I Remember You [ Arthur ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Every other touch runs as cold as ice If I get too close I may pay the price But I remember you So far, Abbey was not exactly having a fun time growing up as a city. To be perfectly honest, it was turning out to be relatively horrific for her. Now marked the fourth time someone had left and abandoned her. Why did nobody want her? Was she really that bad of a city that they had just decided they didn’t like her and left? She didn’t really think she had done anything wrong, well at least not wrong enough to deserve abandoning. Sure she was stubborn, but did that behavior warrant being left over and over again? Rome was a bit understandable, seeing as he was mostly falling out of power and probably couldn’t keep track of all the places he owned anyway. Arthur though, apparently had decided that he just instantly didn’t like her and left her. That wasn’t really fair, she wasn’t even given a chance and instead he went to someone else for his capital and just left her by herself. It felt like she was going to have to go through this over and over again. Could she really stand to get her hopes up that someone would stay again only to have them shattered once more? It had already happened several times, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it happening again. The sad truth was that she probably would though. As much as she would like to, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from becoming at least a little attached to the next person that claimed London as their own. Regardless, she had been left again and there really was nothing she could do about it. Would she just remain alone now, or would someone else come again? Did it even matter if someone did at this point? Maybe she just needed to be left alone, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted desperately for someone to stay with her, but she’d probably not get that and so she wasn’t really expecting anyone to come for her. The girl sighed before exiting the Tower of London and walking towards the moat. Once she reached the edge she sat down and stared into the water. Looking at her reflection she noted slightly that she looked a bit like a mess. That was probably because she had been crying earlier and noticed she was doing so again. Despite this she ran a hand through her hair a few times to at least put it in some order. She was civilized enough to do that much. It was currently down and reached just above her elbows, she reached up and used a ribbon to pull some of it back and tied the ribbon into a bow. The city then smoothed out her dress around her and she found these small things weren’t helping to distract her in the slightest. Green eyes looked back at the water in front of her, and she sighed slightly. It was far more quiet and peaceful out here than anywhere else in London right at the moment, and so she lay on the grass and did her best to try and think about something other than the fact that she had been left again. Something that was easier said than done, and so she tried to think about things like what exactly she was going to do now. She had nowhere to go really, and she didn’t really want to beg for someone to take her back. That just seemed rather pathetic, and so she wasn’t exactly sure what to do. The girl had some stubbornness and pride after all, enough to not go crying to someone to take her back, but not enough to not cry at all. She was upset, she just wasn’t about to go to another and whine about it. Then, the sound of footsteps drawing closer interrupted her thoughts, and honestly she was hoping whoever would just leave her be. words:656 / tag:Rye/ Arthur / Emilie Autumn - Remember/notes: :3 here you go/ London year 1154 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]BROKEN HUMANITY[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]WITH RESTLESS HEARTS AND TROUBLED MINDS WE REALISE THIS FALLEN WORLD DOESN’T SEEM QUITE RIGHT SOMEWHERE NEAR THE DAWN OF TIME WE LOST OUR PARADISE BROKEN HUMANITY A SHADOW OF WHAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Arthur had grown a little. As much as he hated Francis, the bastard did help him advance—probably not in the way that he wanted or in a way that he would have if he had remained untouched, but the fact remained that the young nation had grown just a bit stronger. So much of France had bled into him… His language, his culture—and a part of that would always remain. Arthur hated that more than anything that the others had ever left behind on him like filthy residue. He was taken, used, and thrown aside. Francis was only another to add to the list of others. And as much as Arthur wished him gone, it stung. He felt undesirable. Unwanted. He was unaware that a certain city had felt the same—or at least some semblance of what he had experienced. Arthur remembered meeting her not too long after Rome had landed on his shores—the old man and his smile with brutal legions at his beck and call. Arthur was too small to defend himself against the blood-stained empire and he was set on hating