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uisgeannan2011-08-07 03:33 pm
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((Continuing from this!))
[It was a good thing Robin was gone when Euri finally woke up. She had been cranky and hungover and once she remembered what had happened last night she was mortified. Not because they had shamelessly made, or because they nearly had sex, but because she had told him she was a virgin, and on top of that she had even let him into her room without bothering to hide all the witchy objects she owned.
She tried to focus on the latter as she ate breakfast in her room and nursed her hangover because, frankly, thinking about the teasing and comments and gossip from the former didn't seem nearly as bad as the reaction she was bound to get from the other castle residents about being a witch.
She pondered confronting Robin, but the mere thought was far too embarrassing. Besides, there was another memory stuck in her head from the previous night that refused to go away, and it was making her curious.
He had seen her room, but she remembered her inquiry into his own hadn't netted any results. Now that Euri was sober, "barely touched it" sounded like an obvious lie. That was why she eventually found her way to his floor, and to his room.
She was pretty sure Robin was out for the moment, and she had summoned Dog and ordered him to go have father-son bonding time with Nirel. So it was just her, a door, and whatever lay on the other side.
With a hardened expression she concentrated on the doorknob, letting it catch fire and heat up to the point where any and all locks would be rendered useless. She was just going to take a quick peek, nothing more, and then go back and stew over what he was undoubtedly telling the other residents.
When the doorknob cooled enough she used her scarf to open the door, and slipped inside.]
[It was a good thing Robin was gone when Euri finally woke up. She had been cranky and hungover and once she remembered what had happened last night she was mortified. Not because they had shamelessly made, or because they nearly had sex, but because she had told him she was a virgin, and on top of that she had even let him into her room without bothering to hide all the witchy objects she owned.
She tried to focus on the latter as she ate breakfast in her room and nursed her hangover because, frankly, thinking about the teasing and comments and gossip from the former didn't seem nearly as bad as the reaction she was bound to get from the other castle residents about being a witch.
She pondered confronting Robin, but the mere thought was far too embarrassing. Besides, there was another memory stuck in her head from the previous night that refused to go away, and it was making her curious.
He had seen her room, but she remembered her inquiry into his own hadn't netted any results. Now that Euri was sober, "barely touched it" sounded like an obvious lie. That was why she eventually found her way to his floor, and to his room.
She was pretty sure Robin was out for the moment, and she had summoned Dog and ordered him to go have father-son bonding time with Nirel. So it was just her, a door, and whatever lay on the other side.
With a hardened expression she concentrated on the doorknob, letting it catch fire and heat up to the point where any and all locks would be rendered useless. She was just going to take a quick peek, nothing more, and then go back and stew over what he was undoubtedly telling the other residents.
When the doorknob cooled enough she used her scarf to open the door, and slipped inside.]
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[For a brief moment Euri considers leaving, but that thought is quickly squashes as she steps in front of him, frustrated and determined, and slaps him across the face.]
Are you even listening to yourself?! Don't say stupid things like that!
Look, I might be scared, but lots of things scare me. Adel scares me, sometimes! But just because I am doesn't mean I'm going to leave you by yourself with all of this! I haven't given up on Adel, I'm sure as hell not giving up on you!
[She's reaching up to take his face in her hands, even though she's visibly shaking, to force him to look at her.]
If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. You don't have to. But I know something is wrong, and you need to get it into your head that you don't have to deal with it alone. I'm here.
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Why?
[that's the only thing he can think to ask. he can't keep his eyes on hers. it's too harsh, too open. why would she say that?]
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[She's faltering there, searching for an answer that sounds right. Because it's the right thing to do? Because she likes him? Because he needs help?
All valid, but not what she's looking for.]
Because... [she's murmuring that again when it comes to her, and she straightens up.]
I want to be here. That's why.
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You're a stupid girl. No one wants to be here.
[he looks irritated again, absently touching the side of his face. he can't believe she slapped him. he wants to threaten to break all her fingers for that (stupid dog), but instead looks back towards the bathroom door.
he walks towards the dead crow. he's got to do something with it.]
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... What are you going to do?
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I'm not keeping it here.
You don't want it, do you?
[he actually manages a face of simple disdain.]
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..... [So with a sigh she'll hold out her hand for it.]
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I could just throw it back outside. The earth would eat it up in a day.
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Is that what you want to happen?
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[he... hesitates. brings his arm back a little. if she insists on taking it he isn't going to stop her, but it'd be better if she wasn't carrying a dead crow around. it makes him think too much. he hates the idea of someone like her holding something he hates so much.]
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[Cremate would be a more accurate term, but he probably wouldn't want to associate the bird with a respectful form of burial.]
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All right.
[and then lets go of it. almost immediately, he moves to his bed and reaches under it, pulling out a bag of cat food.]
Better than my cat trying to eat it. [the cat in question emerges and starts to purr again while Robin puts food in his bowl. :>]
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Why do you have a cat? [She's watching him a few moments, then looking down at the bird in her hand.]
And do you have a box? To keep the ashes from getting everywhere.
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[he sounds kind of dulled. once the cat's fed and munching on his food, he walks back to the desk and digs around on top of it for a moment. eventually he just opens a drawer and pulls out an empty box, just big enough.
he hands it to her without saying anything.]
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[Into the box goes the bird! Then she'll kneel down, set the box on the ground, and concentrate. Within seconds the bird is bursting into gold and white flames.]
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[while she's doing that, he goes to anxiously sit on his bed, his cat at his feet. Tulio is sitting and looking intently at the flames. Robin's looking too, but less intently. eventually he'll just glance back down at the ground beneath his feet.]
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I've heard they can be really finicky. [Small talk, why not?]
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[though the last word is... directed towards the cat, who looks up at Robin before it starts to wander around and gather up the feathers that'd fallen off the crow in the process.]
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You taught him commands? [But more importantly-] What did you just say?
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[he's watching his cat, now. he's doing his best to pretend that they're not hanging around his crazy room, she's not burning a crow in one of his boxes, and he's not actually having to explain any of this.]
It means something like... move forward. It doesn't have to match exactly.
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Oh god I made up a crow demon familiar
Then what intentions did the crow have?
Robin already hates it
Little bird he hears the sigh and he might be the last to die.
There's really nothing to be said when blood is dry and the moon is dead.
[and then his gaze flickers back up towards Euri. he sounds more himself.]
Crows are wicked things, you know. They'll eat the young of other birds.
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[.... That was unsettling. She's curling her hands a little, looking uncomfortable but still determined.]
So? Lots of animals do things like that. It's no excuse.
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