*right as rain (c)

[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. Snip. Snip. Snip. The wing was silent save for the snipping of scissors. The morning was bright despite the gathering storm clouds and the room was filled with the floral smell of the lilac Olivia had gathered at dawn; an otherwise typical morning. It was rare she found herself with nothing to do but with her father down below tending to the servants who'd come down with a rather chesty cold her hands were free to do as they pleased. Adjusting the clay mug on the windowsill she smiled happily at the burst of colour. Working here had it's drawbacks the main being homesickness. They all felt it; parents, siblings, wives, husbands, children and it didn't seem to get any less painful as the year went on but she wasn't alone in hoping that the war would end soon. Gathering up her clippings she tossed them away down the chute as she cleared the room in small steps "another day, Gaius" he'd been there for several days and Elias nor Olivia could work out what was wrong. The old man had lost his wife in the spring and his health had declined since. Livia, an old romantic with ideas of her own, was firm in her belief that it was a broken heart but her father had reminded her, quite sternly in fact, and in all his years he'd never once come across anything of the sort. He'd tutted over it, rolled his eyes, muttered something that sounded like 'silly girl' but she still believed it so but nevertheless even without knowing the pair had worked together to keep him as comfortable as possible even if they had to slip him strong measures of spirits occasionally. She wiped his brow carefully with a cooling cloth paying special attention to keep it from dripping in his eyes and found herself wondering yet again if she was right. Liv shook her head "silly girl" she repeated her father's words placing the cloth back into the dish and tucking him in with the coarse blankets they had to offer. Another day indeed but another day she helped and for that she was grateful. There was so much take in the world it seemed only right to give back and she was happy to do so as long as her efforts weren't in vain. Sure, she lost plenty but she saved plenty too and that kept her going even if people dashing her ideas dampened her spirits. Olivia looked around again at the stone walls hands finding themselves in the front pocket of her work wear "just you, me, an empty bed and birds who sing no matter who's waging war below them. Just the way we like it" positivity would always be key to survival. Smiling at little at her words she sat herself down on the tiny space on the table that wasn't covered with mortars and pestles only to pick up a sprig of lavender. Her favourite. tag: ryan words: idunno template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Dear goddess, ever since Sam had left the White Castle and said that he was off to mourn for his parents he felt that he had missed the darkness. The people there weren't clingy and smiling and so he didn't have to be back, however, that proved to be difficult once he had nearly stumbled across Queen Panthea's new virgin that she had planned to sacrifice. He was found complaining to anyone who would be willing to listen to him when he had found that he wasn't supposed to be around her because of her purpose.. apparently he would jump the chance her got. How foolish! 'That's not fair! All I want is to get to know those- I mean that- I mean her,' he shook his head and smacked himself for the thought. Stupid, Thea would kill him if she found out about it. But still, it didn't stop him from trying- asking, bribing, he even pretended to be a servant- it didn't work out that well, the guards knew him a little too well, much to his chagrin. How silly of them! If only they knew that he had connections with Thea, they would be at his feet.. well.. if he could tell her, after all, lusting after a virgin wouldn't be something that made her happy, would it? Sliding off the horse, he inspected the flowers that he had gotten, traveling early in the morning to a neutral village, then asking for something pretty and colorful that could soothe a busy soul. He had returned in the afternoon- with flowers that were claimed to be 'Valley of Paradise'. He wasn't much of a flower person, but it did look nice. He continued to toss and turn the flowers in all directions as he entered the fortress, letting go of the stems tied together to fluff his hair and spike it up as much as possible. Making his way to where he knew she had worked, he suddenly realized there was a problem that he had to overcome to see her- he wasn't injured. Blinking, he stopped at the corner and stared at the edge where the two walls meet, desperately trying to think of something that could take the cake without injuring himself too much. He could always ask, but with all the weapons that hung about the walls and were shoved into sleeves and shelves of the bookcases and drawers, they may mistake his intentions into something more serious. And one wouldn't want an injured Sam returning back to the white castle after a fairly innocent walk to his parent's grave, questions would arise and complications would appear and trouble would rear it's hideous head in front of him with a pretty ugly sneer on its face. Glancing at the flowers, he turned and looked at the guards heading his way. Oh goddess, if he was going to see her, he was going to have to think of something fast. And that was all he needed as he shoved the flowers into his face and inhaled like he was out of oxygen. Pulling it back out, he proceeded to sneeze violently, his body going backwards, hitting the guard walking behind him before bouncing forward, his forehead connecting with the edge of the wall that had stars appearing in front of his eyes. Blearily, he muttered something and fell backwards, dazed. 