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When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op za jul 07, 2018 10:06 pm
.Avanti.
You got no strings on me

While times fades the very deep survival instincts stays alive, every second of every day and night. He had his finer moments but to be honest, all the hiding the healing gave him an opportunity to think about certain things … leaving him in a more worse place then where they left him. Last thing he remembered himself was turning that king of Navarre, Thriumph, into something more powerful. But as he thought it caused a reaction … just not the reaction he was hoping for. Dacosta showing up was the least of his problems, it was that beast, that dragon that tore them all together apart. Running and hiding wasn’t his style, but being this old he knew he couldn’t ignore this. In all his time dragons never showed up, not like this. And now he was the one hiding in the mountains rushing in between Navarre and Nymerwell … the monster causing the trouble was trying to avoid a much bigger one, a fatal one.

After weeks he learned to adjust to the pain, but the notion … it never left his mind. If those flames had only be inches closer he wouldn’t be standing here avoiding the sunlight. Now it only left a burning message on his wrist up to his elbow, crusts tainting his pale skin, turning into scars and burn marks who would prove that dragon weren’t all that fairytale alike, not that he believed in much of that. It got easier in time but he got the true honesty of that dragonfire touching him, Avanti was weakened. Sunlight was harder to endure, just as he needed more blood to keep his power. What it didn’t do was break his mind, it was more the other way around …

Karma is a bitch some said, Avanti loved nothing more than hearing the horrors of dead and destruction swirling their way into the kingdom. For once he believer there was something bigger than him, standing on his side and slaying that queen and all her lovely followers on the spot. oh the taste of that fear. After more then four months Avanti showed his face again on the streets, a pale skin sneaking through the shadows of the night, snapping flesh with the coldest gesture. A strategic change, so he called it. He was ready to tear apart something, only to taste what he was longing for all those weeks in those mountains, vengeance.

Despite the heat the evenings where rather cool. The sun stroke his last sparks over the land and Avanti his darker purple eyes looked up into the bussing lives of these people. He didn’t knew what happened after he left, he could feel his Ayana being still alive, he felt even the lingerings from Achilles but that was all he really felt. He was empty, cold, looking for sparks to the past. Killing a dragon would probably get him quicker killed, so he had to do with the satisfaction that the queen died after all. Using his left arm less he pushed the door open to what seemed like a tavern. The usual silence would turn that flash of a grin on his lips but now he only caused a disturbance by the hunger in his eyes. Yet it was the bottle of whiskey he was grabbing after, missing the taste almost as much as he had missed the blood. The bartender let him, a man ran away from the darkest spot in the corner that Avanti so eagerly took, leaving only those purple marks to recognize him with. He needed to get back in the game, he wanted things now, things he didn’t wanted before. His tongue stroke over his teeth before he drank from the bottle, feeling that sting in his throat as he swallowed … leaving nothing more then that two second grin on his lips. Oh god, how they would scream.

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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op zo jul 08, 2018 4:52 pm


She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

It had been months. Months since she set foot in Navarre, since she left the country because the lady simply couldn’t be in it anymore. Since the king left, and she could finally escape the iron grip he still had on her. It felt like just days, days in quite the freedom she had in Rhoynar. That maybe was the best decision she made in years, running off one final time to make herself the better future this shift in rulers would give her. And so it happened, Fay found herself a safe place where she could do the things she was good at. Find her own politics even though she wasn’t a princes anymore. Keeping two countries in a peace, or at least, being the communication between them. The only downside from that was the fact that she had to visit Navarre, D’auvignon to succeed in just that. So, after a few months Faylice finally made the plans to go to Navarre again. Even though she really wanted to avoid the place as a whole for as long as she could, it was the only way she could keep the position she had now. Given everything that had happened, Fay gave in just a little bit to the fear, including only D’auvergne in this first trip.

Softly the dark haired lady stretched her back, moving around in the saddle she was in for quite a time now. Her being in Brightwater Keep had really pulled her out of the habit of riding very often, and that was something she could feel in her body now. Fay already was on her way back, but that didn’t meant it would be a short ride home. Not that the lady really minded, it wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with, and the time on her horse always gave her plenty of time to think. And on the contrary of all her other trips, this one was on of the most pleasant ones so far. Guarded by two man who rode their horses on each side of her they sometimes even made small talk. Which was different from the previous trip where everyone had been so deadly quiet, and in the end, that had been so logically.

