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Post by KEIJI MAURELLE on Oct 25, 2009 23:52:09 GMT -5
Keiji Maurelle was one of the few in the Argentum court to dress in a 'modern' style. His toned body was clothed in a pair of nearly tight black jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black and white striped suit jacked. His black leather boots made barely any sound as he walked through the palace halls, though they made more sound than they would have on a regular day. This was not a regular day. He'd waited day after day after day to see Ronja again. At first he'd though his suspicions were right and he'd been just a little game for her to pass the time, and now she was avoiding him. But then he heard whispers of her having gone missing. He'd been worried for his newly-found friend, and a little ashamed at having through she'd ignored him when in fact she'd been missing.
His eyes were hard, and his stance was one of challange. All who encountered him in the halls moved out of his way, even some of the haughty lords that would usually take the time to poke and prod at him with sharp words. Not today, they were cautious of him. He had to give them credit for being smart enough for not prodding at him when he was ready to blow.
Only moments ago he'd heard that Ronja was back, and she was not in good shape. Not in good shape at all. Keiji had left the dining hall, found out where her rooms were located and then made his way toward them. He had no idea how long she'd actually been back, gossip and rumours were quick at times, and slow at others. He'd find out when he saw her. Keiji stopped before the guards blocking the door to Ronja's rooms. He told them his name, and asked that they let Lady Ronja know that he was here to see her. One of the guards was a sort of friend or aquaintance, while the other looked at him with a mix of fear and disgust. Had Keiji been in a better mood, he'd have pretended to jump at the guard while yelling 'BOO!'
But not now, he had to see his newly-found friend...
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 26, 2009 8:58:38 GMT -5
Ronja hated being like this, hated it. She knew she should stay in bed, her poor body was strong but her spirit was broken, and she knew that without that, she wasn't healed. Not to mention that all her injuries still hurt. She would have scars from this event perhaps for her entire endless life. This was a turning point for her, but she had made a vow, to herself, deep in her heart, not too lose herself in this. It would be so easy to be weak, she had to be strong again. At some point. For now, she couldn't see past the broken mess she was in.
Ronja was laid out in bed, she'd been there all day. She was dressed in a light blue nightgown, loose so it did not cling to any of her healing scars. And the only reasons he wore it at all, was to cover up the cuts. Ronja was ashamed of them, and she was too proud to show them off. But she had spread Radella's name, and thus her injures were known, but no one had really seen her, except Nicholas and those guards that helped them the first day.
And now someone wanted to see her, she was desperate for company, Nicholas was busy with something it seemed, and she couldn't really demand that he spend all his time with her. And so when they told her the Kelpie Keiji was here to see her she grinned, despite her pain and despite the fact that they were basically strangers, she knew he was a friedn, someone who already knew her soft.
"Send him in." Ronja urged as she sent the guard out. Not like she really needed guards to protect her, but she wasn't feeling strong enough to resist. And she waited for the door to open. She held herself as regally as she could manage without hurting herself. Sure he was a friend, but a new one and she was still a prideful creature. But she sighed, unable to hold the pose. He'd just see her as she really was.
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Post by KEIJI MAURELLE on Oct 27, 2009 18:46:14 GMT -5
He waited impatiently as the guard he got along with slipped into Ronja's room to let her know he was here. The other guard remained at his post, hard glaring eyes fixed on Keiji. This wasn't good for his already negative mood, the longer he waited with the unfriendly guard, the more he wanted to jump at his throat. Finally the other guard returned and gave him the go ahead to enter Ronja's rooms. Keiji nodded in thanks, resisting the urge to snarl very animal-like at the unfriendly guard. In stead he slipped between them and into the parlour. He then went toward one open door and entered Ronja's bedroom.
His steps faltered just short of the bedposts at her feet. Keiji's eyes were on her face, and he felt his heart drop. He thought that he could have handled it if he'd seen her face bruised and cut, but her face looked uninjured and in stead her eyes looked wounded. He felt anger rise up in his chest. What had first drawn him to Ronja had been the light in ther eyes, the pure life in her.