'I-uh.. need- aid,' he muttered, standing up with all the dignity he could muster and heading into the room, bouncing along the wall for support as the blood poured out form the head wound. The guard that he had collided with snort before pushing him into the room where the medic usually was. He fell forward, tripped over his leg and collapsed on the floor, his head spinning. The flowers, miraculously, remained clutched between his hands as he sat up. 'I- uh... ' looking at the figure in the corner, he quickly changed what he was about to say. '.. Just wanted to show these flowers what true and real beauty is,' he finished quickly holding out the flower with a seemingly lost expression on his face, still bleeding and bloody. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. It started. The rhythmic pitter patter of rain on the windowpanes the customary soundtrack for the days spent living in the hellish fortress. Their Queen had made it so; dark, gloomy, rain with a high probability of thunder, lightning and cut-throat winds. Keep the minions as miserable as possible and their spirits down in the sopping wet dirt they had to trek over if a horse wasn't available to them. Charming. Flipping the sprig every which way she sighed putting it back down to grind up later. There was no fun in having nothing to do and only so many songs she could hum along to before even they got a little tiresome. It never used to be this way. Servants would come to them, they'd talk, banter occasionally but now Elias was told to go to them, deal with them alone, and Olivia almost felt as if that was the point entirely... that is that she was to be left alone, kept away from people as much as possible. Naturally she couldn't be sure after all she'd never heard words to that effect from anyone but she couldn't help wondering. Tapping her hands on her knees she looked around again as if expecting something to be different, something that she could get her hands dirty over but just like before there was nothing. Just a broken hearted man fast asleep in a wooden cot and a table littered with natural resources she'd put to good use later on in the day. She could've stoked the fire but that would mean using wood and they only have a small allowance per day instead she slipped herself off the table and rubbed her hands on her apron. Smelling strongly of lavender and the delicate scent of chamomile both from her inability to keep her hands off her sprigs, a need for a sleeping draft she'd made up in the night, the nutty smell of dogwood from the flowers in her flaxen braid tied it all together. The people she saw often commented on the calming effect she had on them but she knew it was nothing to do with herself more the things she interacted with on a day-to-day basis. Tightening the ribbons holding up her sleeves she fussed around more adjusting jars, moving books from one shelf to another, stacking paper, unrolling and re-rolling long strips of material and gauze; generally proving how fussy she could be when there was no proper work to be done but it didn't last long. Liv was used to people coming in and out of the wing grunting, gasping, panting, crying (girls and strapping men alike) at all hours of the day and night but they never had she seen such an entrance. She'd already rushed to his aid but couldn't quite get to him before he hit the ground in a spectacular smile. Had he not been gushing blood all over her floor she'd have smiled at the odd way he'd tripped up and fallen but blood certainly killed all comedy. Kneeling, her hands flustered about his face not in the least bit worried of getting blood on her hands "those brutes! Did they do this?" She'd always blame them. The guards - most of them at least- were as rough as could be and the thought that they weren't to blame didn't cross her mind. Looking up and away from his face toward the doorway as the usual patrol walked across she narrowed her eyes. Olivia had never been the most assertive but with the narrow of her eyes came reprimanding words "you're nothing more than common street thugs!" She'd have wagged her finger at them if it wouldn't have been in vain; they ignored her and carried on as they were without so much as a raised brow. Shaking her head she replied to his earlier words "beauty is the eye of the beholder" of course she was flattered, the blush on her face was there to prove it, but she was never one to reply to pick-up lines how she should have "your flowers could outshine any face this land has to offer" offering a smile to go with her words she pulled a handkerchief out of her front pocket and wiped at the blood above his