RP Log with Jillia [In Progress]

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Who: Jillia and Frey
When: Sometime after his fight with Euram and Jillia's return
Where: The beach, sunset!
Warnings: Beware the emo >_> other than that, none for now. :)

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Ever since she returned from Highland, she remained disappointed and pathetic to a point to where she hadn't told Luca she returned. If anyone was more disappointed to return to see her old home ravished, it was Jillia. Now that she was back in Budehuc, she could finally stop thinking about the whole situation and try to relax.

It's not like Jowy was here, she felt a sensation through her nose and into her eyes but she hitched her breath and stopped herself. Jowy saw her as nothing more than a pawn.

She thought of dancing with him, but stopped herself.

In her demure, feminine way she walked in a direction towards once of her favourite places and saw someone sitting there.

Sigh.While she didn't really want to think about things, her mind decided that she could talk to the person there as he'd likely to approach her anyhow. The beautiful, but sad girl, approached him from the side and lowered her blue eyes to fixate on the words written in the sad and the man, who was probably near her age, sitting there

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Normally, he would have heard someone else coming. But normally he wasn't so wrapped up in his own thoughts. Frey looked up slowly from the names, to see a dark haired young lady. The way the light was catching her was striking enough that even he, normally fairly oblivious, noticed she was beautiful. It almost reminded him of the way Zerase had been beautiful, though she had been so intimidating it was hard to see her beauty

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Jillia quickly averted her blue eyes so they weren't so obviously placed on his face when he turned. The black haired girl was one who suffered silently, never opening her mouth to her issues and accepting what was left of her life, pretending it didn't mean much to anyone but her.

So she wouldn't seem intimidating, not that she was, she lowered herself so she was beside him so they were closer but she didn't sit on the ground. A proper lady never set on the ground like a dirty bum, she rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward a little. Tucking her dress beneath her a little, she set on her side with her legs folded.

"O-Oh, things here and there. I assure you, I do not want to burden you." She lowered her eyes a little more, keeping them from his face completely. "What is your name?"

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His vision was blurry enough he didn't notice; but he did notice that she didn't seem to want to look at him at first. He shrugged it off, assuming she was looking at his writing.

Frey waited until she was seated... feeling like he should have stood up. She had a presence about her that said her upbringing was not common. "Ah... forgive me for prying." He tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out by her clothes where she might be from. ... he honestly had no idea.

"Freyjadour Falenas... Frey, for short. May I ask what yours is?"

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Her heart felt like it stopped when he said his own name, she knew what it meant to be royalty. Her hand went to her chest and her eyes went to his face,"...It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Jillia.." She paused a moment, unsure if she wanted to say her first name,"...Blight." Jillia bit down on her lip, she moved her hand beside where he wrote Sialeeds and she wrote.

Father
Jowy

Granted, Jowy wasn't dead, but he was gone.

Seeing his name had hurt her,"I have people too." She raised her eyes to his face, trying to smile as lightly as she could.

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Frey knew from her expression she recognized it... he almost regretted saying his last name, but it felt wrong to deceive her even if it was just by omission. He didn't even bat an eyelash at her last name, more thinking that her first name was pretty.

"Likewise, Lady Jillia." He didn't know about the Blight's yet, he hadn't gotten that far in his history reading. But he did assume he was at the very least nobility by both her speech and clothes. His eyes shifted to watch her write in the sand and he felt a pang of hurt for her. He didn't know who this Jowy was, just as she didn't know Sialeeds, but Father struck home.

"I am sorry." He said... feeling his eyes water again. Now that he really didn't want to cry, it was harder to repress. His eyes reflected that he truly was sorry, too, and understood.

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Granted, her father wasn't her real father but he was the closest thing that she was going get as the other was not only a rapist, but a thief. The longer she looked at the name on the ground, the more she couldn't bare it and her hand went to the names and she put her hand over it to mess it.

The moment she thought she could erase them and she couldn't, she pursed her lips.

