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Fantasy The Dark Side of the Moon

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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
Calming, she rested under his cloak as his mind drifted off. She didn’t respond immediately, only speaking after he began thinking about her. He smirked a little, then turned his head back. He still couldn’t see her, but he knew where she was.

“Hey... why are you scared all of a sudden?” he spoke gently to her, thinking positive things at her to see if she would be more open.
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That wasn't exactly an unusual question, considering she had just been acting completely different for a short time moments ago. Some people had asked before over the years, not exactly about crowds, her fears, but more so over her behavior. Then again he had hardly seen her as most did, where she maintained the child for far longer, playful and flitting between the situation. She had been more serious, voicing more of her thoughts. It seemed like the better plan.

"I can't tell you here." She answered softly, simply. In this place with so many other people, anyone could have possibly been listening. These weren't words she could share among others, but more a private matter.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" Just not here.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He rolled his eyes, finishing his first drink. He started on her’s after mumbling. “Alright, if you say so Princess...” He drank quietly until he was finished. Reaching behind him, he grabbed her butt through his cloak and snickered.

“You wanna get out of here?~” He teased her, not really caring.
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She continued to let him drink in quiet then, not wanting to disturb whatever comfortable peace they were finding right now. That was until he suddenly grabbed her butt, resulting in her jumping slightly in surprise with another startled 'eep!', not having expected that in the slightest. After all that wasn't the type of thing with an emotional trigger.

"Oh, okay, where do you want to go?" Ever so slowly she would start extracting herself from her position, pulling her hands, arms, out from around him, slipping out from under his shirt, cloak, to stand next to him again. Not commenting, complaining, about his grabbing her butt, instead she seemed relatively indifferent to that particular action. Well, beyond her initial shock.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
The ‘eep’ was expected, though it still made him laugh, the cute sound setting he had already gotten accustomed to. In fact, he was growing fond of her being around, even if she did annoy the heck out of him. She listened when he spoke and understood him better than anyone else.... for some unknown reason. He was finding himself liking her more and more every moment.

“Where to go... oh I know. Come on, follow-“ She untangled from his clothing and stood beside him. Kissing her forehead, he laughed again. “-this way.” Taking her hand, he led her out.

They reached the horse, who had waited patiently the whole time, and he put her on it without asking. Climbing in behind her, they were soon riding through the town. The castle grew a little smaller as they traveled, the town stopping before they did. The horse came to rest about a mile outside of the town, in this open area surrounded by trees. They could see the palace and the town sitting neatly next to each other in the near distance.

“Here we go.” Hopping down, he laid in the grass and sighed.
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He was strange, even stranger than she was, as far as she was concerned. The kiss to her forehead sent a splash of color running through her cheek, not expecting anything like that considering how frequently she had been annoying him. The many times he stated he disliked her, or didn't care. It was a strange set of events overall.

Along the ride the brunette would be quiet, seemingly comfortable with the whole thing as they left the town behind. It was easier now, at least a bit, the grounding helping, the time of night helping. It was even easier to breath once they left the town, settling outside of it as he laid in the grass.

"I've never been this far out before." She's left a little bit before, in those few carriage rides, but never that far out. Never this far out either. It was kind of exciting, and it wouldn't take her long to sit down next to him.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“I figured. You’re the ‘You will never ever ever leave this place’ kind of Royal aren’t you? Your parents think you’re too small? Too untrustworthy?” He laid back in the grass, sliding his hands under the back of his head. His grey eyes wandered across the dark sky, tracing the visible constellations with the movement.

The night sky shone down on him welcomingly, the forest around shifting slightly as if to say “It’s been a while.” Orion had lived in this place at one point, and this particular part of the kingdom he liked most. He knew the town well, but had never been inside the castle before that night. It didn’t natter to him, that fancy place and those fancy people. He only cared about himself. Whatever helped him most was what he liked most. The castle had never helped him...
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It took a moment before she would answer, a moment spent quietly as she pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head on them, while she stared out towards the settlement. It was pretty at night, from out here, as was the castle. In a way it all looked so small from over here, an interesting fact...

"Not parents, my mom. I have trouble in crowds, which is another reason I get kicked out of parties, though not one I usually mention." Which he had probably noticed when she got a bit antsy in the bar, hiding as she had, holding onto him as she had. "Whenever we tried to leave when I was younger it was much worse and we always went back, so, mother figured it best that I just remain at home."

Which was probably just going to feed into him wondering what was up with her, which wasn't something she really talked about...
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“No dad, huh? Looks like we have something in common. Eh. He’s probably out there somewhere. Not anywhere I know of... or even care about really.” Chuckling at her, he turned his head to the side and looked at her. “Yeah I figured it was something like that, you weren’t doing well in that tavern. Disappointing, really. I didn’t get you to meet any of my pals. They’ve lived here longer than you have.”