eye. It would do nothing for the bleed but remove any intrusion into his vision. Calendula as an antiseptic and to keep the inflammation down, comfrey to speed healing, aloe to soothe and snake jasmine to numb it if it was deep enough to require stitching. Her mind went over like it usually did listing off certain things she had to hand and most importantly already crushed and made up. Timing was key if she wanted to spare her sheets from being soiled. Holding his arm to help him stand if he needed it she looked him over despite the red painting his face he was, for want of another word, pretty not at all like the ruggedly handsome horse-riding illiterates that came to and from the kingdom to swear alliance "better to sit by a fire than in a cold doorway. You'll be as right as rain in no time" funny was rain ever right? Silly sayings even silly of her to openly look him over. tag: ryan words: 882 template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Of course, if anyone who was a sorcerer had any common sense inside of them, healing the wound would have been easy- it was a simple spell that just laced the skin back other, stanching the wound, and though his cut was shallow, it was deep (thank goddess it wasn't enough to leave a scar). However, Sam, when it came for something pretty like her, didn't have any. It usually was off scampering about, chasing tail just like he was. But shh- hopefully she wouldn't have to find out that he could heal himself, and hopefully she wouldn't send him packing out the door. If he played his cards right, she wouldn't even have to know what his job was- he was but a... a what? A servant! Oh yeah, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That would work, wouldn't it? But should she lie to him? What if she was interested in a lowly servant? Then again, if she wasn't fond of Thea, then telling her what he did for her wouldn't exactly get him into her good graces, would it? He blinked, dazed (his head still spinning) as she run over to his body, sprawled on the floor (still holding out the flowers for her). He closed his eyes as she moved her hands to his face, inspecting the damage. However, he was quick to defend the guard, seeing as it was only fair since the mad was only doing what came naturally- pushing people away when they suddenly ram themselves into him. One hand quickly moved upwards, fingers grasping her thin wrist as he let out a gasp and a small wince at the touch. 'Ah- No, don't blame them, I ran into them,' he muttered sheepishly. Of course, that was only half the truth, he couldn't find himself to really lie- but for the sake of the pride that was deeply shoved into the back of his head, he couldn't tell her that he nearly clogged his nose to see her. 'Unknown strehgth, you, I would have done the same- just the location was off.. I'm feeling great, how are you feeling? Is your day as perfect as you look?' he blabbed, seeing stars blink around her figure. Look at that, even the stars don't seem to match with her looks, he absently thought, looking at her closely, even squinting to perfect his vision again. He quickly glanced at the flowers for a moment before scoffing suddenly. 'They say beauty is what's on the inside- compared to them, you're like angel the Gods and Goddess had sent so we know what real beauty is.. however they tried to kill me- I don't want them,' he declared, handing it over to her without sparing it a second thought. Having an excuse to be in her arms, he took the chance and accepted her offer to help him up, following her over to the fire thoughtfully. 'So, this saving grace that fate has given to me,' he started ever so casually, quick to bounce back to being the same Sam. '... do I get a name to match that face?' he inquired, peering at her as he sat down. He smirked at her wandering eye casually, arching a brow pointedly in her direction before returning the favor and giving her a once over also. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. Luckily for him Olivia didn't have a clue who or what he was and she didn't make a habit of being suspicious over who walked or stumbled into the wing. The God of luck certainly favoured him with the blonde. Doe eyes blinked at his words - so they weren't to blame? Her blush flared up a little more though she wasn't going to apologise. They'd likely do something else somewhere along the line that would call for a telling off and nobody would give it to them now they had it ready. Coyly she uttered a very simple "they need to work on their aim when they shove people off. Stones walls aren't suitable targets" pushing his hair aside she bit her lip at the wince "sorry." Stitches weren't required just a clean up, something to keep it from swelling and infection free; an otherwise simple job. Liv smirked slightly at the quick turn around as he babbled on "my day was otherwise peaceful until a certain gentleman stumbled through my door but even now I really can't complain" the only thing she could about was the stone under her knees. The floor wasn't designed for comfort and the thin layer shielding skin from stone wasn't nearly as cushy enough for her bony knees. Who was this man full of so many lines? Had she not been who she was she'd have tripped over herself at