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#Post#: 408124--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: March 17, 2017, 4:14 am
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He continued to watch her with interest as it seemed she changed
with every moment. Not in a literal physical sense, she was
clearly retaining her form and was most certainly still the
woman he had been interacting with. No the changes were subtle,
eyes growing brighter deep within despite the receding light,
chest stilled as her breathe remained inside, the previously
soft rosy tint of her cheeks darkening further. It was
exquisite, he had of course seen Him change form many a time but
nothing was as moving or slight as what he was currently privy
too.
Once more he is drawn away from his thoughts when her lips part,
her words flowing from them softer than he had ever heard her
speak before. It was a sweet sound, unlike anything that came
before. Fortunately he did not have to strain himself to hear,
their close proximity eliminated any risk of either missing a
single word.
When she moved close to him, clearly mimicking his earlier
action to clarify her question, he didn't so much as flinch.
Instead his head tilted to the side with curiosity shimmering
within his gaze. "The same thing I have been doing since we met.
Observing. And adding pictures to your journal entry, though I
do not know how many." He spoke just as quietly as her, his
breathe once more dancing along her skin.
As she continued to speak the curiosity in his eyes slowly
shifted to puzzlement, unsure how to react to either thing
brought up by his companion. After a few heartbeats he finally
spoke. "Where else would I sleep? This is the only location I
have been to besides the war, which I do not think you would
approve of anymore than here. And what should I be named? It
isn't a question I gave any thought to before this moment. He
only had a title until he was named by another. I figured it
would be appropriate I do the same."
#Post#: 409587--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: January 10, 2018, 5:49 pm
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It was bizarre, how mundanely he spoke of her journal entry as
if to say it was completely normal to snap pictures of her and
put it in the book, with no consent given on her end, though it
didn’t bother her in the slightest; she actually enjoyed the
memories they were creating together, this little stumble into
his life presented a sense of fun to hers, fun she hadn’t been
witness to in a while. She steps back slightly, letting the heel
of her foot sink into the mud beneath them, before tilting her
head, her forehead creasing as she begins to think of a name for
him.
What a weird tradition, their names are given to them by
complete strangers.
You’ll sleep with me, of course.
“I think Riain, what do you think?”
Her eyes burn into his, raising her brows as if she couldn’t
wait to hear what he thought, to see if he liked it, to see if
he would even accept it. It did cross her mind that because of
his limited time with humans, he wouldn’t even need to give it
much thought, but it did mean a great deal to her what his
opinion was, and it showed in her excited expression, unable to
hold herself back.
#Post#: 409588--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: January 10, 2018, 6:22 pm
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While his companion fell into thought, The Recorder turned his
gaze towards the heavens. Thousands of lights flickered and
danced in the air, each one a magnificent star. He hadn't been
able to give it much thought earlier, too engaged with his
present company, but there was something different out there.
His creator had returned to this universe despite claiming he
never would. He couldn't possibly hope to understand His mind,
but it was a point of curiosity regardless.
His eyes returned to Shoxan as she shifted her position, the
slight action more than enough to pull him from thoughts of his
Creator. The continued rotation of the planet they were on
caused the light to diminish further, soon it would be difficult
to see her properly. A frown creased his lips for a heartbeat at
this before he repressed it.
"Riain." The name fell naturally from his lips almost as if it
had always been his. While the prior frown had been slight the
smile that he now wore was brilliant. "It is perfect. I am
Riain."
Everything about him felt lighter as if he had been weighed down
by remaining nameless. He took just a moment to revel in this
sensation before focusing once more on the present. "With my
naming, the only thing that remains to solve is where you
believe I should sleep."
#Post#: 409589--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: January 10, 2018, 6:50 pm
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The silence around them was complete - no voices from the
civilians, nor from the animals. In the space between them,
albeit it was no more than a foot, a trapped firefly abandoned
its struggles to escape, beating his wings and letting the air
carry him up and down, up and down. She thought now that she
should take more care of her appearance, her small hands
delicately pushing down the fabric of her dress, before peeking
up at him innocently smiling brightly to find that he agreed
with her choice for a name, actually it seemed that he loved it.
