watch it burn, let it die

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]profile[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]journal[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]time: noon[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]tag: evangeline[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]note: Nada[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Killing people--killing two people, to be exact-- was a terrible feeling. Had he known that they were on the verge of war because of Evangeline's father, maybe he wouldn't have helped. ... Or, he at least would have thought twice? As Chevalier's gaze traveled back from the dead kuma to Evangeline, he knew he was lying. He would protect her no matter what it cost. Not that it'd do her much good, considering his personal assumption that he was dying from his injuries. If Chevalier was dying, if he couldn't save Evangeline, if he was going to spend the remainder of his life knowing he was a murderer now, he'd best get something out of it. If you could call it that. Chevalier leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on her lips. For a breif moment, he found nothing else mattered. Not the pain, not the dead bodies, not her injuries. More than before, Chevalier wanted her to like him. He wanted the princess to be his, even it it was only for a short while longer. ✘ chevy [/style]

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline blinked at the yellow light. It was fading, as if something was calling her back. She didn't understand what was going on. That was when her heart started beating, she felt numb. There was something weird, she couldn't point it out. Her eyes stayed shut, she took in the air threw her nose and some coming from the lips of Chevalier. What is that? Her left hand tried moving, a shot of pain made her moan. She wanted to cry, why was her wrist hurting. She couldn't cry though because something was in her way. Her lips, they felt something up against them. It wasn't normal, she couldn't help but like it though. Wait what? Her eyes slowly opened to see Chevalier right over here. She took in another breath, trying to move her right hand as if to touch him. He was wounded though, she couldn't help but feel bad. There was only one thing let to do. She kissed him back, then pulled away. "This... is even more inappropriate." She had a small smile on her face, she laid on the ground and he was above her. "Oh well..." She took in deep breaths, kind of wanting to kiss again. Who is he? I feel like he didn't tell me something. "Chevalier... you aren't just a rich man are you? I mean there is more you haven't told me. I told you." Word Count: 235 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

[Decimus]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"But it's very satisfying, isn't it?

[/color]" Chevalier's tone was teasing as he questioned her. But she had kissed him back, which was all that really mattered to Chevalier. The beautiful princess kissed him. He thought he'd have to be dreaming for this to happen since meeting her such a short time before.

"No, they told me.[/color]" Chevalier replied, but his tone was more of a content pur than an accusation. For a moment he considered keeping it to himself- she didn't need to be burdened by the knowledge. But, it wasn't really his call, anyway, and the secret wasn't worth the potential risk to a future relationship.

"My name is Chevalier Jacques Lafraniere, eldest prince of Dubonna,[/color]" Chevalier murmured, his right hand going to run along the side of her left arm in what he hoped was a soothing geture. Which meant he wasn't supposed to be in her kingdom, much less kissing the princess. Which is exactly why the prince got up. He ducked his head, his gaze settled on the ground as he winced at his own movement. He wanted to go somewhere. He wanted to go home. But he wanted to make sure her wrist was alright first.

"May I escort you to the hospital?[/color]" Chevalier prompted. He knew she could go to the castle- she probably had plenty of medical personnel. But he couldn't go anywhere near, or at least he wouldn't. The hospital wasn't too far and it meant they wouldn't have to be separated which mattered a lot to Chevalier. On the other hand, he knew it was selfish He knew he should just take the princess to her family. If she refused to go to the hospital, he would escort her at least to a point close to her castle.

✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline just smiled at him. Seems he wants in my pants. I'm going to make him work for it though. She rolled her eyes at him, "The point is that you now me, I want to know you." She stared at him, waiting for him to answer her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was planning on keeping that information to himself. He had said his name once before, now he had done it again but there was more to that name. He is a prince, a royal too? She was surprised some, he had acted inappropriate after all. Even her family felt it was inappropriate and would never have accepted this to happen. Sometimes she felt like she was a burden to her parents. All they needed was a boy, they had to need for her. She believed they cared for her but isn't all that sure anymore. She is meant to marry a royal just like the other royals, the only problem was that if she married one of the princes, which only one other kingdom had, it would seem as if her parents were making peace with that kingdom. It would take a lot for them to even agree for her to marry a prince. The talk of marriage never came up with her or her parents. It never came up to anybody in that kingdom. She hadn't done anything inappropriate before, never had any crushes before. This male, Chevalier, was the first that she found handsome and likes. It's going to be interesting to see how this goes. He is a prince, I'm a princess. Our kingdoms aren't at peace. I really doubt that his parents will be pleased with him kissing me, and I know that my parents weren't like it. Nope not at all. She looked up at Chevalier, she was still laying on her back. She hadn't noticed his right hand moving along her left arm. She felt a sharp pain in her wrist. It made her want to scream but she held her tongue. She watched him stand up, looking at his wounds. "Oh Chevalier, what happened?" She looked up at him, her face was sad. She could see he was in pain, she didn't want to see him in pain. Everybody else was okay being in pain, but not him. Not now, not ever. His wounds caught her by surprise. "Me to the hospital? Your the one with the wounds." She was worried for him, he had cuts all over and she, she was laying on the ground fine, or so she thought. She moved into a sitting position. Another shot of pain went through her wrist. "Owwww....." She grabbed her wrist with her right hand, tightening her hand around it as if trying to make the pain go away. She wanted to go home, but she knew that he wouldn't want to go with her. Why would he, he wasn't from her kingdom and he was a prince. He needed to go to the hospital but so did she. "I don't understand, what happened to my wrist..." She stared down at it, unable to look away. I wasn't breathing, how is it that my wrist hurts now? Did one of those bastards throw me? How dare they. She didn't bother to look up, she held onto her left wrist not wishing to let go. "Chevalier, please take me to the hospital." Word Count: 572 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Chevalier knew he hadn't been willing to answer her before. But that was before she let him kiss her, before she'd kissed him back. This changed everything. "I'll tell you anything you want to know.

[/color]" Chevalier murmured, afraid that if his tone was any louder, it would betray him by revealing the pain he felt. When asked what happened, he couldn't seem to find the words. His gaze traveled from her to the two fallen men, an expression of regret etched into his features. Maybe he shouldn't have took it to that extreme. But they had started it. He couldn't lie, and even if he wanted to tell the truth, he didn't want to think about the pain he was in.

"Let's worry about that later.[/color]" Chevalier objected. Chevy's attention went back to Eva when she mentioned that he was the one with the wounds. He would have pointed out that she had one, most certainly, but she seemed to figure it out first. Then, the question. What happened? Chevy was getting slightly impatient. He wanted to start walking, despite the discomfort it would cause. He wanted to be at the outskirts, where his guards would keep him safe. He was sure they'd have plenty of time for talk along the way.

"That might have been my fault. One of the men and I were fighting. When the other turned to me, he threw you- I'm not sure why.[/color]" Chevalier answered guiltily. Finally, though, she agreed they could start walking. Chevy smiled. He would have liked to carry her, to save her the trouble of walking, but he knew he couldn't tolerate the feat with his arm and side cut up. So he did the next best thing, carefully hoisting her to her feet so she didn't have to place pressure on her wrist. Once she was up, the arm that wasn't dripping blood went around her waist.

Chevalier intentionally chose her waist so she might assume he merely wanted to test his limits. Truthfully, he wanted to conceal the fact that he wasn't sure he could walk even to his guards without relying on her for balance. Blood was still trickling down from all three injuries, especially the one in his chest. So far he wasn't feeling lightheaded, but he didn't know how long that would last.

✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline was glad that he was telling her and not keeping it to himself. She just looked up at him, he seemed in more pain then she did. She took in a deep breath. He isn't telling me right now.... Why is he not telling me right now? She wanted to press it, get him to answer her question but looking and the two dead bodies answered her question. He got hurt trying to save me. Correction. He got hurt saving me. She listened to him explain what had happened to her. She wasn't sure if he had realized that he had just told her what happened to him or not because him saying he was fighting with one of the men was enough for her to figure it out. "Thank you Chevalier." She smiled to him, she really meant it. She never had somebody stand up for her before, not even her own brother. She held out her right hand, so that she could get pulled up. She leaned up against him. "I've never gone to the hospital so you are going to have to show me the way." She couldn't keep the grin off of her face. "You like touching me huh?" It was because he had pinned her to the wall earlier that day and then was up against her kissing her and now had his arm around her waist. She liked it, maybe more then she should have since she was the princess of an evil king. Slowly they started walking, she leaned up against him. Her left wrist was broken, she didn't think twice about his reason of holding her waist. It did seem as though he had a bit more weight on her then he should have. She pushed her body up against his, trying to keep them up straight, kind of dragging him along. "Am I going the right way Chevalier?" Word Count: 318 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"Huh, you have no reason to thank me. I didn't do a very good job- you're still hurt.

[/color]" Chevalier murmured, his tone a bit angry. He wasn't angry at her, he was angry at himself for the pain she was in. If he'd just went after the kuma first instead of letting himself get distracted... If he hadn't killed the neko... If he would have done things differently, maybe her wrist wouldn't be hurt at all.

Pity wasn't a suiting emotion, even if he was already miserable. When she asked if he liked touching her, he grinned. Perfect, exactly what he wanted.

"Yeah- I'm sorry. I just... Don't want to let you out of my sight again. Who knows what sort of trouble you'll get into?[/color]" Chevalier teased. "Don't worry, if you sneak out of the hospital while I'm sleeping, I promise not to follow you again.[/color]" That was as close to a 'I'll respect your boundaries but I'm not letting go now' explanation as she was likely to get.

"Wha? Er, yes. Are you scared of horses?[/color]" Chevalier asked. It wasn't the most logical question at first, but after walking a short distance a horse was visible, along with an assortment of guards who were standing about. They assumed they were outside of Numenor. At the sight of the bloody prince, their reservation evaporated. The group desended on the two, three total horses now visible and trailing behind, asking questions about who, when, and why. Two of the five guards (who were relatively quiet compared to the other three) turned to Eva.

'Thank you for helping the prince. Your kindness is most appreciated. If you wouldn't mind, perhaps you could see our king to explain this matter? You would be most generously rewarded.' One of the guards questioned. His companion gave a nod of agreement, adding nothing.

Meanwhile, Chevalier found himself reluctant to let Eva go. But realizing she probably didn't want him touching her anyway, he did just that. Guards were there to steady him, though they seemed incapable of giving him enough time to answer their questions. He didn't intend on answering, anyway.

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✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline glared at him. "You saved me, I'd be dead without your help or captured anyway." She wasn't all that sure what was supposed to happen in the end all she knew was that it seemed that death had come faster when her hero showed up but she was hoping for that. He was trying to help and she was glad that he was with her instead of those other two. "That isn't funny, I never get into trouble." Now that was a lie and it wasn't because she was evil either. She just didn't like the rules her parents had set for her. She just didn't fit in the royal line, maybe it was because of the lack of love her parents gave to her as a kid. It was unknown at this time. She was raised to be evil, but even she has a soft side to her once you get passed her being a pain in the ass. "Maybe I want you to follow me." The comment was more to herself then it was to him. She wasn't sure if he had heard her or not though. She looked ahead of her to see horses. Are we out of Numenor already? Wow I must have been really out there it didn't seem to take that long, but then again we have been talking for some time now. Her eyes went wide when she seen the guards near the horses. Oh great, you have got to be kidding me. I can't stay with him now. She started to become nervous. I've got to leave right now... else I think I'm going to die. She was slightly shaking, it wasn't everyday that she seen guards from another kingdom. She kept walking towards the group. I'll hand them their prince and I'll leave. Just keep moving you are almost there Evangeline. I didn't save him though. He saved me. She looked down at the ground. Explain what had happened? I was dead for most of this fight... She didn't really know what had happened, if it wasn't for that kiss she might have seen the light forever and ever. There wasn't anything special about being dead. There really just wasn't. She really doubted that her parents would care to hear the news about how she had been killed and brought back to life. "I... I...." She looked at Chevalier then back at the guards. I thought we were going to the hospital. We are going back to his kingdom instead? Her face showed nothing but fear. You won't take me alive, the only way I am going there is if Chevalier manages to grab me before I go passed him. She let go of Chevalier and slowly moved away from him. Word Count: 462 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"If you were captured, I could have found you.

