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Killian nodded to Arya. "Better now than later" he said as he brought the plates over to the large bucket of clean enough water for the dishes to be washed. He saw Hope and shrugged. "I'm sure Amara would agree to another joinging" he replied to her as he grabbed his nearly empty bag. He slung it over his shoulder as he prepared to head out, after checking with Amara of course. / Iris glanced at Tristan. "Better now. I'm not surprised that james was kicked, but this new guy barging in, I dont know. He makes me nervous" she told him as she looked down, feeling the pain in her ankle coming back. She knew it would be off and on for a few months, nothing that she could control ever.
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Tristan listened as she spoke, then he replied in a soft voice, just loud enough for her to hear, no one else. "dont worry flower, he wont hurt you" he said, hoping that it would help her be less afraid. he intended to make sure that he kept her from being harmed in any way. he chuckled a bit then "and yeah, im not surprised about james either, he was kind of a jerk"
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Hope grinned. "Okay." she said. It was teh first genuine smile she had shown in a while, and it didn't last long, but it did show some sort of positive emotion. She put her plate in the large bucket of clean water, and then went and grabbed her throwing knives, making sure each one was at least semi-clean and sharp. She then picked up her bow, and made sure the arrows in her quiver were sharp. She then caught up with Killian and Arya as they began to head out. "It'll be nice to get away, even though we were just out this morning.....I prefer being out and about than stuck in one place." she commented. That part of her hadn't changed, even though the world had done nothing but change.
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Elara gave Luke a small, surprisingly gentle smile. She liked his company, even when they didn't talk. It was slightly soothing, just knowing that someone else was there, although she was slightly curious as of to why he stuck around her. She was often quiet, and when angered (although this often happened primarily with Arya.) could be very harsh and frightening. If anything, she would have expected him to run the other direction, especially with such a soft quiet personality like his. Although, she was happy he didn't run, and that he stayed close to her side, it made her feel like someone really needed her. With slow, steady movements, she allowed herself to lean against his side slightly as they sat. Yet, even now she still couldn't shake the feeling of a certain pair of eyes on her, and the strange thing was that she could tell exactly who it was, just by the feel of it. It didn't feel like how Luke looked at her, his gaze held a softness to it, along with some worry whenever she got out of a fight with Arya. Yet this gaze.... she couldn't quite yet place how it felt. It was almost like she was being examined...no that wasn't the right word, it felt to insensitive. This feeling that the newcomers gaze gave her felt...deeper. She could swear she felt a tingle run along her spine and her skin get covered in small goosebumps every time she felt his gaze. The biggest problem for her was that she felt like she should hate him, and she did, so why did she not know whether or not she liked the feel of his eyes on her? Edited at May 18, 2021 10:42 PM by Day R Survivors
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Luke felt Elara lean on him and stiffened slightly for a second, then looked over with a smile, relaxing. He tentatively reached an arm around and put it across her shoulders. He continued to smile, before feeling another pair of eyes looking at them, and he looked over, spotting the new man watching. He felt a flicker of unease. He wasn't sure what to make of the man. Contrary to what he probably would have done, given the man's obvious feelings for Elara, he kept his arm around her shoulders, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspiscion of the man. He knew it was unlikely that he would hurt Elara, but what about those who got in his way of getting her?
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Alastor was content to watch the little belle from afar. He felt as though he was observing a mysterious,allusive, mythical creature, that he knew full well could lash out if he made the wrong move. His blissful state did not last long however when she smiled at the bumbling idiot of a man and even went as far as to lean against him. Soon his blood began to boil out of sheer anger and his smirk quickly turned to a frown. Although he wasn't mad at her no... he was slightly upset that she was clearly making all the wrong choices but not mad. He was mad at the young man that had now dared to put his arm around her shoulders. The audacity that he had to even narrow his eyes at Alastor as he kept his arm there. This....thing needed to learn that Alastor was not one to be trifled with when it came to getting what he wanted, and oh how he wanted the little belle to be beside him and not that....mistake of a child trying to act like a man. So Alastor allowed his gaze to move from the man, to Elara, the arm around her shoulder, then back again before narrowing his eyes as a warning to remove his arm and move away from her. This would be his last chance before he made an enemy of the wrong man. Alastor almost always got what he wanted, no matter who stood in his way and he desperately wanted her for reasons he could not even begin to describe. Edited at May 19, 2021 11:26 AM by The Rift Seekers
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Rosie sat and watched as she ate her breakfast ...almost peacefully. Nothing was ever truly peaceful but it was likely the closest thing they would ever get to it. Alastor, as he called himself had walked in like he owned the place. James was just exiled which was essentially a death sentence. Elara and Arya just got into a large fight, and now everyone was eating breakfast. There was surely never going to be a dull moment in this camp... (Why does mine show up like that or is it just me?) Edited at May 19, 2021 12:36 PM by The Rift Seekers
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Luke saw Alastor look from him to Elara, then to his arm around her shoulders, and then back to him. He knew he was getting jealous, but Luke wouldn't give in to Alastor. He knew that if he didn't take away his arm, the man would do something. What, he wasn't sure, but he wouldn't give in. He simply stared back at the man, before returning his gaze to Elara. He smiled, just looking at her for a few seconds. He let out another sigh, just happy to be there. He wondered what Alastor would do once he saw that Luke didn't take his arm away.
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There was always something soothing about being held by someone. While she knew no one would believe her if she told them...Elara's love language was touch. Just the feeling of someone holding her hand or giving her a hug meant the world to her. It made her feel like they needed her, like she was wanted. Luke's smile always seemed to give her some sense of peace, besides, she was a bit of a sucker for a guy with a nice smile. Although, she knew she could never show this side of her to the others, else they may see her as weak. She had learned when she was young that weakness could easily lead to her downfall. Yet, it that was really the case, then why did this feel so...right? This was supposed to be weakness, and yet somehow, Like managed to make her feel safe. Elara refused to sho any sign of her soft side to others, but for Luke....perhaps she could make an exception.... (What is it doing?) The Rift Seekers said: (Why does mine show up like that or is that just me?)
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Alastor felt like he was close to exploding at this point. How DARE HE?! That was a flat out challenge! Sadly he couldn't do anything about it, not yet at least. He would have to wait till he was more trusted by the others to start getting him away from her. Although for now, he would simply work on trying to get the little belle to hate him less. Her spirit held a fire to it, and like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but be lured in closer. That boy just made an enemy, that he would soon regret.
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