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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 6:27:16 GMT -5
Rylton sighed, settling his chin atop a head. He let the boy cling, trying to think. But the only thing he could think of, was that when he got back to that apartment, he would be under Vicdra's spell once again. And hell hath no fury like a life-bearer scorned. He'd make it two times stronger, and there woul be no breaking it...
"So...what do I have to do? The elder High Priest didn't have a mate? Can't they make an acception, because.....I want you to be it for me. If I can't have you, then I suppose there's no sense in living anymore. My life wouldn't be the same..." Well, it was true. Even if it was embarassing to say such a thing, he had to let him know what was what....
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:02:15 GMT -5
The words coming out of the man's mouth simply confused him even more.
His head was literally beginning to hurt.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:03:41 GMT -5
He took his silence as a bad thing. "Do you want me to leave then..?" He asked quietly, reclining back some to let the boy rest.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:05:09 GMT -5
"...I don't know...I'm really confused...you're betrothed...how can you even think of me when you're with someone else..and they love you...I saw how you held his hand...I did..."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:08:44 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, we're so happy," he grumbled miserably. "My parents arranged the mating when we were kits. He was a friend, not a love interest." Except when they were teens, then he'd appreciated Vicdra some but..
"So happy that he puts spells on me to make me do what he wants," he muttered.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:10:48 GMT -5
"That is terrible....I'm sorry...But at times...we must do things, even if we don't want to...because it's our duty..." He slowly got up and stood, fingers tangling in the edges of his shirt, the band atop his head catching the light.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:12:46 GMT -5
At that minute, standing as he was, Rylton could've believed he was an angel sent from the Gods to cleanse their souls of sin....
He watched him. "So....is that a 'get out of my room', then? I should go back to my bethrothed, hm?" He stood, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:14:34 GMT -5
He looked behind him, "No...I mean...it's just...I Don't know...I'm just really confused..." he put a hand to his head, the heel of it pressing against his eye.
He didn't want him mad...he didn't...
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:17:09 GMT -5
"Right," he slipped hands into his pockets. "Well then....I suppose I should let you be then. His Grace tells me we must all do the right thing, and I suppose being with my parents pick as a mate is the right thing. I hope you feel better Alyvyll," he moved towards the door. He was increasingly getting fed up with it. But it was mostly his fault.
He'd come to like someone tied to the temple.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:18:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry..." he squeaked, ready to cry once again.. "It's just...I don't know what to do... I have to be here...because it's my life..but..then why is it whenever I see your back I get so torn up...?"
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:21:14 GMT -5
He stopped, looking over his shoulder. "I don't know....maybe you're being given a sign?" He turned back around, unwilling to leave, no matter how angered he was.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:22:13 GMT -5
"Then why haven't I been answered then??" he looked distressed, and confused. Like he wanted so much to just run away from everything.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:23:45 GMT -5
He shrugged, moving back up behind him. "Maybe because your answer can't come in prayers," he murmured close to his ear. "The Gods are mysterious beings, yes? They work with their servants in mysterious ways...."
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Post by Raimi on Oct 9, 2007 17:27:05 GMT -5
"The spirits aren't fickle." he tried to defend his religion, his way of life. This was all he'd known...but...
His body leaned back, pressing against the large vampire's chest, and instantly feeling comfort.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 9, 2007 17:29:51 GMT -5
"Right," he murmured, winding arms over shoulders, hugging him close. "They might not be....but...." He didn't know what to say to convince him. It was lke beating his head off a brick wall, how stubborn the boy was. He sighed and gave up, nuzzling his shoulder.
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