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Posted on March 11, 2013 at 10:13:11 AM by Bryar
Warning This Post May Contain Referances Unsuitable For Younger Readers. That Is All.
You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick
“Wow, a prince and stupid…. That’s new,” she grins as mischievous as always without meaning any real hurt whatsoever, “please they’d have to be a pretty shit assassin or kidnapper to get passed all your guards, as difficult as that is, climb a friggin castle that has a total lack of foot and hand holds by the way just to go ‘tip tap are you in prince? I wanna steal you!’ Puh’lease never gunna happen idiot”. Personally Bryar doesn’t really see the point in kidnapping Tristan she convinces him to leave the castle with her often enough who needs to use physical force or dump a bag over his head? From what little she gathers though kidnappers are usually interested in money and ransoms and other stuff she does not understand. Money has very little value to the girl who sleeps on tree stumps, eats rabbits and finds fun jumping off cliffs. Gold and all that other stuff are just so pointless; all it does is shine and make people go cuckoo. She pays only the slightest attention at the threat of being stabbed, “why would you stab me I’m awesome, ‘sides you tried that I’d electrocute you before I bleed out and DIED!” she announces the last words with heavy unneeded dramatics and her usual beaming grin. She shows a similar amount of interest as he complains or moans at her about something to do with that stupid book. “How is a book more interesting than let’s say me?” Come on its so much cooler to go out and do stuff than have your head stuck in something that smells of dust and mould!” Bryar will never be a scholar that much is certain. “Pffffft yeah a statue with ‘Tristan the twat’ written under it,” she giggles sticking out her tongue as she bounces until hands grab at her ankles and with a shriek she falls onto her back and finds herself staring upwards. Pushing back up onto her elbows she fixes a mock glare onto her face, “Twat!” Grabbing another pillow and with little care she propels herself forward using the springiness of the mattress to barrel into the young prince before beginning to repeatedly pummel him with the pillow. Eventually Bryar falls back and sits on her feet giggling and pushing wild hair out of her eyes and looking thoroughly pleased with herself. It lasts only seconds before once more she’s raising the pillow in mock threat. “Like I’d rot or ever need a stupid cane to walk with, that’ll be you from all that book reading and not running around having. Have you seen the book people? They go all weird and get backs that look like hills!” her eyes are wide, the idea of having a humped back is something that she never wants to experience it seems so awkward and annoying. Laying down she fluffs the pillow twice before settling it under her head. Crossing her arms over her chest she adopts a thoughtful expression. “I don’t plan,” she says it flatly as though such a thing should be completely obvious to anyone and everyone. It’s true though Bryar really doesn’t do plans she tends to live off hat thing called spontaneity; which drives Wayra mad. With someone as unpredictable as Bryar it means she could do anything, anytime, anywhere and anyplace without even giving it single moments though. The girl loved it and the bird hated it. It led to stupid things like climbing heavily guarded castle in the middle of the night to see a prince who had sharp things that could gut you. “Weeeell you live here you’ve gotta know what’s fun to do?” Looking up green eyes fix him with a playful glare. “You get grounded and shut in here so often that there has to be something otherwise why wouldn’t you be out cliff jumping and tree climbing with me?” Oooo we went cave diving the other day… well I dunno if that’s what you call it but you have to like swim and dive to get to these caves at the cove it’s epic. At night the moon glows through this big hole in the roof and there’s something in the walls that make it go all sparkly. Wayra hated it he got all wet and said I’d get drowned or eaten by whales. He’s stupid though and it was cool. Does the moon make the castle go all glowy?” Bryar’s attention span often leaves something to be desired as she sits up again, “we could try climbing to the top of the castle? There’s just sucky hand holds and stuff but we could do it! Oh on the way up I saw lots of straw outside your stables, we could try jumping from like the fifth floor or whatever into it, that’d be like cliff jumping without the water?” Perhaps Bryar’s ideas may lead to consequences such as broken bones but fear isn’t something she’s even felt or known so it’s not her fault besides she’s never really been around the castle before how’s she supposed to know what she’s ‘allowed’ to do? Save your pity for tomorrow when I smash it like a ball
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- working every day, - By thoth March 11, 2013 at 09:56:33 PM
- may your honour lift you high - By t r i s t a n April 30, 2013 at 08:44:11 PM
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