18th BIRTHDAY, I DON'T FEEL A THING
HEY FIA, IT'S REALLY UNLIKELY YOU'LL READ THIS BUT HERE'S THE OUTLINE OF CHAPTER 4 I HAVE STILL LYING AROUND
Edit in 2020: Ohhh my god it has actually been almost 10 years. Fuck it, this is public now.
Skasaha had resisted the urge to scream when Rana was in his presence but it didn't help during his argument with the prince. Now all that was left was running. Time and time again he swore he wouldn't stray from his lord.
"Rana, Lady Edin is still protecting us even now. Do not grieve."
She's just a girl, Celice. She was the only one of us who had escaped that hell and yet you still expect her to be so poise by your words alone. But of course you're too much of a fucking saint to realize how deeply your oh so kind words slice.
He shook his head, amidst the sea's muggy fog. A sharp gasp of breath immediately brought his attention to farther out. His eyes caught strands of red that. The same figure from that afternoon. Rage began to build from one glance. When his eyes once again parted he found his way rushing towards it. "Do not come any closer." It was able to speak, but in vain as his words were ignored. Instead he was met by a force to his head and quickly pulled up by the collar. The man froze.
The dark haired Isaacian eventually turned away.
Always, always hesitating.
"Get away from here." The hooded man spoke after a long silence, roughly pulling himself free from the swordsman's grasp.
The sky rumbled. Skasaha attempted to form words but none would come out.
"Further ahead-" He paused to suppress coughs, "-is an ambush."
"Right, and of course I should listen to you! Because you would know…!"
"Only fool would not heed my words!" He raised his voice, reminiscent to a desperate tone.
Verdane
The combination of flesh and fabric was moving in almost perfect harmony with the light breeze blowing against the tall blades of grass near the stage. A hand pointed right, extending the index finger half way out before it was covered in a golden glow and soon covered in an orange material answering the call of the messenger. Another swift gust of air blew across the theater, with a stronger force behind it. The cue to leap into it was a shining light, which only added a bright shimmering to the jewelry the dancer wore. Long strands of hair flew up, and with the full motion of the angle, landed in time to catch the fabric and her breath. She closed her eyes and held her arms straight out while letting her hands rest with the fabric just above them for a brief pause before allowing herself to drop.
"Amid, go!"
He nearly missed. With great delicacy on the magician's part, his hand guided the wind in time to catch the girl up in float. The members of the troop clapped their hands as the dark haired woman dropped to her feet. As she began to lift herself up, a child replaced her. "Damn it; that was perfect!"
"Then what are you complaining about?" A man's voice asked nonchalant.
The dancer snapped at the plum-haired bard, "Boss wasn't here to see it, that's what!"
"Laeyla just wants to be praised," A smaller girl clasped her hands together and looked at bored wind mage messing around with pages scattered on the stage, "I wouldn't mind being praised once in a while either…"
The wind specialist did some arithmetic, concluding that he was uninterested in their conversation. Or that he was paying attention and this was his way of saying no. The smaller girl stuck her tongue out to him.
Laeyla giggled, "He's funny isn't he?"
Daisy crossed her arms, "There's nothing funny about that stick-in-the-mud."
"Ah but he's a real riot when he gets started. He says how he's destined for amazing things and that he'll surpass the power of a crusader!" The ludic man leaned against the stage with flute in hand pointing to the bored dead weight behind him, "Am I right, Darlene?"
"Oh shut-up. You're just as bad as he is!" The small framed girl rolled her eyes.
"Don't lump me with that fool! Aw, Darlene, it was a joke!"
"Quit teasing the girl, she might think you really hate her."
"Asaello!"
"Yo."
Edit in 2020: Ohhh my god it has actually been almost 10 years. Fuck it, this is public now.
Skasaha had resisted the urge to scream when Rana was in his presence but it didn't help during his argument with the prince. Now all that was left was running. Time and time again he swore he wouldn't stray from his lord.
"Rana, Lady Edin is still protecting us even now. Do not grieve."
She's just a girl, Celice. She was the only one of us who had escaped that hell and yet you still expect her to be so poise by your words alone. But of course you're too much of a fucking saint to realize how deeply your oh so kind words slice.
He shook his head, amidst the sea's muggy fog. A sharp gasp of breath immediately brought his attention to farther out. His eyes caught strands of red that. The same figure from that afternoon. Rage began to build from one glance. When his eyes once again parted he found his way rushing towards it. "Do not come any closer." It was able to speak, but in vain as his words were ignored. Instead he was met by a force to his head and quickly pulled up by the collar. The man froze.
The dark haired Isaacian eventually turned away.
Always, always hesitating.
"Get away from here." The hooded man spoke after a long silence, roughly pulling himself free from the swordsman's grasp.
The sky rumbled. Skasaha attempted to form words but none would come out.
"Further ahead-" He paused to suppress coughs, "-is an ambush."
"Right, and of course I should listen to you! Because you would know…!"
"Only fool would not heed my words!" He raised his voice, reminiscent to a desperate tone.
Verdane
The combination of flesh and fabric was moving in almost perfect harmony with the light breeze blowing against the tall blades of grass near the stage. A hand pointed right, extending the index finger half way out before it was covered in a golden glow and soon covered in an orange material answering the call of the messenger. Another swift gust of air blew across the theater, with a stronger force behind it. The cue to leap into it was a shining light, which only added a bright shimmering to the jewelry the dancer wore. Long strands of hair flew up, and with the full motion of the angle, landed in time to catch the fabric and her breath. She closed her eyes and held her arms straight out while letting her hands rest with the fabric just above them for a brief pause before allowing herself to drop.
"Amid, go!"
He nearly missed. With great delicacy on the magician's part, his hand guided the wind in time to catch the girl up in float. The members of the troop clapped their hands as the dark haired woman dropped to her feet. As she began to lift herself up, a child replaced her. "Damn it; that was perfect!"
"Then what are you complaining about?" A man's voice asked nonchalant.
The dancer snapped at the plum-haired bard, "Boss wasn't here to see it, that's what!"
"Laeyla just wants to be praised," A smaller girl clasped her hands together and looked at bored wind mage messing around with pages scattered on the stage, "I wouldn't mind being praised once in a while either…"
The wind specialist did some arithmetic, concluding that he was uninterested in their conversation. Or that he was paying attention and this was his way of saying no. The smaller girl stuck her tongue out to him.
Laeyla giggled, "He's funny isn't he?"
Daisy crossed her arms, "There's nothing funny about that stick-in-the-mud."
"Ah but he's a real riot when he gets started. He says how he's destined for amazing things and that he'll surpass the power of a crusader!" The ludic man leaned against the stage with flute in hand pointing to the bored dead weight behind him, "Am I right, Darlene?"
"Oh shut-up. You're just as bad as he is!" The small framed girl rolled her eyes.
"Don't lump me with that fool! Aw, Darlene, it was a joke!"
"Quit teasing the girl, she might think you really hate her."
"Asaello!"
"Yo."