This day had been a rather boring one, the only things she had seen were trees, trees and even more trees. But that had been planned that way, the whole trip was planned beforehand. That was some of the hard lessons Fay had finally learned from, and with that, she wouldn’t have left Rhoynar if she didn’t knew where she was going. To her surprise, everything had worked out in her way, only having a few tricky moments along the way. Even though the king had fallen, there were still people that wanted her back on the throne, reclaim the Medici position. And with that there were people that wanted her to be gone just so that she wouldn’t be a treat. But the guards had worked their magic in protecting her, and Fay could say she felt somewhat .. safe. She at least had the feeling she could trust the guards, which was something more valuable than the she had expected.

The never ending sight of the trees had finally come to a stop, something that made Faylice stretch herself out again. It meant that she was close to the place they would settle in for the night. A tavern which should safe for her to go, just like the others they picked out. Finally being able to get off her horse, Fay did, letting one guard take the lead while the other walked behind her. It wasn’t a very big place, but it seemed cozy from the outside. Not that that really mattered for the nightmares that always came, but it would give her a nice view when she’d wake up at night. With a little smile, Fay followed the guard through the door, taking in the surroundings of the room they came in. But as the ice blue eyes scanned through, she could feel something was off. A familiar feeling, a coldness that stuck at your whole  body, making you feel unnerved and uncomfortable. A feeling that was almost touchable as it was present in the whole room, a disturbance. It made the little smile fade almost immediately, since the dark haired lady could recognize it a little too well. It didn’t take that long for the blue eyes to find two purple flashes. A purple she had wished to never, ever see again. Slowly she turned to the guard walking behind, just a little for her whisper to come over. ‘We need to leave.’ It was barely hearable, just enough for the man to her before she turned her attention to the other. ‘Now.’
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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op zo jul 08, 2018 5:13 pm
.Avanti.
You got no strings on me

He never left the country for what some thought he would be doing. In his state he wasn’t able to do much, a certain frustration he would be carrying around for a pretty long time. And was was he not just the wrong person to be frustrated. He felt something bite on him, a linger just below the empty place in his chest. Despite he still felt the knocking of that heart, it didn’t sustain him with life, not anymore. It was only his cold desire to hear the boom boom of another heart, to feel the swift flow of blood, to tear things apart. Avanti was perfect in self control, more then others often were but after four months there was hardly anything to see from that. Where he would be able to use words it were just looks now and god help everybody who would walk on his way.

His first effort and getting his strength back ended in that tavern, only to get further north from there. He could feel Ayana’s present reaching from the cold north, he would love himself some cold after all the heat. But what he needed more than his beloved right hand was the rest. He thought that those four months would do enough but it only stated how dangerous a dragon was to his race, it would take more weeks to recover and he would be able to do that once he had Ayana at his side.

Avanti moved as slick and fluent as always, even when he felt so weak in body. Nobody noticed, the imago he left still stood. He was a monster and monsters didn’t just changed over time in something good. So nobody said a thing when he reached for that bottle, that cold lingering vibe did all the effort. He choose the darkness of the heart beats skipping paces all over the place. He choose the whiskey over the torture … it wasn’t a good thing, his silence wasn’t a good thing. People got awkward around him, soft whispers he could clearly hear as he stretched his fingers in his lap, looking down to the slight marks curling over the back of his hand. And just as he thought drinking himself waisted in past couple of months his eyes slowly went back up on the familiar scent of a woman.

Normally he would laugh about the co incident, now he did nothing but watch from out of the darkness he was hiding in. She was still alive … his precious Faylice. His teeth clenched in the reminding to that night. She was his backup if Thriumph would fail, now he had nothing of those two things. He wasn’t moving yet she was feeling it. Almost he wanted her to walk out again, he wasn’t in the mood but then on the other side she was the only one still alive enough to tell him what happened. She stopped her gracious body, turning towards her guards. She still had those … Avanti let his eyes rest on her, piercing them right through her back as she said they had to leave, immediately. ‘So soon?’ He asked, a voice that sounded more weak then he looked. He hadn’t talked in quite some time either. Nobody looked and yet they all wanted to look. He placed the bottle on the table, pushing himself up with his good arm. ‘You just got here.’ He continued, stepping into the dim light of the candles as he looked to her. Her guards got anxious, protecting her by stepping forward and Avanti his impatience was in clear view. ‘Please don’t insult me with that,’ he nodded to the guards, still keeping his eyes on those bright blue ones. His voice never changed, it was a neutral cold one, all about the warnings for the state he was in. Just as his face was, pale an threatening as he studied the beauty before him.

