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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 24, 2011 18:31:13 GMT -5
Fucking ass. Ashemir looked at Brenthor coolly, "Of course, once the council is assembled, any sort of importance will be justified." Would Brenthor be on that council? He hoped not. If the fat man was, he might just have to stay on principle.
Ashemir rolled his eyes when Draven whined to him about needing to leave. Did words hurt that much? Oh well. "I'll probably be in my chambers, or the library." Although he wasn't sure why he answered.
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 25, 2011 21:38:44 GMT -5
"I'll see you in the library sometime then," Draven whispered, leaning back and watching Brenthor. Now he would just watch and wait. There was nothing more to do but ensure the fat man didn't try anything. Draven didn't trust him and so he wasn't going to leave Ashemir here alone just incase.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on May 27, 2011 15:47:06 GMT -5
"I suppose it will," Brenthor replied in a dry voice. "Now if you excuse me, I certainly wasn't walking down this hall to associate with you. I was going somewhere." He moved forward to go past them, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at them both. They'd have to be taking care of... He'd make sure of it.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 27, 2011 16:39:32 GMT -5
Why the hell was Draven just standing there? It was bad enough that Brenthor though he was weak for it, but did Draven really think that he couldn't handle a fledgling. Ashemir seethed inwardly, about to wave the bronze-eyed vampire off before Brenthor went and left anyway. The blonde just seethed even more, feeling weak and embarrassed. The hell he was going to the library later; Draven could just stay there by himself if he was just going to chase away fucking everyone else that the blonde talked to. He turned away, storming back towards his chambers.
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 29, 2011 22:02:55 GMT -5
Draven wanted to beat his head on a wall. While he had only been trying to be an equal stance beside Ashemir, he felt the blonde saw it more as him acting as protector. And that had to have pissed the other off because he stormed off in such a manner than Draven felt almost sick. He sighed to himself and watched Ashemir leave, ignoring Brenthor's presense completely, as if the fat bastard had never been there in the first place. What a day this had been... He would love to hide away now, just disappear until someone came looking for him. But he couldn't do that. No, that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, he followed Ashemir until he walked beside the blonde again. "What did I do wrong this time?" he asked, quietly, holding himself back from looking at the other vampire.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 30, 2011 2:18:51 GMT -5
The fact that Draven was now following him almost made his guts spontaneously combust with rage. What did he do wrong this time? Oh, he'd tell him what he did wrong this time. "You said you were going to leave, but you just stood there. It wouldn't have been so bad, if it wasn't completely obvious that you were ready to shred Brenthor to pieces at a fucking drop of the hat. If you're going to leave, then leave. It feels like I can't talk to anyone anymore when you're around, because you keep chasing people off that annoy you even a little bit, and you insist on staying next to me, like now. Give me some God damn space, Draven, especially in a war of words. I don't press up behind your back when you're fighting someone, so don't press up behind mine when I'm just chatting with someone else."
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 30, 2011 12:07:09 GMT -5
"Excuse me..." It was all Draven said at that moment. It was all he could think to say. He halted where he was, turned away, and lowered his head slightly. He never got anything right it seemed. With a shrug, he started to walk, a slow, rather put-out pace expressing how he felt at the moment. Now he was certain he would go to his own room and stay there until summoned. Without another glance over his shoulder, he disappeared down the corridor that led to his own room, soon slipping inside the dark chamber and letting the door shut quietly behind him.
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