anything that came of him. So, of course, he was less than happy to see that Rome had chosen a capital for him. He had always thought of London as a product of Rome… so while he tolerated her in Rome’s household, he was quick to leave her after the old bastard had finally left. Arthur went to Wessex, leaving London alone amidst the former empire's crumbling structures. And then of course, the others came and left soon after. Arthur hadn’t minded the others as much as he minded the one that actually conquered all of him. He fought hard to defend his capital, but it was France in the end who had destroyed it. Wessex was gone; a fact that Arthur had mourned bitterly whenever Francis couldn’t hear his grief during the first years of torturous occupation. It would now only be a legend—stories would be written about the ill-fated capital, but it would never again be a part of this world. France had left, but England continued fighting to ensure that the French leech would keep his lewd hands away from him. Never again would he allow that bastard to touch him. Anything to keep from feeling that invasive cruelty once more. It was the invasion that sparked England’s enmity toward France. He was stubborn and could hold a grudge for a long, long time. He would foster it, watch it grow, and would soon give France his return for what he had started that cold morning at Hastings. At the moment, Arthur perhaps looked the part of a fourteen-year-old boy, though his eyes certainly didn’t match his juvenile appearance. He had been searching for a while, not sure exactly if he would find what he had set out to find. His walk was still a tad bit awkward. The bruises on his body were still the healing shade of mottled yellow. Some of the more prominent, darker ones would take a bit more time to heal over. Time did wonders to the plucky island nation. He always found a way to stand tall after a blow. Always. Even when he moved wrong against his bruises, he didn’t wince behind the ache. He made a small promise after his ordeal that he would be strong. Strong enough so that no one would ever hurt him again. He walked a bit further into the city, armed and protected, just in case anything should come around the corner. Arthur had experienced too many surprises to really be too shocked by anything at this point. There was a feeling of familiarity that warmed him the closer he drew. Shrewd eyes immediately detected the female city currently sprawled on the grass close to the moat. He recognised her even without being close enough to scrutinise the details. He moved closer, trying to loosen the guilty apprehension that he had been carrying around with him all day like the heavy weapons at his side. Now that he could clearly see her, he couldn’t help but to also notice the clear distress barely hidden among her small features. He felt awkward standing before her, being near her after all that the both of them had been through, after he had abandoned her following Rome’s departure. The memory was still fresh in his mind. He was so small and the years had dragged since then. But Arthur couldn’t erode the small bit of fault that he felt for the city’s current state. Upon finally approaching her, his shadow fell over London's form as he softly cleared his throat. He breathed slowly before finally speaking. ”London…” His voice was even and quiet like their surroundings. The former malice that he had shown her when he was younger was devoid from his tone. They had both been through quite a bit. England’s body bore the bruises that London’s heart most likely felt after everything had been said and done. He was sure that neither of them felt like acquiring more. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: london/cal WORDS: 816. NOTES: finally posted after days of absence >.> CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Every other touch runs as cold as ice If I get too close I may pay the price But I remember you Abbey was having a hard time dealing with the mass amounts of abandonment. It was a crushing weight on her heart and it hurt. She wasn’t about to tell anyone that though. She’d just curl up and experience her torment on her own. It was all she could do really. What other option did she really even have? If she cried in front of someone then she was made out to be weak and ridiculed for it. The girl found out early that nations could be very cruel. After all, why else abandon her the way they did if it wasn’t to torment her in some way? Well, alright they were defeated by someone or just decided to leave on their own for other interests, but still she felt extremely unwanted. Who could blame her for that either? The physical damage had been much less than the emotional damage, so that was something she supposed. There was some physical damage, but it wasn’t really worth mentioning if she was being perfectly honest. It could have been far worse, and so she wasn’t about to complain. Actually, she wasn’t even going to complain about the emotional damage she received because what good would that do? It would get her laughed at or ridiculed more