Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-20 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, arielle chiaro, aspel cassul |
Nothin' about you is typical, Nothin' about you's predictable, You got me all twisted & confused...
Who: Aspel and Ari.
What: A walk at 2:36am.
Where: A pretty side path near/between the Commoners & Theater districts.
When: Backdated: Around 2:30am Sunday (5.19.2013)
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete!
Had she really just agreed to go walking with Ari at... A glance would be given over to a nearby clock, more out of habit than actual need as the communicator device certainly had the time on it if she had bothered to change her habits... 2:10am? Aspel blinked, squinting her eyes in the dark to make sure she was reading the clock right that was positioned nearby her bed. That simply could not be right. At least, that's what her mind pleaded pointlessly. Of course it was right, there was barely a sound on the streets and barely a lick of light aside from that from the dull circles of brightness that blotched the city streets from the lamps below her apartment windows. "Faram." A hand was brought up, wiping down over her face, before sliding back up slightly so that fingers could rub at her eyes, and a low sigh slipped out. Her mother would scold her for using their lords name in vein. It was an odd thought to pop into her mind as she shifted, swinging legs over the side of her bed, but it wasn't uncommon to be plagued by such thoughts at queer hours of the night after being roused violently from rest by the nightmares that haunted her to this day. There was three common types of nightmares, the ones where her family turned on her, throwing her to wolves and worst fates than the unknown. The second type where monsters that no sane or right Hume would ever provoke or invite defeated her, dragging her down into the darkness, claiming that she'd finally join them as she should have all along, and the third, in which she herself was one of those monsters, dragging others down and mutilating the good and innocent for some deep seated, sick and twisted pleasure that made her panic upon waking. The part that scared her most, was that all three dreams, had truth laying not far underneath them. If her family knew... If she returned to the dark... If she had not left the Guard. Her life revolved around If's it seemed more and more often. If Rictor asked Seloria if they could meet, would Seloria agree? If Aspel confronted Jareth, would he try to bring her back to the dark? To Fell? If she gave in to her desires would those old vices take hold again and not release her until all goodness, what little of it was left, had been sucked dry from her heart and soul? A huff of air slipped out and Aspel stood, a slight twitch at the side of her eye with her back straightening. She'd over done it between sparring with those in the Guild who still held frustration with their current situation in life and from spending far too long tonight smithing. Though, hiring Stone had made life far easier, it had already proven to be a wise investment not to have to spend hours running her own errands or pour over the inventory numbers. Her ability to compete orders, while not doubled, was close. It was also beneficial because it seemed as though Stone was almost fond of taking inventory, which was a time consuming task that was tedious and frustrating for Aspel some days but a very necessary part of maintaining 'The Armory'. Hands reached over her head as she stretched, and a groan slipped out. Clothing would be grabbed and thrown on, almost haphazardly, underwear, socks and a tunic from her dresser, pants that had been half heartedly discarded over a living room chair that she'd worn the day before (they still had her keys in the pocket) and a simple pair of boots as they were the first thing she accidentally kicked in her search for foot ware. Finally, her sword would be retrieved, and the belt strapped around her waist before a jacket was slipped on over all of it with gil and a couple potions being stored in an internal pocket of the jacket. Sighing, Aspel set through the motions of locking all the doors (first the one to her apartment, second the one to the back room and third the one to the front door) and headed out, at a brisk pace, to meet Ari at the agreed upon location. Unfortunately, without breaking into a full run, the smith would wind up five minutes later than the agreed upon time, arriving on the end of a light jog a hand would raise, signaling to the other woman. "My apologies for your wait." Would be the first words out of Aspel's mouth followed by a huff of air as she came to a stop in front of the bard and sucked in a deep breath before speaking again. "I hope it was not long." |