Curses in Red
It's fantasy so the people have weird names please comment!
Part 1. The real person.
"Cerys, it sounds really sceathy to me." Dolkio pointed at the torn map. "I think it will work." Cerys relayed out the figures. "No. We can’t force them to do this." Dolkio insisted. "They will love to if they know it would help the village." Then a gust of wind opened the wooden door. "It sounds perfect." Alecleeth waited it front of the door. "Alecleeth tell him-what???" Dolkio gasped. "Oh god help us." She turned her face from them. Her brow hair fell to her shoulders. "Now, Dolkio calm down." Alecleeth wanted to stop her from crying. "Cous" please don’t be like that, it is for the best." Cerys grumbled. "Fine you stubborn woman." He pressed on his temples. "I thought you were the peace-maker. And that you could see through your best instreses, to what truly matters." He stopped long enough for Dolkio to blurted. "Well I thought you still cared for Malcuin, guess I was wrong. You and your retarded pride." "What! I love that boy!" Cerys stood-up. Dolkio glanced at him.
Her eyes were filled with determination. Now she look like a peace-maker, if you didn’t agree with her you were in for trouble. Cerys knew her the best so he could handle her. " We promised to care for Malcuin, for Vennelle remember?" Dolkio made a simple sad face. "He would want to, don’t get in the way."’ "What makes you think you know him?" She thunder at him. "People!" Alecleeth tried to make them stop. "Let me in!" He boomed. Growing ever so much impatience. All the while Cerys growled "I know him better than you!’’ "Yeah right.’’ Dolkio scoffed. And tossed her silk-like hair. Trying to act like a mean diava. "You losted intressed when he didn’t listen to you. You have always been so stubborn." Dolkio picked at Cerys's long wooden pipe. She waited for Cerys to reach for it like normal or to continue the shouting argument. There was a abnormal pause so she lit it. Smoke puffed it the cabin, they all basked it the fruity aura.
Cerys held his head low. Just thinking of what to say. Dolkio was so right, But she acts like I don’t care at all and that’s not true. Cerys’s anger flared. It wasn’t just family bickering. She hurt him to the bone. Striping away the reasons for his acts, that was beyond anger it was white hot fury. This time bomb was ticking.
"Please -’’ Alecleeth stared. Thinking the fight simmered down enough then Cerys whispered "liar." He clucnched his teeth tight. Not looking at anything. "What? Say that again Cerys I couldn’t quite hear." Dolkio brushed off his most hateful remark. "Well then! You should try to listen!" "You simply hate Malcuin because he doesn’t want to be a writer. How dumd!" she stopped to intake a sniff. Why is Cerys be so blind and, and just mean and more stubborn lately.
"Cerys, it sounds really sceathy to me." Dolkio pointed at the torn map. "I think it will work." Cerys relayed out the figures. "No. We can’t force them to do this." Dolkio insisted. "They will love to if they know it would help the village." Then a gust of wind opened the wooden door. "It sounds perfect." Alecleeth waited it front of the door. "Alecleeth tell him-what???" Dolkio gasped. "Oh god help us." She turned her face from them. Her brow hair fell to her shoulders. "Now, Dolkio calm down." Alecleeth wanted to stop her from crying. "Cous" please don’t be like that, it is for the best." Cerys grumbled. "Fine you stubborn woman." He pressed on his temples. "I thought you were the peace-maker. And that you could see through your best instreses, to what truly matters." He stopped long enough for Dolkio to blurted. "Well I thought you still cared for Malcuin, guess I was wrong. You and your retarded pride." "What! I love that boy!" Cerys stood-up. Dolkio glanced at him.
Her eyes were filled with determination. Now she look like a peace-maker, if you didn’t agree with her you were in for trouble. Cerys knew her the best so he could handle her. " We promised to care for Malcuin, for Vennelle remember?" Dolkio made a simple sad face. "He would want to, don’t get in the way."’ "What makes you think you know him?" She thunder at him. "People!" Alecleeth tried to make them stop. "Let me in!" He boomed. Growing ever so much impatience. All the while Cerys growled "I know him better than you!’’ "Yeah right.’’ Dolkio scoffed. And tossed her silk-like hair. Trying to act like a mean diava. "You losted intressed when he didn’t listen to you. You have always been so stubborn." Dolkio picked at Cerys's long wooden pipe. She waited for Cerys to reach for it like normal or to continue the shouting argument. There was a abnormal pause so she lit it. Smoke puffed it the cabin, they all basked it the fruity aura.
Cerys held his head low. Just thinking of what to say. Dolkio was so right, But she acts like I don’t care at all and that’s not true. Cerys’s anger flared. It wasn’t just family bickering. She hurt him to the bone. Striping away the reasons for his acts, that was beyond anger it was white hot fury. This time bomb was ticking.
"Please -’’ Alecleeth stared. Thinking the fight simmered down enough then Cerys whispered "liar." He clucnched his teeth tight. Not looking at anything. "What? Say that again Cerys I couldn’t quite hear." Dolkio brushed off his most hateful remark. "Well then! You should try to listen!" "You simply hate Malcuin because he doesn’t want to be a writer. How dumd!" she stopped to intake a sniff. Why is Cerys be so blind and, and just mean and more stubborn lately.
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