Losing my Sanity; Gaining You [p, Fae Queen]

[Micah Lorren Blackthorn]

"Perks? Besides being stared at, whispered about, and never treated normally for a day in my life, you mean?"

A bitter laugh followed the word of the girl on the other side of the wall. Micah almost joined in. He knew that all too well. It was nearly uncanny how similar their lives were. For him, it was decent until his mother died. Then it went downhill, and everything stopped being good and safe and just normal. He was thrust into a strange world of grief and never-ending torment that attacked his good nature like waves crashing down on the beach during a hurricane. It made him feel so weak.

So he turned to the distractions. The drinks. The bars. The fights. The girls.

And then people had the audacity to judge him for his actions? They didn't know how broken he was after his father abandoned him to live life on his own practically. They didn't know how much it hurt. Suer they could've lost a loved one, but they weren't him! You can't compare your life to another's just because of similar experiences. It just doesn't work that like. If they how he felt, they would've found something to distract them from the pain, too.

"I suppose by now I should be used to it, but it's odd how I never am. I'm always hurt by how I'm treated by everyone, as if I'm not another person like them and shouldn't be treated as one." Micah's companion continued.

"Are you sure we aren't twins?" Micah asked when she'd finished speaking. They really were alike, though somehow Micah doubted the female on the other side of the wall frequented taverns and bars to distract herself. Or maybe she did. "Separated at birth or some other odd situation?" He laughed softly, hardly loud enough to be called a laugh rather than a few sharp inhales and exhales of breath. "It's horrible, isn't it? The way they look at you, just because you've screwed up one time. The way they send you fake smiles, all lies and bad intentions hidden behind upturned lips, and the way the glare at you over your shoulder when they know you're looking but no one else is. I don't know why I haven't run away or some other such thing yet. I'd trade my life for nearly any other, but something keeps me here. I guess I like Indopion. There's something about it, you know?"

[Laurnen Eliana Kiluna]

-- everybody says that time heals everything
whatofthewretchedhollow,theendlessinbetween?

[ what do you think? :3 also, should we end this so we can get to the other thread set a few weeks after this one? ]

"Twins? Hm, I guess it's possible." A smile curved on her lips, but she was just teasing along with him. She would know - no, the whole nation would know if she had a twin. Normally, Laurnen didn't join in when someone was joking, but she found herself warming up to this mystery person very quickly, like they had been friends for a while. From his voice, she could tell that he wasn't very old, so maybe that was why they got along so well - they were around the same age. Most nobles were older(and most of the time pompous and full-of-themselves) than her, and the ones that were younger or the same age acted perfect, like their parents, the older nobles, raised them up to be. It was so exasperating trying to have a normal conversation with one of them that she had given up.

In the morning, she resolved to look at the list of nobles and their children to try and find out who this man was. She know she shouldn't, that they had respected eachother's privacy for a reason, but she was curious. She had never met a noble like him before, and wanted to learn more about him, though Laurnen doubted she'd be able to find anything out. All she knew about him was that he was male, a noble or a son of one, and seemed to be around her age. Rolling her eyes, she thought, Yeah, that narrows that down a lot.

Her mind returning back to the conversation, she let out a sigh, but this time it wasn't out a regret or bitter feelings. It was more of a laugh, actually, or perhaps a sigh of happiness, though that didn't really make any sense to Laurnen. "I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I think of running away and not looking back, but then I think of Indopion and the people in it . . . I know I just can't." She shook her head slightly, feeling foolish after remembering that he couldn't see that. "There's definitely something about it, or else I'd be long gone." She grinned, then added, "But though the city may be beautiful and wondrous, the nobles are not so much."

are we just going to wait it out?

[Micah Lorren Blackthorn]

ooc: Looks nice. ^^ And sure. Sorry for the late reply. I didn't have any muse. Still don't have much. xD

Micah found himself smiling, wider as he conversed with this mystery person. He wondered, absently, who she was, but on the other hand, how much did it really matter? The nice thing was that he found a friend when he'd needed one. And he'd hoped she'd found a friend in him when she needed one, since it sure sounded like she had earlier. He knew she was like him: young, a noble of some sort, and also, so very, very alone, it seemed.

"I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I think of running away and not looking back, but then I think of Indopion and the people in it . . . I know I just can't. There's definitely something about it, or else I'd be long gone. But though the city may be beautiful and wondrous, the nobles are not so much."

Micah's response, at first, was a light laugh. Then, "Did you see the absolute idiot that tried to flirt with the Queen at one of her parties a week or so ago? And if you're about to ask 'which one?' I'm talking about the old gentleman that had long forgotten what the word 'courting' meant. On the other hand, I'm sure there's plenty of those around, so I may not be narrowing the list down, I suppose." He laughed more, realizing how confusing he must sound. Honestly, probably every old noble had given a go at the queen in their lifetimes. Some probably more than others, considering her beauty.

Micah shook his head, trying to straighten his thoughts out for the nth time that day. "Anyway," he said, the light laughter still evident in his voice, "The point is, you're right. Many of the nobles are, as you say, not so pretty as Indopion. But it's late, and unless you have any other input, perhaps it's best we get to sleep, hm?" Micah didn't ask if he could talk to her again tomorrow, because perhaps that wasn't what was going to happen. She may leave come dawn and they may never speak again. Or perhaps she'll stay, and he'll have someone to talk to the next night. It didn't matter.

Just as long as he could keep his mind off her.

[Laurnen Eliana Kiluna]

-- everybody says that time heals everything
whatofthewretchedhollow,theendlessinbetween?

[ I'll make the new thread right now! ]

Laurnen laughed with him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she remembered that time. God, that man was so annoying! She had almost gotten the guards to remove him from the room, because she couldn't just keep on politely nodding and mentioning that "I'm not interested" or "perhaps another day." Perhaps never, she had wanted to yell at him, but of course that would not be proper.

To be honest, Laurnen had forgotten about that old man, no matter how annoying he was at the time. That's what happened to a Queen - the less important things slipped through the cracks, and eventually, they forgot about the funny times they could look back on and laugh at. Hopefully this conversation wouldn't become another one like that.

The Queen almost didn't hear what Micah was talking about, her mind was so fuzzy. Her eyelids were getting heavy, and she yawned largely. "Mhm, 'kay." Normally she wouldn't use such slang, but she could barely think, and as her eyes closed, she fell immediately into a dreamless sleep.

arewejustgoingto wait it out?