How could I ever hate you? I love you with all my heart." he cried into her shoulder.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 18:57:51 GMT -5
She was vaguely confused. Didn't he..? Oh, well. She'd think about that later. Unless this was some sort of strange dream and she'd wake up and still be locked in a closet. Well, that was definitely a possibility. "Oh," she settled for. Something was lacking. Oh, yes. "I love you, too..." In this state, this statement didn't seem like a big deal to her. Of course, it was, since under normal circumstances she would never say the word 'love'. Ever.
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 19:06:39 GMT -5
Calyx just kept crying with happiness. "Just never leave, please don't go again."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 19:07:25 GMT -5
Ceredin frowned- that is to say, on purpose. "'s not like I went away on purpose... You're sort of hurting me..."
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 19:26:48 GMT -5
Calyx instantly lessened his grip on her. "I'm sorry...I-I thought you were...dead..."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 19:27:53 GMT -5
"Ow... You're sure I'm not...?" She tried to smile crookedly, but it hurt her face. "Ow... again..."
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 19:46:48 GMT -5
Calyx looked at her as if he was seeing her horrible appearance for the first time. "C-cere, we gotta get you to the infirmary, or...something..."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 19:49:23 GMT -5
"No." Clearly Ceredin was never too ill to resist the Infirmary. "I'm... not going..." There weren't actually any open wounds, except for the one on the side of her head, which was still bleeding slightly. "I'm... fine..." Okay, so that was a lie. But Ceredin hated being treated like an invalid.
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Post by Fear on Feb 1, 2007 19:52:19 GMT -5
"At least come sit down, please?" He asked, gesturing to the bed.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 1, 2007 19:53:29 GMT -5
"All right..." Ceredin tried to move. It didn't work well. "Uh.. you're gonna... hafta help me..." This was said with extreme reluctance, as Ceredin never requested help. Eeeeeeever.
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