Goroth Dei Venn: ::The man strolled in, his demeanor was one of a man who knew he was higher ranked than any lowly peon who
might be lurking in this filthy dive. His garb was immaculate black slacks and a black silk button up sirt, with matched suede boots that
made no sound as he walked. glittering dusky eyes roamed the inn as though he were lookin gover mere livestock, and stopped as they
came to rest on Arya. His lips curved up in a thin smile, and he slowly sauntered toward her. his voice was a hushed hiss::
Goroth Dei Venn: Ah, my little songbird, no singing today' You seem as though your wings have been clipped. tell me, where is your bosom companion, Hm' Does he not guard you during the day anymore"
Mydnyght: ::She stiffened hearing his voice behind her and she did not turn to look at him. she knew who it was, and did not make to run, nor start a row:: He...has another...::Barely audible::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He cuckled:: Let me guess...he won you over, did he not' ::Eyeing her lithe body appraisingly:: I do not blame him for doing so. Tell me, did he say he loved you? ::He sounded amused at her pain, he knew what had transpired and was tormenting her.:: I told you...There is only me. You should never have left, Arya.... Mydnyght: ::She was clutching a small silver pendant, the one Lite had given her. With trembling hands she clutched it tightly and spoke:: You did not care either, why does it suit you now to inquire after my feelings" ::she knew he was baiting her, and was trying to stay calm, quiet::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::His tone was all mock hurt:: My dear, sweet Arya! How can you accuse me so coldly of not caring" did I not clothe and feed you your whole life through' Did I not give you shelter" I think you'll find if you think hard on it, I have done nothing but care for you. And your repay my kindness By running away. ::He clicked his tongue:: Not very grateful, my dear.. Mydnyght: You kept me chained and collared. ::Quietly, anger in her low voice:: You call that caring"
Goroth Dei Venn: For your own protection, my dear! And...after all, it is I who has come to you now...when the man you thought loved you...the man who..::Smirking:: deflowered you, has gone. I can tell by the way you hold yourself he has given you cause to mourn....all in a few short weeks...he must be very convincing if he pursuaded you to submit to his desires. And what has it gotten you? Nothing but heartache. ::He knew his words would strike deep in her, like a dagger:: Mydnyght: ::She did not speak, did not look up. Her cheeks burned like fire, as feelings of being a fool and angry, and hurt, oh yes hurt, welled silently up inside of her. A great ache within her chest that made it hard to breathe.::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He bent to whisper in her ear:: It is I who has always been here, always at your heels. I have watched you in the night in the long hours you thought you were alone. Always a breath behind you, and here now, even as he is not. Come home with me Arya...back where you belong....Your place is with me. ::somehow though he did not make it sound unpleasant, it did not sound like the offer a gentleman would make.
Mydnyght: ::She squeezed her eyes closed, still silent. The life of a slave....but there would be no wondering were her next meal would come from, not nights in the cold rain. but she could not bring herself to acquiese. She still fingered the pendant Lite had given her, tears streaking hot down her cheeks. She was miserable::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He seemed to sense his advantage and pressed it mercilessly. He knelt, and his hands take hers, and gently, he pries the pendant from her fingers:: Leave behind his memory...he has givin you nothing but misery...::softly, convincingly:: Come home, Arya
Mydnyght: ::she allowed him to remove from her grip the last thing she had to remember Lite by, somehow bidding him a farewell as she sat still in her seat, silent as ever::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He dropped the piece of jewelery on the floor of the hearth, and took her hand guiding her up, and to the door, his was a smile of victory. Lite had inadvertently done him a favor. The man had broken Arya's spirit in a way he himself could not, by breaking her tender young heart. He perceived her as hopeless, and those without hope, were easy to control:: Mydnyght: ::She allowed herself to be led out, like a child who had disobeyed it's mother, she gave no resistance, made no sound. The battle it seemed, was over before it had begun::
Goroth Dei Venn: Ah, my little songbird, no singing today' You seem as though your wings have been clipped. tell me, where is your bosom companion, Hm' Does he not guard you during the day anymore"
Mydnyght: ::She stiffened hearing his voice behind her and she did not turn to look at him. she knew who it was, and did not make to run, nor start a row:: He...has another...::Barely audible::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He cuckled:: Let me guess...he won you over, did he not' ::Eyeing her lithe body appraisingly:: I do not blame him for doing so. Tell me, did he say he loved you? ::He sounded amused at her pain, he knew what had transpired and was tormenting her.:: I told you...There is only me. You should never have left, Arya.... Mydnyght: ::She was clutching a small silver pendant, the one Lite had given her. With trembling hands she clutched it tightly and spoke:: You did not care either, why does it suit you now to inquire after my feelings" ::she knew he was baiting her, and was trying to stay calm, quiet::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::His tone was all mock hurt:: My dear, sweet Arya! How can you accuse me so coldly of not caring" did I not clothe and feed you your whole life through' Did I not give you shelter" I think you'll find if you think hard on it, I have done nothing but care for you. And your repay my kindness By running away. ::He clicked his tongue:: Not very grateful, my dear.. Mydnyght: You kept me chained and collared. ::Quietly, anger in her low voice:: You call that caring"
Goroth Dei Venn: For your own protection, my dear! And...after all, it is I who has come to you now...when the man you thought loved you...the man who..::Smirking:: deflowered you, has gone. I can tell by the way you hold yourself he has given you cause to mourn....all in a few short weeks...he must be very convincing if he pursuaded you to submit to his desires. And what has it gotten you? Nothing but heartache. ::He knew his words would strike deep in her, like a dagger:: Mydnyght: ::She did not speak, did not look up. Her cheeks burned like fire, as feelings of being a fool and angry, and hurt, oh yes hurt, welled silently up inside of her. A great ache within her chest that made it hard to breathe.::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He bent to whisper in her ear:: It is I who has always been here, always at your heels. I have watched you in the night in the long hours you thought you were alone. Always a breath behind you, and here now, even as he is not. Come home with me Arya...back where you belong....Your place is with me. ::somehow though he did not make it sound unpleasant, it did not sound like the offer a gentleman would make.
Mydnyght: ::She squeezed her eyes closed, still silent. The life of a slave....but there would be no wondering were her next meal would come from, not nights in the cold rain. but she could not bring herself to acquiese. She still fingered the pendant Lite had given her, tears streaking hot down her cheeks. She was miserable::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He seemed to sense his advantage and pressed it mercilessly. He knelt, and his hands take hers, and gently, he pries the pendant from her fingers:: Leave behind his memory...he has givin you nothing but misery...::softly, convincingly:: Come home, Arya
Mydnyght: ::she allowed him to remove from her grip the last thing she had to remember Lite by, somehow bidding him a farewell as she sat still in her seat, silent as ever::
Goroth Dei Venn: ::He dropped the piece of jewelery on the floor of the hearth, and took her hand guiding her up, and to the door, his was a smile of victory. Lite had inadvertently done him a favor. The man had broken Arya's spirit in a way he himself could not, by breaking her tender young heart. He perceived her as hopeless, and those without hope, were easy to control:: Mydnyght: ::She allowed herself to be led out, like a child who had disobeyed it's mother, she gave no resistance, made no sound. The battle it seemed, was over before it had begun::