the sound of them but what she knew nothing about had the, she assumed, desired effect. Her cheeks were pink and warming at each word he spoke. Silly Olivia, silly girl, she had to get hold of her senses before they started running away with her. She was no angel, there were fairer faces than the one she had, how hard had he hit is head? The blonde shook her head "I'm no angel" no, but her brain had gone somewhere else and left her with a mushy mass between her ears for sure. Looking to the flowers she took them without a fuss "you're too kind, thank you, but I can't say I'd want flowers that would want you dead" and yet she still took them and already planned to put them in pride of place on her windowsill before she opened her mouth to speak. Kindness was rare sight to be seen and even rarer toward her but he'd shown it. Odd. Helping him up and over to sit down she turned her back to replace her flowers with a bowl and water. Again, she dipped her head bashfully with a smile - would he ever not give her an excuse to smile around him? - "a name?" She looked over her shoulder "Olivia my friends call me Liv though; I like that better and it's easier to remember" she nodded thoughtfully at least it wasn't Viv. Ugh how she hated the name her grandmother called her. It reminded her so much of an old maid serving behind a bar common as muck with brash rouge on her cheeks - everything she wasn't and her grandmother was. Wicked woman! Despite being a kind hearted girl Olivia wished the worst on the elderly woman after all she'd put her mother through as a child "or Livia I suppose that's not so bad either" she mused out loud wringing out the cloth. Wiping over his face (the water being slightly above room temperature) she cleaned his face off and the gash as lightly as possible "one name but lots of nicknames from it. Lucky, huh?" Grinning to cover up how flustered she was at being caught out looking him over she recovered quickly "how about yours? Or shouldn't I ask? People don't really like being quizzed, do they?" Only the ones with stuff to hide like the spies and snakes Panthea had working for her. Dipping her cloth into the bowl again to wash out the blood she couldn't help herself "I've never seen you around here before. New to town? Or just visiting?" tag: ryan words: 668 template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Outside, he was bloody and being mopped up, she probably pitied him for looking like a wreak, he wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case. However, inside, he was floating- he was on the clouds dancing around the fluff and thanking the God of Luck due to her reaction to his lines- oh good, at least she hadn't smacked him and told him to hush up so she could work (it wouldn't have been the first time, though it was the first time he purposely injured himself for aid). However, he could muster up some energy to laugh at her comment before shaking his head, leaning forward slightly. His eyes remained on her intently as she grinned shyly. 'Don't be sorry, just watching you seems to ease all the pain inside,' he murmured quietly, one sides of his lips twitching upwards. 'Oh, since you're fixing me up proper, I just wanted to mention that Lona sends a message- she wants you to return my heart back to me,' he added not a second later, giving her a sage nod in all seriousness. He couldn't help himself, the way the rosy colors of her cheeks darkened, spreading outwards in such a deliriously pretty way. It was working well, or maybe she had no experiences with lines before, she was, after all, a virgin. But he wouldn't lie and deceive her, unless she's asking back her job- he would have to there. Chuckling, he shook his head. 'No such thing, eh? Well, I'd say not even Hurna could make a potion or spell for beauty that could compare to your natural one-' he gave her a playful wink, paired with an informative nod, the movement echoing in his head over and over. Grinning as he let go of the flowers, he shrugged. 'I know, they aren't very nice to me, but maybe they will adore you and will always stay by your side during your darkest times,' he uttered casually, giving her a serious look, whether she picked up on it or not, he wasn't referring to the flowers. He knew how horrible the fortress could be, when he first entered the place, seeking a job, he thought he was going to die before he even got to meet the Queen herself. No doubt it must be hard for her to. Blinking, he nodded. 'Liv, such a common name for such a uncommon beauty,' he commented, lean to the side against his seat as he watched. 'I'll call you anything you want me to,' he murmured with a lazy smile in her direction. Shaking his head slowly, he shrugged. 'I'm here on business, just visiting... call me Ash,' he introduced with a bow. