[action - August 8th]imatreenowAugust 9 2011, 07:48:09 UTC
[It's pretty late at night when Mithos finally finds himself in front of house 52. He breathes a relieved smile as he approaches the front door, anticipating seeing his sister for the first time in months without having to look through a row of thick metal bars. Close, so close...
He raises a fist to knock. Martel might be asleep, but he knows she won't mind being woken up for this.]
[action - August 8th]seraphgoddessAugust 10 2011, 00:51:35 UTC
[ Martel was in a deep sleep when the knocking began. She snuggled into her blankets, thinking it was just a dream until the noise became louder. Her eyes snapped open and she finally noticed the knocking wasn't a dream.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she sat herself upright. The sheets were put to the side as she climbed out of bed and slipped on her shoes. Who could be up at this hour? She thought to herself while she put on a shortened cloak over her nightgown.
Her feet brought her down the stairs and to the door. All the weariness she was feeling before disappeared the moment she saw who was the behind the door. ]
[action - August 8th]imatreenowAugust 10 2011, 19:37:14 UTC
[Immediately, he wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace. Pardon his general state of griminess - it tends to happen after two months of being imprisoned in a small cell.]
[action - August 8th]seraphgoddessAugust 11 2011, 03:30:04 UTC
[ The impact of the hug causes her step back in shock. Everything around her became numb. It was so surreal. Mithos was supposed to be in jail. How could he have gotten out? It couldn't have been Yuan. He wouldn't even release him at her request, so this couldn't be possible.
This had to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. The arms around her were too life-like to be a dream. She raised a slightly shaking hand and rested it on top of Mithos' head. ]
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He raises a fist to knock. Martel might be asleep, but he knows she won't mind being woken up for this.]
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She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she sat herself upright. The sheets were put to the side as she climbed out of bed and slipped on her shoes. Who could be up at this hour? She thought to herself while she put on a shortened cloak over her nightgown.
Her feet brought her down the stairs and to the door. All the weariness she was feeling before disappeared the moment she saw who was the behind the door. ]
M-Mithos?
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Martel...I'm back.
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This had to be a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality. The arms around her were too life-like to be a dream. She raised a slightly shaking hand and rested it on top of Mithos' head. ]
How . . . how are you here?
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