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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op zo jul 08, 2018 6:17 pm


She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

It was all running so smoothly, all like the plan that was set up. Everything worked the way it was supposed to work. Fay had visited the places she wanted, had been unharmed going through Navarre. There was no one who laid a single finger on her, she even managed to relax herself along the way. Some little, precious moments she could rely on the two man to take care. Feeling freed from the pressure her father had given her for so long as she finally handled her own life now. Until now that was. Faylice knew as soon as she stepped in the little tavern that little luck had ended. Something she feared so many times before, walking through any door. Looking around every corner, moving past any rooms. She had spent so many time just checking if there really wasn’t anyone there. If that change of atmosphere wasn’t present. And it never was, making her drop her shoulders from the relieving tension, making her sigh before getting through with the things she wanted to do. And now, when she really wasn’t expecting it, experiencing that small moment of calmness, he was there.

A moment Faylice her mind raged on the fact she really needed to get that feeling confirmed by seeing those purple hints. Why she didn’t just turn around immediately because there wasn’t anyone else that made such a stir along the crowd. The quiet they had, the whispers they spoke. But the ice blue eyes still searched on, sliding, almost against their will, towards the dark corner in the room. Catching that sight that made the memories flood back in. That one night. The mere thought alone was enough to set her mind in a state of panic. Something Fay had been avoiding for all those weeks, day after day. The lady had gotten smart at avoiding the things that triggered her fears, that stirred them up to the surface. Working around to function like she was doing now. The only thing was, there was no working around Avanti himself.

The smile that laid so naturally over her lips faded, along with the little bit of blood that was present in her face, leaving it paler than just those few seconds ago. Immediately she could feel the gaze, the gaze she hadn’t felt for so long. Feeling how the pressure laid right back on top of her shoulders, even when she turned herself way to one of the guards. Whispering as soft as she could, as calm as she could hold her voice. Giving them that intense, almost desperate look to give those words the meaning. Hoping her guards were the only one that heard. But, of course they were not the only one. And she got her answer, confirming that the little hope she had, was false after all. Closing her eyes on the sound of the too familiar voice, Fay took a deep breath, pushing it out over her lower lips after. The voice weak, but that didn’t limit the message by any stretch of the imagination. Slowly she turned around, her eyes getting greeted by the dreaded silhouette as he became more visible in the soft light. ’Yes, I’m leaving already.’ Fay answered, her eyes squeezing a bit while she swallowed right after the words.

Fay her ice blue eyes flashed towards the two guards that immediately came in action. Stepping in front of her, like they had done with anyone else that caused a possible threat. But this one was different, the lady knew the guards weren’t able to protect her from this. Still she couldn’t find the strength to call them back. As he spoke again, Fay waited a moment to answer. Feeling how her troth had completely dried up, wiping all that secureness away. Those two guards were two bodies in between her and the monster on the other side. The vampire that still haunted her nights, even though he hadn’t showed himself in so long. She noticed the impatience, concluding she really didn’t have much time to decide. Hating herself on the thought to want to push the two innocent man off the cliff, just so that she could have that little bit more space. It wouldn’t matter, because he wasn’t after them. They would just kill themselves in the progress, and with that she decided that doubt was over. The little gesture off to the guards told them enough to back down, and so they stopped their movements. ’Please.’ Fay whispered again, giving the gesture a little more strength. The blue irises moved back from the two man to the purple eyes, making that tiny first step backwards.
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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op zo jul 08, 2018 8:52 pm
.Avanti.
You got no strings on me

Did he believe in co incident? No. Yet here she was, walking in exact the same tavern he was sitting. It had to mean something. Normally he would be the one to surprise somebody he was following around. And he would follow her around, only to learn her he was everywhere. Now he just wanted to rip out that warm beating heart and kick it around for the joy of it. No, he certainly wasn’t capable into conversation like they used to have them. The last thing he had done was push her down on those vulnerable shoulders until she said on her knees, how he had combed his fingers through her hair before he did unimaginable things in front of her. He asked himself if she would have nightmares … about him, that night. It should have sparked that smile but it did nothing in the moment other then gazing at her like a predator annoyed by her sweet smell. Where he would love that sweet smell it only irritated him, given he needed more blood to survive it was only way more tempting. Not that he wasn’t planning on killing her … it just didn’t fit right now.

