i don't think that i'll close my eyes [eija]

[FADO WESSBERG]

Fado walked into the ballroom wearing a brand new suit (a nice, very light gray with matching tie and blue shirt) and a convincing smile. Happily he greeted good friends and cordially he greeted foreign royalty, council men, religious figure, and ambassadors. As he approached the table where dinner would be served, he was disappointed to see that his advisers had given all of them assigned seating, pairs seated next to each other. The King sighed and shook his head. Do I really have to deal with Eija again? he thought desperately. They're really trying to force us together. He was starting to get suspicions that Eija's younger sister might be behind this. While he liked her fine, she was Adam's best friend, now he didn't feel like he was on good terms with her; she thought he was ridiculous for fighting with Eija to begin with.

With one last shake of his hair, Fado forced himself away from the tables and put on his mask of happiness again, hoping to find a pretty woman to dance with for the night. On first glance, however, most of them were taken by their arranged dates. Okay, so maybe he hadn't thoroughly thought through his escape plan for the night. Still a little hazy of mind, the King decided to eat some of the light snacks left out for those who couldn't wait. He could at least try to decrease the percentage of alcohol in his bloodstream. Some healer told him eating would help, well, once upon a time. He wasn't sure if he trusted that person, but it had worked well so far.

As he ate his choice of small fruits, he mulled over what had happened earlier today. Eija cared, the King had no doubt in his mind about this now that he'd gone over it in his head so many times. While he believed many bad things about Eija, he didn't see her trying to toy with him, or disliking any compassion she felt. I know she used to care, he thought to himself, but why does she care again now? Now, out of all times, after she's stomped on my feet whenever possible for thirteen years? In order to avoid any conversation or threatening glares, Fado looked at the chandeliers and higher floors with interest. The ballroom was usually one of his favorite places. Now, it felt like a prison. More than anything he needed to be alone for a day. Well, at least he felt that this was what he needed.

[EIJA VIENO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]PICK A PART YOU DREAM IT UP[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]oh boy tell me your fantasy[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;][/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]This was terrible. No, this was worse than terrible. This was the definition of chaos. Eija had completely forgotten about the ball, and now she had to face the music. Because like it or not, Fado was her 'date' for the evening. Before today, the only concern for the night had been the dress. She'd gone through every ball appropriate dress she had, and nothing was doing it for her. But after what happened...the dress had been far from her mind for quite some time. When she came home though, her sister promptly reeled her back into focus. Eija, in a moment of weakness, broke down and told her sister everything that had happened that night with Fado. All the while, the younger blue-haired female was narrowing down the dresses in Eija's entourage. The feisty youngster eventually grew sick of Eija though, telling her that she'd gotten what she had deserved the whole time. That she'd had it coming for years now. Eija flinched even now, reflecting back on it. She really had deserved it, she knew that, but she didn't like hearing that from her younger sister. In the end, they narrowed down the dresses to three dresses, and then finally one. It was one she hadn't worn yet, one that Eija's sister had ordered specially made for the elder for her birthday that year. She didn't think she would end up wearing this one, but she decided that it was the best one. What she felt like doing, was distracting herself and finding a nice group of girls to help her with that. But Eija realized that wasn't the best thing to do this time. Although she couldn't promise she wouldn't flirt. Eija realized that acting like that wouldn't help her case in the least bit, but this was her way of forgetting. Her sister was already scolding her, she knew Eija's ways better than anyone. Knew her mind. But, as Eija entered the ballroom, everything suddenly rushed from her system. She nearly ran from the room, deciding to hide for the rest of the evening. But she knew she couldn't, it would make her look weak. As long as Fado didn't ask her about what she had last said to him, she was fairly certain she could hold herself together. Eija greeted everyone she was supposed to, being polite and calm, the level-minded introvert that the public eye was used to. But inwardly, she was screaming. She just wanted to hide herself away and never leave again, and she was precariously close to taking that a step further, and just leave altogether. Never look back. Her country didn't want her. Her family didn't value her. Her little sister was annoyed as hell with her. And Fado...well, she wouldn't be surprised if he never wanted to see her again. And Eija was very close to giving him that wish. After all, she had done nothing but make his life miserable for years, punishing him for her abandonment issues, which he also had. Eija knew, because even though she hadn't been outwardly very close with him for many years, she had been observing him. Her heart ached when his parents never returned, and so wanted to extend her hand to him and help him through it. But she was bitter. Bitter about her family choosing someone else over her. It wasn't greed over the title, not at the roots. It was the symbolism behind it, that her own flesh and blood had picked a distant relative of her's to cherish. And her country supported it, and therefore they were not innocent in this crime either. She had taken that out on Fado, and it had been wrong of her. Eija didn't look for Fado when entered the ballroom. The blue-haired princess didn't think she had the right to, and so she wandered aimlessly before standing in a corner. Alone. It was a rare sight to see, Eija loved parties. She loved to dance and flirt and be merry, but tonight her heart was too heavy. Her mind buzzed, her sister's and Fado's words repeating in her mind over and over and over again.... What was she supposed to do about it? She didn't want to explain herself to Fado, it would look too much like a 'my horse if bigger than your's' contest and she didn't want that. Who am I kidding?