He looked over her as her focus was elsewhere. She was small, slim, her hair a chocolatey kind of color, and very wavy. Her eyes were silver, like his but sharp and distinct, like her personality. Now the different parts of her personality were far from distinct, but she was far more different than any other person he had ever met, and he had met a lot of people. So many people had secrets and motives, it was his job to find them out, and he did. But with Isabella it was as if secrets were just sticking to him, unable to pull off like some weird glue. All of her was weird, but at the moment he was too tired to care.

“Why do you keep asking me all these questions? I don’t get it... you don’t know me. You don’t care, at least you shouldn’t. I was going to hurt you after all.”

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Like his, her head would tilt ever so slightly to face him, still settled on her knees, as she listened to him speak. A little frown of all things settling in at one portion, the fact that he was disappointed. She could have stayed there longer, met his friends, as long as she was able to hold onto him it would have been okay. Her mother, others, her 'grounding' point was inappropriate, it was always stopped. Granted he had tried to stop her, but he failed.

"I could have stayed and met your friends." The brunette stated, though after a beat she wondered why he wanted her to considering the conflict between his words and what she could feel. She knew fully well he didn't dislike her anymore, not exactly anyways. She decided against questioning this, against potentially making him defensive.

"I haven't asked you a question in awhile though, I think the last one I asked was... what your name is. Which you still haven't answered." And in the same way, she hadn't used the name Ash. She wouldn't call him that, in a matter of principles perhaps.

"I've never met someone with as much darkness as you, it's coiled and constricted around... every part of you. It's painful, and scary... More scary than whatever you were going to do to me." Isabella admitted, looking away from him now as she spoke, off towards the town once more. "And I don't know how to help, but I want to."
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“No, you wouldn’t have liked them. They’re different than you, much more different. You wouldn’t have had much fun.” He sat up and pulled his knees closer to himself, leaning over them and leaning on his knees with his arms crossed. Glancing at her, he smirked before turning back to the town before them.

“Orion... just don’t tell anyone alright? I have certain people who would become vulnerable if my name was public knowledge. You’re right though, you’ve been nicer to me, being quiet and calm. Maybe I should keep you under my coat all the time, huh?” Nudging her with a light touch to the shoulder, he shook his head. “I’m joking of course, I wouldn’t make you go back there, that wasn’t fun either. I guess if we meet again I’ll have to find a better place to take you than the tavern. Though if you ever get lonely and it’s during the day, if recommend wearing a dark cloak and heading over there. Riggal is a good man, he’ll listen to you. He’s got a daughter that’s only a few years older than you...”

The way she spoke about was as if he wasn’t just a regular person, but some being who changed as his emotions ebbed and swayed. Right now he was a beast, apparently, a creature choked by darkness and ‘Painful’ to look at. Of course he wondered how she saw that, but he wondered more what she saw. Sometimes when she looked at him she would glance around him like there were little bugs flying around his head or a monster leaning over his shoulder. She ended up looking away as she finished.

“I dont know exactly what you’re talking about, but Ill have you know I don’t need your help. You might know things I don’t want you to, but you don’t know everything. And no, I’m not going to tell you everything either. We’re barely friends, and I just told you my name too. You don’t get to know anymore than that.” He didn’t speak in an angry or snapping way, he just was very serious. He meant every word he said but even felt, after saying it, that might not all be true. Isabella had a way about her that made you want to talk about yourself. Especially when she asked things so deep.
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A new smile ended up forming there after the joke of his cloak, the fact that he had told her his name. It felt a little special, in a way, that he felt comfortable enough with her to tell her his name, the bit of information. How dangerous it could have been for some, obviously she wasn't about to tell his secret to someone else, Isabella was pretty good with secrets after all.

"I can't leave the castle alone... I don't know how I would get back either if you left me out here." That was probably a bit dangerous for her to admit given everything, though she didn't really think he bore her any ill will at this point. Even as he seemed to displeased with some of her words, at least to a degree.

"That's okay, I don't need to know everything." Obviously she wasn't going to stop trying to 'help' him in her way, there wasn't much he could say to stop her from that, but she didn't have to admit that detail.
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“Really?... That’s kinda important you should get yourself a map or something so if you’re ever kidnapped and you escape you can find your way home. Or if you accidentally get locked out and can’t get back in because it’s too late... you should at least know your own kingdom.” He was honestly surprised she didn’t know how to get back. He figured that with all the time she had being alone in the castle that she would have entertained herself with maps at some point.