[/color]" Chevalier replied. His tone was calm, almost disinterested, as if he already figured that the argument was lost whether he persisted or not. Which wasn't far from the truth. At the moment, he couldn't admit he was brave, and by the sounds of it, she wouldn't admit his actions had been out of line.

"You almost got kidnapped. You met me. I hate to think what came before that.[/color]" Chevalier couldn't resist teasing her further, despite her reply, "Just meeting me is enough trouble to last you a lifetime, anyway. So, sorry, but you're already sunk.[/color]" Well that was sort of true. With the way he couldn't seem to handle himself properly around her, there was definitely something amiss.

"If I can come along, you can lead me wherever your heart desires.[/color]" Chevalier grinned. He meant it. While there were plenty of places he didn't want to go, her castle being at the top of the list, he wouldn't refuse her if she wanted him there, or anywhere else for that matter.

Chevalier could hardly focus. So much chatter, so much anxiety. But seeing Evangeline bolt, it was almost like the world came back to him. Maybe he shouldn't have let go. Without thinking through it, he instinctively turned toward her, reaching out. Once he had her cloak in his grasp, he took a step forward, trapping her in his embrace.

"Please, don't run.[/color]" Chevalier's tone was pleading, his voice a whisper. "Not from me. I know- I crossed boundaries. I know I can't make you want to stay. I know I went about this all wrong. Everything. It's just not the way I would have liked things to go. But I'm feeling dizzy now, and I'd really like it if you'd stay with me.[/color]" The fact that he was dizzy wasn't the real reason, though he was starting to feel the disorienting effects. The real reason was Chevalier was scared. Scared of being bloody, of killing men, of dying from his wounds. Scared that he wasn't as invincible as he thought. And scared that, for all his charm, he may spend his last few hours with only the guards. If he really was dying, he wasn't dying without the girl he'd saved.

✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline looked up at him. "But why would you want to?" Nobody ever cared about her as much as he seemed to. "If you are believing you are bad luck you can forget it. I knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. There are rumors around the kingdom all the time." She shrugged, she lived there but didn't find it much as a home. Maybe if her parents loved her like they were supposed to things would be different, but in her mind her parents didn't have a heart or not room in their heart to love her. They got the boy they always wanted what use would a girl be to them? If her brother failed to have a son then she would be forced into marriage to have one or her brother would find another woman to have a son. "Anywhere?" She stared at him, one place she wouldn't take him was the castle. She knew how her parents would react, she knew they wouldn't like him. She wasn't ashamed of him, in fact she was happy to be with him. She didn't believe a prince from another kingdom, this kingdom of all places would be on the list of visiting. "Except home with me, you aren't coming." She wasn't asking, she was telling. Chevalier had reacted faster then she thought he would have. She was trying to get around him but as she was passing him he must have caught her cloak and pulled her back against him. She was nervous around his guards, she wasn't sure if she could stand in front of the king. She wasn't even sure if the king would know who she was. Everything was happening so fast, what if she stood in front of the king and made a fool of herself. She didn't want to lie to him but she didn't want to tell him who she was either. Some days I wish I wasn't royal. She looked into Chevalier's eyes. Without thinking she kissed him, in front of the guards. "I don't think this is such a good idea." She whispered not wishing for the guards to hear. "What if your father knows who I am? I don't want to go around saying who I am, nor do I want to go around lying." She wasn't a liar, not all the time anyway. She also wasn't about to go lying to a king who very well might see through those lies. I guess if it comes down to it I will tell him but I don't look forward to this. "This right here is making me nervous." She lend up against him. He seemed as if he was hurting badly, who wouldn't be? He has many wounds along his body. Her left wrist started hurting again. "Please tell them to take us to the hospital. You can go by horse... I think I'll walk..." Maybe she was scared of horses. Or maybe it was the guards that were close by. Word Count: 502 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]For a prince, the prettiest girls seemed to swoon around him- so it couldn't be said that Evangeline was merely the prettiest girl he'd seen, though he believed wholeheartedly she was beautiful. It also couldn't be said she was the most intelligent, though he had no reason to think she wasn't smart. He'd spoken with plenty of people who had a lifetime of studying to back them up. It also couldn't be her kindness, because she kept running from him. So what it was about Eva that made her entirely different should have been beyond Chevy, it would seem. It wasn't. Not entirely. Part of the reason Chevy liked her so much was because she didn't do everything he wanted just because he was charming or royalty. Even after he told her he was a prince, she was still willing to run when he didn't want her to. More than anything, Evangeline's sense of self, of independence, her ability to make decisions, completely impressed Chevalier. Beyond that, she was educated, she would impress his parents, and she seemed to already know and respect the rules he had in place because he was royalty. It was him selfishly ignoring them. "Rumors, about hurting you?