[/i] Eija's gaze skirted the faces, locating Fado immediately. He looked handsome, as usual. Its too late for explanations now.[/i] If she was distant from Fado before, she was going to completely remove herself from his life now. Her gaze stayed on Fado, thoughtfully. She noticed him picking at the food, and the edges of her mouth twitched in a small, sad smile. He had been drinking, and she had pushed him to that. To seek the comfort that only alcohol gave: numbness.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She could stand it no longer. Now, she was hurting him past her insults, far past stepping on his toes and mocking him. Drinking was far worse than any of that, and so she reached a decision. Unfortunately, the moment she did, Fado looked up. He had seen her, probably felt her eyes on him for a long time. She averted her gaze and looked to the ballroom floor, maneuvering her arms in what looked like she was about to cross them in agitation. Instead, she did something that Princess Eija Vieno of Renais never did: she showed weakness. Eyes confused and in the chaotic position of utter despair, she hugged herself. Eija shook her head, she couldn't do this now! She all but ran out of the ballroom, doing another first on her way out: ignoring a highly attractive single man when he made a shameless advance to her.

She ignored everything until she was in the hallway again, throwing her back against the wall and burying her face in her hands. Taking deep breaths, trying desperately not to sob and eternally grateful everyone was already inside the ballroom, Eija cursed herself. Why? Why wasn't she strong enough? She banged the back of her head against the wall and let out a low shout of frustration, muscles tight and bunched together, prepared to rocket her down the hall at top speed and on the next ship to leave Renais. She'd grab her horse and ride all the way to the port on a whim, and no one could tell her she wouldn't. What she wouldn't do, was enter that room again. She was good at this wasn't she? Leaving people's lives. Almost scary good. Eija took a deep breath to steady her breathing, she had already made her decision. Fado was never going to have any trouble from her again, because she wasn't even going to do that much to him anymore.

It would be as if he didn't exist; and likewise, that she did not exist. Not in each other's worlds anyway. In her mind, this was what was best for him. She didn't care if it technically wasn't her right to make this decision, since it involved Fado as well. He had a right to voice an opinion. But she couldn't bare to hurt him any longer, it had gone too far. She wanted to push herself off this wall, go to a bar, get drunk (which was actually a very difficult feat to accomplish), and then do something incredibly reckless. She didn't care what it was, hopefully the adrenaline rush would ease her mind of all this for a moment. Then, she wanted nothing more than to leave Renais entirely. Change her name even, live somewhere far away. Somewhere no one would ever find her, like Caer Peyln, even if they came looking. Which she doubted they would. She figured they'd all have a party, if they even noticed. But she remained where she was.

Because part of her was hoping Fado would walk out of those doors and stop her.


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TAGS fado~
NOTES sorry for the tiny bit of godmodding. >< hurr's the dress![/style][/style][/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]tonight's the night i'm dressin' up for you[/style][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 60px;] [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style][/center]

[FADO WESSBERG]

Fado didn't even know why he was here, or upset about spending any time with Eija. He wasn't mad at her by any means anymore, just confused about and frustrated with her. He was really upset about his parents. He was upset about the possibility that... That they couldn't stand me and Adam. That we were terrible children and that being the heir is something to cringe and be disgusted by. That we aren't good enough for them. That's why they left us behind, abandoned us, he thought bitterly. It was then that he looked up from his food to see Eija walk in. She looked stunning in a dress that matched her hair and flew away from her at the waist; a very nice yet typical ball gown. While typical, however, it had a unique design in it's feather-like texture at the hips and a design that perfectly fit her as a person. Fado thought she looked amazing.

