a special kind of crazy
Tyrian
10-13-2020, 11:13 PM
Over and over again she reminded herself how she needed to be brave, calm, and collected when the King answered her call. Showing herself as undeserving and weak wouldn't do her any favors, and she needed his knowledge as badly as she needed air to breathe. Still, the expression upon his face as he arrived instantly set her ears to pin, the lump in her throat building the longer he inspected her and her 'kill'. [/b] "W-w." Her voice broke, and she swallowed to steady herself. "We did. I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to turn to." It was very very hard to keep her entire body from shaking and her gaze from hiding from his own, but Aryn kept her eyes firmly upon his and her paws still. "I know you don't owe me anything.. I get it if you want to send me away." Another big gulp, and a shaky inhale. "I need another lesson, I'm willing to pay you anything. Whatever you think is fair." Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, her anxiety peeking through. Aryn was prepared to steal even from Lirim's cache's if that's what it took - after all, if they were moving to Valhalla they wouldn't need them anymore anyways. "Please, Tyrian. Please."
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"Thinking" "You." |