The silence hissed in her ears as darkness began to fall on
them, her shoulders beginning to shiver, having lost track of
time completely, and only now realising how chilly the night
was.
At his next question, the pink blush begins to resurface on her
cheeks, counteracting the chill, enough to keep her warm for
now. She takes his hand gently before tugging at it, beginning
to walk into the woods, and back towards the castle. “We’ll
sleep in my room of course,” her eyes wander over to him,
eyebrows lifted as she tries to justify it, “you can’t possibly
sleep out here, it’s dangerous” why did she care for this man
so? Their encounter was brief, but she couldn’t control the way
she felt for him, she wanted to stay curled up in the warmth he
brought her, “God knows what lays in these woods.”
It seemed her decision was final. The further they crept into
the woods, the darker it became until she could barely see his
outline. Though the princess would never admit, she did fear the
dark a little, and it was evident in the way she tightened her
hold on his hand, not even realising what she was doing. Her
knees shook a little and they walked for some time before
finally, the candles lit in and around the castle shed some
light upon them.
“Here we are,” she breathes out, seemingly in relief, “they
can’t know you’re here with me, I’d get into a lot of trouble,
okay?” She makes her way to her room, though she doesn’t enter
the castle, taking her earlier route. It brings them to the side
of the castle, looking up at her window, and then back to the
man standing next to her, finally letting go of his hand.
“Help me up?”
It was such an innocent question, spoken so softly, she could
barely hear her own voice, eyes sparkling as she looked up at
him.
#Post#: 409590--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: January 10, 2018, 8:38 pm
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His eyes slipped away from hers to gaze at the tiny life form
caught between them, it's tiny wings beating rapidly to keep it
hovering while it's abdomen pulsated with a soft glow. Despite
his interest in finding out more about the little creature he
was opposed to breaking the comfortable silence that wrapped
around them. For a reason he couldn't understand the peace of
the night while in her company was enjoyable. Since he wasn't
willing to ask her about the critter he settled for taking
mental photos of it, knowing he could show her the journal entry
at a later point and identify it then.
Shifting his entire focus onto her once more he frowned in
displeasure as he realized the darkness had grown enough to
partially obscure her features. In an effort to negate this
effect to a degree he closed the distance between them, their
faces less than six inches apart now. Before he has time to
fully appreciate seeing her completely again her hand grabbed
onto his as she announced where she intended him to sleep. The
implication that went along with her words went completely over
his head, which lead him once more to confusion when he took
note that the soft red tone of her cheeks had returned.
As the trees surrounding them created an even deeper darkness,
to the point that she became the only thing he could remotely
see. Despite her warning of the dangers that could lie in wait
he felt no fear, one of the emotions He had made sure Riain was
intimately familiar with. All he could feel was the warm feeling
emanating from their connected hands.
With the sudden return of light, he took in the massive
structure that rose above them, towering above even the trees
themselves. Her words echoed dully in his mind for the first
time as he was focused too intently on the building. He couldn't
even summon the ability to take pictures of it. Riain didn't
come back to his senses until she was pulling him to the side of
the structure.
Upon reaching their destination he let his eyes wander up
towards the open window before nodding his head in agreement
with her request.
"Of course Shoxan." He placed one of his hands gently on her
shoulder before closing his eyes. In an instant they moved from
their previous position to the inside of her room.
#Post#: 409591--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: January 11, 2018, 4:36 pm
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At first, she struggled to understand why instead of holding his
hands out to hoist her up, he instead let his hand lay flat on
her shoulder, but before she could even delve into her mind and
question it, they were standing in the middle of her room.
“Okay,” a light laugh fills the large room, “it seems I’ll never
get used to that.”