Her confident, or at least she tried to sound confident, it let his concentration fall to her blood running just underneath her skin. Just for a second his jaws relaxed before another step of his body draw him closer to her. Would she notice the small changed, the hint of a paler skin, the way his arm hang stiff aside his body, the crusts forming from the back of his hand and vanishing underneath his jacket. Yet the old habits were still there, his good set of fingers tapped on a table as he walked closer, that dreadful look shining through his empty eyes. It were just details, details nobody would notice. Nobody except for people like here, who were closer in a way … more afraid. Fear sparked a good set of eyes, she should know, surly every detail of that night was still as vivid as a night sky of stars.

Avanti pulled his eyes away from her to her two guards. He would kill them, he wanted to, yet he left the ball entirely in Faylice her camp, it was her decision if they would live through the night or not. So he shifted his eyes uninterested back to her, seeing that slight nod of her face her guards stepped away. Yet again the corner of his mouth didn’t lift in satisfaction. Would she know what happened to him? Would she have witnessed it? The soft begging made his eyebrows travel shortly up, just for a second. ‘Begging already,’ he started, turning his body a quarter to look over to the place he earlier sat. ‘I didn’t even start yet.’ He followed, walking back. He dragged a seat away, turning his dark eyes back to her. ‘Sit.’ It sounded not harsly, it didn’t even sounded very much alive, yet it was a threat like every other. He himself grabbed the bottle again, sitting down without losing sight of her. ‘We have a lot of catching up to do.’ It was a promise, in a way, saying he wouldn’t let her go that fast, not until he had alle details. And maybe she saw it or not, he wasn’t all that patience. Others seemed to notice, leaving the tavern rather careful. Normally he would have already made a pale joke … but it didn’t came. He tilted his head softly, prying her with his eyes. ‘You look healthy.’ His words stung, patronizing, judging. What kind of pretty life she was living for him to destroy now?

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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op ma jul 09, 2018 12:56 pm


She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

What were the chances? What were the chances of her walking in a seeminly safe tavern, and meeting the one that stood on top of the list of her fears. Nothing had beaten him, not the slightest after that horrible night. How she wanted to just forget, to just switch off that little piece of mind that held those memories. But every time it reminded her it was still there, every night she would have the returning flashes, and every night would result in the same thing. A broken night. Even if she managed to keep herself busy with other things, other thoughts, and had the idea the ones from that night had faded a single bit, they revolted back, as brightly as when it happened. How Faylice wished she never set foot in this place, how desperate she wanted to stop time and rewind it back to never even go near this particular tavern. Knowing that those whispers to her guards had already been too late, and turning around and leaving was out of option. How much Fay would give to do just that.

The silent agitation in the whole room was almost as noticeable as the atmosphere the man in front of her took with him. People were jumpy, nervous as they whispered to each other. As they didn’t even dare to look to this man she was looking straight right now. Faylice could almost feel how relieved they were that the attention was on the three that just walked in, that she herself was the centre of focus instead of one of them. Fay herself wasn’t, she wanted to get out, run as hard as she could, avoid any other shred of interaction. She found her mind rambling in its chaos, so despairing seeking for any option. Anything that would keep her away from the man, out of his hands, and they found nothing. So the ice blue eyes stared, unable to move for those few seconds, observing as much as they could. Something was different, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up. Where the lady expected those shifts in atmosphere, throwing her off at any occasion, it didn’t happen. There were no cold smiles, no mocking, just that gaze  that seemed to tear her in pieces. Feeling how it moved her breathing upwards, fastening it along the way.

Fay just stood there watching how he came closer, seeing the difference in movement. Normally so fluent, now just that little off. She took another step backwards, giving herself that illusion that the little extra distance really mattered. Her eyes locking on the fingers that tapped a table before she looked right back at the purple pits. Finally nodding her guards away, seeing how they stepped back, seeing how they were confused with the sudden change of mood. Relieved almost when they got the order of stepping away. Expecting another change of atmosphere, it didn’t happen. It kept being the same, heavy, thick air that she was beginning to have trouble breathing in, not seeing his face change, or any changes at all. The ice blue eyes shifted towards his other hand, squeezing it before scanning the rest. Was he weakened? Did that matter for her? Or was he really just in a very bad mood? Or the combination of the two? The words made her refocus, following his exact movement to watch for any more difference. ’I intended to keep it that way.’ Fay responded. The previous time he had started, well .. that didn’t end that well. It cost all her focus to not get pulled into the flashes of that night again. Making the lady look back at her hands, that were clean, spotless even. It calmed her down in a way, just as it could freak her out of they weren’t unsoiled.

