Hey there, thanx for the reviews Danny and Vella, they keep me going with
this story ^_^ but to anyone else out there reading it who hasn't reviewed
yet, please do, I appreciate it a lot (
Danny: umm.what exactly is a Mary Sue? Is it like a goody-goody or something? Not sure, but I hope you like the personality of my *arches eyebrow dangerously and puts on thick Russian accent* mysterious new character.
Btw, please can you guys come up with some good names for two male daemons? (Elaine's and Mary's) I'm really stuck for names at the moment (, so any help with that would be great. Anyways, you're going to have to put gaffer tape round my mouth with the way I keep babbling, so I'd better continue with the story before you have to take such drastic measures ^_~
Oh yeah. *points down* pretty lines, no? ^_^
//= Daemon's thoughts += People's thoughts ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------
She could touch her daemon. The words wouldn't stop echoing around his mind. Why hadn't he thought it possible, that there would be others who could do that? Whatever the reason for her being able to touch her soul that way, he knew he had to find her, stop her, talk to her.
And so he ran. In the time it had taken for his body to take control over his mind, which was still in shock, the girl was already five minutes away.
'Stop!' his cry rang out through the still, gloomy night. 'please, stop. May I speak to you?'
the girl turned around, her glossy hair framing her face, which held a curious look.
'did you ask me to stop, boy?' she said in a soft voice. It made him want to forget all of his worries, just to bask in the warmth that it gave off.
She seemed to realise this too, and said 'boy! What is it?' in a clipped, precise tone, snapping Will out of his reverie. Something about her clipped tone grated on his nerves, making him immediately angry.
'firstly, I am not boy. You have no right to call me that when you're probably the same age as me! I have a name. It's Will. And secondly..
+oh no, what am I going to do? What am I supposed to say now? +
umm.secondly..is this yours?' he asked, desperately tugging a bracelet out of his jacket pocket.
//will!// Kirjava protested. // That's what Lyra gave us, remember? How can you just give it away? //
'I believe it isn't.' said the girl, amusement playing in her dark green eyes. Although if you wish it, William Parry, I shall return it to Lyra for you. Is she not the one who owns it?' her voice was once again soft, but the words that she had spoken shocked him out of his daze.
Before he could say anything, she continued 'and I too, have a name. Gabrielle. You may call me by that, Will.'
'What.how do you know? How do you know about Lyra.and me.everything? HOW?'
He was holding her by the shoulders, shaking her without even realising it. He couldn't believe that there was anyone else out there who even DARED to know of what he had shared with her. Kirjava was doing her best to snarl and his at the black cat, who merely sat unruffled on his human's shoulder.'
It didn't seem to bother Gabrielle. She merely stood there until he had stopped, and then carefully checked her shoulders for bruises, completely ignoring him. Finally, she turned to face him and said
'Wouldn't you like to know, William?'
a smile was playing over her face again, but before Will could interrupt with another angry comment, she said
'Think rationally, Will. You are standing here, in the middle of a cold December night, soaked to the bone and about to catch a cold if you haven't caught one already. And, dare I say it, you're not exactly in the best part of town either. So listen to me fully. You and I, we need to talk. But I suggest that instead of getting into a fight on the streets as you seem well inclined to do, that we go somewhere else. And, conveniently, I happen to have an apartment in one of the better areas of London. If you come now, we can finish off our discussion before your mother and Mary have the chance to get worried. So why don't you accompany me there, and we can talk rationally instead of passionately? If you do wish to come, I will answer your questions as fully as I can. If not, then don't expect to see me ever again. Think on it for a few minutes with Kirjava, when she can kindly stop trying to attack my daemon, but that's all I'm giving you. OK?'
'yes.' Will managed to whisper through chattering teeth. Gabrielle was right. It was bitterly cold, and that fact was only just catching up with him.
+but how do we know it isn'tsome kind of trap. That she doesn't want to hurt us?+
//we don't//
+I suppose we have no choice?+
//it depends, Will, on whether we can go for the rest of our life without finding out if she knows something that we want to know. Maybe something about Lyra, or even Pan'//
the voice of her thoughts seemed to crack with the last word, and it made Will realise, finally, just how much pain Kirjava was going through at the loss of Pan.
+it's worth the risk+
//yes//
and with that quiet reassurance, he turned to face Gabrielle again.
'yes.'
'I knew you'd come to that conclusion, somehow. So much like your father'
but as they left, Will couldn't help thinking
+curiosity killed the cat+ and his stomach turned to lead as he looked at Kirjava, her face so full of hope once again.
Mwahahahaha! Yes, I know I'm evil. Yes I know it's short, but I think I prefer to do it in lots of good short bits than boring prolonged chapters. Did you like it? Please review. And think of Daemons names, please? Gabrielle might get a bit less weird as the story progresses, but I can't make any promises^_~
Spoilers --- -- - Elaine and Mary have a secret that they are planning to tell Will when he comes home, but as it turns out, he has many more that have been revealed. And what excalt does Gabrielle tell him? And who is she anyway?
