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Post by FlyingPanther on Jun 12, 2008 18:52:42 GMT -5
"You won't like what you hear....The truth is..." Silvanus shuddered under her touch. As if he was ready to recieve a blow instead of a comforting motion. He opened his eyes slowly, and turned his head to look at her. His eyes were watery, whether from what he was about to tell her, or from shutting his eyes so intencely was uncertain. "I killed my mother with the information I'm about to tell you. I just..." his mind fluttered as he spoke, back to the time when his mother was bed ridden, and he had finally realized what he had done was wrong. He had asked for forgiveness like his father had repented to his deity. And yet, his mother had not forgiven him. He was still unforgiven for his crimes, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be....or if he even wanted to be. As his death seemed on the approach, he knew where he would be going. He would never see his mother or father again. The fates had finally come to him.
He looked away from Ophelia, again closing his eyes and hugging his arms to his chest, almost like he was cold. "I lead him into the Golfam Marsh...and..." he moved a hand so that the palm of it touched his aching forhead, "I left him there..." he said almost silently.
Now it was out. He couldn't take back his words. There were no appologies he could give for such a horrible thing that he had done. No matter how old he was.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 10, 2008 1:06:09 GMT -5
Ophelia sat with an intensity about her like a great tidal wave about to crash. Her eyes were sharp and cold and her posture was tense. Yet, his words didn't hit her as heavily as she expected them to. She could have even called the news disappointing, like waiting for a monsoon and getting caught in a thunderstorm. Disturbing but not quite news to her. He'd been revealing the truth of his flawed core for years, in bits and pieces though it may have been.
"Idiot."
That was all she said for a long moment. She wasn't sure what else there was to say.
At last a heavy sigh rushed from her muzzle and Ophelia briefly closed her eyes to run her fingers through her short, dark fur. Idiot. The word repeated itself over and over again and maybe, for a moment, she found herself thinking of the way she'd abandoned her own father all those years ago but she soon opened her eyes and fixed those sharp orbs upon Silvanus.
"The past is the past, Silvanus. You can't change what you've done or the choices you've made, you can only change the here and now. You've been a damned idiot, I'll be the first to say it, but you don't have to stay that way." Ophelia had no deities to pray to, nor did she really believe in the afterlife with all its ghosts and phantoms. You lived and then you died. That was the span of it, it was the same for everyone. "Now, I've got to ask you... You've finally reached the end of the line: there's no more running from your problems here, not if I have anything to do with it, and your past has finally caught up with you. What are you going to do?"
In the end, that was what mattered most to Ophelia. Not what he'd done in the past but what he planned to do now, in the present.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jul 26, 2008 15:09:27 GMT -5
Silvanus was suprised when he felt not sharp pain. He was almost sure that the doe next to him would take out some sort of physical vengeance for his brother. It left him with an emptiness, and suddenly he was finding that he wished she would strike him. His guilt was so heavy, and so unpunished that at this point he wasn't sure if he was afraid of his brother's vengeance, or that it wouldn't be enough of a punishment. He scratched the back of his neck, as the word idiot rang throughout his mind. Yes, it is what he truely was, no matter how hard he tried not to be, he always found a way to make himself one. Tears streamed down his face. What a failure he had been to his mother, no wonder she died.
"I don't know...When I saw him....when we spoke...I asked him for forgiveness, asked him if we could try to be a family." he laughed bitterly, a first timer for Silvanus...whose laughter was always so full of happiness. "Obviously that was to much to ask for..." he said almost silently. A couple minutes passed and he looked back up at Ophelia, only to look back at his entwined fingers when her facial expression hurt him. He stood up a moment, pacing in front of the couch and scratching the back of his neck. "I think...he's just going to kill me...I don't know if there is anything I can do..." then he stood still, his eyes blank, as if he had already forfitted his body to darker places.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 1, 2008 13:12:47 GMT -5
That... wasn't the answer Ophelia wanted to hear.
The buck got his slap this time.
When at last he decided to look at her, if he decided to look at her, he would see the very expression of shame. Not in herself, oh no, but in Silvanus himself. In fact, Ophelia might have been able to say that she was more ashamed by his cowardly resign than anything else.
"You are pathetic, Silvanus. Pathetic and thick-headed. As if you could buy forgiveness for what you did to him through words alone? He has every reason to hate you, even you know this!" Ophelia was so angry she could scream. Years ago she had encountered Silvanus and found him handsome and charming... She was disgusted by the change in him. "Go to bed, rest up... In the morning we'll talk further. If you still want to give up come morning, then go: I have no intention of helping someone that cannot help themselves. If you can face him, though, and truly fess up to what you've done to him, that you were the monster here and not him...then I'll help you confront him."
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 12, 2008 14:39:00 GMT -5
The slap across the face came as a jump start. He couldn't help but gasp, as if he had been holding his breath. He put his hand against the heated side of his face, cooling it down with his hands, and feeling a certain amount of relief from both sensations. He almost wanted to thank her. Wanted her to continue in some sort of assult. Maybe then he could prepare himself for what he knew was only a matter of time.
He didn't look at her right away, but when he did, he wished he hadn't. There was something familiar in her gaze that made his eyes water. Then he remembered where he had seen it from, and his chest seized visibly, his body starting to curl over as he put his head in his hands in his lap. Suits, what had he done? Why did he ever think that getting rid of his brother would be the solution to everything. His father would have been ashamed...and his mother died giving him the look that Ophelia was displaying. He couldn't find himself in the drowning waters of his mind. His guilt was to great to reply.
