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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #904848 15px solid; border-left: #904848 15px solid;] » you'd better run away « » a bullet with your name, a ticking time grenade « "Maka! :Whining won't get you anywhere, Tai.: "But Makaaaaa!" Altaïre pouted, crossing her arms as she sat on Akylas' back. The beautiful stallion pawed at the grass, sensing his rider's unrest. She was looking away from the translucent figure of a man floating in front of the horse so he'd be at eye level with the girl. "Why do we have to go inside?" she asked him, frustrated with the fact that she had to stop her tracking and take a break. She didn't do well with breaks. She wanted to just keep going and going and going until all the Orcs were dead. Of course, that was why Makatza was there. It was his job to act as her moral conscience as well as keep her alive. It wasn't just some job he had to do, though; he loved her as he would his own daughter, and she loved him like she had her father. :You're out of supplies, Tai,: he replied, having told her that twice already. :You can't eat air. You need food and water.: She frowned and looked back at him. "But that doesn't mean that I have to go in there!" she replied, annoyed. "There's no point of going in there. They're just going to talk to me about things that I don't want to talk about, ask where my parents are, that sort of thing. And if I explain things, because you keep telling me not to lie to people, they're just going to pity me like everybody else does. Why do I have to willingly put myself up to that?" For once, Makatza didn't have an answer. She grinned in triumph, thinking that he would let her not go in, but he thought for a couple of seconds, then answered her. :You don't have to talk to them, you know,: he replied, and she scowled. :Even though you don't see it now, you'll see the point of this later when you have food and water and are able to keep going with your task.: She gave a sigh and gathered up the reins, annoyed. He had a point, and she did need to eat... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ » leaving it like this, i don't know what else to write « tagged » - - - - - - espen 362 - - - - - « words lyrics » - - - - - - dia frampton elevenie - - - - - - « credit

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The plains of Rohan weren't as interesting as they used to be. Espen used to imagine spending days on end riding around the countryside, but now even a few hours seemed tedious. Rolled parchment secure in a gloved hand, borrowed horse leading the way, he'd spent the entire ride watching the city ahead turn from blurry specs out of the ground to a defined village that he couldn't see the side ends of. It was bigger than the last town he'd stayed in, and he didn't know exactly where he needed to go once he was inside. He'd come all this way already though, and he needed the money. But he didn't want to go in now. He could stop just outside, just for a minute. He settled his horse and eased himself down. As he turned he caught sight of a familar head of hair. A familiar voice pulled him from this thoughts. And then he saw her. She was talking to herself, but that didn't exactly register to him. Instead he was paying attention to what he was saying. He found himself compelled to step closer.

Had it been another day, another year, another life, Espen would have said something like "Well that's a good question sis," snuck up behind her and slung an arm around her shoulder, "We could tell them we're runaways from the circus. That'd get them to leave us alone." And he'd grin and lead them inside to do just that, get them something good to eat, and make everything all better. As it was though, in this life, all he could do was stare at her from where he stood, draw a shaky hand up to cover his eyes, and wonder if when he opened them she'd be gone. Dead like he was so sure she was.

He'd done this before. Too many times. It was practically old news. In his head Espen had a very clear picture of his sister as he remembered her, only, in a flashback he'd always known things to go.. well, back. And he hadn't remembered her ever being quite this old. Did that mean...? No, but she'd died. He hadn't watched her die, like he'd watched their brother, but she'd run out into a village of orcs. Surely she couldn't have... But she looked so much older now. And she had the same voice, and the same horse. He took a few steps backwards when she gathered up the reins and turned towards the city. Towards him. He looked at her eyes. "Tai.."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #904848 15px solid; border-left: #904848 15px solid;] » you'd better run away « » a bullet with your name, a ticking time grenade « A familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. Altaïre tugged at the reins to turn her horse around as Maka stared at her. :Where are you going?: he asked her, but he was met with no answer. :We're supposed to be going inside, remember?: Again, she didn't answer him, instead staring at the man on the horse in front of them. "Espen," she whispered under her breath, tearing up. She nudged Akylas forward, stunned at the sight of her brother. Her words caught in her throat as she stopped Akylas next to her brother's horse. Her brother. Espen. He was alive. The revelation had her breaking down in tears as she threw her arms around him, pressing her face into the cloth on his shoulder. All those years of grief and tears unshed poured themselves onto her, making her chest heave with shuddering breaths and loud sobs. She couldn't control it; the floodgates had been opened wide and there was no closing them until all the water was gone. "You're alive," she choked out between breaths, staring up at him and feeling his face. "You're okay." Her hands trembled as they moved over his cheeks, and Maka put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her. The memories flooded back of the day that the Orcs attacked them, their father dying, the screams of the villagers, her mother giving her the pendant and telling her to run, leaving her family behind... Her eyes brimmed with new tears and she threw herself back around her brother. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, resting her head against his chest. "I left you all behind! I'm so sorry!" With that, the crying overcame her, and she held onto him tightly. She felt like if she didn't keep him there, he'd disappear again, just like he and Holden had in her dreams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ » chick flick moment, but she kind of is a chick... « tagged » - - - - - - espen 309 - - - - - « words lyrics » - - - - - - dia frampton elevenie - - - - - - « credit

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Though he'd been staring at her for a while now, though he'd known it was her for a fact, and though he even managed to utter her name, Espen just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she was alive and breathing. Tai, his little sister, was alive and breathing. Her horse stopped in front of him, arms flung around his neck, and yet, he still had to tell himself, like the response wasn't real or natural, hug her back. When his arms found their way around her little frame she was already crying into his shoulder, and he wanted to words to comfort her but they just weren't there. Don't cry? Let it all out? It wasn't going to make a difference anyway. He was hardly able to keep himself composed and from tearing up, and he couldn't help the shudders the wracked his body a few times.

Alive; yeah, you could say he was. Okay; well.. they could go with that. He just stared at her in a sort of wonder as she moved her hand up his face. Finally he lifted one of his own and wiped some of her tears. "It's okay." And if it wasn't, it would be. More okay than it had been in a long time. She apologized and he shook his head fervently. No. "Don't.." his voice felt smaller than hers. The sentence incomplete. "Don't. You had to." Had she not ran, she surely would have been dead too, and though he'd thought she was for so long, now he couldn't have imagined or hoped to find her any way but how she was now.

ooc: sorry its all short >.>