The room’s structure was unlike anything in else in the castle,
because it was round, as opposed to square. Three of her walls
were filled from top to bottom with books, the shelves fixed
into the wall so seamlessly it seemed as if it were part of the
architecture, deliberately put there but not to read, they
looked too beautiful to pull out. The last wall held little
trinkets she had been collecting, from glass bottles with glass
ships in them, to mechanical watches, all fixed into the wall
also, as opposed to the shelves poking out.
She watches him for a moment, knowing all too well he wanted to
record everything in his journal. Shoxan couldn’t bring herself
to imagine what it felt like to be born into a world and to see
everything for the first time. To not know what a castle is, not
having felt a ship cascading through waves of water, not having
smelt the hint of salt in the sea.
Leaving him for a moment she makes her way into her closet,
completely separate from her room, though it didn’t have a door.
She walks through the ‘S’ shaped corridor, slipping into her
dusty pink nightdress, and throwing a silk robe over it, the
same colour as the dress. Joining him again, she looks around,
feeling awfully small in this wide space. Had her room always
been so big?
“I’m sorry,” she signals towards his clothes with a wave of her
hand, “I don’t have anything for you to wear, but I could go
find something if you’d like?”
#Post#: 409910--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: January 3, 2019, 4:20 am
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For the first time since meeting the young princess, Riain's
thoughts were fully taken away from her. The room he now found
himself in was not only magnificent, but filled to the brim with
books. The on thing in the universe he had been intimately
familiar with had been books, He had thought it would be prudent
for Riain to understand them as he had one with him at all times
in the form of his journal. Even Shoxan's response to the
teleportation and her disappearance did not register in his
mind. His fingers gently brush along the spines of the books
within his reach, mental clicks going off rapidly as pictures
were added to the journal.
"So many lives within a single room, how many hours did it take
for each manuscript to be completed?" His words are soft even
without knowing that he is currently alone in the room.
Countless lifetimes were being represented in the thousands of
books that dominated the princess's room. Riain couldn't help
but be in awe as he knew most of the authors would have spent
years writing.
He slowly shakes his head, clearing it of the musings regarding
the books and their creators. As his mind once more became
engaged with the present he turns towards the sound of light
footsteps. As he had not seen where the princess had wandered
off to concern consumed him for a moment. She had told him that
if he was discovered with her she would end up in a fair amount
of trouble. This concern was soon proven to be unfounded as
Shoxan herself walked into the room. As relief took over the
concern, combined with a rush of warmth at her return, a smile
formed upon his lips.
At her words his head inevitably tipped to the side, a habit
beginning to take form. He hadn't even considered that a change
of attire would be needed for sleep. "Is there any reason I
should change clothing?"
#Post#: 409911--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: January 3, 2019, 4:52 am
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When she had disappeared into her wardrobe, Shoxan had missed
the opportunity to witness the approval in the man's features as
his eyes scanned her room and hovered over the walls of books
all placed in alphabetical order, however, the glow in his orbs
were imminent when she walked out again and he looked at her,
with such a warmth that it relaxed her entire form, and she
found herself pleased at the fact they shared a common pastime;
reading was everything to the young princess. She enjoyed it so
much that her family came down on her sometimes, especially her
father. He didn’t understand why anyone would enjoy reading, let
alone someone of her kind, who had a million other
responsibilities she should be taking care of, but instead,
chose to lock herself in her room, and willingly read.
“It takes years to write, sometimes months, it really depends on
the different authors,” she walks over to the door, and locks
it, just as two guards make their way up the corridor, their
swords clanking against their metal armor. His second question
bought a puzzled look to sit on her face, her plump lips turning
into a slight pout as she thinks, being careful not to think out
loud, afraid she might sound stupid. It dawned on her then, that
this man obviously didn’t adhere to tradition, and he probably
only had the clothes he was currently wearing. He didn’t have a
bag, though she assumed he didn’t need one; the journal came and
went as he pleased, maybe his clothes did the same.
“Well. . . I mean, you don’t have to, it’s just customary to do
so,” she pauses for a moment, “we’ve been outside and the
clothes we had on are probably dirty, and smell a certain way,
you know?”
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