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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 11:34:35 GMT -5
Lyric looked back at Celyn, letting his gaze stop this time, letting her see whatever showed in his eyes. Anger, disappointment, self-hatred, the urge to strike out at anything that got too close, the urge to hide from deep-seated fears he refused to acknowledge, or maybe didn't recognize. "And what if they don't want to be saved?" he asked.
I don't want to be saved.
He'd said it before, only a month ago, to someone who'd insisted he wasn't trying to save him, though he had been. He had been, but only halfheartedly. Inwardly, Lyric scoffed. He'd been saved before, and it hadn't lasted long. "You can't make people change."
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw 
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 13, 2010 11:44:08 GMT -5
Celyn was not taken aback, it was odd that she didn't flinch at the turmoil of emotions that swirled in his eyes. His questions made her look at him casually her cheek resting on her hand. What was he expecting from her? Many would take this opportunity to say something ridiculous such as "You have to let people in because..." and they went on about the virtues of life and how they felt bad if they didn't 'save' someone.
Celyn slowly raised her head from her hand and watched him, her head tilted down so that her bangs fell gently in front of her face. "Then they wont be saved; then they wont be changed. There is nothing another can do about it and to whoever is falling, then may their fall at least be graceful." it was evident in the way she spoke that it was more of a personal reference. that she wouldn't save whoever it was and she wouldn't change anyone for that wasn't her job and no one asked her of that. It may have sounded cynical, but in the real world no one cared and that was just how it was. in the end she wasn't the one who would lose out, but the person who fell would be the one who got hurt not she. |
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 11:59:02 GMT -5
Lyric looked at Celyn a moment longer before his gaze flickered away. He didn't want to be saved, didn't want to change. He didn't want to be one of the blissfully ignorant masses who worshiped rock stars and sobbed with misery at not getting what they wanted. He knew how unfair life was. He knew that no one really cared. Nothing she'd said surprised him, not really.
"Why'd you bring up saving people, anyway?" he asked. If she didn't think people could be saved, why would she tell him that even the powerful needs to be saved? He didn't need to hear it, anyway. He wasn't weak anymore, didn't need anyone. Didn't need to be here. He looked around and grabbed his duffel bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder, then waited to hear Celyn's answer.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 13, 2010 12:11:32 GMT -5
Her lips pulled up into a slight grin, he caught on to that, but he seemed to miss one thing. "I never said I believed that, I only stated it for sometimes you have to see all angles of a situation before making a definite belief." she watched as he picked his things up hurriedly. Would she follow? No she wouldn't, it wasn't her to invade a persons personal space. It wasn't in her blood to force herself on another. To her, he seemed so... lost and yet so sure of himself. She wasn't 100% sure of what he seemed, but there was something there, she just wasn't sure what it was.
With a neutral expression, she slowly brought her cloak tightly around her frame keeping the cold air from entering. "It was a pleasure meeting you Trent." she only assumed that he was going and she wouldn't hold him back. perhaps she would return to watching the lake until it was time for her to retire to her common room. |
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 13, 2010 12:34:10 GMT -5
Lyric actually considered staying for a moment. He considered arguing her point, if concisely, but at her farewell, changed his mind. Or rather, reaffirmed what he'd been about to do anyway. He eyed Celyn, for a moment trying to figure her out, to put her into the mold of the average idiot he despised so much. He couldn't, though. There was something about her that made it impossible. At last he gave a brief nod, all the farewell he could summon, and turned to walk away without a glance back.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 13, 2010 12:51:05 GMT -5
Celyn watched him walk off, she raised her hands to her hood and pulled it over her head. She turned her body to look back at the lake, she was just staring, although her mind was far away. Whenever a thought came to mind, it went back to Trent, he intrigued her a bit. After a while she herself sighed and got up from where she was sitting, she slowly made herself to the castle, perhaps she could crawl into bed and fall asleep. |
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