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[08:08] Zefa merely stood here, watching the horizon. The canvas of blue before her. The morning sun was soon blooming over the horizon. The woman's fatigued gaze- locked, her visage unchanging. Gentle blows of the morning breeze followed the mellow rhythm of the waves caressing the sand.

Basten had yet to speak that... She sensed his presence, not actually turning her eyes upon his form, but merely speaking...

"... Hm... Hello.... Basten…", her voice sounded more fatigued then usual.
(Zefa Forger)
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[08:20] From his loft, the rhoynish quietly walked around the city of illburg. Observing the people all making their attempt a fruitful life. By context of a few weeks ago, the damage from the journey thus far hadn't been healed yet.

But with in-sight from the past, confronting, but another plethora of life and death experiences. The lad couldn't deny that second tripped had changed him. For better or worst.

Nevertheless, arriving onto beach to clear his mind. A familiar back was spotted off in distance.

"Ey…"

The sounds of footsteps could be heard, fist his shadow and this visage appeared beside her. A stark contrast in comparsion to the two. Where as the woman was small, thin, a look of glass in fear to touch and break.

Whilst the Rhoynish towered most, muscular from head-to-toe. If not for the clean look, his past could be seen in the myriad of scars that loitered his mocha frame.

"Lived... Crazy, righ'?"
(Basten)
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[08:29] In all honesty, she was not in fury... Nor angered, but concerned... Whilst her lithe frame remained unmoving, her feet almost carved upon the sands. The young woman is more then glad to see him alive back from this, but there is one thing that she needs to know.

Her mind is currently far from being clear, the flow is almost hidden behind the thickness of a fog. Life is cold and even the blooming flowers can be stuck in the winter.

A single blow of the wind allowed the silence to rise before her eyes suddently hid behind it's pupils... Her head lowering slightly. She spoke a single word.

"... Amaerilde…"


(Zefa Forger)
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[08:39] Without offering his voice up, his expression free-floated for a moment. Thinking over it all, he never really imagined having this talk. Maybe because he'd never imagined coming out of the temple ruins below illburg.

And yet, through it all? The unease hung high in the air. Eventually the Rhoynish spoke up, a sense of drowsiness still clinging to his tone of voice.

"Ya... Wha'cha wanna' kno' bout her? Ar' ya scared... Worried?"

He was never good with love, he'd hardly came to understand himself at times. Yearning to survive, to climb the ladder, to take each step till he finally held onto what he longed for.

"I slept wit' her, told her' bout ya. Jus' lik' I told ya... I ain't got lov' in meh, zefa… Or ratha'... I did, but it ain't in meh anymoe. It's in anotha. An ya kno' dis... I kno' we can bicker bout dis shit all night... But I warned ya, didn't I? I ain't exactly look'in ta settle down. I'm look'in ta grow, nah just myself, but mah people."

Of course, as poor as he was with his words. The straight-forward honesty was an approach he never failed to deliver on. "Ain't mean'in ima go run'in round dah island an fuck'in every woman I see... But i'm just liv'in mah life, cause I ain't promised anotha day... It's just been sum'thin in meh. An it's lik' I said, ya mah fav'. But ya nah mah last."

As much as he wanted to make use of metallic limb. Due to the violent nature his circuits were cursed with. Making any attempt would likely only bring about some harm to his person. Instead, remaining fixed towards the open seas. Silent unlike the waters creeping ashore.
(Basten)
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[08:51] She had come to understand it. It truly his on his nature to be as such, a predator has more then one prey. It takes time for her to understand this, but she has to... She has no other choice after all, she likes him. That conversation the woman had with Amaerilde had kind of broke her, she has been truly hard on pressuring her.

Zefa is as easily toyed with then broken. It is something to acknowledge, but otherwise, she understands... Her eyes opened once again, exploring the canvas before her.

"... I understand it... This endless road has more then one obstacle and tempests... I believe I may have passed through a torrent of winds and rain... I am a flower that blooms and falls.... As easily blossomed then fragile... I will pass through it eventually, I understand this... You are not one of cowardice, nothing ever stopped your from advancing... It is an amazing trait you have... Even the has it's own dark side..."
(Zefa Forger)
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[08:59] "Is it dark... Zefa? A'least wit dis shit... It's clear-cut. I ain't eva beat around dah bush wit'cha. Honest every step along the way... The difference, zefa? Is our traditions… When ya cam' ta illburg. Ya wasn't just walk'in in'ta sum otha city... Ya was walk'in in'ta a different way of liv'in." A matter of perspective from the voice of the Rhoynish.

Having bore witness to the many couples on esshar, he could see why others would consider his frisky mindset at times to bring decay to a mind that sought after love.

However, as the silence sank in. Scared and rugged, the lad placed a hand overtop the lupins shoulder. In tandem turning the two together before slipping the same hand carefully beneath their chin. Making an attempt to lock eyes with them.

Even in the midst of night, his golden eye. A trait known only for his race. Illuminated, speaking words through their sight.

"Ya' a forger, zefa¦ Ya mine, but if ya wanna' go? I won' stop ya. Ya a grown woman, ta child? We'll car' fo' it regardless of where we stand. Lemme kno'... Tell meh ya feel'ins. I kno' I hurt ya, but I choose ya. Because I knew if I hurt ya? Ya'd be strong... Strong enough ta do wha' ya just did now..."
(Basten)
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[09:13] The silence bloomed to allow the dunes of the sea to be heard. A mellowed rhythm, mellowed as the breeze of a subtle coldness to passed by. Speaking of the moon, it was still visible amidst the soon to be dark canvas, one side was hidden by the darkness whilst the other half was bright as day.

She walked in a path of freedom, as a free bird, she perceived herself spreading her wings to follow the flow of life. It was mere that she may find herself in torrents of winds and rains. The greyish eyes glimmering as a sky full of moving glows soon locking with the single golden iris, a hand resting upon her head. She had learned this one thing, there is nothing that will ever stop him...

… Nothing...

But she still loves him... If she ever feels wrong about this, she will leave him. Yet for the while, she bears the name and the generation. But it will be more secret for now...

"... I have taken the decision to walk amidst a path of freedom... I have taken that decision... I am fine... Sometimes the coldness of this world is yet so cold that a shell of ice brings the flame from burning... The warmth soon dies by the coldness... I am still recovering from it, yet each souls learn from the tempests they have passed through..."

It is one more thing added to that already heavy bag of experiences. A bag of experiences that she so often opens to explore.
(Zefa Forger)
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[09:28] Their future would surely be one filled with more than just happiness, passion... Turmoil. A conflict of interest driven by self-fulfilling thoughts.

While a rhoynish, he never shied away from the idea of taking on multiple partners. For the sake of something more, he'd been willing to sacrifice; everything. And most recently?

Even the boss had come to realize the truth to his words. Action, beyond, words.

"Ya stron'..."

A hush, a whisper... The lad leaned in silence and should he find acceptance? Delivering their minds away from the negativity if only for a brief moment. Where their lips interlocked and an exchange of heat passed through him.

Once more, he'd made a move to taste the lupin in ways other had likely hopped to in their lifetime. Reeling away with his single eye still fixated on the small frame. "An I kno' if ya can't handle it? Ya'll find a way ta. It's all we can do, liv... Be... Wha's dah point of hid'in mah nature?"

With his words finally spoken, he pulled away slowly. Tracing his hand along the surface of a single arm till grasping her hand in his. "Le'go¦ I'd be wit'cha moe today, but... Wit da war? I got'ta la'ta do... Not much time either..."
(Basten)
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