and thus just create more damage in an endless cycle. That endless cycle was how she ended up where she was, and she refused to let it continue. She’d even become her own nation and say to hell with anyone if she had to. The girl had accepted that England wasn’t about to take her even if she was a part of the Island he was trying to possess, and apparently no other nation wanted her either. Or, well, at least none of the ones she had met had. Sure for a while, but it was as if she was some shiny new toy or something. Was fun to play with for a while, but then they got bored and lost her under a bed. It was, not a good feeling to say the least. Would she continue to exist now without someone to claim her? Would she just fade out of existence as a forgotten and abandoned city? That was a morbid and depressing thought, and she really didn’t want to continue with it. It would only make her start crying again, and she very much was trying to avoid that. After all, she was outside, and while she was alone for now, it wouldn’t last forever. She certainly wasn’t naïve enough to believe that nobody would come and ruin her depressed alone time. What was she going to do? The girl had no idea, and honestly it hurt to think about. She wasn’t about to go crawling to some nation to beg to be taken as a city of some sort. Thus she would be stuck until someone decided to show up and claim her, or she ended up trying to be a nation of her own. That seemed a bit doubtful though. The footsteps drew closer and then stopped. She wiped the tears off her face so they wouldn’t see and turned to look at the person who called her name. Her city name rather than her human name, but that was fairly common when they weren’t around people anyway. ”England. Have you come to laugh at me, or have you come to tell me you don’t want me…again?” she asked him as sort of a question and sort of a rhetorical statement. ”If that’s the case, you can just leave. I’ve heard it enough for a lifetime to be perfectly honest.” she said sitting up and putting her arms on her knees. London looked up at him and gave him her best impression of a blank expression. She didn’t want to get attached in the slightest, and so if she stayed distant she might not get hurt again. The hurt was something she was very much sick of at this point. She just wanted the pain to stop, but it would take years for that to happen, and the only way that was going to happen was if she stayed away from everyone. Nobody could hurt you if they never got close to you. It was just a matter of if she could stay away from people. London wasn’t sure she could, not with how she desperately wanted someone to just accept her and keep her. It wasn’t likely that she would be able to completely ignore that want either, so really what was she going to do? words:765 / tag:Rye/ Arthur / Emilie Autumn - Remember/notes: woo angst~/ London year 1154 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]BROKEN HUMANITY[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]WITH RESTLESS HEARTS AND TROUBLED MINDS WE REALISE THIS FALLEN WORLD DOESN’T SEEM QUITE RIGHT SOMEWHERE NEAR THE DAWN OF TIME WE LOST OUR PARADISE BROKEN HUMANITY A SHADOW OF WHAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Arthur could understand the feeling of rejection, however; with each one, he hardened against it. In a way, it was necessary if he didn’t want to be hurt like that once more. Who needed love anyhow? What does that word even mean? Personally, Arthur didn’t believe that something that like existed. The term was tossed around like sweets, but that’s all it ever did. Sugar coat the nasty reality that lay beneath, rotting like his dead countrymen by French design and eventually by the mixing of their bloodlines—the precursor to the lovely century long war that would be up and coming. Well, more like a series of them, really. In the end, their blood had gotten so muddled, that England, whether he liked it or not, was more inclined now to accept London for the capital that France had turned her into, just as Rome had tried to before him. France had finally left his shores, so it made perfect sense for England to claim back everything that he had so carelessly left behind. In a sense, France hadn’t really left. A part of him would always remain, as much as Arthur abhorred the idea. What’s done is done. France had accomplished unspeakable things against him and all Arthur had left to do was to simply gather the shattered pieces and move forward with what he had been dealt. Even now, he still endured the aftereffects, the nightmares of everything that the other had done: approaching him under the cover of night, leaving behind his own mark—bleeding and spilling into him. It was a nasty process, but he was willing to do just about anything to break that defiance. In the end, it was Francis’s Normans who would be speaking English more often than not while Arthur’s stubborn countrymen refused to utter a word of French. It was a slow, but satisfying triumph over the decades. Nevertheless, London remained stuck in the middle of that political mess. For