Anyatka shakes her head slowly. “You don’t want someone like me. And there’s only one I want.” The red paints her cheeks as she closes her eyes and turns her face toward his touch. After a moment, she whispers, “They can give you what you want, Morty, but I don’t think they can give you what you need – what you don’t even think you need.”
Morducai [gazes] softly at her. “And what’s that?”
Anyatka looks up at him slowly, nervous, but sure. “Someone to belong to.” The hand that rested on his arm rises to touch his face. “And belong with.”
Morducai ‘s faintly unmasked expression suggests that her answer hit much more of a chord than the man expected…. (from January 22, 2014)
***Anya and Lina
“While I see it coming together, I do not see it sticking.”
“Eh, it’s good fer us both right now. Who cares about the future? Why’s ye thinkin’ ‘bout it anyways?”
“Because you are my friend. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Ain’t nuthin’ ta tell.”
“What if I needed to find you?”
“Ye ain’t never come lookin’ before.”
“’Sides, we go t’gether right nice. Ye know, I think he ain’t originally from the Bree-lands? E’en his thing’s dark as night.”
“I do not want to have this conversation any more.”
“Do you love him?”
“Not tha’ I’m ware of.”
“Do you even like him, or is it all…”
“Oh, yeah. I like him a lot. More’n any other person in the Bree-lands. And we fit t’gether nicely.”
“I told you I didn’t want to know.”
“Nah, I mean, like, person-to-person, too. Not just ‘ye know’. What about ye? And that ugly grave-digger? Ye love him?”
“He’s not ugly. His face has character.”
“Fine. Fair ‘nough, I s’pose. But d’ye love him?”
“E’en if his face got character, but his loins ain’t?”
“Yer so stupid.”
“Fair enough, I suppose.”
***Anya and Aeron
“Hey, um. Are you there?”
“Oh, um. Good. Can I ask you a question?”
Of course. Though I do not have many answers right now.
“Sure, sure. Um. What’s it like? Seeing the world through my eyes?”
You are short. I didn’t notice it at first, I thought perhaps I was just tired after a long march. Or something was wrong with my head. I did not realize it was your head.
“Huh. You remember things now. For instance, that you had met Or-Orchil.”
The squinting woman with the arrogant man with all the answers?
“I do not think she is with Morty any more.”
I did not mean it that way. I meant simply that she was speaking with him. I associate her with him for simplicity.
“Well, then, I guess so, yes. You probably saw them together when they…”
Why do you put so much emphasis on their relationship?
“I-I don’t know.”
Oh, wait a moment. I see it. I am sorry.
…Did you have another question?
“It’s about your beloved.”
Ah, yes. Faethril. I am afraid for her.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
In black magics. And when I volunteered for Fornost, she was very afraid of some things that could befall me.
“She didn’t want you to go?”
Oh, no. She understood it was something I had to do. But she was afraid.
“You think she did this?”
Yes, in an attempt to keep me safe. Alive.
“So how do we stop this?”
I do not know that yet.
My thoughts exactly.
((Happy Valentine’s Day! Or as I have taken to call it, Single Awareness Day.
One thing I have noticed since returning to LOTRO is the number of community led events hosted on Landroval. This completely thrills me, though I am not used to having scheduled RP. I’m not used to scheduled anything. Living by a bell every working day of my life created this disdain for regimented scheduling outside of my career, I believe. So, on Wednesday, I did not realize it was Wednesday and that I wanted to go to the Broken Cask because two Wednesdays ago I was caught in RP before I knew it was happening. And today, February 14, 2014, though there are many events scheduled, none of my characters necessarily have “dates” to attend with them (Fal has weekend plans, darn her! And would he even be drug to one of them?).
Luckily, Torlach and Cwendlwyn have a date scheduled in Lord Elrond’s Library to research the necklace. Somehow, this humorously imitates life: hot date for Valentine’s Day? Yeah with an old and dusty book!))