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Post by Arwen on Jun 12, 2004 22:40:50 GMT -5
Erados mumbled under his breath. "Why would he summon me now? Besides, I can't go. There would be no seat. Fine, then, I will go to a different room..." he sighed. "Erasmus, my good fellow, tell my father that I shall be elsewhere tonight. Try, oh, say Atele-avele. I give in, lady. There, have your room." "Ugh..." he grumbled, " I need a good drink." He sighed, then went back into his chambers, changing into more common attire and a nice cloak, then taking off towards the stables.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 13, 2004 0:10:58 GMT -5
Tiire fell back on the bed, Hands on face, legs hanging limply over the side. She had had a headache for hours and this whole thing.. including certain pompus elves that dont know when to leave two people alone in their own room, much less tell those people to vacate said room...
Oh bother them all.... I need a drink.
Her thoughts almost mirroring said pompus elf's words. Although... it occured to her that a drink wouldent help her headache, of which was spawned from weeks on the road, on a huge ucomfortable horse, in the middle of an army.
"Bah, maybe I was better of back at the army camp... three minutes back here and my headaches increased ten fold..."
Her words where spoken softly, slipping past her lips without her heed. As if just to piss said half-elf off, at the moment she said this moonlight shed through the window and glinted on her spider-armor.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 14, 2004 9:18:43 GMT -5
Silas rolled his eyes again, grumbling under his breath as Erados began away. Drunkard elf. He always regretted it after the fact, so why did he do it? Not like he couldn't help it.
Truthfully, it hadn't mattered to him if they were in a different room. But Tiire, well, she was not one he wished to anger or annoy, for who knew what her words or thoughts would be next?
"Erasmus--" he had tried in a vain attempt to cut her off as she spoke. But as he managed the moonlight glinting off the armour in his peripheral(sp) vision, he brought in a hissing breath through his teeth and closed the door a bit more, then moved in front of the doorway. All cloaked as the pain of the door biting into his leg, and then a quick stumble. It was not the best of acting of course, and if Erasmus had seen it before he moved... Or if he recognized the play of trying to conceal something...
Suddenly, he sighed and stepped outside the door, flashing a half-glare back to the woman before shutting it and turning to the half-elf/Anor. There, out of sight, but in hearing range (even if he were to whisper, he was certain she'd hear, so he decided to speak aloud), he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them, they held an emotion near unreadable. It was thoughtful, and managed to hold all his mix of emotions beneath.
"Erasmus... Erasmus, my friend... I have only to ask that... well, that Tiire is left alone... well, and myself. Look... You know she hasn't been around for the last few weeks-- well, more, but you understand, correct? But would you please just... go? I really don't mean to be rude, I don't... She's not the Tiire any of us knew originally, and she's changed a great deal since she left. I'm trying to get used to it... And if I can't, I'm not sure if anyone can... Would you just do as Erados asked, please? I'm sorry, Erasmus..."
((Silas really is trying not to be rude. And he's absolutely insane right now. XD))
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Post by Tiire on Jun 14, 2004 10:05:45 GMT -5
Tiire listened to his words as she sat up. She knew he would really try to get used to her, but that was not what she wanted. He loved her before,people cared for her before... now she wasa stranger to all.
Quietly and quickly the gil threw on some clothing and her weapons, (dagger and two scimitars) then slid out the window without a word, scalinging down the terrace and landing on the ground without the slightest thud.
The half-elven gil looked up at the window for a split second. It had beeen nice to be back, for a while. Feelings where found and decided between the one she loved, even if it was not she of whome he truley cared about.
But she had so warned him of her tendancy for action, and now, after only half a day, the aquardness of elves was pushing her away from this familiar place. She leaped onto the back of her horse and galloped away.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 14, 2004 14:49:08 GMT -5
But she was to be interupted. After all... Avalbane wouldn't allow her to escape too quickly, now would they?
Thus came the bay mare, gliding out of nowhere, straight across the path of Tiire's warhorse. "Lady Tiire!" cried the voice known to be Dima's, though he was cloaked and hooded in forest green, allowing no vision of his form or face. "And what doth a young woman do, climbing out her window and onto her horse, then away after less than a few hours back in the land of the elves, of which her blood is half?"
