by jobiehanna » 02/07/2010 8:53 PM
Isilvar grinned evily. So, he had underestimanted the other. But, he would just have to be firther prepared next time. He had expected a fight of swords, not guns. He knew guns were faster than even his movements, which were very swift and fast. He put the swords away and grabbed the girl before she had time to even bat an eye. He held her up to his chest with her back against his chest and a dagger against her thoat. The wind blew his hood off of his face and he wished it hadn't. He hadn't had time to conceal what he was feeling. He silently cursed his eyes, for they always gave away what he felt, that was the purpose for the hooded cloak.
Dream was caught off gaurd by the sudden movements of her abductor. She was in his arms, but his grip wasn't as tight as before, it was almost a tender kind of hold. She was surprised and it must have shown on her face, because there was no way to conceal her surprise. She studied the man's face, something she didn't really want to do. His eyes were on her, not the pistil pointing at them. His eyes were shrouded in misery and sorrow, though he tried to mask it well. His face was pale, and that of young man, rather close to her age. He blinked, and the look of misery and sorrow was gone. Pure evil replaced it and she nearly gasped when he spun her around to embrace her before he jumped from the boat and disappeared into the dark night. She collasped onto the floor of the boat and shivered. It was very cold and getting very late. Tears began to stream down her face, she didn't know why, nor could she stop them. That look had seemed so desperate, she couldn't erase it from her mind.
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And I was runnin' far away
Would I run off the world someday?
Nobody knows
Nobody knows, and
I was dancing in the rain
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