As he walked to the dark corner, and pulled a chair out, she closed her eyes again. This was the exact opposite way on how she wanted things to go, feeling how this was already making a very bad turn. The comment that came after made her open her eyes up again, her gaze right back at the purple eyes. Standing still at the exact spot she was standing at while the hesitation was ruling the current in her head. Scared of what was going to happen, but at the same time scared of him. It was like a battle, one pulling her towards  the door, the other towards the chair Avanti was referring to. Eventually the fear of him won, pushing her body towards the chair with clear reluctance. Like her muscles just didn’t want to respond to the signals her brain was giving. Ignoring his next words she slowly sat herself down, still really not wanting to go on the way he was going. Not even turning her head towards the people that were leaving the tavern, such a logical thing to do. Wondering if here guards were still there, or were waiting outside, or just fled. The comment on her health were more of an insult, so silently angry said. ’Yes, is that a problem?’ Fay answered, keeping the sharp tones out as much as she could. Squeezing her eyes a little before they moved towards his arm, discovering the difference in skin on top of his hands. ’You don’t’ She spoke in the same tone, her eyes meeting up on the man again. Unsure where her comment would bring her, especially since his mood seemed to be worse than she had lived through before.
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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op wo jul 11, 2018 3:05 pm
.Avanti.
You got no strings on me

TThing had changed for Avanti, in his head. Strategics shifted, desires shifted … you would say that dragon beat him but maybe it was just the other way. Yet he felt reckless and reckless wasn’t his style. He felt like he could snap on the tiny differences, the wrong words. It wouldn’t make a difference, not even now she was here … the one he played, the one he manipulated. He remembered that moment she gave in to him, that she was the one willingly let him taste her blood. It didn’t matter now, he left his interest and visions in that cave. Where Faylice was secured by a status as the next in rule she was nothing now. So easily he could cast away his desires. He learned one big thing from Thriumph becoming a cult member .. you better did it yourself if you wanted to conquer.

The iceblue against that spark of purple, she didn’t look away under the threat he was carrying with him. Even back then he wasn’t this serious, it was like he left his old fashion humor and charm in those mountains to. She at least didn’t change much, he could hear her heart raise under the look he was providing. Almost he wanted to smile, such a satisfying one but it never came. Her guards stood down, a pity. His hunger was not to still these days, he needed the blood to heal faster and blood he would take. His fingers automatically curled on the thoughts. But just as easy as he got tempted, he lost the interest all together. The soft sound of a chair, of a woman walking out on the threat each step he made caused. He wanted to laugh, so badly over this, but the only things flashing through his eyes was the displeasure over her words. ‘Pity.’ It was hardly a word that came over his lips. She started looking, not for a way out but for an explanation why he was acting like this. She didn’t know what happened, here he was thinking she would be one of those key witnesses but she didn’t know what the dragon did. How it tore him apart, made his mind even more cold then it already was. That dragon made him hide for over four months and it didn’t do him any good but he wasn’t slowed down by it. He only wanted more.

Avanti didn’t had the patience for her to overlook the options, after all she should know there was no other option. His gaze grew more distance the longer she stood there and his eyes already fluttered to one of her guards. He wanted to make a mess, not necessarily of her but at least enough to give her that little one reminder. But just as he decided which one of the two guards it would be she started moving, to his big displeasure. He swallowed his rage, still standing aside the chair as he followed her always so graceful body over to him. She sat, being all confident while she wasn’t. Avanti looked back in the tavern, his presents in this matter already scarring most of the people out. They had the right … one wrong word out of her mouth and everything could change.

