Re: Someone Like You (Shiori)

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"Leave, Fayre. You shouldn't be out here this late. Go watch over Holly." Alexander kept his gaze into the darkness, as he had kept it on Holly. Anger shivered up his spine, disturbing thoughts caem to Alexander's mind. No, no. Not to Fayre. he loved her. She loved him. Didn't she? She accepted his p[roposal. She followed him wherever he went. But she did believe Wilson. She did run away from him. His hand hidden hand crept down his tigh, hand on bloddied dagger in his boot. "No." He whispered.

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Fayre took a step back, momentarily confused. She stared at her lover, worried about him. "Alexander..." Fayre murmured quietly, eyes searching his face as best as she could from her angle. She let out a deep sigh, "Alexander," she reapted again, this time more firmly, "Please, love. Tell me what's wrong," She said, her eyes softening. Fayre saw him reach for something in his boot, and she stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then shrugged it off. Fayre took another step towards him, "Please talk to me.."

[BayMickey]

Alexander's fingers clutched the wet handle. The liquid was still warm. "Fayre. Leave. Now. For your safety. Please. Do it for me. Run," Alexander clutched the dagger, pulling it out of the boot and placing on the ground next to him. "Now, please." He stood, dagger back in hand, but behind his back. *Alexander. Don't do it. Drop the dagger. You love her...* Screams echoed throughout his head. Those of his and his fantasies of Fayre's. "Stolto, irragionevole stolto."

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Fayre clenched her fists and stared at him as he stood up, "No, Alexander." She stared at him with emotion-filled eyes. "It's obvious you need to talk about something," Fayre said, looking him over. He had something behind his back, and Fayre felt like she needed to find out what it was. Fayre stepped closer to him and frowned, holding out her hand, "Whatever it is, let me have it," Fayre said quietly yet firmly. She didn't understand what he said, so she disregarded it. "Come on, love..."

[BayMickey]

"I'm no child, Fayre. Don't treat me as one." Anger boiled in his blood, but something was keeping him from hurting her. Alexander didn't know this, but it was the passionate love he had for her. Fayre was the only person who had ever loved him, ever. Hios parents surely didn't love him. He was a froced child, and not even his father's child. He was though, of pure royal blood, but to his father's brother's blood. Yes, his mother had had an affair on Alexander's father, and the boy was the product of it. King Warren (as we may call him) didn't want to conceice a child with Alexander's mother anyway, so no trouble was aroused to her. But Alexander might has well never been born. He was beaten, slave driven, verbally abused, sexually assaulted, and treated as if he were less than a peasant. Anger and selfishness were pounded into Alexander's soft mind, and once he was angry, ti showed. but if in a good mood, he was kind a loving. It took a special person to bring it ouit, though. The dagger was now hanging loosely in Alexander's hand. He still had a grip on it, but barely. He looked into Fayre's eyes, seeing the love and trust in them. A smile crept upon his face and the weapon slid out of hand. He fell to his knees and at Fayre's feet. "Forgive me, love." Tears ran down his face abd straightinto the dirt. The sight was peculiar. A full grown man at a woman;s feet, sobbing.

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Fayre stared at him as mixed emotions swirled in his eyes. The moment she saw the daggger, Fayre stepped back, eyes widening. She shook her head, not able to take her eyes off of the bloodied dagger. Fayre grimaced, "Alexander.... what did you do?" Fayre asked, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close, trying to keep herself from crying. What had he done...?

[BayMickey]

Alexander wiped the tears from hsi eyes, looking up at Fayre. "I killed him. Both of them. I'm sorry. I couldn't let them touch you again. I'm a murderer, Fayre. A murderer."



OOC~ Brain Fart.

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[ it's fine ~ ]

Fayre shook her head, letting go of him and looking at his hands, which were still covered in the blood from the dagger that now lay behind him. Fayre attempted to say something, but no words came from her mouth. Instead, she shook her head again before resting her forehead against his shoulder. Fayre was torn. He was a murderer, but she loved him. finally, Fayre said quietly, "I still love you," and kissed his forehead gently.

[BayMickey]

"Don't treat me like my mother, Fayre. I'm a grown man. You wouldn't understand. I love you, truely. When they were trying to hurt you, I couldn't stand it. With WIlsopn, many people were angry. I confronted him about it, and he still stood his ground. A farmer struck him with his rake, killing him, but I got my share in his murder. With James, he tried to apoloize, but with all he had done to me, I just stabbed him, then placing it to look likea suicide. I'm sorry, dear Fayre. You can leave me, if you'd like. I understand."

OOC~ It's all talking, I hope you don't mind.

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[ it's fine ]

Fayre shook her head and pushed up from him, shaking her head. She turned away from him, and gave half a thought to giving him the ring back. She clenched her fists and sighed thickly. "Fine, I won't treat you like I love you," she said firmly, turning away from him. Fayre had no plans to leave him, no plans to ditch him. She loved him so much to the point she'd kill for him, too, but his commentary was unnecessary. Fayre grimaced and walked off, back towards the campfire and Holly.

