"They sound important." He looked up at her in the tree, she made climbing trees look so easy. "Awe, man, why did this have to happen. I barely got to dance with you." He grinned. Xavier wasn't about to let a situation like this bring him down.
"Georgie was important, yes. My mom. Pretty much. You see," Claire hesitated, "my parents showed up at the palace one day with me when I was a week old and gave me to a maid. Pushed me into her hands, forced me upon her. . . The maid– Georgie– went straight to the queen.
"They searched for my parents, but. . . I don't know if they left to another land, or if they died, but. . . They were gone. Off the radar. He was an author, my father. The queen would always tell me she would give me one of his books when I was older, old enough to understand. But as I grew up. . . I wanted less and less to know him.
"Georgie took care of me all my life. Granted, my entire life was spent preparing to be the queen's assistant, as that was the absolute best role she could offer me, but. . .
"The attack last year. You remember. The broke the windows in the maids quarters, killed 10 of them. Forced the others to show them where everyone was. Killed 18 civilians, nine more maids, and Sir Isaac. I'm sure you remember him. I got away, but. . . Georgie was the first one they killed."
"Claira, can you come down from there." Xavier stood and walked over to the tree. He wanted to offer to help her down, with only one arm it might be a little difficult. "Please."
"Why? It's nice up here," she said, gracefully standing up and swinging onto a higher branch.
"You." He let out a grunt and used his one arm to pull him up into the tree. I can't believe I'm doing this! Maybe Isobel was right, and in just a complete idiot. "You are such a handful, you know that?" I won't be able to keep climbing with just my right arm. He held onto the branch Claira was on and pulled himself up, trying to ignore the pain.
(watching Volpina and hating her with a flare of rage I never knew I had)
"A handful?" Claira pretended to ponder this for a moment. "Yes, that sounds about right. Lucky for you, I'm not your handful– you don't have to take care of me."
(do you watch miraculous)
(Heavens no, child)
(it's the best thing)
(I'M GOING TO CROSS COUNTRY IN NEW RUNNING SHOES I GOT LAST NIGHT AND I'M SO FRICKING EXCITED THAT I CAN'T EVEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH A GREAT RUN
AUGHGH AJFA;AJG A ;JL
LOVE Y'ALL
BYEEE
DISAPPEARS INTO A CLOUD OF SMOKE)
"You're right." He sat next to her. "I don't have too." The sun was going down and it looked even better from up here. "I want to take care of you, and I would love to have a handful like you. You keep me on my toes." He nudged her. The orange light from the sun looked perfect on her with her hair a bit of a mess and her dress didn't look like it did when they were dancing. But, he loved this side of her even more.
(I'm terrible at running more than 50 feet. I can go super fast for a short amount of time, but my endurance? Heck no. Kinda like a cheeta.)
(SORRY I'M BACK)
Elisabeth looked up. Damn. "Yes, I know perfectly well who I am talking to, thank you. Now, if you'll just let me through…"
Andion blocked her path, “Where are you headed in such a rush?”
DOES IT MATTER? "T-the kitchens." She said innocently.
“Liar, where are you really headed?” Andion pressed. He knew she shouldn’t, but something about this women intrigued him.
"It's really none of your business," Elisabeth snapped back. Come on, get it together.
(Oi Carrots…)
Andion raised an eyebrow, “Fine,” He stepped to the side and smiled, “Have a nice day.”
(Sorry, in class)
(It's ok)
Elisabeth smiled. "Thank you."
Andion decided to follow her at a safe distance
(stalker alert on high code red)
(Lol)
Elisabeth, aware she was being followed, turned the corner and walked quickly in the wrong direction for some time.
(I'm boreddddddd. Someone talk to me)
"You want to? Blegh. I'll pass."
"I won't give up, Incan be quite stubborn." He's waited this long, what makes her think he would give up. "Can you honestly say you don't like me even a little bit?" If not then he'll have to try harder. His right hand was on his injured shoulder, but he wasn't going to show that it hurt. Sitting up straight, he looked off into the sunset, it was beautiful.
"You're alright. However, I don't think I like you the way you like me."
That stung a little, but he laughed it off. He wasn't really expecting her to say to say that she liked him, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. "Ah, yeah, I wasn't expecting you to say that you like me in the same way." And saying that out loud made it worse. He needed to get out of there, with everything that's happened, Xavier was mentally or emotionally ready to be rejected today. "I should probably go get my shoulder checked out again." *What kind of loser am I to get so easily hurt by this? It's happened many times, why is now so different. "The sunset makes you look even more beautiful though." He said as he climbed dow so she wouldn't punch him. "See you later." He gave her a wink and smile before walking off.