"Uhh. . ." Temptation gulps. "I. . ." He scans the village street. Pushcarts, stalls, and wagons were overturned by the stampede of panicking bovines, spilling fruits, vegetables, and leftover sandwiches everywhere on the cobblestones. Only a few cows are left running about the street, with some slowing. People are still running away, while others are hopping clumsily about trying to catch the straying cows. A few more are trying to get their skittish horses under control. Temptation thinks fast. "The town guards will probably be here any minute. I can't be here when they do." "But--" "We need to go. Come on!" Temptation snatches Joy's hand and begins running down an alley. Joy protests indignantly. "But Luke-- wait, stop! Where are we going?! Luke!" They keep running, with him half-dragging her along. They reach the outskirts of town and duck into the surrounding forest, skirting tall pines trees and thorny bushes. All the while Joy is sputtering and demanding for an explanation, confused and frustrated by her companion's evasion. She grips her sword clumsily now, not having time to stop and sheathe it. Despite her loud questions and exclamations, Temptation doesn't answer. His heart is hammering too hard, he's too confused -- they just have to get away, get away in case more of those men come, get away before-- "Luke!" Joy finally wrenches her hand from his. Temptation stumbles to an awkward stop and whirls around to face her. Her chest is heaving for breath. Her light-colored hair is slightly tangly and wild. She stares at him, and defiance makes her pretty features harden. "I'm not going another step," She says gently, but firmly. "Until you answer my question." Her voice rings strangely in the small forest glade they find themselves standing in. After the outrageous hubbub and confusion of the town square, it is slightly disconcerting for them to find themselves in such a quiet place. This quietness is lengthened awkwardly by Temptation's hesitation. He feels sick -- sick to his stomach, and his heart is still pounding. ". . . W-who told you I was Temptation?" She holds his gaze. "Just answer the question. Please."
This one gets to me for some odd reason. Very poignant.
"Uhh. . ." Temptation gulps. "I. . ." He scans the village street. Pushcarts, stalls, and wagons were overturned by the stampede of panicking bovines, spilling fruits, vegetables, and leftover sandwiches everywhere on the cobblestones. Only a few cows are left running about the street, with some slowing. People are still running away, while others are hopping clumsily about trying to catch the straying cows. A few more are trying to get their skittish horses under control. Temptation thinks fast. "The town guards will probably be here any minute. I can't be here when they do." "But--" "We need to go. Come on!" Temptation snatches Joy's hand and begins running down an alley. Joy protests indignantly. "But Luke-- wait, stop! Where are we going?! Luke!" They keep running, with him half-dragging her along. They reach the outskirts of town and duck into the surrounding forest, skirting tall pines trees and thorny bushes. All the while Joy is sputtering and demanding for an explanation, confused and frustrated by her companion's evasion. She grips her sword clumsily now, not having time to stop and sheathe it. Despite her loud questions and exclamations, Temptation doesn't answer. His heart is hammering too hard, he's too confused -- they just have to get away, get away in case more of those men come, get away before-- "Luke!" Joy finally wrenches her hand from his. Temptation stumbles to an awkward stop and whirls around to face her. Her chest is heaving for breath. Her light-colored hair is slightly tangly and wild. She stares at him, and defiance makes her pretty features harden. "I'm not going another step," She says gently, but firmly. "Until you answer my question." Her voice rings strangely in the small forest glade they find themselves standing in. After the outrageous hubbub and confusion of the town square, it is slightly disconcerting for them to find themselves in such a quiet place. This quietness is lengthened awkwardly by Temptation's hesitation. He feels sick -- sick to his stomach, and his heart is still pounding. ". . . W-who told you I was Temptation?" She holds his gaze. "Just answer the question. Please."
This one gets to me for some odd reason. Very poignant.
*doesn't notice Lolimon behind them in the shadows*
Non-canon narrator: The fact that she noted not noticing him in her action stars lead Lolimon to believe that she had, in fact, noticed him, but had chosen to ignore him - a rather "business as usual" response from girls...
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Sorry for the lack of new story parts! It's been another busy school week for me. I also want to make sure I get this next part just right since we're in what I believe to be the most important chapter of the story. Thanks for your patience!
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(did I really just do that!WHY?XD)
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