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Fantasy When Darkness Rules

Writer rolled her eyes.. "Oh so you're Sir Bennett? My sincerest appolageis! Should I curtsie or bow to you Sir Bennett?" She questioned sarcastically. She then knelt down to Hollow, not saying another word. As if she was trying to avoid the question he had asked her moments before.
 
"I'd rather not have you do anything of the sort actually. I detest the social status system. If it wasn't for sworn loyalty tot he crown I'd tell the king himself to fuck off" he replied defensively. Standing once more. "I unfortunately, had to work from the ground up after a...Family dispute. Not to mention, the scenes you see in battle... hell on earth" he muttered darkly, closing his eyes a moment. "Tell me Writer. Have you seen a man pulled apart? Limb by limb, while he screams for his mother."
 
Writer's eyes widened. She held back the tears that were threatening her eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't know. I'm so sorry Bennett." A tear slipped from her eye, she made a quick attent to wipe it. Hoping Bennett hadn't seen it. She was now sitting on the floor burying her face into her fox's fur incase another tear fell, then it wouldn't be noticed. Hopefully. Why am I such a horrible person. This man has seen things I haven't even seen in my worst nightmare. And here it is, his life had truly been like one nightmare. Writer tried to collect herself before her emotions spilled everywhere. But unfortunately she was too late. Her emotions flooded out as she cried into her fox's fur. She truly felt bad for the man, but this cry wasn't only for him. It turned into a cry of many things. An awkward choked out sob escaped her lips. She didn't care who was staring at the moment. She needed to just cry for at least a moment.
 
He sighed, a look of sympathy coming onto his features as he kneeled down next to the girl, putting a gentle hand in her back. "I didn't mean for you to cry" he mumbled, shaking his head slightly. "Im awfully sorry, i should never have mentioned anything of the sort" he apologised, watching as she cried into her foxes fur. "I... let slip of my tounge. It was most ungenerous of speech" he said, and simply stayed at her side in an attempt to calm her. His warm hand placed on the small of her back. He wasn't exactly the best when it came to comfort. In the army they were just told to 'man up'. And he very much doubted she would need that advice.
 
She looked up at him, probably looking extremely foolish. "No need to apologies. Yes this cry started out for sympathy of you, but trust me you don't have to feel bad. I just started thinking of the past so... That's why this cry has become such a big scene. But once again, I am truly sorry you had to go through that." She slowly stood up, wiping the remains of tears off of her face. She looked down at him, and could tell he hadn't much experience in comforting people. Which made her feel more upset, but then curved the edges of her mouth to an awkward smile thing. I shall teach him the ways of the comfort! She thought to herself and her awkward smile turned into an evil smirk.
 
He stood up, before he paused looking at the smirk on her face. "I don't like that look. What are you going to do?" He asked instinctively taking a step back. "That look means you've got some kind of plan, and not one that'll benefit me either" he said, a small frown dipping his smooth brow. He observed her look a moment longer, and sighed "I honestly think all understanding of women went out the window a few moments ago, and i wont be getting it back for sometime" he rubbed his temples and shook his head.
 
Writer just continued her evil smirk with a chuckle. "Eh I might have some kind of plan... Or this smirk might be how my face always is. And you actually thought you understood women. Ha that's cute but no one other than the woman herself will understand how women act." She stated, then suddenly ran to Bennett and embraced him in a very awkward hug. "This is comfort to a women." Writer added before letting go. She began laughing and received more stares than she had when she first got here. She had enough. "Next person that stares at me for a completely unnecessary reason I promise, they will get my fist in their face and a few bruises and bleeding here and there throughout their body! Got it?" She yelled and earned a few scared faces. She smiled at herself seeing that she had scared a few people.
 
He was frozen. She... hugged him? He admitted, he recieved and gave very few hugs. Then she suddenly started shouting at the observers. Getting over the surprise, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. What a strange woman. He took in a breath, and shook his head "Well... uh... Thankyou? For... the hug" he responded, obviously still a little shocked from what had occurred, not to mention the whole shouting at the rest of the guests, and seemingly talking enjoyment from their fear.
 
Writer looked back over at Bennett, a small blush creeping over her face realizing what she had done. "Oh... Um... No problem. And by the way one thing that might come in handy with knowing me, I have slight, no. Huge anger issues. So um, yeah. And I promise I don't normally find joy in people's fear. Only on occasion. So I'm not THAT creepy. At least I don't think I am." She said, she felt like she could go on forever but decided to end it there. She ran


A hand through her hair causing the hair that was slightly in front of her face to move revealing a small yet deep scar on the right side of her forehead. She brushed her index finger across it and winced slightly as the pain went through her body for a moment. The scar wasn't a healing scar, it was a scar that healed up leaving the object that made the cut wedge inside.
 
He blinked, and nodded "Ah... of course" he simply replied, with a slightly confused look. He exhaled and shook his head once more. "That offers slight relief" he said with a small smile. He noticed the scar inflicted on her forehead, and the wince accompanying it when touched. He observed her a moment longer before tearing his molten amber gaze away once more. Today had started off quite normal now he thought about it. Why on earth did he accept that invitation anyway?
 
