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lunarborn[After the events of the previous week, the mature thing to do would have been to would have been to take the awkward stares and deliver his humble apologies like a man. Yet after spending a week steeped in the most negative emotions he'd indulged in even the darkest of fantasies, it was easier to keep to himself.
He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.
The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]
He'd been spending quite a bit of time along the southeastern banks of the river running outside the village, staying outdoors to avoid the all-encompassing yet entirely oppressive forgiveness that awaited him at home. He would make amends and pay his dues in time, but for now, there was still the matter of coping with what was within him that the experiment had tapped to affect his actions.
The man lying faceup on the riverbank would still be visibly bruised despite sharing living space with a mage proficient in the healing arts. He'd been grateful to have been pulled from the precipice of death, yes, but wished to let the tender achy muscles, dark bruises, and angry gashes heal on their own as penance. It was in this way that he watched the sky begin to darken, chronicling the sun's slow journey towards rest.]
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Date: 2009-07-03 06:24 am (UTC)...Cecil.
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Date: 2009-07-03 06:41 am (UTC)Still, there's lots of happy funtime awkward silence!]
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Date: 2009-07-03 07:18 am (UTC)[Pauses and looks to him.] You... you never spoke to me like that, even when you were still a Dark Knight. Is that what they truly become...?
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Date: 2009-07-03 08:02 am (UTC)[The mention of Dark Knights sends his smile running for the hills, though.] No. At least, none of my acquaintances behaved in such a manner. I can't fully explain what came over me... I suppose I've oftentimes wondered what would have become of me if I hadn't left Baron when I did, if I'd continued to walk the path of pillaging and wrongdoing. I suppose that is the reputation of the Dark Knight. [He reached for her hands, cupping them softly.] I'm so very sorry, Rosa.
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Date: 2009-07-03 08:19 am (UTC)[Still, it's quiet when she speaks next:] I forgive you, Cecil.
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