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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 21:07:01 GMT -6
His heart broke a little with the disappointment, and this time, using all the willpower he possessed, he managed to stand upright.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 21:09:52 GMT -6
She watched him, expecting him to wisk away and do as she had ordered, not be injured and act like someone that could be easily disposed of.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 21:16:55 GMT -6
He walked with all the dignity he had left and went to his chambers. He needed to repair his wounds and his spirits. He drank some potion for the pain, and then walked over to his dresser and picked up the picture he had of the empress, before she turned evil. Back when she was his. He looked at it and his heart broke again; he had loved her once. No, he loved her still, he amended, climbing into bed.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 22:07:18 GMT -6
-Empress-
She stood up and began to pace. This was not turning out the way she had planned it to and it was frusterating her. She was unsure of what more she could do to the kings and queens as of now other than outright kill them. She settled herself back, comfortably, into her thrown and summoned the boy.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 22:20:06 GMT -6
-Caine-
He felt the farmiliar freezing sensation as all of his limbs went cold and he lost complete feeling. He knew better than to fight it. He closed his eyes and moments later he opened them and was staring directly at the empress. He bowed his head to show "respect". "yes, your majesty?" he asked.
She didnt even need to say anything. She projected her request directly into his mind, making it more realistic. He looked at her bewildered and disgusted as well as a bit frightened. She snapped her fingers and his materials appeared. He stood and made his way over to them, staring at the blank canvas, not wanting to paint what she requested.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 22:39:43 GMT -6
-Caine-
He could feel her eyes drilling into him and so he started. He started with the corners and the outer areas when he would normal start witht he center. He knew that she knew that he was avoiding the subject of the painting and that was the brilliance of her torture. She knew exactly how to get to people.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 15, 2011 6:05:27 GMT -6
He took a deep breath as he finally forced himself to start in on the subject. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. She kept sending him mental pictures of it to torture him. He grimaced as he started to paint the blood soaked dress, the limp, dirty looking hair, and the sword. The worst was the face because it looked exactly like her. She had dirt and blood smeared over both cheeks but the worst part was her eyes. Her Wide open, clouded, unseeing, dead eyes that seemed to be staring right at you, right into your soul. He stepped away to look at the whole painting and then looked away. Not able to look back at it. It was Lucy, sitting on the ground leaning up agaisnt the wall, sword twisted into her heart, her blood soaking her dress. But her eyes gave him the worst chills. Her dead eyes seemed to see, seemed to move. He shivered and reopened his eyes, back in the cell. He collapsed and fell asleep.
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