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Post by Lady Leaf on Aug 7, 2011 20:41:26 GMT -5
[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Lance stopped dead in his tracks, his hands forming tight fists by his sides. “My entire life,” He growled in reply, before turning sharply to look at Naro, “And the only way to free myself from that life was to force someone else to take it. If you want something to change than sometimes you have no choice but force others to change as well.” He was angry, that much was evident. He truly did not like this subject nor did he want to believe or admit that his choices from the past were wrong. Not to Nero, not to those he forced to change and especially not himself. "Do not speak about what do not understand"
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Post by Jay on Aug 7, 2011 20:46:03 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/NeroText.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 teal none,b,Table][scrolly:h(216),w(251),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:50px;margin-left:242px;color:#3c6b72;)]Nero closed her eyes and didn't say a word for a moment or so. "And when you're the last one... the one left to do it, and you have someone breathing down you---" Nero caught her aggression and killed it in that moment. She was boiling her blood even after she had burned out her mind with flat emotions under the surface of herself. "........I'm sorry," she finally sighed dryly. "But I understand from the last person's perspective," she finished. [/scrolly] |
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Post by Lady Leaf on Aug 7, 2011 21:04:53 GMT -5
[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Lance almost chocked as he felt something jump in his throat. Luckily he pushed it back down. The last persons perspective… Did Felis feel a worse pain then… even himself? No. And even if he did, what did matter? The younger man had refused to help him when he asked for it therefore he deserved to have the same punishment. He deserved to wither away in pain until the day Lance met his goals. Then everything would be fixed and it wouldn’t matter anymore. No soul would ever have the burden of ‘Duke’ again for it would be nothing more than a distant memory. “Someone has to be the last, even if it isn’t them who ends it.” Lance claimed, his voice still filled with hatred but much calmer and lower than before. [/scrolly] [bg=black] |
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Post by Jay on Aug 7, 2011 21:20:37 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/NeroText.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 teal none,b,Table][scrolly:h(216),w(251),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:50px;margin-left:242px;color:#3c6b72;)]Nero sighed. He didn't understand. "Whatever," she finally answered back not truly feeling the will to pursue this topic anymore. She was just tired.... yes. [/scrolly] |
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Post by Lady Leaf on Aug 7, 2011 21:38:50 GMT -5
[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)]Lance could have snapped at her again. Demanded her explain herself as she clearly did not agree with him but… No, he held it back. He held down his temper and his wish to lash out and instead turned around again to walk away. It was odd. For a little while that night Lance had almost believed he was going to get a good nights rest but now… he would not be sleeping much that night. He knew that well enough. All because of a simple mention of ‘change’. Perhaps he was too temper mental over things. No, he knew he was but that didn’t change anything.
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Post by Jay on Aug 7, 2011 21:42:41 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/NeroText.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 teal none,b,Table][scrolly:h(216),w(251),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:50px;margin-left:242px;color:#3c6b72;)]"Bye, take care," was all that escaped Nero's lips as Lance walked away. She wasn' going to force him to stay there nor was she going to agree with him just to keep him there. Instead, she simply picked up a log and threw it on the fire not moving a muscle after that. [/scrolly] |
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