Writer sat on the floor looking at the floor. The hair that was first covering her face, covered her face once more. When she looked up at the ceiling the reflection from the lights hit her almost sky like, blue orbs and made them shimmer a white. "I hate when my eyes do this" she mumbled more to herself than to anyone that might so happen to be paying attention. She looked back down and surprisingly(not really though considering writer is well... Writer) she had just notice the little terrier that was curled up by Bennett's leg. "Awe... Aren't you just adorable?" She said sticking her hand out slight and brushed her hand against the dogs fur.
 
He was almost mesmerised by the colour of her eyes, they way they seemed to shimmer, before being pulled back to earth by her admiration of his hound. Bigby (As the dog was called) sniffed her hand a moment, before giving it a lick of approval. Bennett smiled "Mutts name is Bigby... ironic i know. But thats what i get for having a small dog, not a war hound." He laughed with a slight shrug, he patted the dogs head a moment, before standing up once more. "Seems he's taken a liking to you." He said with a lopsided grin, showing off his almost wolfish attributes.
 
Writer giggled as she played with Bigby. "Who's just the most adorable dog? You are, yes you are!" She exclaimed, her childish side coming out more than ever. "I'm way better than that Bennett aren't I?"Writer teased as she continued to play with the dog. She couldn't help but to just love animals. Everything around her seemed to drown out when she was around an animal she cared for. "Who's my new favorite dog? That's right Bigby! You are! Yes you are yes you are." She continued as she rubbed his stomach. "Bennett I'm going to be stealing your dog." She said, then noticed Hollow laying next to her being the jealous fox she is. "Awe c'mon girl, you're my favorite fox." Writer said calmly petting Hollow's soft red fur.
 
"Traitor" he said jokingly to Bigby, whom just rolled around on the floor infront of him with a stupid, dog like grin. He laughed, crouching down to scratch his ears and stomach in a loving way. Bennett and his dog were inseparable, Bigby was most probably the person he trusted most, and he wasn't even a person. The small terrier jumped up, licking his face, making Wolfe wrinkle his nose and chuckle. He looked over at her and the fox with a smirk "Someone seems a little jealous" he said with a slight grin. Bigby on the other hand, was oblivious to the fact running between himself and Writer, accepting any attention given. After all the small Jack Russell was still young, and quite the attention seeker.
 
Writer being the kind of 'person' she is tried her best to give each of the pets as much attention as she could. But no matter what Hollow still seemed to be a bit jealous. "Hollow... Why are you so jealous?! Ugh" She groaned, putting the fox in her lap petting her. Leaving Bigby to go back to Bennett.
 
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Bennett stood up and yawned looking around the people crowding the hall. "When do you think we'll finally start the supposed 'meeting' or what not?" He asked, crossing his arms, Bigby, sitting back at his masters side with a well behaved look about him. "I mean, who else are we waiting for exactly, hm?"
 
Writer shrugged and continued with her overly jealous fox. She yawned and stretched her arms. "If this meeting doesn't happen soon I might just end up falling asleep." She stated seriously, setting Hollow back on the floor and stood up. "My legs fell asleep, I hate when this happened." Writer complained squeezing her eyes shut then, opening them after a moment.
 
He chuckled lightly, and sighed "I might actually join you falling asleep at this point" he looked around and motioned toward the chairs "Care to join?" He offered as he made his way over and sat down. "All i wanted, was to attend the bloody meeting. Not wait around all day" he rubbed his face and sneezed. Goddamn it all.
 
She smiled and nodded, walking over to a seat next to him. Writer coughed as all the scents in the room grew horrendously strong from everyone gathering in the room. "Holy hell, my lungs are gonna be done for by time this is over." She groaned, followed by a cough. She grabbed a purple bandana out of her pocket and tied it over her nose and mouth. "I look so stupid, but don't judge. I rather look stupid than be coughing all night" She stated, leaning back in my chair.
 
He sneezed again "Whos wearing that damned perfume?!" He muttered angrily, his head pounding. "At this rate, i might step outside a moment. It's all a little too much". He looked over at her, and smirked at her appearance, but nodded in agreement "I suppose" he said before sneezing again. He groaned covering his nose with a hand, fighting another sneeze.
 
Writer looked at him, holding back a laugh. "Oh I'm sorry did you say to spray more perfume in the air for you?" She asked taking out a bottle of unused perfume from her bag she had in her shoulder and opened it prepared to spray. "Hmm... Should I do it? Or should I be a nice person and not do it?" Writer debated on which to do and awaited Bennett's reaction.
 
He shook his head hurriedly "Oh gods no woman!" He exclaimed, and sneezed. "I can barely deal with this situation. Let alone you adding more" he pouted slightly, and sighed "Be a nice person would you Writer? I've got the biggest headache known to man" he complained, holding his head.
 
She sighed and put the lid back on the bottle then, put the bottle in the bag. "You're so lucky I like you.... In a friend kinda way." She spoke quietly putting the bag back on her shoulder. Another yawn left her mouth. "I'm so tired." She put her arms on the table and lay her head in her arms. "Wake me up when the meeting starts." She said quietly, closing her eyes, but not yet asleep.
 

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