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Continuation to the story..... |
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Raven stopped dead as arms snaked around her back, and a light kiss was planted on her forehead.
"Off to sleep already?" He asked, scooping her into his strong arms, and turning back around. He was in only his breeches, and she was pressed up against his bare chest.
"yes." She smiled. "Tomarrow will be a long day. A very long day. Everyone will have initial hangovers and other festival bruises and cuts."
((will add more later...writers block...))
 Raven Nevarmore · Wed Sep 14, 2005 @ 11:41pm · 0 Comments |
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Ugh, so many stupid things. "Come to the congressional.....blah....blah....blah." It's only 1,000,388 dollars. and then you still have to pay for your plane ticket! People are so stupid.
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Raven finished making the bed in her room just s she heard the door downstairs open and close. The guest bed was in the only bedroom there was, hers because she was not only the fourtune teller, but healer and apothacary as well.
She walked downstairs as Seraph set his cloth bag down.
"c'mon, bring it on up and put it on your bed." She called down the short flight of stairs to him. "And I'll get supper ready."
He nodded, heading up the stairs past her, and inding hte freshly made bed. He headed down the stair where she had a sparse meal of died meat, cheese and some bread out. Along wiht the tea they had just shared a bit ago. He noted the crushed cup was cleaned up and a thinner bandage was on her hand.
They ate their dinner in comfortable silence, and then Raven stood, heading up to her room, and got into her night shirt. She made her way back down, stoking the fire untill it was embers as he got into a night shirt as well.
she then made her way back up, and ran smack into Seraph's chest.
Raven Nevarmore · Wed Nov 24, 2004 @ 07:06pm · 0 Comments |
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Well tonight's the first few hours of my Thanksgiving break. Whee! In some ways this is a good thing. Giving me time to regroup about the Governors Honor's Program and all my other schoolwork. (AP U.s. history and the such.)
But in some ways it's bad, I'll be kind of isolated for five whole days because of all the work, I dunno I'll have to see what movies are out and get a bunch of people together to go see one!
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"why not?" His voice was flat, and serious now. "I want to know that if I can't know what."
He felt her hand trembling as he grabbed it again, wrapping his other around her shoulders. She wanted to pull away, but couldn't even if she had truly wanted to.
"It's one of those things I can't tell you how it happens. It goes against the code of our guild." she said calmly, though her body still shook. "I just can't it would alter things, I shouldnt be tell ing you not to participate, because that would do the same, but I couldn't stand silent. So, do what you like."
She let out a shuddering breath, and let him hold her, a single tear rolling down her face.
"I'm still going to compete." he told her, his mouth right next to her ear, his voice soft. "you can't change my mind on that."
"and I'll still come and watch." she sighed, resignedly. "as I always will."
He released her shoulders, and she turned back into the room. She hated how he could quell her anger and her emotions so simply, and leave her so calm. She used to be upset days on end, but now even when he wasn't trying he calmed her.
He stared at the wall she'd been standing in front of for a moment. She was the only person who could rile him up untill he thought he was actually going to start screaming. The only one. He'd always had perfect control of his emotions. He took a deep breath and turned around to face her again, she was nowhere in sight. He heard a thumping coming down the stairs, and noted her dragging downa large leather trunk.
"what is that for?" he asked, watching her open it.
"all my things." she said. "I need to start packing them up for the festival, my crystls and such down here in the more public part, incase those idiots coem in here drunk.
"I though tI was going to stay." Seraph said, a bit hurt.
"And you can, and I thank you for that, but if there are more then two or three even you will have to fight them dear. And no matter how careful you are some of these crystals may get broken and I can't afford that." She kissed him on the cheek as she reached around his side picking up a tray full of crystals.
She really didn't need to pack them up, this she knew, it was for something else, something else that she couldn't tell him about.
"I'll be back in a bit then, I'll go get my things." he said, oepning the door, it was dusk now, he was happy that he only lived down the street at the end of the city.
"I'll get a bed ready for you." she said, finishing putting the crystals away as he walked out of the door.
She then sat down and let the tears fall from her eyes for once, she made no noise, but let the tears stream down her face silently for a few moments. She then wiped her face, put the trunk and its new contents away and begain making her guest bed.
Raven Nevarmore · Tue Nov 23, 2004 @ 11:36pm · 0 Comments |
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Continued...
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"sure." Seraph answered, taking a cup from her as she poured another cup of tea.