[/color]" That gave Chevy something to think about. He didn't verbalize any of his thoughts from there, though.

"Yeah, your parents probably wouldn't approve of a ruffian like me.[/color]" Chevalier shrugged. He didn't actually think that was funny, but he did think the pain he felt was getting annoying and easier to notice.

"I can arrange for us to have separate rooms- if my father comes to the hospital, or any of my family, you won't have to see them.[/color]" Chevalier promised. "He doesn't know where I am now, so we aren't likely to see him on the way. Perhaps my brother, but I would like you to meet him sometime.[/color]" Chevalier had no idea why she was suddenly worried about it, having not picked up on the conversation the guards had initiated with her. He'd been listening to the constant flow of questions from the remaining guards.

"Aw, you're going to make me go all by myself? I fall off enough as it is without anything extra being wrong with me.[/color]" Chevalier stated. Which was sort of true. Not that it mattered- he was sure the guards would guide his horse either way and walk beside it just in case he did fall, all he had to do was hold on.

✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline looked at the ground, she didn't say anything at all. She felt like she had something to say but she wasn't all that sure how to. The words just wouldn't come off of the tip of her tongue. She hadn't saved him, he had saved her. She looked up seeing the guards. Maybe I'll just say it to the king if I just see him, maybe I'll run if I see him. I'll figure it out later. She stared at him. No, not even his brother can see me. Nobody can know about this. I'm going to have to leave once he gets help. I have to get home and hope my parents don't find out. It was clear that she was thinking up thoughts on her face. She sighed at the thought of riding a horse. "Alright." Maybe if I'm lucky I'll fall off the horse. "Your just trying to make me feel better." She had a small smile on her face. She was good with horses but only when she was alone. She used to ride them all the time before her father destroyed the town. "Who is in front?" She didn't care either way, holding onto him or the horse was fine by her. Though if he was holding onto the horse and started to fall she would be holding dead weight, if she was in front of him, she would have the horse to hold onto to keep them both from falling off. She also didn't care how fast they went, all she wanted was to forget about those guards, and not think about the king who she may or may not see after they make it to the hospital. Here we go. Word Count: 288 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Watching her cast her gaze down and seeing the expression as she seemed lost in her thoughts was truly hard for Chevalier. He wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to say it shouldn't have happened like it did, that he didn't mean to kill those men, that he should have held onto her and never let her out of his sight, that he was sorry he hadn't given her more of a choice about going to the hospital. He wanted to say she could go to the castle, that she could get the help there and that he'd respect that. But no words came. No redeeming promises, no acts of good faith. Not right away. Instead of making it better now, Chevalier wanted to make it up to her later. Which proved to him just how selfish he could be. He brushed the thoughts aside, replying with characteristic happiness to her next comment. "Maybe I am. Is it working?