a brief moment, Arthur wondered how France had treated her. Sure, he had seen the structures and the advancement that the other had imparted. Arthur knew better than to base his judgment on that. For the most part since the Norman invasion, France had kept England physically separated from London—not that they ever were really together in the first place, but it continued nonetheless. This was his first time seeing her up close in many years. His eyes swept down her form, making note that she didn’t look as if she had been mistreated by Francis, but again, it was difficult to judge something like that on appearance alone. A small, irrational part of him wondered if London was this distressed over the actual departure or because it was Francis that had left her. That slimy bastard usually seemed to have that effect on most. Arthur, fortunately, could count himself among that minority. England’s brows furrowed slightly and his mouth tightened into a frown when he heard her speak. ”As if there were anything even faintly amusing about all this,” he muttered as his eyes trailed over to the closest stone structure that Francis had helped build. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was grand. The only thing that he secretly hated about it was that it probably matched similar structures across the channel, marking him as a part of them. He never wanted to be like them… and yet, here he was, still struggling not to be some offhand product of continental Europe. He connected with her stare once more, not really sure how he should feel. He was a little confused, lost, and quite frankly tired of everything. Alternatively, he wanted to lash back at the others for what they did. At the moment, however; he needed a capital… and she needed someone to take her in. There were others that he could have, but London was who he currently wanted above any other. His eyes averted slightly before taking in her stiff expression. Best be blunt about this, he supposed. ”Things change…” he said, his voice soft and somber. ”You’ve never been mine because I never gave you the chance to be…” He paused briefly. Everything was quiet aside from the occasional lap of water and the rustling of nature. "We don't have to be alone... if you're willing.” Yes, he was inquiring—not demanding. To him, this was an invaluable partnership that shouldn’t be forced. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: london/cal WORDS: 750. NOTES: marv okay'd the content that included the France stuff.. xD CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Every other touch runs as cold as ice If I get too close I may pay the price But I remember you Abbey hadn’t hardened against the rejection despite trying. No matter what she did it just hurt more and more each time it happened. Really she did try to be indifferent towards it, but it was hard to just shut everyone out. Apparently she was the type of person that needed someone else around. That was going to present a problem at some point she felt. Actually, it was already a problem, and since she was pretty sure nobody wanted to take her at this point, it left a very large problem. What was she going to do now then? She needed some sort of person contact, but she couldn’t just go befriend humans. After all, she didn’t age correctly and thus would raise suspicions on what she was. She wasn’t about to go to some official that was in on the secret either. They tended to either bore or ignore her, and so she would much rather a nation or city to talk to. Though they would come and go too like everyone else had already. Was it so much to ask for someone to just stay with her? Really she didn’t think it was all that much to want. They didn’t even have to love her, just stay with her, because at this point she wasn’t sure she’d be able to trust a person to stay with her long enough to get too close to them. She saw him frown when she asked if he had come to laugh at her. Well, he was still here so that wasn’t it at least. That was a slightly comforting thought, and she gave a weak smile despite trying to keep her distance. ”Some would find it amusing. Apparently showing emotion is weak and thus humorous at times.” she said with a sigh. It was true enough that distress was often thought as weakness. Or maybe it was just they liked poking fun at people for the hell of it. Either way it was rather rude, and so she was kind of glad that he didn’t find it amusing. Which meant they agreed on something at least. That left the question of why he was here though. He hadn’t left, so he wasn’t here to say he didn’t want her. Did that mean that he might actually claim her? It was a bit late for it, but really the girl had nowhere else to go. What could she do other than simply accept if he offered? Though it was entirely possible that he was going to ignore her request to just leave and say he didn’t want her anyway. Thus she was going to try not to get her hopes up, but either way she was interested in why he was here. There did have to be a reason didn’t there? As he returned her stare she waited for some sort of explanation