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. Good heavens if a simple smile could ease pain she'd have shown hers off more but she'd always been a very smiley person even in the trying times of her life. Her hand paused on his face before she lowered it as he leaned in that same coy smile on her lips. Her blushing was starting to fade until he spoke again and within seconds it was back as bright and vibrant as it had been before "as you're so privy to Lona's messages I'd be ever so grateful if you'd tell her that while I respect her I'd like to keep it for as long as possible" ah how blissful innocence was "that is unless you want it back?" Letting the cloth stay in the bowl she placed it on the table happy, for now, that his face was as clean as it could be. Pushing her hair back behind her ear she picked up a pot but didn't immediately remove the lid rather let her eyes settle on the old man snoring softly. For the first time pity clouded her eyes and she shook her head making her own mental note to toss more wood into the fire. If she got into trouble for it so be it she was the one in charge until her father got back, right? Right. Definitely right. With a soft laugh she shook her head lightly unscrewing the lid. If Hurna wanted natural beauty all she had to do was pluck a girl from the middle of nowhere. Olivia could still recall the time she spent using her father's hunting knife to clean the mud out from under her nails "late nights and early mornings; the beauty you speak of is the bump to the head talking" she smirked a little at her own words Olivia looked down - she knew of the dark times he'd hinted at - finger picking up some of the off white cream in the pot "hopefully" she nodded but added onto it trying to pick up whatever mood they'd been sharing "but while I still have people around me such as yourself the flowers are just a bonus for me to admire" it was true despite her intentions in saying it. As awful as it was being trapped behind the walls there was always someone, sometimes unexpected, around to pick up the day. With one hand holding his hair back again she dabbed at the wound softly unable to do very much if it stung until it numbed. Her face said it all, really, there wasn't much need for an apology but nonetheless she offered one again. "I've never liked formalities much you know so Liv suits me perfectly" flashing another smile down at him "well, Ash, you're a brave one for coming here" she complimented "you don't seem the least bit afraid whereas fear seizes me often" Livia had no qualms about confessing her feelings on the fortress but she didn't need to explain further. Telling him why she was so afraid would do nothing for either of them save for a chill that would eagerly run up her spine at the slightest mention of what went on below. Capping the pot and putting it back down she flicked her hair back a second time "I have a feeling I'll be sad to see you leave here" she pursed her lips in thought before lowering herself to kiss his forehead. tag: ryan words: 569 template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Sam grinned, completely smitten with her reaction at that. Of course he would, because he was the one instigating that emotion that coursed through her cheeks, giving them color, life, and emotion. When he had saw her for the first time, she looked so upset and scared, and he pitied her. He knew that not everyone had liked Panthea like he did- by free will, some where threatened and given the other choice of death, but unlike them, she didn't have to like Thea or not, her fate was sealed with Death, no words or begging can possibly change that- and that was something he hated. He hated not being in control of something, not able to change who someone is and what destiny waits at the end of their last breath- Liv was so sweet, so beautiful, so real; and she won't live for another two months. He watched her work with a small sparkle in his eyes, his attention completely captivated by the female that never seemed to be able to sit still. He wished he could just use magic to heal the wound just so she could sit with him for a moment and talk- but that wouldn't work, the guards would pull him out faster then he could open his mouth. He chuckled softly before suddenly opening laughing. 'It's my heart- I would say, no matter how wonderful the Goddess is, can control what I want to do with it,' he mused, dipping his head in a half nod, his eyes on her as he spoke. '...you can keep it forever, in your hands to shape and control, treat it well, yeah?' he grinned. 'Ah, ask me tomorrow what I think of you, ask the day after, ask me in the next full moon, or the next time we cross- and I swear by the blood that has been spilled during this war that the answer shall always remain the same,' he leaned forward. Of course, if he had to run into something to see her, the bump would become permanently fixated on his head- but hey, the answer will still be the same. He had known that when he had glimpsed her on the first time he laid his steel gray eyes on her. He was sure of it. There was no changing something when Sam believed it to be true. It's already a fact in his head, and no words she could say would change that. The corners of his lips twitched into a frown, however he was silent for a moment. 'Brave huh? I wouldn't say I'm brave, I just know what I want- and only Death can stop me from getting it,' he murmured quietly. He wouldn't say he was brave, he was bold sometimes, he was stupid, but it was all means to get what he wants. And he wanted Thea to win- not that she was going to know that. One hand reached up and wrapped itself around her wrist, stopping her to dabbing the cloth against his wound for a moment. The moment her lips touched his skin, it burned, searing- and he winced slightly, knowing that they wouldn't get an further then that. He reached one hand up and slowly moved to the back of her neck, keeping her head bowed as he tilted his head and straightened up, their foreheads touching. 