Fire and Ice

[♣Duchess]

Duchess sat properly with her knees together in the armchair where Neron had been lounging moments ago. She looked down for a moment and folded her hands together, trying to keep them from twitching so shamefully. She twisted her lips in a wry expression and bit the lower one slightly, trying to keep her feelings of embarrassment at bay. Her eyes passed over Damion's lovely face, and for a moment she felt the aftereffects of fear subside. It didn't last long, however.

"I-I'm sorry for causing all this tizzy... Please, don't worry yourselves over little old me. I'm sure you have far better things to--"

She paused, her eyes locking on to the doorway. Her eyes tightened as her expression faded into one of deep concern.

"I sense... Pain," she muttered sadly. Duchess was tempted to morph herself and pop right out there, but as they always say, 'curiousity killed the cat.'

"Is your temperamental friend... alright?"


((Sorry it's short. I couldn't think of anything. ._. And Miriel please check your PMs ^^)

[saerwen]

Damion was starting to get the hint that Duchess was a little infatuated with him. It’s got to be the hair. He chuckled at what she said though. “If we had anything better to do with our time I doubt that we would be here in the library, my dear.” Then he shook his head as another funny thought came to mind. “And we have so many people causing tizzies, that we have become professionals in handling them. Yours is by no means the worst.”
When she said that she sensed pain, Damion’s eyes shot to where Jaedon was, or had been. She had slinked her way out of the room while he had been watching Duchess. That could only mean one of two things, she was hiding something, or she was just having some fun in playing with Neron. What a little wench she was.
“Which temperamental friend are you talking about? We have two…” He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, placing one foot on the wall as a prop. He folded his arms across his chest and looked to where the two darker figures had disappeared, wondering exactly what was happening right about now. For some reason, leaving them alone made him uneasy; he didn’t trust Neron, he never had, never would.
She cocked her hips as Neron spoke to her. “Who would want to stalk you? That would be one of the most depressing pursuits of all life.” As he started to walk out the door she called out, “And I am not that little either.” She watched him leave and then slinked out the back door of the library. What a day… She went back to her dorm room, changed form, and then curled up as much as her shattered ribs would allow her to and fell asleep, like a rock. There was no way that she as gonna wake up early. No way in the world.

[Neron]

Miriel gazed at Duchess and a slight smile crawled across her face. She was so into DAmion, this girl. It made her be a bit jealous, but it wasn't anything to get all twisted up about. Damion would choose who he wanted, but Miriel sure hoped it would be her. Without knowing it she had turned to the very man and was studying his face. IT took her a moment to realize and it wasn't until Duchess had said, "I feel pain." that she snapped out of it. Snapping a look at the door she focused back on Duchess. "Pain...." her face grew worried. "I believe there is to much pain among this world.." Closing her eyes she let a sigh pull all the worry out of her. " They will be fine Miriel they will be fine..." But a sense of dread filled her. Why was everything so complex, and hurtful. Those two, they were such a problem, so much to watch over. Sometimes Miriel felt like a mother watching over two unruly kids who somehow always managed to hurt themselves. Looking fondly down at Duchess Miriel smiled slightly, "Perhaps we should bring you to the dorms, you look like you need some rest. Perhaps it would do you some good. Don't worry about them, they will be alright..." Her eyes drifted, "I hope"