patiently. He said that things change and she gave a slightly thoughtful expression. Did things really change? She wasn’t so sure about that. He stated that she had never been his because he didn’t give her the chance to be. Then he said that they didn’t have to be alone if she wanted. ”You want me to stay with you?” she asked him simply with a hint of surprise. ”I do have a condition…” she said simply and waited a moment for that to sink in a bit. ”Don’t abandon me. If you’re serious about us not being alone, then you can’t get bored of me in a few hundred years and decide to leave me. “ she said. The girl was sick of being just dumped onto someone else once one country was done with her. She wanted something a bit more permanent so she didn’t have to worry about where she would end up next. ”If you agree to that…then sure.” she said standing up and brushing off her dress a bit. It would take her a while to completely forgive him, but she would be civil at least. That was, if he accepted her condition. Now the question was, if he would actually accept it. words:689 / tag:Rye/ Arthur / Emilie Autumn - Remember/notes: -rolls-/ London year 1154 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]BROKEN HUMANITY[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]WITH RESTLESS HEARTS AND TROUBLED MINDS WE REALISE THIS FALLEN WORLD DOESN’T SEEM QUITE RIGHT SOMEWHERE NEAR THE DAWN OF TIME WE LOST OUR PARADISE BROKEN HUMANITY A SHADOW OF WHAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]It seemed that Abbey and Arthur were an odd match—but one that would work, it seemed. Arthur was bitter against every wrong that had ever been done to him (probably to an unhealthy extent) and it had done a number on his sanity in the worst of moments. Despite the internal damage along with his new collection of physical reminders, Arthur was looking forward to standing up once more—straight, strong, and proud— before Francis and to eventually give back more misery than the other had bestowed upon him. Abbey, apparently, was inclined to overlook previous actions as long as it meant that she wouldn’t be alone. It was probably better for the both of them that she preferred not to harden over life’s trivialities; it wouldn’t do to have two of the bitter sorts under the same roof. Arthur’s presence softened slightly when he noticed Abbey’s semblance of a smile to his remark. ”That’s more common than not.” The majority of the world probably preferred to mock those on their knees as opposed to anything else. At least, that had been Arthur’s experience… what little of the world he had experienced so far. He briefly wondered about the rest of the undiscovered world beyond the seas. Thus far, he had only had experiences with nations from the north and from the continental east. Neither had been pleasant. He looked back at the capital, his expression still somewhat flat as he considering her for a moment before further responding. ”That sort of thing ceases to be amusing when you know what it feels like to fall... or to have everything taken from you.” His voice was level, not expressing anger, resentment, or even a fervent sense of impending justice. Eventually, an individual reached their breaking point after enduring a succession of misfortunes and torments—where even voicing their rage seemed tiring and pointless. England had reached that point somewhere along the way. While he still felt the need for a certain kind of retribution for the French nation, but he was willing to wait for it. Change for Arthur came through his experiences—most of which were thrust upon him. He had changed quite a bit from being the naive, angry little child that Rome looked after… and would continue to throughout the centuries. France, Norway, Denmark, Rome… they had all changed him. He couldn’t go back to what he was before whether he wanted to or not. He only had to move forward. Whatever that entailed, he wouldn’t be that individual without those early influences and early involvements. Arthur watched the capital as she processed his request and was honestly a bit shocked to see that she seemed ready to accept his offer so quickly. Nevertheless, he thought her voiced condition was reasonable and it probably was one that any other would make in her place. ”I promise… “ He knew that he didn’t have anything to really offer her to cement this promise other than his word. He was sure that fickle promises had been made to her as often as they had been made to him. Currently, Arthur only ever had his word and never went back on it… but of course, she wouldn’t know that, since this is essentially their first time meeting together. The other moments had been against Arthur’s will and more on Rome’s and France’s terms. ”All I can give you is my word… and I know that’s not much at the moment, but please except it for what it is…” Arthur said, a small, sad smile forming over his lips. ”I've never abandoned anyone that I’ve freely given my word to.” Wessex after all had been torn from his battle-stained fingers. It was a capital that he had never given up—simply destroyed by another. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: london/cal WORDS: 634. NOTES: X3 CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Every other touch runs as cold as ice If I get too close I may pay the price But I remember you Now, it might seem hasty for her to take him up on his offer, but if he was willing to promise not to leave her, then why not? Though he did have to do that because otherwise how could she know he wouldn’t decide to just leave her. Then again, she did suppose he could probably just lie, but was hoping that he wouldn’t. She really could always just attach herself to him to make sure, but was pretty sure he might not like that. Wouldn’t stop her from doing so sometimes, but she would at least try. The girl wouldn’t be able to help herself after the number of times she’s been left. Was not being alone anymore that much to ask? She didn’t think it was, and so that was just what she was asking for. Abbey had found that she didn’t like being alone, and very much preferred having someone with her to at least talk to if nothing else. Thus, while she wasn’t particularly all that fond of the nation in front of her, she’d accept his offer and see how it went. After all, she did still hold a grudge from when they were children and he just up and left like a brat because she lived in Rome’s house. Technically, he was a product of Rome too by extension, but apparently he didn’t see it that way, nope just she was, and thus wasn’t good enough for him. She heard him say that it was more common than not that people got mocked for being upset, and she sighed slightly. If only things didn’t have to be that way, she wished people could show their emotions and not be horrifically mocked for it. Being mocked for your emotions did nothing but make you hate anyway, is that what they wanted? Did they just want you to hate the world as much as they did? So much for peace and love if that was the case. Hearing his statement she smiled slightly. ”I’m not sure about that. Isn’t it the ones that know what it’s like that mock the loudest? If only because this time it’s not them that has had everything taken, or because they did the taking.” she said with a hint of sadness. People did to others what commonly was done to them it seemed, and so the cycle continued forever with no visible end. Abbey just wanted the cycle to end, to be wanted by someone and have them not mock her for existing as she was. Then he said that he promised he wouldn’t leave her. ”Really?” she asked almost sounding surprised. She honestly wasn’t sure if he would agree to her terms because it meant he’d have to deal with her forever when he hardly knew her. Well, she hardly knew him too, so saying he promised really didn’t mean all that much now did it? Then he seemed to explain that he had never gone back on his word, and he had never abandoned anyone he had given his word to.”My human name is Abbey….what’s yours?” she asked him curiously. They couldn’t very well go around calling one another by their location name in public. Well, she did suppose London could probably be a name really, but England not so much. ”So…where are we going to live?” she asked him simply with a slight smile. They might as well get these things out of the way now rather than trying to go about it later when they weren’t sure how to bring such things up. After all, while they were being civil and talking now, that might not last through the entire day depending on how it went. It was always hard to tell how things would go even with first impressions aside. words:635 / tag:Rye/ Arthur / Emilie Autumn - Remember/notes: woo progress/ London year 1154 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/111-2.png);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]BROKEN HUMANITY[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]WITH RESTLESS HEARTS AND TROUBLED MINDS WE REALISE THIS FALLEN WORLD DOESN’T SEEM QUITE RIGHT SOMEWHERE NEAR THE DAWN OF TIME WE LOST OUR PARADISE BROKEN HUMANITY A SHADOW OF WHAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Arthur could understand Abbey’s line of thought if he was aware of what she was thinking. He probably would have done the same… well, that might have depended on who it was that was making the offer. But perhaps taking up on a promise by an individual that had yet to promise something was reasonable. Loneliness was a strong motivator. No one wanted to be alone. And everyone wanted to be loved—in any sense of the word. Though it wasn't often, Arthur had felt traces of love in the past whenever his brothers were kind to him. That certainly wasn’t prevalent. They were warm, bright moments that had burned into his memory—dulling the other terrible moments that he had lived through. The nation certainly did not see himself as a product of Rome and he never would. He was there before the old empire had touched his shores. He had been known as Albion then… the oldest name that he had ever owned. It was probably the first that he had ever been given. Before he could reminisce further, Arthur shook those dusty memories away… remembering the