He would make the one responsible for this pay dearly, that he promised himself. Ronja held herself upright, but she may as well have been slouching, for Keiji saw the lack of life in her eyes. He wanted to scream and break something. He and Ronja were not that close, but she was one of the few at court who's company he actually enjoyed. If she was 'broken' for good, he would lose it.
Cautiously Keiji walked around the bed until he was a step or so away from her, at the side of the bed. "Who has done this?" He'd stayed long enough to hear that Ronja was back and that she'd been injured, Keiji hadn't stuck around to hear the name Radella. He tried to keep his face blank, but he couldn't keep it empty enough to hide that he was angered.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 27, 2009 18:56:20 GMT -5
Ronja tried to smile when he came in, but it felt fake to her, so she let it falter and die upon her lips. When he stopped, she decided he was much to far away and she patted the bed in front of her, hoping he would sit. He was such a good person, and while they didn't know each other well, she liked his energy,m his spirit. And she needed hers repaired so badly. The fire in her body was gone, dwindling with shame. If she hadn't been so stupid to wander into kelpie land, almost looking for trouble....
Ronja was determined not to mention that it had happened mostly near Kelpie territory because she didn't want Keiji to blame himself or anything. She didn't answer his question, what she did instead was untie the top of the night gown, pulling down the fabric so that it barely covered her nipples so he could read Radella's name carved out in caps across her skin. She bit her lip for a moment and then retied it, ashamed of her own foolishness and inability to protect herself. Ronaj was strong and hot and passionate, but now she was scared and broken and she had no idea how to find herself again. Maybe he could help.
"Please, sit," She said, patting the bed again. She needed closeness, she wasn't going to break. She may have been weak enough to have this happen to her, but she wasn't that weak.
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Post by KEIJI MAURELLE on Oct 28, 2009 21:02:02 GMT -5
He watched as he patted the bed by her, but he couldn’t get that close, not quite yet. Keiji needed to cool off a little, cool his anger before he could get physically close to anyone. He tried giving her a reassuring smile, but gave up half-way. He didn’t feel like being reassuring, he was angry and there was no point in pretending. Besides they were friends of a sort, and he did not like to lie to his friends.
He waited for her to respond to his question, to tell him who had hurt her in such a way, or tell him to mind his own business. But in stead, she undid the top of her nightgown and let it slip, revealing the name carved into her chest. The cuts must have healed quite a bit since she'd received him, which told him just how deep the culprit had pressed into Ronja's creamy skin.
"Radella..."
He said the name with distaste, and his nose wrinkled a little. He knew tha 'lady'. She was of the Atra court, and she was one of the few that he despised most ouf of that group. He supposed he could call the Atra court a group, just as the Argentum court was a group. He didn't dislike Radella so much as hate her. And now he had all the more reason to curse her existance. That Atra bitch had hurt his newly found friend. He would not forget this, he would remember and hold a grudge for all eternity, if he were to live that long. Keiji sometimes felt that war would take him from this world, just as it had his parents. The thought did not frighten him, so much as make him feel that he should live to the fullest before his time came.
Now that he knew who to hate, who to blame, and who to potentially kill, Keiji took a deep breath, then sat on the bed beside her. On her arms he saw remenants of what had been other cuts, and her flesh had yellowed where there'd recently been large purple bruises. He wanted to comfort her in some way, but didn't know how to fully do so without hurthing her.
So he went for a part of her that wasn't injured, one slender but strong hand slipping over her hair. Had they been lovers, the gesture would have been a romantic one, but being friends without any sexual tension as they were, the movement was simply what he'd meant it to be, a comfort. Or at least he hoped it was a comfort for Ronja. Perhaps he'd comforted himself more with the touch than he had comforted his friend. A number of emotions warred over his expression, and in the end he just looked confused.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 28, 2009 21:29:25 GMT -5
Ronja smiled lightly when he finally sat, running a hand gently over her hair. He was a good man. And she could see the vengeance in his eyes when he had been standing, and she appriciated his loyalty. "Join the line pal, I wanted to kill her first, and Nicholas vowed second, that makes you third." She said, her eyes managing to sparkle a little in the joke. Slowly but surely her fire was being rekindled, by Nicholas mostly, and now Keiji. It was good to know she had friends. Maybe they'd go hack her to bits together.
