They're Written In The Walls

N/A · 09-25-2015, 05:14 PM

Allen would flinch as Arian yelled. My, what a temper she had! But at the same time he couldn’t help but find it a little comforting. She cared. He would shake his head, moving to her side and gently nuzzling her shoulder. “No Arian. There will be no need for that. It’s my fault.” Allen would let a soft sigh pass him. “I know he intends to siege Sin over Threar’s falling. I didn’t see two wrongs making a right, and worried that Bass might seek slaves in retribution.” Allen would let his gaze look far out into the lands.

“I couldn’t... I couldn’t be a part of that possibility. Bass didn’t give me a straight answer... He told me to either fight or I could leave. So I did.” Allen would give a soft sigh. “Bass to easily allows his anger to lead him. It makes me worried. I wish that there didn’t have to be fighting at all... But... What will be will be.” Allen would close his eyes. “To think our friendship could be shattered by something so trivial... As not wanting to fight... A disagreement of views... I was his secondary for so long. I watched Abaven for him. It... It huts.”

He would open his eyes and look to Arian. “Thank you, Arian. I’m sure the stability will give Nona some piece of mind.” The man would smile gently. “I was down, yes, but... I didn’t want to give up. I was afraid to die... And... More importantly... I didn’t want to leave my family. If I had... I know I would have been far more shattered in the afterlife. My children, my wife need me.” Allen would smile. “...If you ever need anything Arian, say the word. I’ll be happy to assist how I can.”

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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