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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 9, 2011 23:46:19 GMT -5
Ashemir's face still remained neutral as she told the story. "But you were young. They have to forgive you for that. They wouldn't have given you a temporary exile unless they thought you could learn from it." At her offer, his brows rose in shock, finally shattering the mask he wore. He might have taken it up... before he remembered that he had indirectly wronged her. Then... maybe her knowing where he lived wouldn't be such a good idea, either. "We'll see... but thank you," he smiled slightly.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 9, 2011 23:50:32 GMT -5
Analisia smiled and nodded. "Yes, I suppose they wouldnt have. Guess I just have to wait and see. As for my offer, it will continue to stand as long as we are friends. And maybe I could show you a few anti-vampire tricks." She winks, then stares at Ashemir's smile. "Why do you act so serious all the time? Honestly... I have only heard you laugh maybe twice? Why take life so seriously? Especially when you have so much time on your hands... It is better when you have fun with it, do whatever you can just for the sake of doing it." She looks up into his eyes again, her own expressing her curiosity.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 10, 2011 4:02:22 GMT -5
Ashemir's smile vanished almost immediately when Analisia opened up her question. He wasn't too sure, himself. And how could he hope to pin it on one problem? Between the still-open wound of his grief, the repercussions of deteriorating morality when killing was a necessary part of living, holing himself up and away from people, even other vampires, for what had to be an entire lifetime-- Dear God, he was a mess....
"...Maybe the problem is that I have too much time on my hands. When you only have so many years, you cherish the time. When you have an indefinite amount, it becomes easier to turn ungrateful; you focus on misfortune in life than anything else."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 10, 2011 9:00:00 GMT -5
Analisia nodded thoughtfully, she understood that too much time on one's hand led directly down the road to depression. She herself had been much the same way until recently. "Well them, perhaps it is about time that you hung out with us more... lively folk for a little, just to remind you that the little things still matter in life, or whatever you call what you have." She smiles brightly again, then looks down at her stomach, where a large red splotch stained her loose shirt. "Well that is disgusting." She says with a small chuckle, then looks up to Ashemir, wondering if wereblood affected him in the least. It would be interesting to see his reaction to the blood at the very least. She had never met a hungry vampire and talked to him for much longer than to say, 'die'.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 10, 2011 19:06:17 GMT -5
"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully. Oh, he smelled the blood, alright. He was just doing his best to keep it from showing on his face. Not to mention that trying to hold down a wereanimal to feed was probably one of the stupidest ideas in the history of ever. "Quite..." he agreed with her statement, picking up the notebook and quill. "Well... it's been nice talking to you, but I should probably get back to where I'm staying."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 10, 2011 19:12:35 GMT -5
Analisia nodded and stood up, smiling softly while she held one hand to her stomach to try covering up the stain. "It really has been a pleasure, maybe I can drop in and see you one day. Perhaps not." She leaned over to give Ashemir a small hug, using only the arm that was free from her stomach. "I am glad to have you as a friend Ashemir." She whispered softly then pulled away and smiled again. "Can't wait until the next time that we run into each other." She said dryly, then turned to leave.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 10, 2011 19:20:52 GMT -5
And tell her where Seriah lived? Absolutely not. Ashemir hugged one-armedly as well, while the other held his things to him, and he nodded as she called him friend, even though that guilty sensation was crushing his chest again. Well... Analisia would never have to know. If they killed Yeszlin and buried her out of the way, no one would ever know.... The blonde managed to not shake with the thought, "I'll see you again later." When the werewolf left, Ashemir started down the street, where he'd turn in a complete square down two bustling alleyways to lose anyone behind him before returning to Seriah's house. He didn't think she would tail him, but... just in case.
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