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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 23:19:38 GMT -5
Iori did come in then. He frowned, hand on his sword, ready to draw. "What is going on here?" he demanded, before his eyes took in the scene and the torn, bloody back of the Red Beauty. Iori lowered his weapon, and stepped carefully into the room, his hatred for the prince growing with each second.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 23:35:37 GMT -5
The servant working on his back looked up curious. "Nothing is wrong," he assured him. "Just helping out Amria." Amria was embaressed to say the least that another person was seeing his back. "Y...you don't need to be in here," he told him hissing through the pain of the servant now bandaging his back.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 23:52:07 GMT -5
Iori blinked. "I actually do have to be here. I am your new guard." he said, a non-too-happy expression on his face as he just looked at the Reyl's now scarred and blemished back.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 23:55:54 GMT -5
"Then you can wait outside," he huffed as he sat up and pulled his robe around him. He moved too fast and it hurt, but he hid the wince. He looked to the servant and smiled weakly, "Thank you, you may go," he whispered then watched him leave. All too soon he was looking back to Iori, "He thinks I'm going to run away doesn't he?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 0:20:22 GMT -5
Iori just shrugged. He couldn't answer yes or no. That was one of the questions you never answered. Never question the Prince or his motives.
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Post by fearless on Jan 11, 2010 0:23:37 GMT -5
"Well go back outside the door I need to get dressed." He didn't want anyone else seeing him naked, it was reserved for his mate, even though the Prince forced him to undress for him. "I hate him," he muttered.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 0:31:38 GMT -5
Iori agreed with the male wholeheartedly as he went to secure the door so no one could come in or get out.
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Post by fearless on Jan 11, 2010 0:35:52 GMT -5
Amria dressed slowly making sure the back of his kimono did not stick to his wounds. Once he was done he slowly opened the door, "Am I allowed to explore?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 16:20:37 GMT -5
Iori nodded, before moving aside so Amria could step by him. "As long as I am with you," he saidd, looking at the male.
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Post by fearless on Jan 11, 2010 16:32:58 GMT -5
"Good," he told him softly then moved out of the room quickly. He walked silently with him till they got to the garden, "Do you think he'll get tired of me and send me home?" he asked softly, a twinge of homesickness underlying his words, as he looked at the flowers to avoid his eyes.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 16:36:56 GMT -5
Iori looked at that beautiful, sad expression, shaking his head. "No. I'm afraid," he said softly. "The prince is...not one to let go of things."
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Post by fearless on Jan 11, 2010 16:42:10 GMT -5
Amria felt tears in his eyes at those words, but quickly pushed them back. "I didn't even get to say goodbye," he whispered a bit of anger in his tone. "I...its not right to treat me like property..."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 16:45:48 GMT -5
Iori stayed silent, there was another of those questions. He just looked at the male, a kind, understanding expression in his face. "I am Iori." he offered, looking at the male.
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Post by fearless on Jan 11, 2010 16:50:07 GMT -5
Amria was surprised he told him his name but smiled weakly. "Amria," he told him softly. He started to walk around the garden just checking out all the flowers, curious.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 11, 2010 16:54:01 GMT -5
Iori looked at the beautiful male, just watching him. Every little thing he did was graceful, and Iori found himself not even noticing the slow passage of time.
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