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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 29, 2019 22:15:02 GMT
Crucible shook his head and scooped her up in his arms. She was obviously lying. "Well, do you want to talk about the dream?" He gently set her back in the pile of clothes and personal belongings the he assumed she had been sleeping in. "Maybe you'll feel better if you tell me about it." He sat on the bed beside her, the frame groaning under his weight.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 29, 2019 22:33:51 GMT
Enchee knotted her hands. “Tell you? Like, just openly?” She seemed adverse to the idea. It wasn’t something she’d done much of, just talking. Although any time is a good enough time to start, she was sure Crucible would say something like that, something to soothe her into talking, or maybe he’d accept distance. It was hard to read him. “It’s just, I keep thinking about this great blackness, but it’s overwhelming and I can’t see through it, or sometimes it’s the ocean. Just big and vast and I can’t stop it, and it’s true. I’m just one me, I can’t stop everything around me. It’s... it’s.” She grasped at words, they didn’t seem to exist.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 6:34:57 GMT
"I understand that feeling". He gently rubbed her back as he spoke. "I was born for war. Built for it. Literally. I exist to kill." his vision grew distant, like he was lost in thought. "After the war I felt lost. Like I had no purpose. I wandered, found odd jobs, and drifted from town to town". He didn't talk about his past much. He felt like he was telling somebody else's story. "Eventually I found work with a blacksmith and, through him, Moradin". He sighed. "I don't have anywhere near enough answers for you, or for anyone. But I learned not to fear the dark. Without the dark, there can be no light".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 8:15:20 GMT
Enchee leaned on him, eventually snaking an arm as far around Crucible as it would go. She nodded along to everything he said, because deep down, she believed him. She wanted to believe everything would be alright, so now she could hear it from another person, she latched on like a padlock without a key to be found anywhere. “You don’t need to have all the answers, just show me where to find them.” She croaked out. There was defiance or an energy in her voice, but it was also cracking up like crazy - she feared she couldn’t keep tears away this long,
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 8:32:56 GMT
"Those answers come from inside us." He wrapped his arm around her small frame. "You have to be happy with yourself. Accept yourself." He leaned back, resting against the wall. "Maybe you have to find yourself in that darkness." He gave her a gentle squeeze smiled. "Don't be afraid of the dark. You'll spend your life jumping at shadows."
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 10:24:05 GMT
“Yeah, okay. Okay.” Enchee nodded. “How did you do it?” She got herself comfortable against him. It was surprisingly easy. She felt almost like there were strings of fate here, her growth would entangle with his. She’d read cards later, just to reassure her wandering mind.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 21:35:53 GMT
He wasn't sure he was the best qualified person to be giving life advice, but he figured she didn't ask people very often. "It just takes time. You grow to accept yourself and become a better person. I can't really tell you how".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 21:55:18 GMT
She rubbed her eye again, this time with a fist. “You’ll be there, though, right?” Enchee looked up at him in slight panic, she didn’t want him to be gone! Was that what he was saying? She’d have to leave? She waited to panic until after she heard his answer, but it registered on her face as ready to let loose any second. People didn’t stay in Enchee’s life long,
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 22:30:42 GMT
"Of course I'm not going to leave. Take a deep breath, calm down." He squeezed her tight, hoping to erase the look go panic she had. "I'll be right there the whole time, keeping an eye on you. Which also means no more inspecting coin purses, young lady. You're going legit, okay?"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 22:43:28 GMT
She stared at him like he had two heads, her jaw hung lightly open and she scoffed, just quietly to herself. “I don’t know anything else... how am I supposed to...” As far as she could recall, her parents weren’t exactly the most law abiding citizens. Enchee didn’t really know enough but she’d pieced some things together. Like having shifty seeming friends that they’d exchange packages with, and lots of running. It had been a game, but she was a cynical child, and she knew a thief when she saw one, and she knew an organised group of sneaky smaller people who were also thieves when she saw one. No idea what to call it, but she knew what she saw.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 22:58:32 GMT
"I know you're worried, but you shouldn't be". He brushed some of her matted hair out of her face. "I trust you. You'll be okay. And like I said, I'm always hear to help you." He stood up, the bed frame sighing in relief. "You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll be fine."
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 23:03:34 GMT
Enchee stared at her hands now, clenching and unclenching her fists gently. “So what do I... do all day now?” She looked at him again. It felt really weird to think about not stealing, even though it was for survival it was just something to do sometimes. Scope out targets, sometimes she didn’t even need to take to keep herself occupied.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 23:09:57 GMT
He leaned against the wall, his arms folded. "Well you could get a job. Maybe a paper route or courier. Or a shops assistant." He knew that her age and stature would make some jobs difficult, and he was doing the best he could to come up with ideas. "Trust me, once you get used to it, it's not too bad."
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Post by enchilada on Jan 30, 2019 23:23:01 GMT
“No one’s interested in hiring homeless kids with no one to vouch- oh.” She bit her lip to stop herself rambling. Oops. She wasn’t sure how long it’d take to get used to being a kid with a proper roof and a bed, with a ... friend. Enchee still wanted to understand why crucible had chosen to do all this for her. Had he done something wrong?
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 23:35:54 GMT
Crucible wasn't sure why he was helping Enchee. Maybe he was trying to make up for his time as a solider. Maybe he wanted to give her a second chance, like had. Or maybe he just wanted to help a scared kid. "I'm sure if I put in a good word you could find something. Or maybe you could work here at the tavern?"
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