His silence was the better choice. Words would fail him. Nothing muddled his mind more than their history, his anger and something that pounded through his heart and made it course more than the blood running through it. He was was not sure that there was anything to say, really, that would have any effect. They both had their regrets. But when she knight, he was reminded of his and through the tightening in his jaw he visibly cringed, only hiding enough of it as not appear affected.
"Hm. I was not being metaphorical when I said shadows. The servant that called upon me on behalf of his master was, quite literally, a shade."
A quick billow of a chuckle erupted in his throat and stayed there. "No, I thought not, indeed. However, that presents a problem now, doesn't it? After all, should he learn of my...failure, I am certain that he will not stop until you are dead. And I am also sure, that you have more pressing thing to attend to than the burying of bodies of those sent to kill you."
He eyed the box again. "Could be tedious." His voice was now lazy, calm and only his body lightly coiled beneath her fingers. Once it would be because it was her--for better or worse. Through love and hate. No, not hate. Hurt.
Now it was because he allowed no one to get close to him--occupation hazard. He looked down at her sleek nimble fingers but made no move to remove them or move away. Again, he considered the box. It made him nervous. He had no clue what was inside and despite every part of him wanting to examine it and its contents, another part screamed for him to resist.
"Hmmmm." The low guttural sound was full of consideration. "It's ornate. The cravings remind me of the coven's crest...but different." Perhaps that is why he could bare to look inside. What secrets she might keep? What trinkets or memories?
"I-I don't know." Yes. No. Both. It was a very honest answer that spoke of potentially knowing, not what was inside, but what it could relate to. And that confused him enough since he did not know what he would do.
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Date: 2011-08-20 05:56 pm (UTC)"Hm. I was not being metaphorical when I said shadows. The servant that called upon me on behalf of his master was, quite literally, a shade."
A quick billow of a chuckle erupted in his throat and stayed there. "No, I thought not, indeed. However, that presents a problem now, doesn't it? After all, should he learn of my...failure, I am certain that he will not stop until you are dead. And I am also sure, that you have more pressing thing to attend to than the burying of bodies of those sent to kill you."
He eyed the box again. "Could be tedious." His voice was now lazy, calm and only his body lightly coiled beneath her fingers. Once it would be because it was her--for better or worse. Through love and hate. No, not hate. Hurt.
Now it was because he allowed no one to get close to him--occupation hazard. He looked down at her sleek nimble fingers but made no move to remove them or move away. Again, he considered the box. It made him nervous. He had no clue what was inside and despite every part of him wanting to examine it and its contents, another part screamed for him to resist.
"Hmmmm." The low guttural sound was full of consideration. "It's ornate. The cravings remind me of the coven's crest...but different." Perhaps that is why he could bare to look inside. What secrets she might keep? What trinkets or memories?
"I-I don't know." Yes. No. Both. It was a very honest answer that spoke of potentially knowing, not what was inside, but what it could relate to. And that confused him enough since he did not know what he would do.