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Post by Cute on Oct 19, 2010 20:13:50 GMT -7
"I have no Idea." With that, Rosie began to leave.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 19, 2010 20:19:54 GMT -7
Daemon growled deep in his throat, and he stepped forward, grabbing her arm. "You aren't going anywhere until you stop lying to me."
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Post by Cute on Oct 19, 2010 20:22:03 GMT -7
"I'm not. I'm telling you the truth." Rosie said in a shallow whisper. "You don't know who I am.. you hold nothing towards me.."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 19, 2010 20:26:49 GMT -7
ooc;; Ug.
bic;; Daemon let go of her arm, turning away from her. "If you are telling me truth, then why do I have these memories returning to me in TORRENTS?! I have a purpose; this, here, is not my purpose."
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Post by Cute on Oct 19, 2010 20:37:57 GMT -7
"...Ask Selene." Rosie said flatly.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 19, 2010 20:52:22 GMT -7
"Who the fuck is Selene?!" Daemon demanded angrily.
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Post by Cute on Oct 19, 2010 22:01:23 GMT -7
"The woman you love dearly." Rosie spat.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 20, 2010 13:45:44 GMT -7
"Her name doesn't ring any bells," Daemon retorted. "Wouldn't I feel or remember something if I loved her?!"
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Post by Cute on Oct 21, 2010 0:16:32 GMT -7
"Neither does the name Rosie.." With that Rosie stepped outside.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 21, 2010 15:12:29 GMT -7
Daemon groaned as he sat on his cot, though he had no idea it belonged to him. He ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair, glancing around, hoping for further memories to return. However, none chose to reveal.
A feminine giggle sounded just outside.
"Are you sure he won't mind?"
"Of course not. Daemon's never here."
Daemon narrowed his eyes, watching the intertwined forms of a strong man and a capable woman enter his shelter. They didn't seem to take notice of him.
"Damnit, Selene, stop making me wait."
The woman laughed. It was obvious then that it was she who giggled just outside. "Oh, Pryst, you know I like to tease."
The demon narrowed his eyes as the couple began derobing. It was then he decided to put a stop to it. He pushed off the bed, his eyes beginning to glow an orangish colour.
As the aura changed in the room, the two suddenly became aware that they weren't alone. Selene was the first to look over, and a haunted look came about her features as she tried to hide her near-naked body. "DAEMON!"
Pryst frowned deeply, obviously displeased that their leader was there. "I thought you said he wouldn't be here!"
"I didn't think he would be," Selene argued. "Daemon's never here anymore!"
Pryst growled low in his throat, pulling his clothes back into place quickly. Once both of them were decent, they hightailed it from the large, tented space, most likely to find a vacant shelter to take advantage of.
Daemon just glared after them, rubbing his chest as a strange form of pain rose inside him. That must've been the Selene, Rosie had been talking about. He couldn't imagine there was more than one. He definitely knew she didn't love him. His purpose, then, must've been elsewhere.
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Post by Cute on Oct 21, 2010 15:40:18 GMT -7
ooc; .........I will never be the same ever again
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 21, 2010 15:43:11 GMT -7
ooc;; Why?
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Post by Cute on Oct 21, 2010 15:49:00 GMT -7
ooc. nothing
bic. Rosie sat on her bed thinking about the previous events that happened with Daemon.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 21, 2010 15:51:55 GMT -7
Daemon exited his shelter, glancing around the clearing, hoping it to help his memory, even just a little. But, nothing came to him. It was all a big haze in his mind.
"Sir! You're back!"
The demon glanced to his left, watching a man of a thicker build with a square jaw, approach him.
"Was it successful?"
"What?"
"Your peace."
Daemon didn't know how to answer, so instead, he nodded curtly.
"Glad to hear it."
"Selene and...Pryst. Tell them I want to see them in the Meeting Tent in less than one hour." Daemon then walked away, scanning his surroundings, leaving his subordinate to do the work.
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Post by Cute on Oct 21, 2010 15:58:12 GMT -7
Rosie noticed that the servents cleaned up Daemon's old blood. She felt regret as she knew she had left him alone in the world. Rosie stood and wondered onto the balcony with her arms rapped around her. She knew she had done the right thing to pretend that she never was in his life, so he could live longer, then die from her mistakes.
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