[/color]" Chevalier's tone was playful, proving that his question didn't need a real answer as to whether he was making her feel better or not. The smile said enough for him, even if he was misinterpreting it.

Even the thought of her wrapping her arms around him, particularly over his chest, was frightening. Not that he minded her holding onto him (it would be a nice change), but between her possibly getting covered in his blood, it potentially causing him pain, and the fact that he didn't think he could safely guide the horse, he was going to have to go with the option of holding onto her. Which wasn't all that displeasing, really.

"I think I prefer to hold onto you. You're quite the runner.[/color]" Chevalier murmured, grinning. It wasn't entirely untrue, and he was quite happy to keep her in his arms, whether he was fully aware of it or not.

"You know, you don't have to go. I'm sure you could get help at the castle. I think it should be your choice, not mine.[/color]" Chevalier bravely offered. He immediately wished he hadn't. A guard was standing by the horse, waiting. He offered his hand to help her up as if oblivious to the prince's words. Or, more than likely, he was really there to help Chevalier. Chevy briefly wondered if it was that obvious that he needed help. Could they tell he was dying, too? They weren't hurrying the duo along. Perhaps it was because he was fine, or perhaps it was just respect. Chevalier had no idea which.

✘ chevy

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=b0acab] Evangeline Mishima Evangeline smiled at him, he was making her feel a little bit better. She was surprised by his answer at first. They really were going to share a horse, and he was going to be holding onto her. So much for running away, both by foot or by horse. The thought made her smile as she looked at him. "Oh you know me so well." Which was true but only because she had tried running so much. She didn't say anything about his next comment. Yes, I have to go. I'm making the choice to go however. "Your right it's mine choice." She was going and that was that, if she ran into his family then she would leave, but not right now. She took the guard's hand to help herself up, it wasn't like she needed it but she took it anyway because at this time she only had one hand since the left one was broken. She looked down at Chevalier and held out her right hand. Yes she could still help him up, she wasn't weak after all just one broken wrist. "Lets get you to the hospital." She waited for him to get on the horse so they could ride off. Normally they would ride slowly, but she was hoping that the guards wouldn't mind keeping up the pace by rushing some. "I was going to walk next to the horse but since you wanted me up here and my wrist is hurting a bit more, I was hoping you could tell them to rush there." As in letting the horse run instead of walk. Word Count: 269 Tagged: Chevalier Lafraniere

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Chevalier shrugged as if it was no big deal when she said he knew her so well. He'd like to believe that, but he didn't honestly know as much as he wanted to. While he knew who she was now and could ask about her, he wanted to hear it from her, to know what she wanted him to know about her. Now didn't seem like the time to launch into that conversation. To his general delight, despite her agreeing that it was her choice, she chose to go with him on the horse. Maybe, despite his mistakes, there was still a chance. Chevalier was slightly surprised to have her hold her hand out to him. Chevy didn't want to grab it, he wanted to prove he was fine and could climb up all by himself. Keeping her from getting the impression that he wouldn't accept her assistance mattered more. So he placed his trust in her, grabbing her hand with the hand that he wasn't using to wrap around his torso and press against the injury on his side. The guard instinctively helped push him up while he stepped, doing his best to support his own weight until he was safely on the horse. Instead of moving the hand around his torso, he merely placed the free hand around her waist. "Just go. They know where to find me.

[/color]" Chevalier murmured mischievously, speaking in a whisper. The idea of them ditching the guards wasn't a bad one, though he doubted it'd happen where there were two other horses for the guards. Chances were they would be followed. Sure, he could order them not to, but he didn't want to explain to his parents why the guards returned to the castle talking about how he was injured and with a strange girl, so he preferred them following.

✘ chevy

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