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Post by Alexci Dominque on Mar 6, 2010 23:59:59 GMT -5
Their conversation came to an end. No matter what they could say to each other would not change the fact that they were on opposing factions. But even with that thought in regard, the Light Fey seemed to wave a hand, as though departing from a close friend. Maybe the other boy’s brain broke a long the way, had Alex accidentally shocked him without knowing it? “Perhaps we will run into each other again,” he said, as though actually thinking about it. It was his eyes that always gave away his Court, but sometimes the opposite team assumed it was a fire ability.
“Well, salutations,” he mused. The departure was unlike his entrance. In a flash the Light Fey had disappeared from view, although a glow of light still hung in the area, delayed by the fast movements. It had been a very fortunate greeting, between the two, after all no one died and if Alex had any scratches they were caused by himself. |
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Post by Silvar on Mar 7, 2010 0:37:20 GMT -5
And as suddenly as the strange Fey had appeared, he was gone. Silv still felt the lingering, strange and unwelcome sensation of the Light's touch, and as the light faded his eyes shadowed heavily. There were many reasons why he hoped they would never meet again, despite how honestly the boy seemed to want that they would, and he turned finally from where he'd stood transfixed for what seemed like much too long in the presence of that bright thing.
It was quick that his gaze landed on a particular patch of the battlefield, one that he would never forget and that would never fail to stir something within him, however tumultuous that something was, however unpredictable and dangerous. Hand leaving the scar on his side he rubbed at the points of contact on the hand the Light Fey had gripped.
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