by Wilte » Mon Jan 07, 2013 4:46 am
Roland's ear twitched at the stirrings of some movement just behind him, causing him to once again pause. For a moment, as attention swiveled to the source of this almost noiseless disruption of the silence in the camp, he tilted his head slightly. Ah, so he had awakened Tenshi after all. Postponing his other duties in favor of this one, Roland headed back towards the fae, a noticeable liveliness in his step. He'd regained his pleasing expression, making it seem that the Brute was genuinely happy to see her. His smile returned at once upon closing the gap between them enough so that they would be able to speak.
"Miss Tenshi?" He addressed her quietly, but in a friendly way, almost with the same hesitancy as before. His voice, to a one unfamiliar with it, was young and smooth, and as if every word was spoken with importance. It was one of his more defining features, but seldom recognized by those receiving it.
Roland lowered his head in politeness, his tail reacting in a similar way. Seeing that the fae had taken to hiding her face, he immediately wondered why; feeling a stroke of pity touch him lightly. Yes, it may be so that he was needed, here. Presently, he let the notion of his former duties fade completely from his mind.
Casually approaching her once more, her ambled towards her as if approaching an old friend, until he was nearly right beside her. He was careful to make sure that his own eyes radiated kindness, and little more. Perhaps a hint of concern in there as well.
"Are you feeling well today, Miss Tenshi?" He addressed her again in this former gesture. It was one of the only things that stood out in contrast to his rather casual, laid-back approach. Still, it was spoken in the art of the latter, as if not to be easily given away.
-----------〚If love is what you need, then a soldier I will be.〛-----------
Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
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