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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 8:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:15 pm
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Syght Svenhall
There is no enjoyment for a Failure. My life is nothing but Regret.
Syght's teeth rattled in his head as the van he was being transported in switched from concrete to an unpaved road. He ground his teeth to think that something natural was being soiled by... humans. He let out a quiet sigh.
'Maybe it'll at least be a place out of the way. Maybe in the country.'
Syght reached up, but a sharp smack from the guard next to him stopped him. He was just reaching to scratch the skin around his eyes, but the man obviously thought he was trying to look under the blind fold. So he returned his hand to his lap. He sat like that, silently, until they came to a stop. The guard beside him grabbed his arm hard enough to bruise and pulled him from the van.
Finding his feet beneath him, Syght stood and stretched, trying not to appear as though he were trying to escape. He was shoved, he didn't know where, as he was still blindfolded. He walked. The guard was calling out some name, some guy's name. It sounded like he didn't even know if he was in the right place.
"Perhaps you should check the address again."Syght suggested quietly. The man turned around and smacked him, though it felt more like a punch. Syght thought he might have a black eye soon.
There is no punishment In heaven or in hell Great enough To forgive me for my failure. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:08 pm
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Syght Svenhall
There is no enjoyment for a Failure. My life is nothing but Regret.
Syght froze at the voice of a woman, a girl, if his hearing was telling the truth. The guard began talking to the woman, keeping a hand around Syght's arm the entire time. "Yes, Miss Snake. We are a delivery service, our fees have already been paid, I just need you to sign this for me, to say you received it." He pressed a clipboard and pen into her hands.
After she signed, he tipped his hat and returned to the van, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust as they turned to leave. Syght coughed the dust out of his lungs and fidgeted slightly, the blindfold was itching and he could feel his right eye swelling already. As the dust settled he caught a scent that he recognized. Along with it came a feeling, a tingling at the base of his skull.
'That's not-. It can't be... Sidhe?'
Breathing through his mouth, Syght concentrated on nothing but. In, and out. In, and out. But now that he recognized the scent, he couldn't un-sense it. Few could recognize it. No human's as far as Syght knew. Protector's were given the ability, and most other Sidhe could as well. But the chances of being bought by one of them... were astronomical.
There is no punishment In heaven or in hell Great enough To forgive me for my failure. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:38 pm
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Syght Svenhall
There is no enjoyment for a Failure. My life is nothing but Regret.
When Vivian removed his blindfold, Syght quit breathing altogether. That is, until spots danced in front of his eyes and he became lightheaded. He stood, staring at the ground between his feet and gasping while she left him in the front room. He tried and tried, but felt that he couldn't get enough oxygen. That shock, that feeling when she touched him, was as if he was being doused in cold water. The feeling was unique for every one of the Sidhe, and he knew what she was without any question.
She returned, and he focused on keeping his breathing at least quiet, if not suppressing them altogether. He took the bag of ice from her, careful to not touch her skin. Holding the ice to his head, he stared at the ground at her feet.
"Th- Thank you, Mistress." His voice was quiet, but the tone was deep. He considered a moment before he continued. "I believe I can... I am here because I am a slave. Your father bought me."
Syght took a deep breath, chewing on his lip before he spoke again."Your father... this Mr. Snake. He's... he's not your real father, is he?"Syght braced himself for anger, for retaliation of any kind. A slap, something stronger, to be sent back to the slave shop. He'd never pushed his luck so soon after meeting a new owner.
There is no punishment In heaven or in hell Great enough To forgive me for my failure. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 4:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 7:57 pm
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Syght Svenhall
There is no enjoyment for a Failure. My life is nothing but Regret.
Syght flinched at her words, cowering on the ground even though when he stood he towered over the small girl. He tucked his head under his arm, as if to protect himself from being struck. Syght began shaking at her words. He'd already upset her. He shouldn't press his luck any further but... something told him he had to. Something pushed him further.
Syght pushed himself to his knees, looking up at Vivian with tears in his eyes. They pooled, and as he met her gaze, the first of many fell, trailing down his cheek. Reaching out slowly, he took a deep breath and took her hand in both of his. He let out the breath shakily as the "doused in cold water" feeling passed over him. He never knew what the Sidhe felt when they touched him, but they felt something. After all, they had to know him from any normal human.
"You feel that?" He whispered.
"I know you feel it. I feel it. Every time you t-touch me. When you... look at me." He stopped and swallowed convulsively. His voice dropped and he released her hand, staring at the floor. "It's not disgraceful to be what you are. It's... the most wonderful thing."
He didn't say it, but he was the true disgrace. She couldn't be held responsible for being what she was. You don't choose to be born as a Sidhe. He chose to become a Protector, and he failed. He shook his head, curling back up on the floor in front of her again. He deserved to be beaten, especially by one of the fae.
There is no punishment In heaven or in hell Great enough To forgive me for my failure. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:34 pm
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Syght Svenhall
There is no enjoyment for a Failure. My life is nothing but Regret.
Syght let out a heavy sigh as she ran to her room. He lay on the floor, rolling over to his back and grabbing the ice bag again. It was mostly melted, but still cool and he pressed it to his head, which was beginning to pound again. With a snarl, he tossed the bag away, balling his hand into a fist and pounding the floor. With a muffled crack, the middle knuckle of that hand shattered.
With a quiet groan, Syght pushed himself to his feet, shaking his hand and watching as the bones and tendons knitted themselves back together. It was the only thing left from the magic gifted to him when he became a Protector. Moving to the kitchen, he disposed of the ice bag, the lump and black eye were gone now, anyway.
"Mistress, are you hungry?" He searched through the cupboards until he found enough to make a quick lunch of sandwiches and some fresh vegetables that looked like they may have been homegrown. They certainly weren't bought at a big foodstore.
When he finished making them, he made a plate and went to her door. Knocking lightly, he spoke just as quietly."Mistress, I made you some sandwiches. It's... it's not much but-. I'll leave the plate here. I will be out back if you need me."
He placed the plate on the floor next to the door and peeled off his holey, ratty shirt. Folding it, he placed it next to the couch, not soiling their furniture. He placed his shoes next to the shirt, making his way toward the back door in just his pants. Once he was out there, he stretched, and then began a martial arts routine he had long ago memorized. He wished he had a sword, but that had been taken many years ago. Syght continued long after he had worked up a sweat.
There is no punishment In heaven or in hell Great enough To forgive me for my failure. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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