'Not as sad as I will be,' he promised softly. 'Don't be afraid, be strong, I'll-' he suddenly broke off and slipped his hands from the back of her neck, letting go of his wrist, panic settling in. He wasn't stupid, he couldn't just what was on his mind to her, lest he wanted to be the next one dragged to the chambers, a visit to an angry Thea would be his last. He couldn't try to pull a wool over her eyes, not when he was in her own fortress- her ears were embedded into the wall. Pulling away, suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her hand, the one holding her cloth and dabbed the wounds a little faster. 'I'm not that fragile,' he joked softly, giving her a small smile again. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. If only she knew about the death sentence hanging above her head like everyone else did but even if she did what could she have done? Run? She wouldn't have gotten very far. The Fortress was heavily guarded and she hadn't the skill required to pass off a lie. She could've played it casually, mentioned that their stores were running low and she needed to gather more but her eyes would show her fear. Her mother often likened her to an open book; spread apart pages and text exposed for all who wished to see. She couldn't dispute her words but better to be open than shriveled up and closed off to everyone in her opinion still her mind seemingly worked differently than the people who inhabited here which wouldn't have surprised her in the least after all they lacked everything else. Smiling she nodded "I'll treat it as if it were my own and no less" nobody could deny their banter was sweet but it was wrong, very wrong and could easily cost them more than the price Thea had already set - he knew it, she didn't; if she had she would've put a stop to it before it had started instead, unknowing to her own fate, she continued talking and replying giving him utmost attention. Olivia winced ever so slightly at the mention of the blood that had been spilled already. While the war was at the forefront of everyone's mind - at least the ones that paid attention - people tried their best to avoid thinking about all the lives that had already been lost to a cause birthed of scorn and revenge. Livia could've easily have sided with Thea had she not be as cruel as she was and could see exactly where she was coming from. Having three siblings herself she knew very well how rivalry worked and bickered with her own sisters over various different things but she'd never raise a hand to smite them for it if she didn't get her own way..then again Olivia and Panthea were two different types of people. More dabbling, more cream, and more attention all in an effort to avoid answering him. How could she? Or rather how could she without stuttering her way through "then I pity the women who'll throw themselves at your feet in future or do you use that line a lot?" Her words teasing and her wink more so she was grateful their bantering was back to the way it was. They had plenty of time in their lives to take and hint at this god awful war. Shrugging she held the cloth between her hands "brave, determined; both fit you well but the fact remains it takes someone valorous to come here. Our Queen.." how could she word it "our Queen.." she frowned, chewing on the side of her cheek "looking at her the wrong way is a punishable offense. Everyone knows it whether they work here or not and for someone to come here, with that in mind, and not feel even the smallest measure of fear is brave. I, and many others, couldn't. I stand by what I said; you're a brave one" but very stupid for doing business with her was what she wanted to finish on but she liked her head on her shoulders and speaking her mind more than she already had would be the start of her well on her way to losing it. Her declaration of being sad to see him go seemed simple enough and she didn't expect anything to happen but her gasp stayed behind her lips as he grabbed her wrist. Figuring she'd hurt him again she thought nothing of it and waited for him to tell her the words she expected and yet he didn't but, in several small moves, she found herself held still and skin to skin with him. She looked perplexed yet while he spoke clearly she didn't take much notice of it. Afraid? Strong? What? He made no sense "I don't understand" his words nor the hope for half a second that he'd close the gap between them. Silly girl. She stood stupid as he pulled back and moved her hand until she shook her head pulling her hand away "no," the smile wasn't cutting it "you advise me yet..do you know something?" tag: ryan words: 726 template by eliza @ shadowplay

