03-01-2017, 04:22 PM
charlemagne
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
…I can’t imagine you were out here looking for me…
No, she most certainly was not. Instead, what had plagued her was her uncalculated worth in the world. She is no longer powerful. No longer young. She is no longer the girl she was—reckless and having the ability to get away with it. No, this woman was much smarter than the one who had left these lands. Much more cautious.
And yet, her first foray into the trees has presented her with not one, but two scenarios with two men swathed with darkness, one dripping sex appeal and the other dripping with disdain for…something. Or someone. Carli could not place her mind on what exactly Lior was keeping locked away between his staccato sentences, but he was most certainly not all that was meant to the eye. He looks like he has suffered much…
Charlemagne knew a bit about that.
Her ears prick towards him and she draws golden eyes level with his—having to look upward of course—and smirks knowingly. “I most certainly did not expect to find what I have found today, Lior. And yet I have found you—and you also do not fall in line with my expectations. Instead, your company has exceeded them; for that, I find I am comforted.”
If for only knowing she was curious about his ability to have succeeded in finding magic where there was none, the calculating canary shifts her sport and steps closer to him again, judging his mental reaction towards her. Would he mind them being closer? Would he divulge more information? Could she get him to talk?
Could she get him to smile?
She wondered for a moment what it would take to put a sincere smile upon this twisted man’s face. She smiles again secretively, only the barest hints of her thoughts flittering across her eyes.
“I was looking for remnants of the Beqanna I used to know…. And find that it has been plunged into the ocean. Sad, really. The state of corruption was at an all-time high.” Charlemagne smiles sardonically. Corruption was, she figured, precisely why she no longer had the ability to do…anything. She looks away, kicking at a river rock that looked like it had been left behind by someone who lived at nearby lake. She snorted at the memory of the slippery man, and then was determined to put him out of her mind. If he wanted to find her, she was not hiding. Lior, on the other hand, was very much present…and very intriguing.
“And please, call me Carli. If I had any friends left in this world, that is what they would call me.”
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?