Can't make any promises on the last question, but please stay tuned (
Danny: umm.what exactly is a Mary Sue? Is it like a goody-goody or something? Not sure, but I hope you like the personality of my *arches eyebrow dangerously and puts on thick Russian accent* mysterious new character.
Btw, please can you guys come up with some good names for two male daemons? (Elaine's and Mary's) I'm really stuck for names at the moment (, so any help with that would be great. Anyways, you're going to have to put gaffer tape round my mouth with the way I keep babbling, so I'd better continue with the story before you have to take such drastic measures ^_~
Oh yeah. *points down* pretty lines, no? ^_^
//= Daemon's thoughts += People's thoughts ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------
She could touch her daemon. The words wouldn't stop echoing around his mind. Why hadn't he thought it possible, that there would be others who could do that? Whatever the reason for her being able to touch her soul that way, he knew he had to find her, stop her, talk to her.
And so he ran. In the time it had taken for his body to take control over his mind, which was still in shock, the girl was already five minutes away.
'Stop!' his cry rang out through the still, gloomy night. 'please, stop. May I speak to you?'
the girl turned around, her glossy hair framing her face, which held a curious look.
'did you ask me to stop, boy?' she said in a soft voice. It made him want to forget all of his worries, just to bask in the warmth that it gave off.
She seemed to realise this too, and said 'boy! What is it?' in a clipped, precise tone, snapping Will out of his reverie. Something about her clipped tone grated on his nerves, making him immediately angry.
'firstly, I am not boy. You have no right to call me that when you're probably the same age as me! I have a name. It's Will. And secondly..
+oh no, what am I going to do? What am I supposed to say now? +
umm.secondly..is this yours?' he asked, desperately tugging a bracelet out of his jacket pocket.
//will!// Kirjava protested. // That's what Lyra gave us, remember? How can you just give it away? //
'I believe it isn't.' said the girl, amusement playing in her dark green eyes. Although if you wish it, William Parry, I shall return it to Lyra for you. Is she not the one who owns it?' her voice was once again soft, but the words that she had spoken shocked him out of his daze.
Before he could say anything, she continued 'and I too, have a name. Gabrielle. You may call me by that, Will.'
'What.how do you know? How do you know about Lyra.and me.everything? HOW?'
He was holding her by the shoulders, shaking her without even realising it. He couldn't believe that there was anyone else out there who even DARED to know of what he had shared with her. Kirjava was doing her best to snarl and his at the black cat, who merely sat unruffled on his human's shoulder.'
It didn't seem to bother Gabrielle. She merely stood there until he had stopped, and then carefully checked her shoulders for bruises, completely ignoring him. Finally, she turned to face him and said
'Wouldn't you like to know, William?'
a smile was playing over her face again, but before Will could interrupt with another angry comment, she said
'Think rationally, Will. You are standing here, in the middle of a cold December night, soaked to the bone and about to catch a cold if you haven't caught one already. And, dare I say it, you're not exactly in the best part of town either. So listen to me fully. You and I, we need to talk. But I suggest that instead of getting into a fight on the streets as you seem well inclined to do, that we go somewhere else. And, conveniently, I happen to have an apartment in one of the better areas of London. If you come now, we can finish off our discussion before your mother and Mary have the chance to get worried. So why don't you accompany me there, and we can talk rationally instead of passionately? If you do wish to come, I will answer your questions as fully as I can. If not, then don't expect to see me ever again. Think on it for a few minutes with Kirjava, when she can kindly stop trying to attack my daemon, but that's all I'm giving you. OK?'
'yes.' Will managed to whisper through chattering teeth. Gabrielle was right. It was bitterly cold, and that fact was only just catching up with him.
+but how do we know it isn'tsome kind of trap. That she doesn't want to hurt us?+
//we don't//
+I suppose we have no choice?+
//it depends, Will, on whether we can go for the rest of our life without finding out if she knows something that we want to know. Maybe something about Lyra, or even Pan'//
the voice of her thoughts seemed to crack with the last word, and it made Will realise, finally, just how much pain Kirjava was going through at the loss of Pan.
+it's worth the risk+
//yes//
and with that quiet reassurance, he turned to face Gabrielle again.
'yes.'
'I knew you'd come to that conclusion, somehow. So much like your father'
but as they left, Will couldn't help thinking
+curiosity killed the cat+ and his stomach turned to lead as he looked at Kirjava, her face so full of hope once again.
Mwahahahaha! Yes, I know I'm evil. Yes I know it's short, but I think I prefer to do it in lots of good short bits than boring prolonged chapters. Did you like it? Please review. And think of Daemons names, please? Gabrielle might get a bit less weird as the story progresses, but I can't make any promises^_~
Spoilers --- -- - Elaine and Mary have a secret that they are planning to tell Will when he comes home, but as it turns out, he has many more that have been revealed. And what excalt does Gabrielle tell him? And who is she anyway?
Can't make any promises on the last question, but please stay tuned (