“No I mean I- I’m not going to tell you anything. Like I said we’re barely friends.” He closed his eyes, but as he said that his finger itches, and he scratched his hand. His nails hit his ring, and he paused for a moment. Eyes opening, he pulled off the ring slowly and looked at her. “Really” he whispered softly to the ring. “But come on... she’s so... weak.” He stared at the ring for a little longer before looking at Isabella. “Uh... here. Take this. You’re just borrowing it.” He held out the ring, clearly hesitant though.
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There would actually be a small giggle from her at that, a funny thought. She was rather amused by the fact that he seemed to think she would have just been lost in the typical sense of the word. As if she couldn't see exactly how to get home from here. It was almost cute in a way, that it could have been so simple.

"No, not like that. I can find my way home, or out of the castle... But I can't handle... everything, its overwhelming when I'm out alone." How could she properly explain the suffocating sensation of having so much otherness coiling, wrapping, around her. Choking the life out of her and making her uncertain of what even existed anymore.

Silver eyes would pass over to him there at that point, when he seemed to say something or other, too quietly for her to easily catch. Said eyes would end up widening a little in surprise as he handed her that ring, not having expected that of course. A curious expression on her face as she wondered the purpose of it...

"I'll take good care of it..."
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“Oh that makes more sense. Cause of your crowd thing I bet. Maybe one day you’ll tell me what causes it.”

He eyes widened as he offered the ring, his hand shaking just a bit as it sat open. The ring was beautiful, a gold band with tiny details all over it and two gems. One on one side was a small sapphire, the one of the other side a small emerald. They fit on the band perfectly, though the emerald was cracked a little. “Tale it before I change my mind.” He snarled softly.
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"You get to have secrets, why can't I~?" Isabella couldn't help but playfully tease, wanting to have a little bit of a fun with the situation. With everything why shouldn't she after all? It was a bit of craziness that lead her out of the castle, a bit of craziness in the tavern... And not a bit out here.

With that it wouldn't take the brunette long before she would go ahead and accept the ring, closing her fingers tightly around it to hold it safely. As if it were something precious, which in a way she was quite sure it was... It only took her a few moments from that before she would practically lunge to tackle hug him. Whatever his reasoning for letting her 'borrow' it, it was a sign of some degree of hope, it was exciting.

"Thank you, Orion~!"
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He cracked a smile an nodded. “Of course princess... we’re barely friends after all.” Her secrecy made him smile, thinking how funny it was she wanted him to spill all of his emotions when she would hide many things from him.

She took the ring, his closing quickly as if he could have grabbed it before she pulled her hand back. Sighing heavily, he looked up to her, only to be tackled in a hug. He laid on the grass, blinking. Finally he frowned, looking down at her. “It’s not a gift moron. You’re borrowing it, and if you lose it, I will trap you in a tavern with tons of people forever...” He closed his eyes. “I mean... I mean... don’t lose it please. It your only ticket to meeting me again.” Even at that moment he wanted to take the ring back, not trusting her at all.
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Of course she knew it wasn't a gift, knew that the ring was only something she was just holding onto for awhile... The brunette knew what the word borrowing meant. Yet still there was a certain degree of trust from him to allow her to even take hold of it. The conflict from him, the concern, there was a certain specialness to it all that made her happy.

"I won't lose it, I promise!" Isabella insisted with confidence, giving him a little squeeze before she sat up on him. Pulling one of the ribbons off of her dress, tearing a bit of a seam in the process. That wasn't the purpose though, looping the ribbon through the ring and knotting it securely before tying that around her neck to ensure that she couldn't possibly drop it.

"See, safe... But how did you know I wanted to meet you again?" That was a new curious thing, maybe he was starting on picking up somethings on her.
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His threat and his Please were net with a quick response, and a kind squeezing to his torso. She sat back, sitting on his stomach, before making a necklace from a ribbon on her dress. The ring soon sat securely around her neck.

He sighed, happy to see that she took this seriously, though less happy that the ring was in plain sight. Her questions stopped him form thinking too hard about it.

“Oh... I don’t know. Didn’t you say something earlier about seeing me again? You sounded sad, like you didn’t think it would happen. Since you stole me away fro the night I missed something... important. So I’ll be staying here a few extra days. I might as well visit you again, especially since you’re borrowing my ring.”
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It didn't take her long to slide off of him then, seeming rather pleased with this turn of events, as if things were settling nicely into place. Tonight felt far more productive than she had originally expected it to be, especially considering had she not come across him... she probably would have just watched them until someone caught her. Then she probably would have been sent properly to her room to sleep until morning... which would have been far less enjoyable than the events that happened.

"Hey, I didn't steal you, you stole me." Isabella accused as she poked lightly at Orion, since the both had dragged each other away from the party. Wondering, then, for a moment what he was actually planning on doing there.