[ash]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Sam grinned at her. 'I believe you,' he murmured simply, unable to help himself. While she may have stayed away from him from the very beginning, he couldn't. He wasn't the type to really resist temptation when it passed by, he was indecisive, he never really knew what he wanted until the last moment. While during the few days that he had been at the fortress, he knew that he wanted to risk it- just say 'forget it' just to spite and see her; but he knew the consequences, and that pulled him back a little. And even now, he wasn't sure if he should leave while he could, or just stay and deal with the aftermath of his actions later. Of course, being of weak at heart, he couldn't resist himself when he responded back to him- one more line- he would promise, right after her reply, and yet he couldn't pull himself away for the longest time now. He was on borrowed time, time that he wasn't even supposed to have, with her. 'Though, I also believe I'm at a disadvantage, you have mine, and yet what do I have but a name?' he questioned with a short chuckle, arching a brow at her. A name was all he needed- because a name was all he could ever have that belonged to her. He laughed at her. She was right, he did use a lot of line on anyone he thought he could be with for the night- or the even the hour. However, he had never wanted to be with her more then with anyone else. It could be the idea that he couldn't have her, and the fact that he was weak of heart that brought himself into their current predicament, but still- he wouldn't lie, if he thought someone was special, he meant it. She seemed a little innocent, but he found it refreshing, no one really believed in true love at a time like this anymore, they had other things on their minds. 'Ah, that's alright, I'll just have to retrace my steps and sweep up the shattered fragments of their heart left in my wake- so many beautiful and eligible women and ladies to court, but I'll say no, someones taken my heart so I can't give them something I don't have' he declared boldly, giving her an informative nod. 'Of course not,' he uttered, looking mockingly horrified at the suggestion. 'I rarely use the same line twice- besides, I only give out lines to those who deserve it,' he informed her. He shrugged absently, determinedly staring at the wall behind her. 'Put it that way, I sound more like a fool then a business man-' he muttered under his breath. But that was what he was, wasn't he? A fool? What if one days the lies he had spun caught him up? Would Thea help him out? She was the only Queen in his eyes, but he doubted she would pull anything strings to save him. As long as he remained useful, then she gave him what he needed or what he desired- but if not, his fate would be similar to hers, if not worse. His orbs flickered back to her, bordering on spilling everything, lying, denying, and hesitation. He was silent for the longest time, or so it seemed to him. Chewing his lip pensively he finally took a breath. 'I know a lot of things, secrets, you could say,' he finally confessed to her. 'However, none of them are mine for me to share to you- and the ones I can... well, it would mean nothing to you.' NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me. Looking down she bit her lip to hide her smile, a smile she'd so bravely showed before, "you.." laughing she shook her head not about to say what she wanted to say "you've made my morning and for that you have my eternal gratitude." Keeping her thoughts to herself was the only safe option. She didn't want to appear the naive girl she really was nor did she want to come across as the biggest sap to have graced the earth since time began. Secretly, she had a feeling he knew what he'd done to her, he seemed the type to suss people out within the first few minutes, why should she have been any different? Still she was grateful, that wasn't a lie, it had been a long time since she'd had a chance to flirt so innocently and he'd gone way beyond that. Wanted; that was defiantly a good way to describe it but not quite. Despite his words Olivia doubted meeting him again as bandy as he was she didn't perceive him to be a clumsy fellow and that would be the only reason he'd walk through her door but, however in vain, she did hope that he would if only to talk with him. Brushing about his hair she tidied it up a little unable to keep her hands still. If she could ever confess a pet peeve about herself that probably would've been it. She had to touch things, fuss about, move, tweak, adjust. Her hands had to be busy, she had to be busy. She couldn't sit still here the whole building set her on edge but that was the point, wasn't it? Never let people feel at ease. Grinning at his laugh she noted for the first time just how appealing it was nothing at all like the guffawing that sounded from the halls and shrugged her shoulders as if brushing her words off as nothing. In turn she laughed herself "and you sound so sincere when you say it too... those poor women" looking down she shook her head tucking her cloth away into her apron. Holding back another teasing response she replied solemnly "well I'm flattered you found me to be worthy of such lines" even if they'd been used before they hadn't on her and likely wouldn't be again at least from his lips but she didn't think someone else could pull them off quite as well as he did anyway not that he didn't know that "and if we should ever meet again I think I'll have to use several on you perhaps not with the