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Post by Elladan on Jun 14, 2004 19:55:51 GMT -5
Erados and his mare came to the side of Dima's mare at light trot, haulting in front of Tiire. Erados was meddling with the brooch of his cloak, tossing the hood back in its proper place. He had obviously just put it on.
He glared at Tiire, but pity took him. His heart, however, was still tainted with the slightest bit of bitterness, which would never go away. It was a scar from memory.
" I gave you your room, now what is the matter?"
He spoke with slight kindness, glancing back at Dima.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 16, 2004 17:38:41 GMT -5
She glared at the two of them, a glare that would make dos whimper and roll over. But at the same time her heart was racing, and her stomach nausious, the only words running through her head where:
gotta run away, gotta go, gotta get out of here...
She reeled her horse back and looked at them helplessly, then stated in a pitiful voice,
"He does not understand! I dont belong here! I was made for the open roads and he for the hearth, I must leave... there is to much..."
She struggled for a word, her voice now sturdy and as calm as possible,
"Too much emotion here... to much love and kindness. Surley one of you understands. I must flee before it is too late... for... somthing... I dont know. But this is not the life for me and I know it. Better Silas forgets me."
Tiire moved to go around the two elves and on her way, the horse already picking itself up into a trot.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 16, 2004 21:30:19 GMT -5
"He cannot forget you, Lady Tiire! Do not destroy him with memory!" he shouted direly, eyes scanning around, sorrow swelling in him. He paused, then turned to Dima. "I cannot let this happen. She will scar him. Can she possibly imagine? No, perhaps not. Well, what can I do? I am nothing to women." He sighed, then turned the horse, bringing her to a walk down the path.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 16, 2004 22:34:34 GMT -5
"Erados, I cannot stay. Can one such as you understand the trappings upon which I am bound? this has nothing to do with my gender, this has everything to do with my own inability to deal with the way Silas is treating me! the way you all treat me... you pity me, I see it in your eyes! I see it in his.
I cannot deal with it. I am weak."
She bucked her heels against her horses flanks, the great stallion cantering away, hopfully and yet not hopefully forever.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 16, 2004 22:51:23 GMT -5
Dima had begun to speak in reply to Erados as Tiire nudged her stallion into a canter again. He rolled his eyes and pushed his mare into a full out gallop, pulling up in front of her again.
"Lady Tiire, I echoe Erados' words! As one of Silas' closest friends, I know full well that he will not forget you! You cannot expect to leave just like that. It is what you did last time... You don't know what you did to him! You cannot return for a few hours and then leave forever! He loves you with everything-- I have seen his gazes at you! And I have seen the way he is when you are not here."
His eyes were something quite near pleading. Perhaps one would have trouble discovering why... It didn't concern him, so why was he so much so? Ah, but he only wished the best for his friend and Tiire. And he knew she wanted to be with him-- despite the 'weakness'.
"Tiire... I knew you before you said a word when we met in Atele Avele the first time you were in the land. And I know that you are not weak. You are a strong woman Tiire... That is in you for sure. And I love you for that as a friend, just as Silas loves you for that as... a lover. Frankly, if I know Silas, it is safe to say that one of the reasons he loves you is this exact fire... This strength..."
A pause, and then softly,
"Go back to him, Tiire."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 16, 2004 22:59:14 GMT -5
She stopped, slid numbly down from the horse, her next words whispered as she gazed upon Dima's face, eyes sad,
"I dont think I can... it is not distance, for we a re a mere minute ride from eachother... I do not think I can deal with him. He is... we are so different. He does not understand me, and it his his trying to understand that makes me angry at him."
Her face hardened slightly, the sadness not completly gone,
"I have... a hard time dealing with my emotions, Dima. Perhaps one day you will hear why... perhaps you do not care."
She shrugged, sighing,
"I get... closterphobic around to much emotion, like somone is strangling me... but the feeling comes from my gut, not my neck. I get nautious and sick, and I have to get out of there! it gets worse every time. So I isolate myself... to protect people from possibly caring for me.
I know you are probably right, he wont forget, but is it not possible he will put my memory behind?"
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Post by Arwen on Jun 16, 2004 23:10:10 GMT -5
"He will not," he replied in a slightly irate manner... But his voice still held the same odd sadness-- who knew what it was held the most for. But it was not a moment before he launched into something quite near a growl.