She took his hand and held it in her own. He wouldn't break her, he might hurt her though. She'd been on bed rest for days, and the day before she'd snuck out only to rip out several stitches as she sewed up her new servant James. And now she was sewn up again and practically chained to the bed. People came in to check on her all the time to make sure she was still here.
Ronja wanted to hug him or something, but she didn't want to move, didn't want to upset her wounds more than she already had. She just wanted these scars to go away, she wanted her life back, her personality back. At least her fire was come back, slowly but surely.
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Post by KEIJI MAURELLE on Oct 29, 2009 23:48:37 GMT -5
She took his hand and some of his worry dissiapted. Something deep inside of him relaxed, and he found himself being more comfortable. He squeezed her hand lightly, a little amazed at how close they could be, with this being their second meeting and all. It didn't matter, he would cherish this. He wondered if she'd take comfort in some more touch. He didn't mean sexual, but he had a way about him that was very sensual and physical. And she hadn't complained about his touching her hair, and she'd been the one to initiate skin to skin contact. It made Keiji wonder if maybe they were the same type of creature, in that sense anyway.
As he thought things through, Keiji realized that he felt more bad for her because she was stuck in bed, rather than her injuries. Of course her injuries were not to be disregarded, but the fact that she had to be stuck in her own room --specifically her own bed-- while she healed, sort of felt like a punishment upon the inital punishment. His thoughts were so jumbled, he must still be upset. The knowledge of what had occured was after all still fresh to him.
Unconsciously he stroked a thumb over her knuckles, comforting both Ronja and himself. Keiji was very physical, and anyone who knew him very well would know that to calm him down or comfort him, one would have to touch him skin on skin rather than give him pretty or reassuring words.
"It doesn't matter where in the line I'm standing...as long as I get some piece of her."
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 30, 2009 8:55:06 GMT -5
Ronja smiled lightly, watching him as he stroked her thumb. Frankly, she didn't like silence, she never had, and now when it got quiet Radella's face often appeared in front of her eyes, an illusion, an imprint of her hold over Ronja. She hated the Atra, despised her deeply. And Ronja knew that she should let Keiji take care of it (for Nicholas would surely die) and herself was weak. But Ronja wanted to be the one to tear her head right off her spine, she didn't care if she had back up or not, just as long as she got to kill that silly little child.
"Someday we'll all go together," Ronja decided. "If I hear you took her on and died...." She shook her head. It wasn't as emotional as when she said it Nicholas, of course, since she relaly barely knew Keiji. "Don't go after her friend, it is better we are all alive." Not Rad so much as the rest of them. She liked the display of loyalty, but her need for revenge over Radella did not out weigh her love for her friends.
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Post by KEIJI MAURELLE on Nov 1, 2009 23:50:00 GMT -5
Keiji tried not to have his pride wounded, Ronja of course did not know him all too well. He knew of Radella, and he'd despised her even before his parents died and he left the Atra court. Now that little fool had gone over the line, and Keiji had unconsciouly been waiting for her to take that last step. He wanted her dead.
"I'm not quite that destructable..."
He forced a smile, some of it touching his eyes. Keiji brushed his thumb over her knuckles one last time then released her hand. They were not that close. He shouldn't have touched her. Keiji wanted to pace from one end of the large bedroom to the other.
"But I will respect your wishes, Lady Ronja."
Keiji pushed himself back up to his feet, feeling the frustration well up inside of him again. He needed to hit something. His light blue eyes darkened with his anger, and his shoulders tightened. Damn Radelle. She would get hers...
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Nov 2, 2009 9:12:11 GMT -5
Ronja felt bad, as if she had offended him by assuming he would die. maybe she was just really weak, that didn't mean that everyone else was. Maybe she had never been as string as she thought, but in her defense, she hadn't even seen Keiji in a fight and it was natural to want to protect your friends. So she just smiled apprehensively.
"So..." Ronja wasn't sure what to say now, they couldn't go and do anything, no while she was like this, and she hardly knew enough about him to ask anything but silly small talk. "I'm very glad you came to see me, I'm losing my mind in here, day after day. Nice to see a friendly face." It reminded her of that day when they had run through the meadow, that had been a good day.
Now she could do nothing.
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