I was just scribbling, when thoughts sipped into my tiny head... and I got this idea and well... I couldn't take it out since then...so here....(sigh) umm and yeah ! it's my first time to ever write one with continuations...hope it goes alright...or at least half as decent...
Julianne? …No…
It was in utter sorrow and dismay that the huntress whispered the name of the one she loved…they were supposed to meet at the pub in Prontera to celebrate their 7th anniversary… it's not that they already married each other, but to Aseline… it had been her one joy to be with this guy… her chest throbbed in anguish and her face was wet now… as she left his former cherished one with an absolutely beautiful assassin…
" I have to go my queen, I have something to tend to."
" Come back for me, my sweet prince…!"
" It'd just be quick…it's almost absolutely unnecessary…."
"Just at the bridge, I'll see you …ok?"
Her heart broke once more, the two that was already made was fragile enough…and then yet it tore to even smaller pieces… she sobbed once more…hiding it and going to the pub. Not really knowing what she'll do…
" Hey there Aseline…!"
No response, she sat there with her back to the guy. Her beautiful lustrous crimson hair flowing freely, to say the least, Aseline Gestalt was absolutely breathtaking… with curly long lashes and a doll like pair of rosy cheeks. A pale complexion that glowed especially in the evening....
" I know about it…"
She said stronger than one might have though possible for one in her condition
" You know about what…?"
Julianne, also a hunter, tensely asked and sat down…his silver hair a bit messy and then she stared at him with the saddest amethyst colored eyes…
" Don't hide it Julianne…"
"…You know about that…."
He came forward now and extended his arms to enclose her into a hug, but she roughly shoved it off and stood at one exquisite movement…
" I will not be a notch in your DAMNED BED!! I WILL NOT BE ONE OF YOUR AWARDS YOU DAMNED SAVAGE!! I…I GAVE MY EVERYTHING TO YOU!!!…I ….I gave everything…"
She stood there sobbing endlessly and angered at the hunter in front of her… angered at the world of men… how they were… she ran off with her bow and falcon…her glistening white suit flashed… she stormed off…no one knew where… whispers came from the crowd as the guy was left there humiliated and at the same time confused….
"Why don't you even run after her?"
A cold voice said from one of the tables
" YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING HOW DARE YOU EVEN INTERFERE!!"
" I think I know more than you do! I at least have RESPECT for others and MYSELF"
It was an assassin that stood there, tall and with his eyes blindfolded… it was Xaph, a well-known assassin of such rank in the whole of Midgard…and respected by the king himself.
"SO ASSASSINS can speak, I thought they just get a scent and kill…"
"Pity you, you don't even know how to insult someone!"
Xaphleft with that and ran off to the snow…quickly fading away as the hunter brush his coat trying to maintain some dignity. And finally he went out of the pub and went to Aseline's sister ...forgetting about his own rendezvous...
I don't even have a title...hmm...doesn't matter right now....does it? hmm and umm...expect a sadistic schizophrenic priest in the next chapter!Bwahaha ! I'll go play Ragna now...Weeeeee !! :p