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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 22:53:04 GMT -7
Rosie did so, not on her own command, but on his. Rosie didn't react on his second statement. The exit shut behind her silently. Once it did, she was on her way.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 22:57:32 GMT -7
His heart broke; no, it shattered. He had hoped she would stay this time, but if she wasn't happy, he wouldn't keep her there.
A soft sob escaped his lips, causing the cut at his neck to bleed a little. It had been a result of a heated argument. Selene and her lover had wanted to return to the Camp, but after a forceful telling off, the man (whom I don't remember the name of) lashed out, giving Daemon the wound he now sported. It was deep, he knew that, but wouldn't let anyone touch it. If Rosie had asked, he would've allowed her to take care of it. But she didn't want to, and that gave him a painful surge in his chest. Would he ever catch a break?
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:03:27 GMT -7
Ooc:
His name was Pryst.
Bic.
Rosie didn't shed any tear; nor did she sob. Her heart was the thing that cried for Daemon. She was spread across the ground of her Glade, Pickle by her side. She had told Pickle nothing, yet Pickle understood everything. Rosie didn't want to go back.. she didn't want the demon to suffer anymore because of her carelessness.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:06:46 GMT -7
(thank-you!)
Daemon spent the next week lying on his cot, turning away any who bothered him, ignoring the infection that slowly manifested in the wound and was quickly spreading throughout his body. He was numb to anything but the feelings of betrayal and deep sadness. He loved Rosie greatly, and that she left him yet again, even though it ws evident he wanted her to stay, was the final nail driven into the tracks.
His subordinate came shortly after this revelation, telling him that Pryst and Selene had not left as they were told.
Daemon had removed himself from his cot to deal with it himself, though figured that very soon he would be overthrown by the other man. At that moment, he was weak and Pryst was strong. There was nothing that could stop him.
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:11:59 GMT -7
Rosie knew Daemons pain. She could feel it in her veins. She didn't want to leave the glade, yet she didn't want Death to take Daemons soul. Rosie forced herself up, and transporting behind Daemon. Immediately, gentle arms wrapped around him. Rosie rested her head on his upper bacl. "Where are you going.." Her lips hardly moved at those words.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:13:04 GMT -7
Daemon stopped, too tired and worn out to be surprised she was there. "To stop the nuisance."
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:14:29 GMT -7
"You'll die.." Rosie pressed her soft hand against his wound tenderly. "You're hurt.."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:16:48 GMT -7
"They will not leave if I don't exert my authority," Daemon responded softly.
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:17:55 GMT -7
"You'd rather die and leave me by myself..?" Rosie asked delicately.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:23:43 GMT -7
Daemon closed his eyes, another tear falling effortlessly down his face to land on Rosie's arm. "I would never dream of doing that to you again, Rosie," he whispered, voice raw with emotion.
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:26:00 GMT -7
Rosie whirled around to face him. She got on her tippy toes and kissed the demons forehead. "Don't cry.." Rosie caressed his hair gently, her eyes full of love and concern.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:29:22 GMT -7
Daemon just watched her helplessly. "Why do you keep leaving me?"
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:30:57 GMT -7
"I cause too much pain.." Rosie murmured as she kissed his tears away.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 2, 2010 23:35:29 GMT -7
"Perhaps you do, but only when you leave me.
"Rosie, life isn't easy. Pain is often caused by misunderstandings and whatnot. Please don't ever think what you are doing hurts me. It's only when you leave, or pretend I don't matter that hits me hard."
He stroked her cheek gently while his other arm snaked around her waist. He then caught her lips in his desperately.
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Post by Cute on Nov 2, 2010 23:39:05 GMT -7
Ooc.
Awww x3
Bic.
Rosie's skin was covered in goosebumps as Daemons arm had captured her waist. She didn't want him to let; she was sure he didnt either.
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