"And have you not seen his emotion sways today, Tiire? I entered the citadel just after you... and I watched the exchange between yourself, Silas, and that Drowish fellow friend of yours. You're lucky his emotions were not brought higher than that though!"
He had been going somewhere with that, but either lost track or decided not to go on.
"You're too late to protect people from caring for you now, Tiire. You were too late the first time you spoke with him in the orchards. You were too late the first time we spoke in the tavern. And you were too late when you decided to return. Now he cares more than he ever has. He wants to know who you really are... It doesn't matter, as he will love you all the same, but he still wants to know... And if you care for him in the least, you will let him know who you are. He can change... And he will, if it means loving you. And he does, thus he will."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 16, 2004 23:13:57 GMT -5
"You speak words of wisdom known only to those who have true experience, my friend. I..."
She blinked, the feeling of nausia, a feeling she had almost just forgotten, swept over her in a wave, and she fell to the ground at Dima's feet, completely blacked out.
Perhaps this was more serious than one might think.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 16, 2004 23:29:03 GMT -5
He planned on catching her-- but he'd been mounting his bay mare again, expecting her to either return, or continue running. He wasn't going to lecture any more, even if she asked for his words.
As she hit the ground though, he bent as a reflex and placed a hand gently against her cheek momentarily before lifting her easily from the ground and cradling her in his arms, then turning back to the citadel-- only to find Silas stopping directly in front of him.
When the man had reentered the room to find Tiire gone, then gazed out the window to find the terrace plants disturbed, he'd known she planned running away again. And the same horse he'd ridden back to the citadel in the first place had silently approached, unnoticed by either, thus bringing Silas to watch sadly as his friend lifted Tiire from the ground. His eyes were mournfull, brows pulled down, as well as the corners of his lips.
"You should have let her go... Shouldn't have stopped her... She doesn't want this, Dima. She hates the way I love her-- hates the way anyone cares even in the least bit. Is it not obvious? I don't want her to go, but if it makes her happy... Put her down again and leave her here. When she comes to, she can leave. I don't care anymore."
"You know that's not true, Silas. You care very much. You want with everything you have for her to stay-- and if she doesn't, there's no telling what you'll do."
"I'll go on with my life." With that, he turned, and walked sadly back to his ride, mounted, and disappeared into the night, back to the citadel.
Dima only glanced back down at Tiire, still in his arms, and examined her face, poor creature, before turning back in the same direction, abandoning both mounts as to carry her back. He could not leave her on the hard, cold ground in the middle of a field. If Silas wanted her to leave, he could allow her leave when she came to... after sleeping in a bed.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 16, 2004 23:42:10 GMT -5
In a dream....[/b]
She was standing in a field of emerald, everything was blurry. She was happy... someting good had happened. In the waist high grass she danced in circles, a soft sun warming her face....
Tiire murmured somthing softly, eyebrows narrowing in her sleep but a soft smile on her face,
suddenly a ball came bouncing towards her... she was standing on water... a water that supported her weight and the weight of the ball, unmoving yet moving ripples formed where the ball bounced, and Tiire cought it, looking in a circle for the owner.
her face relaxed into a passive state
as she turned she saw herself, as a child. The child was reaching for the ball. But how, Tiire thought, how do I give this toy back to what is only a mirror? She bounced the balll over to the mirror... but it turned into a shadow, a dark shadow in the form of what might have been a man, perhaps somthing else that was humanoid. It enveloped the child.
The mirror snapped.
Her face looked even more troubled, and the feverish girl, (she now conducted a high fever) clutched herself to Dimas chest, burrying her face in the crook of his neck, even as she slept.
Back in the feild. She wore a long dress of elvish make, it was pretty and slender, with many layers in the skirts. On her head she wore a bonnet, like all the other noble women of the court. She was sitting this time, and accross from her sat Silas, happy and content, a smile on his face. All was well...
But no, everything I am in so much rice pudding that I can't see over that beanpole!tered, there was darkness, all darkness... she was naked in a pool of blood, blood born from the deaths of thousands of innocence.... her blood...
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Post by Arwen on Jun 17, 2004 0:06:11 GMT -5
Dima did nothing in reply to Tiire's movements and expressions. The only movements he made before entry to the room she'd been in were to adjust her weight in his arms once, and lean over her, pressing his cheek to her burning forehead momentarily.
