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- Saul Stormbringer - 03-27-2012 [html]
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The news that Barrett was not coming back had weighed heavily on the young Stormbringer for the past few days. When Lilin had returned, Saul had no idea what kind of bombshell she would be dropping. The long scar on his cousins arm was worrying, especially since she'd revealed that her own mother had given it to her. Her trip inland hadn't been a concern for him until she'd returned five days ago, saturated from the storm raging outside and the tears that were pouring freely from her caribbean blue eyes. Saul had done the only thing he could think of to comfort his cousin- he'd dropped to the floor and held her while she'd cried. When she'd calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong, he'd been very confused about her words. She hadn't made a lot of sense, but he got from her that her mother had practically disowned her and had disinherited her from some kind of inheritance. He still didn't quite understand what she'd been talking about, but the news she'd bought back was, in his mind, more worrying than her cut arms. Barrett wasn't coming back, and in Saul's mind, that meant that their contract had been terminated. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-02-2012 [html] (432) A second birthday had come and gone and yet, she felt none the wiser. Lilin actually had less stability than she'd had exactly a year ago, while still in the care of the madwoman she now begrudgingly called mother. She had not left the property since her return that day: that fated afternoon when she'd sought refuge in her cousin's brotherly embrace. While he would occasionally check up on her every once in a while, Saul understood boundaries and never imposed himself unless necessary. She knew where he was at all times as he kept her mildly aware of his comings and goings. This was all the two-toned female really needed to feel at ease and as it seemed, the Stormbringer male understood her needs perfectly. While other residents might not have deemed it necessary to uphold their part of a void contract with their now missing landlord, Lilin had not changed anything to her daily routine. It kept her mind busy and every morning, at the crack of dawn, she still rose with the sun to fulfil her responsibilities around the property. Barrett had gotten around to showing her quite a few things during their time together, including how to harvest, cut, trim and dry cannabis. She hadn't quite realized how valuable his practice was from a trader's standpoint, at the time assuming the coffee-coloured male was in it for the free consumption and optimized debauchery. Now that she understood his reasons for such dedication; Lilin found herself nurturing the plants so that she too, could barter her way around as he'd done. With her morning chores done and over with, the would-be cult heir found herself sitting at the dressing table in her bedroom; staring down at the slicker brush and steel-toothed groomer's comb she'd once upon a time used on Barrett. A bittersweet smile stretched her lips thinly as she remembered the way he'd winced during the dematting procedure, the laughs and nonchalant conversation they'd shared. Four new moons had passed and already, his presence was a memory. Saul's approaching footsteps had been caught before his arrival, doing so hadn't been difficult. Lilin tried not to think of the way he'd found her during the storm; it was humiliating to have openly displayed such mental weakness in front of a peer. She spoke nothing of her discomfort though, choosing to avoid the subject deliberately whenever they interacted. ''Yes,'' she responded then, turning away from the dusty mirror, anticipating her relative's entrance. There was no need for formal invitations, Saul should've known by now that his presence was welcomed. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-10-2012 [html]
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Unlike the last time he'd been outside the door, Saul waited patiently for an answer before walking in. He knew that Lilin didn't have much of a problem with his invasion of her privacy- he'd seen her at her very worst and accepted her for who she was. But that didn't mean he had the right to waltz in whenever he pleased. Hands twisted together as green eyes searched the wood carefully, picking up patterns out and smiling softly. He didn't know how she would react to his words, but he had to say them. He couldn't have been the only one who felt the unease of being here, of living in someone elses home and on their property in their absence. Maybe it was just him- afterall, Lilin and Ezra had been here a whole lot longer than he and they were more comfortable around this place. Still, he would drive himself mad if he didn't say anything to her, to gauge her reaction and assess her intentions. His intentions would be made clear shortly, he just needed a little time to sort out his thoughts. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |