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Post by Christian on Sept 26, 2008 21:52:22 GMT -5
"N-No," he stuttered. "Not in particular."
He had to admit, the feel of a hand over his was a most welcome sensation. Christian didn't know how long he'd been wandering this godforsaken forest... in the cold and alone...
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 26, 2008 21:58:31 GMT -5
((Awwww. Poor Christian! *melts*))
Heartlock felt how cold his hands were. She sat down on the bedside next to him, placing her warm hands over his and tried to warm him with her warm hands.
"How could you think of coming out in the forest wearing so thin clothes? If I hadn't found you, you would have been dead."
Her voice was mild, and her beautiful hazel eyes filled with a concern the tough elf warrior was not used to showing anyone.
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Post by Christian on Sept 28, 2008 0:30:42 GMT -5
((Hee!))
Christian looked down, staring at their clasped hands, boring into them and what lay beyond.
"I hadn't realized I'd stumbled into the forest. Drink does that to you, you know. Great and terrible things.
"I owe my life to you, Miss--sorry, I hadn't quite caught your name."
He bowed his head in apology.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 28, 2008 3:43:21 GMT -5
Heartlock realized their hands were clasped together, but as long as he was as cold as he was, she had to warm him. She smiled warmly and looked back to him. Her beautiful hazel eyes were glittering.
"I was not aware that drink could be that dangerous. I am glad I found you before it was too late."
The thought of what could have happened to him, made her tremble. She knew the dangers of the forest better than he did. That was the main reason why she was always carrying weapons outdoors. When he bowed his head in apology, she smiled warmly and looked at him.
"Don't worry about it. You were a bit too drunk to introduce yourself properly. My name is Heartlock Braveshooter. I belong to the Wolfrider tribe."
She looked into his eyes and spoke softly to him.
"What is your name, other than Christian?"
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Post by Christian on Sept 28, 2008 19:57:43 GMT -5
"I have no other name. Am I supposed to?" he inquired curiously.
And then, Christian scratched at his head in confusion.
"Just a second--how'd you know my name? Strange... I wasn't entirely aware I'd given it away. Is this a skill that all elves hold?"
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 28, 2008 23:33:48 GMT -5
Heartlock laughed and looked at him, gentle humor in her eyes.*
"Of course not. Many elves have only one name as well. But those are unique names, so we can tell one from the other. No elf is named exactly the same as the other elves. I don't know about the humans - you seem to have less fantasy than we have. You must be unique, to have an imagination who even prepares your breakfast."
Her hands were still in his. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze and smiled.
"As for me knowing your name - you managed to slur it out before you slumped in front of my feet when I found you. That's about the time you told me to be gone because you thought I was a vision."
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Post by Christian on Oct 3, 2008 19:30:42 GMT -5
"I see," Christian chuckled. "Pardon my outburst. As you can see, my imagination rambles out of control occasionally. Or actually, quite often."
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Oct 3, 2008 19:35:38 GMT -5
Heartlock smiled and sat down on his bedside, squeezing his hand gently in sympathy.*
"How does it happen?"
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Post by Christian on Oct 3, 2008 20:04:27 GMT -5
Christian, being unused to much intimate contact with a mere acquaintance, slightly flinched at Heartlock's pressure on his hand. He lowered his gaze to the valleys and peaks fashioned out of the bedsheets.
"Drinking happens, Mademoiselle Braveshooter," he answered vaguely.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Oct 3, 2008 20:06:52 GMT -5
Heartlock chuckled with laughter.
"Perhaps, Monsieur Christian. But not here. You are in Lorien now. I will offer you peace, without you needing to seek courage in bottles."
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Post by Christian on Oct 3, 2008 20:20:10 GMT -5
Christian wrinkled his nose in thought.
"It's not so much courage that I seek in drinking, Mademoiselle, but inspiration. Beauty."
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Oct 3, 2008 20:28:30 GMT -5
Heartlock arched her eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh really? What is so beautiful with raving around in the forest, puking in the bushes?"
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Post by Christian on Oct 3, 2008 20:55:06 GMT -5
"Not the drinking itself," he sighed, "but the abstract results. I don't know."
Christian laid his head against the pillow.
"Maybe I do have a problem."
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Oct 3, 2008 21:01:47 GMT -5
Heartlock looked at the window. Some dark clouds gave away that there was a thunderstorm on it's way. It would be unwise to send a man thus poorly dress on his way home. And she had food enough for a month.
"Well, if you would like to stay for a while, I could help you with that problem..."
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Post by Christian on Oct 3, 2008 21:03:38 GMT -5
Christian gazed at Heartlock with newfound fondness.
"If you wouldn't mind... really?"
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