As he grabbed for the bottle whiskey with his good arm his comment wasn’t welcomed like he thought it would. He turned to his seat and let his body drop down rather … harsh, tired almost. ‘A little.’ He answered in honesty. He looked down to the bottle before taking a few sips, swallowing it while his dark eyes slowly traveled up to hers. ‘You sleep well?’ It was such a innocent question. But he knew; he knew that nightmares where the shadows of his body. He knew that everybody reminded him through the nights once he had claimed them. Such a poor soul as Faylice wouldn’t be any different, more the other way around, breaking her was probably the easiest thing he had done, even Delaney was harder to crack. But then she fired her observation back and Avanti his eyes froze before they shattered into his anger and slowly looked down to his hand. It was hard to see in the dim light. His fingers from his bad arm started playing with each other, stroking his dumb over the tips of his other fingers while he looked back to her. ‘Shouldn’t that concern you?’ He asked, not really the question, more rhetorical. ‘You don’t have any value anymore so you better think twice before talking, my current state doesn’t allow me to be picky over what I eat.’ In other words he was saying he could kill her here and now. In the corner of his eyes the bartender left his spot and hide in the backroom. ‘Four months,’ his finger landed back on the table, with a hard tud. ‘and you are the first one I encounter. Please enlighten me, how is your cowardly father doing these days?’ And that just contained all the anger he built up in the last few seconds. Here they all fled … because Thriumph couldn’t maintain his own country, or at least that was Avanti’s judgment.

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Re: When mountaindust fades [Faylice]

op wo jul 11, 2018 6:52 pm


She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

The next question that really came to Fay her mind was what really had happened. After Thriumph left Navarre, she had been free to go. And so she had done, taking her chances in Rhoynar and running away from the terrors in Navarre. But what had happened with the rest, was quite the question. What had happened to the man standing in front of her even more. Not so greatly out of care, not after what he had done to her, how he still terrorized her every single night. But more out of her interest of knowledge. She was the curious one, always had been and she always will have that little desire to know. Besides that, it could be an important one for her to plan further on, maybe, just maybe the lady could escape the mess she was in. Though, it would be escaping this tavern that really was on her mind for now.

So the ice blue irises watched, observed. Something that matched quite well with how much she was able to do at this moment. Her fear made sure she wouldn’t move without thinking over it for at least a couple of times. Which was a thing that annoyed her, because she simply couldn’t fight it. The longer she gazed at the man, the more Fay got through that this definitely wasn’t the best mood of Avanti. A thing that was most certainly not working in the advantage of Fay. It seemed like her luck had just ran out, and that happened way, way too soon for her liking. When the lady finally fought of one fear, or let the other win, she saw how his burning gaze shifted off towards one of her guards. Realising they were still standing there, seeing how the both of them had gotten uncomfortable. Unsure about what to do, and there was Fay who still had no idea either. At least she had the chance of saving them, even if it was the slightest.

Finally Fay sat down on the chair, almost relieved nothing had happened just yet. Maybe that was the goal she should aim for, be happy with every second nothing happened, every second everyone kept being unharmed. Every second she was still in the same condition she was now, though she had the strong feeling it wouldn’t take that long. The dark haired lady followed how he sat down as well, not the normal way. Normally it would look like just the normal conversation, apart from the weird atmosphere. Now it just felt bad, really, really bad. After the comment she straightened her back that little bit more, not wanting to touch the backrest. The comment back made her squeeze her eyes, but decided to keep her mouth shut about it. If it was up to her, she would’ve made a sassy comment about it, but given the mood that pressed down on her shoulders already, it would be better if she didn’t. Before she could really think about it, his next question came, so simple but so effective. Fay swallowed, before she let her soft voice roll off her lips. ’Pretty well, from time to time.’ She answered, to the truth. Only the time to time wasn’t in days or weeks, it were in hours and minutes. She slept well, until the nightmares came. But with that, she had adjusted herself somewhat to that difference in sleeping patterns.

But when her comment back, Fay her eyes saw those changes into his eyes. She saw the slight difference in the purple eyes. Her ice blue eyes travelled down towards the hand, following his seemingly angry gaze, observing the way his arm moved. The glare getting stuck with the small movements for a little longer, as she tried to unravel exactly anything that had happened to the hand. Which was a hard thing to do in the soft lighting the tavern had. ’It was just a mere observation.’ The lady pointed out after the next words from Avanti. Her eyes sliding back up. ’I’m nothing, I know that.’ Another little fact she laid down on the table, they both knew, and so her voice held a somewhat of a certainty. It made Fay almost wonder why she still sat there, on her own without a single scratch. The next words held some reason, following his finger towards the table again Fay slowly swallowed. Information, she guessed he was after, something she probably didn’t posses on the levels he’d want. ’What a privilege.’ The dark haired lady so sarcastically whispered. ’He is doing good, probably, somewhere.’ Fay, again, answered in honesty. She had heard more rumours than that, but she wasn’t that font of sharing just yet.
BY MITZI










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