past only made everything feel worse in the long run… at least for him. He wanted to remove every last reminder of Rome, like wiping sticky grime from his skin. But no matter how hard he tried to clear it away, he only felt more tainted. Arthur was commonly pushed around and mocked for the smallest things when he was younger—he was a bit surprised that this simple, common fact of life seemed like a bit of revelation to the city. Yet, he had to remember that she was younger than him… So instead, he only nodded slightly, his stoic gaze fixed ahead. Arthur paused at Abbey’s statement about those that were mocked were the worst offenders by repeating the atrocities done to them. It made an odd amount of sense. The more he thought it, the more he realised that she was probably right. He still couldn’t see the glamour in beating someone that had already fallen. Even if he had been a victim of it in the past... If he were an older brother, he was sure that he’d be nothing like his fucked up family… God—brothers… He hated that term of familiarity. ”You’re right… Perhaps I’d just prefer not to repeat their filth.” ”Really,” he reiterated her question with an affirmation. ”Arthur…” he spoke a moment after she gave him her name. His cheeks reddened in the slightest—giving his name always felt weirdly intimate somehow. Those sorts of greetings were awkward for Arthur whenever interacting with their kind. He was quickly broken free from his discomfiture when she asked where they were going to live. Sighing slightly, his suddenly irritated gaze was upon the structures that France had built. Might as well get used to the damned things... They’ll probably be around for several more centuries. More’s the pity that they have such nasty memories attached to them. ”I suppose somewhere around here. It’ll take a bit of work… but we’ll start something manageable.” England was determined to remove the reminders that France had left behind. The bastard had (somewhat) failed to infiltrate his language. England was determined make everything his own again. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: london/cal WORDS: 529. NOTES: X3 CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Every other touch runs as cold as ice If I get too close I may pay the price But I remember you Abbey wasn’t sure exactly how her and England were going to work together, but she would certainly at least give it a try. Fighting between them was probably going to be a given with their slightly opposing personalities, and they would just have to work through them. She just hoped that they could, and that she wouldn’t be left on her own again. If he kept his promise then she wouldn’t be, but how much of a promise did she really trust? He was almost a stranger to her, and so for all she knew he could either be blatantly lying to her, or just not keep his promises usually. She’d have to give a bit of wary trust though for now until she was sure. The girl wasn’t stupid, she had trusted others before and that hadn’t exactly worked out for the best, and so she’d be a bit more cautious this time. Or, well, she would at least try to be more cautious about it. Thus, she didn’t actually trust him to keep his word currently, but she’d at least be as polite as she could be towards him, because not everyone continued to be how they were as a kid. People did change, that was just a fact, and she was hoping this second chance would be better than the first experience she had with him. She gave him a slight smile when he commented on how he didn’t want to repeat what others had done by mocking those who were down or had everything taken from them. Well, at least that showed he did have some good in him if nothing else. That he really could be nice, but then again she felt everyone really did have the capacity to be nice, it was just a matter of if they actually put fort the effort to do so or not. Most didn’t, but then again she wasn’t always nice herself. The girl could be quite rude if she wanted to be, or didn’t like someone. She did try to be polite, but usually it didn’t quite come off that way if she was annoyed with someone. Ah well, sometimes some harsh words were what was needed to get the point across, and she wasn’t one for really dancing around a subject. Completely avoiding it maybe, but just dancing around the point wasn’t really her thing. If she was going to say something then she was going to be honest about it. It seemed that he really was agreeing to her terms though and so she smiled at him slightly. ”Okay Arthur.” she said with a smile after he gave her his human name and saw him blushing slightly. It was actually kind of cute in a way and she found herself giggling a bit. Then he answered her next question and she pondered his answer a bit. The capital moved to stand next to him and reached over to lace her fingers with his before giving him a smile. ”Well, I guess we better get started then.” she said simply. ---- END! words:516 / tag:Rye/ Arthur / Emilie Autumn - Remember/notes: woo progress/ London year 1154 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com