(LOL omg I was going to do the same thing w/ Enigma, but she left so I cant =P)
Marcel felt a rush of relief as they sat down at the table, as then everyone turned back to each other, appearing to be engaged in conversation again. At least then, there would be no rude, open stares and people whispering to each other as they noticed their princess with a man that was strange to them. Not really caring what they thought, he reminded himself that he was here because of Allegra; he had promised to stay, and this was only taking the next step to bringing her with him when they went to sea. They still needed to ask Alexander for permission. "I wish that there were no people," he whispered back, his eyes glittering with affection for her as he lightly elbowed her arm, trying to make her cheer up.
His eyes trailed over to Daelen, and he saw that the boy was hanging his head, eyeing the bottle of alcohol in front of him. Hesitating, he wondered if he should snatch it out of his reach, then remembered that he was within his age to be able to drink. And it isn't my business, he thought, returning his attention to Allegra. Seeing her, and how beautiful she looked, made him all but forget Daelen and his girl trouble. All he could think about was what lay ahead of them, and how glad he was that she had come looking for him at the bookshop. That would have been a mistake that he would have regretted his whole life.
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Enigma let herself continue, her mind not really there as she stared at the ground in front of her. All she could think about was how hurt she felt, and how bad she felt for leaving. Her guilt bothered her, and irritated her. She shouldn't feel guilty. He was the one - Daelen... He should feel bad for what he had done. Silently she reached the edge of the city, staring down at the cliff that was close by, seeing how there was the sudden drop that led to the fields beyond. Closing her eyes, she took a step forward, her arms held out, palms facing upward as she enjoyed the piercing drops of water that hit her like ice against her skin.
"Heeeeeeey, girly," someone slurred from behind. Enigma's eyes narrowed to slits, and she turned around sharply to see five fat, ugly men standing there. They were obviously completely drunk, and a few of them hiccuped, belching loudly. Her lip curled in disgust, and she raised her head slightly higher.
"What you doin' out here alone?" one chimed in, his eyes glinting as he stared openly at her, eyes trailing down.
The leader - a fat man with a stained shirt, took a step forward. He looked and smelled like a pig, and she sniffed, eyes flashing. As he advanced towards her, little by little, she took a step back, aware of the cliff that she was so close to. Another step, and she could be right off...
"Why don't you come with us?" he asked, voice slurry and full of lust. "You can have a good time..."
"Don't talk to me as if I'm a whore," Enigma spat, her temper snapping as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides. It took all of her efforts not to advance and punch him. "I would rather die than sleep with any of you; you filthy worm." Her glare swept upon all of them, and obviously she seemed unafraid. On the outside.
Suddenly his goofy grin faded, and was replaced with a scowl. She had touched a nerve.
Marcel felt a rush of relief as they sat down at the table, as then everyone turned back to each other, appearing to be engaged in conversation again. At least then, there would be no rude, open stares and people whispering to each other as they noticed their princess with a man that was strange to them. Not really caring what they thought, he reminded himself that he was here because of Allegra; he had promised to stay, and this was only taking the next step to bringing her with him when they went to sea. They still needed to ask Alexander for permission. "I wish that there were no people," he whispered back, his eyes glittering with affection for her as he lightly elbowed her arm, trying to make her cheer up.
His eyes trailed over to Daelen, and he saw that the boy was hanging his head, eyeing the bottle of alcohol in front of him. Hesitating, he wondered if he should snatch it out of his reach, then remembered that he was within his age to be able to drink. And it isn't my business, he thought, returning his attention to Allegra. Seeing her, and how beautiful she looked, made him all but forget Daelen and his girl trouble. All he could think about was what lay ahead of them, and how glad he was that she had come looking for him at the bookshop. That would have been a mistake that he would have regretted his whole life.
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Enigma let herself continue, her mind not really there as she stared at the ground in front of her. All she could think about was how hurt she felt, and how bad she felt for leaving. Her guilt bothered her, and irritated her. She shouldn't feel guilty. He was the one - Daelen... He should feel bad for what he had done. Silently she reached the edge of the city, staring down at the cliff that was close by, seeing how there was the sudden drop that led to the fields beyond. Closing her eyes, she took a step forward, her arms held out, palms facing upward as she enjoyed the piercing drops of water that hit her like ice against her skin.
"Heeeeeeey, girly," someone slurred from behind. Enigma's eyes narrowed to slits, and she turned around sharply to see five fat, ugly men standing there. They were obviously completely drunk, and a few of them hiccuped, belching loudly. Her lip curled in disgust, and she raised her head slightly higher.
"What you doin' out here alone?" one chimed in, his eyes glinting as he stared openly at her, eyes trailing down.
The leader - a fat man with a stained shirt, took a step forward. He looked and smelled like a pig, and she sniffed, eyes flashing. As he advanced towards her, little by little, she took a step back, aware of the cliff that she was so close to. Another step, and she could be right off...
"Why don't you come with us?" he asked, voice slurry and full of lust. "You can have a good time..."
"Don't talk to me as if I'm a whore," Enigma spat, her temper snapping as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides. It took all of her efforts not to advance and punch him. "I would rather die than sleep with any of you; you filthy worm." Her glare swept upon all of them, and obviously she seemed unafraid. On the outside.
Suddenly his goofy grin faded, and was replaced with a scowl. She had touched a nerve.