She placed the teapot back on a table and stoked the fire. It was a cold day out for a festival, but it was the end of the harvesting season and things were dying down in terms of how busy they were. People had time now for festivities. Raven rubbed her arms underneath her dark green cotton shirt. it was long sleeved and bloused, gathered at her wrists and waist, belted over it as it went over her brown skirt, it had an old yellowed white apron over it. Her multiple braclets slid up and down the sleeves freely.
"so, you're staying the whole week here?" she asked, sitting back against a table leg. She had chairs, but she personally never used them, preferring the floor.
"Untill it's end, then I'll have to go back and gather my riding things." Serpah answered.
"for what you're not thinking of entering....." she trailed off. "no, somone dies every year!"
"yes, I am entering, the winnins will let me travel for two years after, without having to work." Seraph answered.
"no, please, please don't somone always dies, and there are people who train all year to participate, some of the nobles, this is all that they do all their lives is train for this race." Raven set her cup down, her face scrunched in some emotion that was not quite pain and not quite confusion. "I don't want to loose you."
"you won't. I'll be careful." He promised, touching her hand. "You know I will."
"I don't care how careful you are it's still dangerous!" Raven said, standing and turning around, away from him. "I've lost too many friends to other things. You're the last one in this town that I trust."
"why are you so opposed to my competing this year?" He asked, face a look of confusion. "last year you had no problem when I suggested the idea. Have you seen something?"
She didn't answer, just kept her back turned, her eyes closed as her hands went back to holding her teacup, gripping it now.
"have you?" he asked. "tell me an d I won't compete."
The teacup shattered. Raven jumped, wiping her hands on her apron, they were spattered with tea and blood.
"I can't tell you, it goes against my rules of prophecy. Never give advice without being asked. Never tell the person what they should do about it. Never exaggerte your skills and never tell anyone of an injury or death in their life." she replied to him, wringing her apron with her hands, one was still bleeding. She walked across the room, passing besides him, but never looking at him, taking out a roll of bandages, she begain to bandage her right hand, dropping the roll she was shaking so badly. He walked over to her taking the roll and her hand, finishing the job.
"what is wrong?" he asked. "tell me, or there's nothing I can do about it."
"I cant!" She screamed, ripping her hand away from him. "I just cant!"
Raven Nevarmore · Mon Nov 22, 2004 @ 11:34pm · 0 Comments |
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Pwhee! Alrightly then. I got this thing up and running, pretty neat. Well this is just a random place, I'llprobably write snippetss of stories, post character bios and the such.
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Weird.
Strange, pshychotic.
That was all she could think to describe them. The two people in fromt of her dancing. She couldn't get past the fact that the woman was tossing the man about. Her eyes were bugged out.
"Seraph." her eyebrows were knitted. "Isn't the guy supposed to be swinging the girl aorund like that?"
"But she's more masculine then he is." The tall man who stood next to her answered dryly.
She sniggered, covering her mouth with a hand that had dark brown patterns going up to the elbow. It marked her as a fourtune teller. She watched the odd dance in the street a moment more, and then turned back to what she had been doing, stringing a garland in her storefront. She had a pretty good business, she was reputeable, and never missed on a big prediction.
The garland fell. She scrubbed a hand through short brown hair.
"how 'n the world did you get this thing to stay up?" she asked Seraph. "it won't stay."
He laughed, picking up the thing, and tacking it to the wall with a hammer and nail. The girl glared at him.
"you didn't tell me you had the hammer and nails out." she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Raven." he said in disbelif. "You handed them to me. I'm assuming the street dancers confused you that much."
"I did. Oh! I did." Raven rememberd. "Yes, they did, this festival is certianly a strange time of year. Business should do well."
"For you." Seraph finished with the last nail. "Most people don't need things from a blacksmith during a festival, 'cept for barrels. And we've already gotten those made up. Five hundred of them for this blasted thing."
"Oh dear, all the drunks'll be out." Raven shook her head. "I don't know what I'll do if they come and ransack the shop again, last time it was horrible. Took me weeks to clean up the mess."
"I remember, the last festival was mad. They always are here." Seraph said, handing her back the hammer as they walked into her shop, it smelled of herbs and inscence. It was very bright for a fortune teller's shop and home, most kept them dark so as to use illusions. But she didn't use illusions and like the light alot. "I'll tell you what. I'll stay with you this week, I'm sure that they can do well at the forge witout me. They'll probably all be drunk themselves."
Raven turned, her face a mixture of question, hope and joy.
"that'll help alot." she said, putting up the hammer, and taking a pot of boiling water off of her stove, and pouring some of it into a teapot. "thank you, tea?"
to be continued......
Raven Nevarmore · Sun Nov 21, 2004 @ 10:30pm · 1 Comments |
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