same skill but nevertheless you should prepare yourself" oh, Olivia, if only you knew that your innocence was endearing and you didn't need to bother. People always wanted what they couldn't have and when they did they got burned for doing it oddly enough though she had a strange feeling that even if she got burned she'd still flirt, if not more, with the same flame. "Not a fool. I see fools and you, Ash, are no fool unless you have a few magic tricks up your sleeve? How about.." she made a point of stepping back to look at his feet "no, you don't seem to have bells attached" muttered or not she still heard him. If anything from what she knew the only fools here were the ones strutting around following the Queen's orders like darling lapdogs eager for another pet on the head like the big eared boy she adored so very much. She loved Efrain, they'd been friends since she'd started, but he followed around his 'mistress' like a lovesick puppy and near bounced around down the halls whenever she'd given him something to do (not that she never did. She'd be the death of him either by beating or working him into the ground.) Livia looked him over again, from the looking away, to the looking back, to the way he chewed his lip tenderly, she took it all in "or so you assume" she wouldn't press it, something inside her told her not to, instead she stepped back further away from him "there's nothing more I can do for your head I'm afraid" she spoke looking toward the doorway "I'd say a week or two but if you can keep it clean maybe less" nodding to finish she looked back at him "stay safe, Ash, the Gods can only do so much and these are dangerous times. It's been an honour meeting you" Ugh goodbyes! How she hated them. tag: ryan words: 761 template by eliza @ shadowplay

[ash]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] NOW IS THE TIME, NOW IS THE HOUR, I AM THE MAGIC, I AM THE POWER → ALL I NEED IS ONE STAR, WISH FOR YOU, EVERY NIGHT Sam arched a brow and leaned forward with a grin. 'Me? I'm? 'You....' he paused and trailed off, as if waiting for her to continue what she was going to say. When she didn't however, he took the chance to finish it off himself. '... is the most amazing boy in the world?' he smirked. '... the most handsome person you've ever come across?' he gave out a nod, as if considering his words. 'Ah, I should give up heaven because it has got to be a sin to look this good,' he ran his hand through his hair quickly, as if emphasizing the point. With a chuckle and shook his head. 'No, it's you who've made my morning, and there's no way I could really express my gratitude,' he corrected quickly, reaching out to take her hand, pulling the back of it over to his mouth before he pressed a light kiss against the back of her skin, his gray eyes lowered, but still looking at her face as he did so. As he let go, he gave her a second cheeky grin, which faded into slightly concern. He wasn't sure why, but he took her untying her hair as a secret message that his hair was askew, and if there was one thing Sam didn't like, that would be his hair messed up. Reaching up with both hands, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to coat it back to its usual style before dropping his hands again, looking mildly satisfied. At the thought of her using lines on him, a small chuckle escaped his lip. He would look forward to it, no doubt.'They must be devastated, had they made a move earlier, but nope- it's too late now, I do hope they find someone special,' he nodded sadly and leaned forward, feigning a dazed and dreamy look on his face, trying to imitating a woman who sits by the window waiting for her lost love. Blinking and turning to look at her, he nodded. 'I can't wait- I'm sure you'll impress me with your lines,' he declared. 'I should brace myself or else I may believe you and fall madly in love with you,' he said jokingly with a wink in her direction. 'You're already a thief, let's hope you're not a deceiver too,' he uttered, despite the words, the grin on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes said he was just teasing her so, only because he loved drawing her reactions out when he said such things. With a scoff, he shook his head. 'If that is what you say, I believe you, I'm glad you think so highly of me,' he considered, tilting his head to the side as he watched her step back and mumble something under her breath. He cocked a brow but said nothing as she looked back to him, already bidding him farewell. Already the pit was settling into his stomach. Had it been that long since he had ran into the wall? Time flies by much faster with her then he had for the last few days- he already regretted his words. He would had told her if he could, he would have, but it wasn't his place to say, and he had to keep his mouth shut. With a low sigh, he stood, stepping over to her with a small smile. 'I hope the Gods and Goddess look after you too, for you deserve more then just being here as an aid,' he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek before turning around and departing slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. He hoped Thea was somewhat forgiving after their talk at the temple. NOTES

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