[BayMickey]

Alexander squeezed Fayre to his chest. "I love you, Fayre."


(I am resuming. It's short.)

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Fayre pressed a gentle kiss onto his nose, "I love you too." She smiled and encircled his waisdts with her arms.

[BayMickey]

OOC~ I'm soooooooooooo super duper sorry for not replying in forever. I've had a lot of issues lately. I'll be on more now.

Alexander drew in a drew breath, letting it out with a timid bit of shake in his sigh. He rested his stubbled chin on Fayre's blonde locks, thinking. Alexander closed his eyes, drawing in another breath. The sweet smell of Amara filled his nostrils. Only that smell, so strong as it was, could come from one female. His mother. She had a special perfume made for her out those flowers. Where was she, if she was here. "Mother's here."

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[ It's fine ~ by the way, you didn't get the PM, but I'm keeping this RP going, as well (: ]

Fayre was still slightly dazed by the news that her fiancé had branded himself a murderer. Fayre hugged him closer for a moment. She suddenly feared that she was going to lose him. She didn't want to eve lose him. She wanted him to be hers forever. But just because two men had tried to rape her didn't justify murder. Especially that of his godfather. Fayre smiled contentedly as she felt his warmth against her. If she was never to have him, she'd never have anybody else, either. If she lost him, she'd lose herself. Fayre looked up when Alexander said his mother was coming. Chewing on the bottom of her lip, Fayre murmured, "Good or bad thing?"

[BayMickey]

OOC~ Alright, I got a little worried. It's short.... I hate it when I do that.

"Good. She won't care. She just wants to know I'm safe." Alexander looked up, the smell getting stronger.

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[ ^^ Just letting you know ]

Fayre nodded and pulled away a bit. "That's fine, I guess. She doesn't know, does she?" Fayre frowned. "You do know that mothers have a way of getting information on these things... whether you tell them or not."

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Alexander shook his head. "I doubt it. I don't go home much. You could call me more of a gypsy than a prince. I travel a lot." The smell got stronger, but his mother didn't show. He cocked and blonde eyebrow. Then, he heard wooden tires against a beaten path. A cart with almost one hundred purple roses in it appeared. "A vendor, from Amara? All the way out here?" Then, the merchant showed his face. "Aha! Mistro!" He walked up to his servant, and best friend, shaking his hand. "I have to say, that's clever. " Mistro nodded his head in thanks. He was never much of one who spoke much.

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[ just so you know I'm not actually leaving until February 15th, I'm just being a hidden member. There are just some people I'm avoiding. ]

Fayre turned around when she heard the cart's wheels, frowning at Alexander's question and looking up at the man in the cart. At first she was fearful: men hadn't dealt her good cards lately. When Alexander went up and greeted him, and the man said nothing, Fayre furrowed her brows. There was something familiar about this silent, rather short, character. Fayre looked around a moment and shrugged, walking over to the two of them but still keeping her distance. After all that had gone on in the last two days was nearly too much for poor Fayre to handle, and she didn't honestly feel like being the friendliest of women at the moment, though she knew she was perfectly capable of it.

[BayMickey]

[ ah, i see what u r doing. i understand. (: Sorry its so short.]

Alexander turned to look at Fayre. 'Fayre, this is Mistro, my dearest friend. No reason to be frightened or cautious with him, dear. He knows."Alexander reached out his hand for her to take. Mistro said a mere "Hello."

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[ ^^ Thanks for understanding. And it's fine ]

Fayre nodded and stepped up closer. Obviously, this 'Mistro' was not a very talkative man. Fayre looked at him and murmured a sweet 'hello,' and then stepped a bit closer to Alexander, still a tad bit skepitcal. "Are we going to Amara or something?" Fayre turned to Alexander and asked curiously.

[BayMickey]

Alexander shook his head. "Hell no. He's brought us supplies. I really don't know how he found us though." Mistro smiled, pulling out a leather bag from under the roses, tossing it to Alexander. 'Are you staying? Holly is here. James is dead." Mistro chuckled, "Good. He should be. And I have to go back." Alexander smirked, looking down at Fayre, dropping it then. "Alright, Mistro. Thank you." They shook hands, and Mistro departed. Alexander looked back at Fayre, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

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Fayre chuckled at his answer. She smiled and looked around a moment, looking at the purple Amara roses before Mistro rode off after saying it was good that James was dead. Fayre shuddered a moment as she remembered James looming over her, with her being completely defenseless. Fayre shook her head and stepped closer to Alexander, suddenly feeling the random need to be protected. When he kissed the top of her head, she wrapped her arms around her waist and rested her head on his chest. "I love you too," she murmured.

[BayMickey]

Alexander sighed. "We need to get back to HOlly."

[ sorry its really short. i have to go. byeeee. ]

[Guest]

Fayre nodded, not really wanting to move at all. She simply wanted to stay there in his embrace...to be contentedly safe with him... for as long as time would allow. She frowned, "All right... I guess you're right."

[BayMickey]

Alexander led Fayre back to the same field, seeing Sempre and Holly in it. Holly was asleep, and Sempre grazing next to her. "It's late."

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