A few minutes later, back in her room, he lay her gently on the four-poster bed, and began to remove the weapons from their sheathes and lay them on the floor beside the bed. This done, he stepped backwards a moment, turned, thought better of it, and took a seat in a chair pulled up beside the bed.
Again, he thought better of his action, and moved to the washbasin, poured cool water over a cloth, wrung it out, and then returned and lay it gently across the woman's forehead.
With this, he seated himself again, placing his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands, and leaning his chin thoughtfully on them-- only to be interupted again.
Silas had opened the door and headed straight for the abandoned spider-armour... And his eyes widened as he took notice of Dima sitting alongside Tiire on the bed. His eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you to--"
"You know you didn't want that, Silas. She's feverish... and having nightmares. She needs care right now, no matter what you seem to be playing off to believe. And you are no elf or man if you truly planned to leave her out there in her condition. You knew I was going to bring her back. And you wanted to find her in here."
Silas could do naught but be silent for a moment, adam's apple bobbing about wildly, a muscle in either cheek twitching as his temples throbbed. Dima stood, glared at him for a moment, and then left the room.
Which left Silas to stand just a moment more, then practically collapse onto the edge of the bed. His hands found hers... One ran along her shoulder, the other brushed her neck. And he finally lay his arm across her torso, half leaning over her, perfectly still... despite the pain that quickly came to his back and neck, he stayed in that position.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 17, 2004 19:36:59 GMT -5
Tiire thrashed in her sleep, feaver hitting a peak and refusing to go down. she moaned as gasped in horror and pain... unseen pain, unknown pain to any that watched ehr face with the pity wraught from knowing that they could do nothign to help.
"brother... brother what are you doing... get away! mama! MAMA HELP ME!!
her words echoed throughout the room... her voice was almost like that of a childs, and indeed it seemed as if her horror of a nightmare was a memory of her past, a past so long ago put to the back of her mind scince it happened.
But inside the child still screamed at night, as she did now.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 19, 2004 20:25:06 GMT -5
He was forced at that, to admit to himself that it broke his heart to see her in such a state. He hated it for her-- yet still did not pity her. Only hated what she had to go through. He wished he could pull her out of it, but what was there to do? Wake her? She needed sleep, however nightmareish it was. And of course he knew full well what she was dreaming of. It didn't take a genius or high council member to figure out what it was, if they knew what had happened in her childhood.
"Tiire... Come back to me Tiire," he managed in the harshest of whispers, more of a plead with himself than with her. He didn't want to wake her from her sleep, though he didn't want her to be in pain either. "I hate this, Tiire... I really do... Please don't do this... I can't see you like this... You can control your dreams Tiire! Control it, love... Please, you must..."
In the middle of his quiet ramblings, Dima had entered with a vial. "For the fever," he whispered, tapping Silas on the shoulder and handing it to him. "Just pour it over the cloth on her head. The aroma should hopefully help some. Just pray it does."
Silas smiled slightly in response, and leaned forward a bit more, pouring a few drops of the liquid over the cloth. Then, instead of taking his position half leaning over her again, he pulled his legs up under him and lay down on his side, taking hold of her arms and holding them down gently with the arm previously over her mid-section, stroking her hair gently with the other hand.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 20, 2004 18:44:25 GMT -5
Tiire called out, struggling as if somthing... somone... was holding her down. She cried out for her mother, twisting her head away from an unknown mouth.
"No...."
she whimpered, then lay still, shuddering and moaning softly, her hand gripping Silas's convulsivly.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 20, 2004 19:15:46 GMT -5
Well, reliving the whole matter was far too much for the elf. As she gripped his hand in the convulsive manner, he gripped hers back, then held her close a moment before grief managed to take him over.
"Tiire!" he rasped, suddenly shaking her and sitting up half way again, a hand on either of her arms. "Tiire, wake up... Wake up Tiire..."
His voice was forced, harsh, rasping. He couldn't bear to watch her go through this... this was horrible! And knowing what she was going through exactly-- what the dream was about, just made it that much harder for him to bear the pain she was going through.
He continued to shake her, then patted her cheek with one hand before going back to his gentle shaking, murmering soothingly at times, painfully at others.
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