But he hadn't the heart or the courage to say any word of explanation to her tonight. No, he wasn't doing that. He turned his attention back to the fruit in front of him, picking at it in a bird-like fashion, although he couldn't help his eye following the trail of Eija's dress, and was surprised to find her wander to a corner alone. And that wasn't like her. Not at all. He quickly turned his eyes back to his food, hoping to not be caught looking at her, because he couldn't say that she wasn't doing the same. Like a bat sensing its surroundings, Fado was utterly aware of her eyes staring at him as he nervously picked at his food, hands now trembling to know she was watching him. What was she contemplating? What did she want with him? Hadn't she done enough? Wasn't it too late for apologies? He was sick of it: the pain, the loneliness, the abandonment, the questions, the fights, the uncertainty, and most of all the loss. There were so many things that Fado had been through with Eija, and yet the fights counted up to triple. Where did it all even start? On that matter, why? He thought he partially knew why, but in reality he had no real idea. Why do you hate me? Or--maybe-- why do you care? he thought, and looked up directly at her, immediately making eye contact.

The King's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Wh-Wh-Wh-What did I do? How--Why--What--HUH??? he rambled silently. Had he really just seen that? Eija did NOT cross her arms, BUT INSTEAD she HUGGED HERSELF. Then, not only did she show weakness but also she absolutely ignored an okay looking guy who tried to flirt as she quickly left the large expanse of the ballroom, which was a feat considering there was also a lot of people in it. He needed to know what was really wrong with her, because she'd been acting off all day. Well, she'd been acting exactly opposite of her normal ever since she'd seen him about to vomit in the festival. There had to be something wrong with her obviously, right?

Formally, Fado put down his plate and dabbed his mouth slowly, pondering. Well, either way, I'm going to find out. When people tried to pull him aside, he would bow formally and excuse himself without straying from his path. "Sorry, dear sir/lady, but I have to see to an important matter." Being King, there was no reason for this to not be believed, and he was able to make progress across the room, although this progress was rather slow. When he was finally able to reach the door, he took a deep, calming breath, and stepped out of the ballroom. He didn't know what he was expecting to find, but it somehow wasn't this. Eija was still there, not anymore than eight feet away from the door.

Despite himself, it was all the King could do not to stare, or seem to empathetic, or speak. After a couple of awkward minutes, in which he slowly wandered closer and tried unsuccessfully to utter a word, finally he managed to force something out. "The advisers won't be happy," he said bluntly, regardless of how quiet and gentle his voice was. "Er... I don't like the ballroom right now either. Far too crowded and--" He broke off suddenly, realizing he didn't know what to say, was rambling, and that Eija was truly upset. Without any true clue why it was coming out of his mouth, he blurted, "I miss you." Then he truly had no idea what to do.

[EIJA VIENO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]PICK A PART YOU DREAM IT UP[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]oh boy tell me your fantasy[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;][/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]She flinched when she heard the door opening, though she didn't look up. Eija couldn't bring herself to care about someone walking in on this scene, and she as certain it was just a couple leaving for the night. But she started growing suspicious...the person -- or people -- wasn't making a sound. Wouldn't a couple be giggling right about now? "The advisers won't be happy." That voice! No. No it couldn't be. Her eyes darted up with a quiet gasp of shock, stunned not just in hearing a voice but in hearing that voice. Fado. Was he...trying to comfort her? The way he was stumbling over his words told her that, but...why was he? This didn't make any sense.... No...no this is wrong. This is all wrong!

[/i] Those words.... "I miss you." Her eyes looked at him, stretched wide in utter and complete shock when he said that, she never expected to hear those words from Fado. And for a moment, her shock overwhelmed her senses. "Why...? All that I've done...and you still...-"[/b] No. She shook her head before her hands found her head, fingers sinking into her hair as she grabbed her head like it was going to explode. "Stop it Fado. You don't have to comfort me."[/b] She snapped, though it lacked the usual fire. It was more of a defensive thing than anything else, prideful even. But the truth of the matter was.... "I don't deserve it."[/b] She knew this to be the truth here, though it was rare for her to be in such a mood that she admitted it. Actually, she had never been in this mood around Fado. Only her sister had seen this side of her so far, and very few times. And dammit...if what he said was true then it might only hurt him more for her to leave. Shit.

