Xenree huffed and turned her back on him, "I didn't, whatever you were going to say. I'm not even sure why I'm here. But my agenda isn't really your buisness now is it." She felt Daisuke's darkness even though it wasn't active now. She turned back to him, "You're a curious sort."
Xenree left Mage to look at the colors of the new world. She pushed her way into the castle, "This has to have something of importance." She noticed a boy crying. Xenree rolled her eyes, "Hmph, I'm going to take a guess and ask..are you one of Merlin's students?"
well aren't they all still kids?
OOC: Awww mind if Xen butts in for a while?
Zane sighed, rolled them over and kissed her, "I'm bored of talking. Unless you wanna touch on your own past..." Zane's smile didn't show much interest in anything else.
Zane hugged her and pulled her onto his chest so she was laying on him, "Don't apologize so much." He couldn't help himself, "You shouldn't feel that safe next to me. You never know when I'd suddenly jump you."
A tremble went through Zane and he tried to keep his thoughts on something other than that she was in his bed, beside him, "Do not say that aloud. Others would jump at the chance to knock this 'soft, gentle' Zane down a few pegs."
Zane striked her back, "Well now I do, but back then I wouldn't say I cared about you so much as just wanted you." He shrugged, "What are you gonna do? I'm a guy and I was a selfish guy at that."
Zane frowned, "Who says I do? It's all a game of cat and mouse, and you my dear are the mouse. I don't like others stalking my mouse." Zane tugged her over and onto his chest.
Me too. XD
Zane sat up suddenly, "They'd better not be commenting about anything." He couldn't maintain his scowl at the thought of Mya shooting down other guys. He smiled, "I never would've imagined I'd be jealous..." He didn't finish his sentence and shook his head.
Well then Happy Birthday to Guardiann_Soul! Hhhheeeerrrree's your present! I got you cookies! XD
Zane scoffed, "Right. I'm still Reaper to everyone else." He grabbed her hand and touched his lips to her palm. "You are the strangest assassin I've ever met. In all the twelve years I've been here, I'm surprised a 19 year old girl has actually managed to keep my interest for more than an hour in bed with her."
Reaper looked up at her, "I do trust you. What I don't trust is myself. Around you I'm neither Zane nor Reaper...I don't know who I am."
Reaper scowled at the ceiling, "You know, Zane wasn't a very good person either. A little too proud for his own good and much too happy. Not to mention a more womanizer than Reaper is." He pulled on her arm, "I don't like being myself around other people. That's why I invented "Reaper"."
Reaper nodded painfully, "I know...I just." He took a moment to compose himself, "Garth killed my father, he murdered my family. All I ever wanted was him dead and now...well he is and I don't feel much like the old Reaper I used to be." He lay back on the bed and touched the sword next to him covered in Garth's blood.
Reaper sat up, "N-no, you don't have to go." His face was unmasked and revealed a broken man, "I just...now that Garth is dead, I don't know what to do with myself."
Reaper figured it was another assassin ready to pellet him with questions about Mya and his relationship. He didn't want to move so he shouted, "It's open!"
Cara sat outside, this time alone. Without Zalera by her side she felt cold and empty but the land here was prettier than what had been in her world. She sighed as the smell of food drifted out to her.
Reaper waved her off and later fell down on his bed after changing his clothes to yet another set of gray garments he wore everyday. Yeah, talk...that's the exact opposite of what I should do. It'd end up all sappy crap about how I no longer have a purpose here anymore. I should've let Garth kill me. He pulled out his sword he'd dug into Garth's back and examined the dark blood stains on it.