He wanted to scream to the world that he was sorry. He knew that his brother wouldn't accept his apology, but doing it anyway seemed like the right thing to do...not just to save his skin but because of the pain his guilt had drilled into his heart. He knew he needed to make amends, and there was a part of him that wanted to. There was a part of him still that held the hatred of his childhood. If his brother had never exsisted...his life wouldn't be as it was....it would have been better, safer. Maybe he would have been married and had proper kids rather then just knocking up a bunch of different people. Ophelia would be safer....if she had never met him.
His body shook with silent tears. He wished he could say something, but his mind couldn't form anything coherent.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 12, 2008 14:47:07 GMT -5
For a short moment Ophelia sat there and stewed in her rage. Waiting. Waiting for the anger to subside, waiting for Silvanus to say something, do something...anything. And nothing came. He simply stood and nursed his bruised ego and his guilt until that was all he could see. What was worse, though, than the fact that he simply refused to act, was that Ophelia knew he was drowning in his own self-pity as well.
She extended an arm, pointing down the hallway. "Go to bed. I'm done talking for the night. If you want to continue running, then so be it. G'night and goodbye. I won't help a coward." The doe sat down in a rush, cupping her head in her hands and resisting the urge to yell.
How could Silvanus keep running? Ophelia couldn't muster the will to understand it. She'd done things she hadn't agree with in the past, but nothing like this. Nothing that she would have kept running from, at very least.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 12, 2008 15:47:31 GMT -5
[OOC: If you want, after this post you can reply as if it is the next morning? Or how would you want to go about this?] Silvanus couldn't hear her at first. His mind was to muddled. Instead he sat where he was for a couple of moments, until he realized that he had actually heard something, his mind finally dragging up the words to the front. He looked up, his eyes red and his cheeks soaked. He didn't want to think about just how pathetic he looked. Just how childlike. There really was nothing good about him was there? It made him wonder why Ophelia just didn't send him packing. He looked at her. How noble she was. How much had he wanted to be like her all his life? It was funny to see himself in a position he never wanted to be in, and a woman that he had at first been so adverce to now being the role model he had always wanted to emulate. His mind quickly seemed to calm, as if he was having an epiphany. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry I've let you down." he said softly. He felt awkward now, but there was nothing that could be done about it. He could most certainly leave. He could leave her out of this entirely. It would be like this meeting had never happened. He would be killed, and she would be safe. She wouldn't have to be dragged into whatever his brother had planned for him...would his brother stop at just hurting him? He wasn't sure what his brother was capable of. But something told him not to. That this time, he couldn't just leave. He had to make something up to Ophelia, after that look on her face....Maybe it would calm the terbulent waters of his soul... He got up without another word, and headed in the direction the angry finger pointed him to. His footsteps were like nothing, and he silently moved through the house, as if he was a spirit already. |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 10:12:58 GMT -5
Ophelia didn't respond to his apology but merely watched him sulk away toward her bedroom. What a fool he was...but at least he looked like he didn't intend to run away again. Once he was gone and she'd heard the door to her room shutting, Ophelia lifted up and dug out the pillows and the blankets Maxwell had stashed nearby for the many occasions that she simply passed out here on her way up from the lab.
Usually, of course, it was Maxwell covering her up when he found her there. She smiled to herself, the expression half-sad, and finally let herself fall into sleep.
When morning came, Ophelia barely felt the affects of sleep. Well, the good ones at least. All the miserable side affects were there, though. So, groggy and slightly disoriented, Ophelia drug herself to the bathroom for a quick shower.
At some point she would have to check and make sure Silvanus had even stayed long enough for breakfast, but she would make it first and wake him after...if he was still there. It would give him time to wake up, if nothing else.
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Post by Kiki on Aug 27, 2008 20:52:10 GMT -5
FP and Vyn receive 4 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 3, 2008 14:49:14 GMT -5
Silvanus couldn't sleep. He lay on his back, in the bed, his mind running, his eyes glued to the ceiling of the room. It was a strange feeling, being in her bed. He had only done it on one other occation, and he had told her something that had made her upset with him then too. It was strange...how they were still friends even though he constantly disappointed Ophelia. He realized then that he would never have a friend quite like her. No one would have forgiven him, offered to help him the way she did. Hell...even he was discusted with himself. He had no idea how he would be able to redeem himself in her eyes...but he found...that he really...really wanted to. He had given her nothing...and he had taken everything.
He didn't want to move. In a way, he hoped that a crack would form in the earth and swallow him whole. Somehow he thought that was more merciful then what his brother probably had in mind for him. But no...he couldn't stay in bed forever. With a sigh he rolled out of the bed, and wandered back into the house. The shower was running...he imagined that Ophelia was showering. He smiled a bit as he thought of an idea. Certainly it wouldn't win him any points...but at least it was something nice he could do...something that could make himself useful.
He wandered into the kitchen, looking in cupboards and other such food storage areas, before pulling out a couple ingredients. He decided, that he would make some sort of sweet bread and tea. He began the mixture and set a pot of water to be heated. He hoped he would be able to finish by the time that Ophelia got out of the shower.
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