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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 16, 2011 17:21:41 GMT -5
(I haven't posted for a while because my 'ooc information' radar was off the charts and bugging me. Plus, Vieko wasn't displaying any nervous feelings during the meeting.)
"Pfft," Ashemir sounded. "You could never tell when I was about to snap," he remarked. But he supposed he'd let Draven have a moment to feel important. The blonde didn't know how well he'd get along with Raphael anyway. The young man seemed to know when to shut up, so it seemed that everything would be fine if they brushed each other again. But the spy had hardly said or did anything during the meeting, perfectly appropriate for his status, so any other assumption would be making things up. "Marrus is a psychotic batshit motherfucker. I would think that his actions are rather unpredictable, other than you know that he's going to do something malevolent from the start." Marrus was probably a bad example for the 'slightest feeling' category. And it would probably be bad to bring up that Draven almost got killed off by Marrus last time, wouldn't it?
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 19, 2011 17:27:23 GMT -5
Draven was feeling a bit better at this point, able to think clearly and wide awake for a change. Now that his initial irritation was gone (along with its cause, Malcolm), he gave Ashemir a smirk before his next comment even left his mouth. Thinking it might actually be fun to get Ashemir going before he left was something Draven was banking on. "Yes, but if you snapped, what would be the difference from any other time?" he teased, smile growing. "Not that I'd like you to snap, anyways. You're much too cute when you're not going around killing dozens of your own kind. Though, I suppose, you'd probably be even more attractive if you were." He chuckled and his smile turned up higher on one side than the other. He ignored the talk about Marrus. He didn't feel like dealing with the thoughts of his brother and how he would have to take care of him at some point. There was a lot to do to get him ready to fight his brother... Healing was already underway but he'd definitely need to disappear for awhile and train himself up to be bettery ready. He stifled a sigh and continued to watch Ashemir, waiting for whatever reaction he got. He had an underlying feeling that Ashemir was probably going to walk out.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 21, 2011 3:43:53 GMT -5
Fucking Draven and his fucking smirk! But when he spoke, Ashemir arched a brow, having the feeling that Draven was on a different page than him. At first, he thought Draven might be crazy, or crazier than usual depending how he wanted to look at it, then his brows narrowed when that stupid word 'cute' was tossed around again. Then at the last part of Draven's sentence, a look of utter uncomfortable confusion crossed his face. ...What?
Well, Draven might give a point to himself, because the blonde got up from the bed and made his way to the door. In utter silence, too, that was a first.
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 10, 2011 17:08:00 GMT -5
By the gods, Draven had silenced Ashemir without meaning to. Head tilted to one side, he watched the blonde cross the room to the door, his brows furrowed together but his smirk still the same. How had he managed this one? Did Ashemir think he was serious? He hoped not... He wasn't that insane. "You're leaving then?" he asked, attempting to break the silence before it drove him up a wall. "I really do hope you know I wasn't being serious. Cute as you are, I doubt seeing you kill another vampire would make me feel very attracted." He raised a brow and sighed, turning away. He supposed it was time for the other to leave and find Seriah anyways... Even if he wanted to be a part of the action, there was no way. "See you later then..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on May 13, 2011 6:45:40 GMT -5
Ashemir was half-way out the door, where he paused and placed a hand on the doorframe, and then rested the side of his head on his hand tiredly. "I don't know what the hell you want anymore, Draven. I guess it's refreshing to know your intentions so I don't have to have my wits about me like I have to be with Seriah, but what you do and what you say are conflicting, and I can't tell when you're honest or teasing me. But it's not just you; all sorts of people that I've met act strangely, and it just doesn't make sense sometimes. I don't understand people. I just want to go home."
"I'll see you after the battle," he said, taking his hand off the doorframe and leaving the room.
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 14, 2011 18:02:27 GMT -5
Draven nodded his head even though he knew Ashemir couldn't see the gesture. He sighed to himself and sat there, staring into space. He knew he was conflicting. He wasn't like he was before. When he was younger, he was so much more thoughtful and wise about things. Now he acted like a child that wanted to pick a fight all the time. Oh well... He would attempt to explain himself after the battle. That was, if Ashemir returned and he wasn't found hiding here in his injured state. "Wish you could have seen me before," he muttered, wondering subconsciously if Ashemir would hear him. "I think we might have gotten along better then."
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Post by Draven Hunter on May 14, 2011 18:02:43 GMT -5
End?
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