That's when she noticed that he didn't react to her name and she perked up like a wilted flower,"Oh, Lord Frey. It is truly nice to meet you." She bowed her head gently.

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Hey, all that matters is that they raised you as their own in his opinion. He watched her, eyes going from her face to her hand. While she spoke, he guided her hand away from the names for the time being. Maybe he was overstepping, but... he felt it was the right thing to do.

She looked prettier when she wasn't so sad. He couldn't help but smile at her. "Just Frey..." Frey said, looking thoughtful for a moment. "It is nice... I can tell that you--" his eyes flicked to the names and back, "... understand. Would you like to talk about it...?"

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How long had it been since someone touched her in a gentle way, she was so used to being ignored or just being rough-housed, it was surprising to be offered such a small kindness. She didn't have to deal with Seed's kind of cold disposition and temper or Luca's rough-housing.

It was easy for her to allow him to move her hand away, much easier than her doing it herself.

"Lo---Frey, it's hard to say. Nobody listens..." Jillia sighed.

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Since she hadn't reacted badly, he relaxed a bit and withdrew his hand once hers was away from the names. He had been watching her face to gauge her reaction, now he was just being attentive.

"No one?" Frey asked, finding that hard to believe... but at the same time, he understood. "I am willing to listen... if you can find the words." Encouraged the silver-haired youth. He also knew just how hard it could be to find words. The conversation with his mother about Sialeeds was just one example of that. His expression was open, despite the sadness lingering there.

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Jillia couldn't, in good conscious, tell him her troubles when they were not important to anyone but herself. Instead of trying to say something, she masked it with a smile and shook her head a little,"..It's all right, I would like to hear your words if you can find the strength." Jillia liked to soothe away pain as best as she could, something she tried frequently with her wild brother in times where he seemed uncontrollable.

Shifting a little, her right hand moved through her hair,"Please, do not be sad." Jillia took a deep inhale and exhaled it slowly.

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She reminded him of his mother at that moment... unwilling to part with her own problems easily. Maybe he could coax her into it by talking about his? He had never liked watching his mother keep everything inside, but he'd known she had Ferid to talk to. This girl... he got the feeling she didn't have anyone. Opening up... was definitely hard. But... it might be worth it

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Jillia was easy to talk to, she always listened regardless of the problem at the moment. Moving on her hands and knees she moved closer as she noticed his eyes watering. While she wasn't a mother or someone he really knew, she knew how powerful a simple affectionate gesture could be.

By the time he managed to finish his store, she moved her arms around him so the embrace was quiet and he could choose to embrace her back, should he feel like it. If Frey didn't want to do anything, he didn't have to and Jillia would do what she could to comfort him. "It is alright, Lord Frey." Jillia tried to comfort him as she did her brother.

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She was. Frey wasn't quite sure when she'd made her way close enough to touch him, but he was surprised into silence by the action. At first he was slightly stiff... but it only took a few moments for the silver haired prince to relax against her and embrace her back. It really was comforting... a simple gesture like that could say a thousand words.

Frey nodded slightly. "... thank you." He didn't even remember to tell her she didn't have to refer to him as a lord.

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Jillia's gentle hand rubbed the back of his head, stroking the white braid settled there. "I know you are very sad, Lord Frey. While the feelings never go away completely, I assure you that you will probably feel much better sooner or later." She spoke softly, to comfort him as he seemed to need some sort of a support system. Jillia was very much used to that role by now,"It's okay to be sad."

The black haired girl mothered him in a way, trying to keep him from feeling like he was all alone when he wasn't.

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For quite a few minutes, he didn't say anything... just nodded a bit and stayed where he was. It was a nice feeling, to be comforted like this, but at the same time he felt completely selfish. Frey pulled away though, to stare into her eyes somewhat curiously. His were red from being upset, but also seemed... less sad, somehow. He shifted a hand up to cup her face, hoping the gesture wasn't too much.

"You're right, Lady Jillia... and you have been more than kind to me. If you would like, you can tell me what makes you so sad as well."