forum Two People RP//CLOSED (Stalkers welcome)

Started October 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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“We’ve only known each other since I was seven. I lived here before then. Those random trips mother and I would take was to here. This is my true home, not Rosgard.” Farron said, continuing to walk into the city.

"Really," Azura said. She wasn't necessarily pleased by his reaction. Sometimes she hated that he seemed to be such a no-nonsense person.
Well, he didn't exactly explain this to me before, its not like I should have known this already.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked, trying not to lose it. This was sort of a big deal to her.
Every time I think I know this guy, he throws me a curve ball. Why can't he just tell me stuff, like most best friends do?

“It wasn’t necessary information.” Farron sighed and walked up the golden steps to the palace, “I’m sorry I kept it from you, Azura.”
Why are you apologising? You didn’t need to.
Yes, yes I did.
The go,den double doors opened for them and they were led inside, people bustling about to complete the job they needed. Farron smiled at a few of them and said hello to a few guards in a different language.

Azura followed closely behind Farron, clutching his arm. She had never been this far away from home before, never met so many people that weren't her own. Rosgard, although larger than Pryvlyn, was not too large either, with a population of about 80,000. Azura knew all of the store owners and such, so being around so many new faces was so weird.
"Its- Its alright," Azura said, barely over a whisper.

Farron was about to day something but they had arrived at the throne room. A man who looked awfully similar to Farron, sat on the throne. Once his eyes landed on Farron, he rose and walked over, Farron gently prying his arm off of Azura so he could embrace the other.
“Brother,” The man said, pulling back to smile at Farron who once again stood beside his princess.
“Herla, it’s good to see you again.” Farron said.
“And who might this be?” The man, Herla asked, turning to Azura.

"Hello, I am Azura, Princess of Rosgard. nice to meet you." She curtsied. She looked calm and composed, but inside she was freaking out.
brother!? DID HE JUST SAY BROTHER!? Farron and I will definitely be talking about this later.

“Ah, you’re the girl Farron always mentions when he’s here. It’s nice to meet you, Princess. I am Herla, Prince of Pyvlyn. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He bowed low and grinned at them both, “Now, I heard you needed a place to stay for the night, yes?”
Farron nodded, “Yeah that’s right.”
“Well, you know the place brother, so as you please. I’ll see you both for dinner later.”

"Thank you. And It was very nice to meet you." She turned away. As soon as they were out of earshot, she let him have it.
"A BROTHER!? You had a brother and didn't tell me? Are we even friends. Really. Honestly, Farron, do you consider me to be your best friend, like I do? Because if not, I understand, but if so, best friends are supposed to tell each other these types of things." She crossed her arms protectively over her upper body. When Farron didn't reply right away, she kept talking.
"I mean, I just feel like you don't trust me. I talk to you. I tell you how I feel. And you expect me to. So what, Is that it? Do you not trust me?"

Farron sighed and rubbed at his face with both hands, “I do trust you Azrua, believed me, I do. This place, my home. Is onto known to by a few people outside of the city. I was sworn to secrecy my my parents to never tell anyone about this place, not even you. I wanted to tell you, so many times but if I broke my vow… I couldn’t risk it.”

"Oh, Okay," Azura sighed. She was visibly upset. But, she didn't say anything else about it, and she followed Farron down the hallway to the two rooms side by side. When they got to the doors, Azura stopped and looked over at Farron. Her tone was cold.
"When do you suggest we move out? Tomorrow morning, or should we stay a bit and hope they don't come here?"

"They don't know about this place so we can stay for as long as you wish." Farron replied, running a hand through his hair slowly. He felt bad because he could tell Azura was upset but didn't know what else to say.

"Alright, well I'm tired, so I will see you later." Azura walked into her room and shut the door. She flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.
Why do I care so much? she thought to herself. I mean, he is my friend, but technically it's still his business, I really dont know. . .
She resigned that she was too tired to think about it.

Farron sighed and instead of going into his room, decided to walk around for a while.
You should have told her.. He ran a hand through his hair again, Yeah, but you couldn't have broken your vow.
Dude, just shut up!

Azura looked out the window of her room, with most of her upper body on the outside, and her face to the sunset. She took a deep breath in.
It doesn't matter, she told herself. The important thing is that he cane with me. That means he cares. Whether he tells me things or not is for him to decide.
She sat for a while on the window sill, then she started to sing.

Wings of fire
Eyes of color
Tears of white and grey

Soul of stone
Heart of gold
Mind that's lead astray

Who we are
Who we'll be
no one can surely say.

“Brother!” Herla said, laughing as he walked up to Farron who just shook his head.
“Not now Herla,” He said, sighing.
“Why not? What’s the matter? Trouble with Azura?”
“You could say that… She’s mad that I didn’t tell her about this place.” He explained.
Herla frowned a little and shook his head, “She’ll be fine sooner or later, don’t worry.”

Smile of sun
Frown of rain
Laugh of a spring day

Happiness, joy
love, sadness
anger and pure hate

A circle,a loop
a story told thrice
And only told once in the sun

Farron rubbed at his temples with a sigh.
“Suppose you’re right, you always are I guess.”
Herla laughed and shook his head a little, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “That’s why I took the throne and you didn’t.”
“No, you took the throne because you’re the oldest.”

Azura stopped her singing under her breath when she heard the faint sound of voices. Without a sound, she crept a bit down the hallway, just far enough to make out the voices of Farron and his brother around the corner. She leaned in to listen, careful not to make a noise.

“Eh, another true fact. Let’s say I took the throne because for both those reasons… and you didn’t want it.” Herla shrugged.
“You’re right, I didn’t. And I’m happy in the position I’m in now,” Farron replied.
“But you do know that if something were to happen to me, you’d be next in line.”
“Yes, yes I do know that. It’s one of the reasons why mother and I come back, to make sure I don’t have to take the throne.”

He's next in line? Azura thought to herself. Well, I guess that makes sense, since the king is is brother. . . But how can he go with me if he has duties to the throne?

"I know that, Farron. And you probably won't have to take the throne. But… you need to be prepared." Herla's tone became serious and cold.
"I am prepared. I've been juggling two trainings for my entire life I think I can handle being king if I need too." Farron nearly snapped back but held his anger back.
"I know you can… I'm just worried for you."

Azura peeped around the corner to see the two men better; Farron looked angry.

“I don’t need you worrying about me H. I’m not five anymore.” Farron took a minute to calm his breathing, “Look, I’m not going to ascend to the throne, I’m fine. You don’t need to look out for me anymore.”
Herla sighed and rubbed at his forehead, “I know. I’m sorry.”
“No, no I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. When’s the meal gonna be ready?”
“In a few minutes, you should go get Azura.”

That was her cue. She speed-walked down the hallway and shut her door, right before Farron turned the corner. She quickly looked for something to do.

Farron fiddled with the hilt of his sword as he knocked on Azura’s door. He then placed his hand behind his back and waited for her to answer.