"I should get back to my room though soon before anyone figures out I got all the way out here." The brunette added in, almost sounding a little disappointed. This was so much fun, after all, more than she could think of having done in quite some time.
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He smirked as he looked to her. “Oh really? Then why did we end up in the garden you liked? I mean I’ll admit I took you from the castle but you brought me there.” He laughed a little and sat up.

Looking to the castle, he nodded. “You’re right. It’s time to take you home.” With a whistle his horse had been called over and he jumped on it. He held out his hand to her, looking a lot nicer than the first time they did this.
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The change, shift, throughout the evening had been so exciting, from the moment she had fled the great hall with those tarts, to the moment he helped her back over the wall. It had been such a pleasant rush, a storm of beautiful colors that stayed well after they parted ways. Well beyond the point in which she made it back to her room. A giddy, tingling, sensation had settled into her that carved a smile onto her face that refused to go away, even after she had prepared for and crawled into bed for the evening.

By the next morning the ring would have had a much more stable, safer, home on a silver chain, left specifically in a very hidden nook within her room. It had to be perfectly guarded, protected and secure. It was the only way she knew he would come back, the only way to try and help him. Even if he didn't believe she could, or that he needed it. Isabella didn't doubt for a second that he did.

That very day was spent primarily in a daze, more than anything. Mind flickering from one thing to the next, here, there, all around. She managed to do what she was suppose to do, which was fortunate since otherwise she probably would have been scolded... again. Her sketchpad ended up seeing far more use for the evening when things had grown quieter once again. It was disappointing, for a time, when she saw neither hide nor hair of him that evening.

The following day would be much the same, until the rain started to fall somewhere in the early evening, keeping its track following into the night. Isabella certainly wasn't expecting him to show up in that, no matter how much the rain would help cover an attempt to sneak in, she never would have considered such anyways.
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The ride back to the castle felt short than before, giving him less time to say goodbye to the strange noble girl. Once he had helped her over the wall he went on his way, back to planning.

The next two days passed by for him in a flash, filled with anger, frustrations, and some fighting. He went back to the tavern several times, swinging around the castle less, and hiding in some dark allies once. Nothing that should have happened ended up happening, and Orion has to make a few compromises in order to meet his deadline. After. A lot of unnecessarily hard work, he was on his way out of town... when he noticed his ring was gone. With all the bustle and hustle of the day and a half, he had forgotten almost completely about the girl and his semi-promise. He looked wide and far until he stopped before the castle and it hit him.

It wasn’t long before he was sneaking though the skirts of the palace again, ignoring the wet and cold. He would find his was in through a servant’s door, letting the quiet of the evening and the loud storm cover up him entrance. He looked through some doors before he came to her’s. He looked around, knocking on it loudly once no one else was around.
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Sleep was escaping her, any actual ability to settle down for the night kept disappearing as quickly as it might have settled in. The rain, certainly, wasn't helping. A thing she loved, something she would have been thrilled to run out and play in. Yet she would have been in so much trouble for that, a scolding sure to come her way if anyone figured it out. The nightgown would have surely been a dead giveaway with how soaked it was likely to become. So she refrained, forced herself to remain within the confines of her room.

Drawing was a strong enough distraction, or it was as solid of one as she could easily grasp onto at the moment. Slipping away into another world, another train of thought, would keep her occupied for the night. At least she had wished for it to, but her mind wouldn't stop straying from that man. Which was why he was very prominent on the page of her sketch pad. The angles of his face, the rugged, rough, quality to him that the nobles who surrounded her lacked. The uniqueness.

Her thoughts on that would be cut short, the mess of lines on her page would be thrust out of her mind as silver eyes shot towards the door. Who could that be at this time? She knew she wasn't expecting someone, and surely her mother wouldn't be visiting at this time. Closing the book she would leave it on the table, standing up and heading over towards the door, only to be surprised by who she saw on the other side.

"You're soaking wet, hurry up and come in!" Enthusiasm, her new smile, would be cut short by concern as she went right ahead to take one of his hands to tug him into the room. She didn't have any towels in her room but there were sheets that could be used, it wasn't as though she needed as many were on her bed anyways!
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He had been about to kick open the door as she opened it, not wasting any time. As soon as his her eyes met his, his hand slipped out of her’s and grabbed her shoulders roughly. He looked her up and down, scanning her, examining her.

The ring wasn’t there.

Turning quickly, he shoved her into the door that had just been closed. His grey eyes were like a small storm, churning with worry, anger, and frustration. His grip was tight around her thin arms and there was no smile on his wild and wet face. "Isabella..." He said carefully, almost shaking with the amount of effort it took to quiet himself. "Where is my ring." He shoved her harder against the wall. "I need my ring right NOW." He hissed at her not as quietly as before, gritting his teeth as his wet hair fell down the sides of his face, making him look almost mad. It was clear he had not come to play, nor would he calm down unless she gave him what he wanted.
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