"You should stop missing me."[/b]

She said, her voice almost cold now. It was certainly telling of her plan though. "You should hate me."[/b] It was better that way. Eija didn't care if she had interrupted him, she spoke anyway. Cutting into his sentence might actually be good right now, so he didn't end up saying something that might get him too attached. Though that part of her still wanted Fado to stop her...she didn't deserve such kindness. Such show of care. It wasn't meant to be given to one who had shown none for so long. "Save your kindness and caring for someone who reciprocates it."[/b] It wasn't that she didn't care! It wasn't like that. She wished she could just say that! Well, this was her last night here, so why not. This was her last chance to be totally and completely honest. "Listen...I...I don't mean that I don't care.... I-I...I do."[/b] Oh this was just so, so very hard.... After so long of acting like she didn't care this was almost too much. But this was her last chance of saying so, and so Eija decided to trunk on through it. She turned her gaze to the floor, using her bangs to hide her face.

"I have always cared Fado...I never stopped. What changed was that...that I was jealous of you.... But not for the title."[/b] This was a long time coming, and it was time he finally knew. "I was jealous because my family treasured you more, loved you more, than they did me. My own parents picked you over me. Its childish but...that never left me."[/b] She was starting to get used to this. Eija was starting to get used to being honest to herself and Fado. She couldn't believe she was doing this, it wasn't like her at all. She was always hiding, always running. But this being her last chance to tell Fado the truth...it gave her power. She needed to do this. She needed to clear the air between them. Even if it would be better for Fado to hate her before she left. "I was always watching you from the shadows. In the...most uncreepy kind of way.... I never really left your side though...."[/b] She even got into fights defending him, making the excuse that she was defending her family's name which he now represented. So people thought nothing of it. She exploded publicly at the council once, got away with it by saying that by insulting or doubting Fado they were doubting and insulting her family. For a moment, there was some of her old warmth in her face again. But then it was gone, and her next words were cold, telling, and final.

"You have every right to hate me, and I highly suggest that you do. Its better for everyone that way, easier for everyone."[/b] She didn't exactly have to come out and say it bluntly, her tone and words pretty much did it all for her.
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TAGS fado~
NOTES sorry for the tiny bit of godmodding. >< hurr's the dress![/style][/style][/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]tonight's the night i'm dressin' up for you[/style][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 60px;] [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style][/center]

[FADO WESSBERG]

Fado found himself almost hurt by how surprised she was. Yes, of course I miss you, damn it! Who did I ever have other than you? he thought. Yes, he had Adam but his younger brother didn't understand his strife. He wasn't of a similar age, didn't go through the same experiences. He didn't have his parents, he didn't really have her parents, and he didn't have her or Roland. Sure, he liked his aunt and uncle fine, but he never thought of them as parents. He didn't have anyone to talk to for true advice, just to vent to, to complain to, to cry on, to laugh with. He may go out and have a good time but none of those were true friends. The only true friends ever available were Eija and Roland. Cesare came along too late and life and wasn't around enough to really fill the roll of a best friend. He was a great guy, but he wasn't anything more than that.

"You should stop missing me," she said. He protested. "Why should I? It shouldn't be wrong t--" "You should hate me." He gaped, wordless. He had no retort, no reply, because for once she was right. He should hate her, and for a multitude of reasons as well. She left him in his time of need, she made his life a living hell, he'd begun to get angry at he sight of her, and she even went as far as to hit him. But he could never bring himself to hit back. Even when he wasn't seeing his old friend he never wanted to hurt her. He yearned for her to accept him, that if she saw he took all of the abuse and the pain, that she would realize that he was on her side. And some foolish part of him occasionally wanted to leave the country in search of his parents, or send out notices with their drawings titled HAVE YOU SEEN MY PARENTS??? all over the continent. If their's was a situation like that, he would want the same things. He wanted Eija back, like he wanted his mom and dad.

"Save your kindness and caring for someone who reciprocates it." just stabbed his dreams, but that was okay, all the other holes had healed, too. It was a part of the abuse that he had learned to take and let go of. Somehow it was still something that he'd long accepted. She didn't care, it was why their relationship had gone to the gutter. But... Something changed today, right? Then came the words that surprised him more than anything, regardless of how he'd been hoping for it for so long. "What changed today to make you decide that?" he asked, unable to help himself.

"I have always cared Fado...I never stopped. What changed was that...that I was jealous of you.... But not for the title. I was jealous because my family treasured you more, loved you more, than they did me. My own parents picked you over me. Its childish but...that never left me." His eyes softened, and he hung his head in shame. I wouldn't say they love me at all. Maybe respect me, maybe treasure me, but love? I don't love them. Still... I should have realized... He looked up at her, ready to apologize, but she continued on.

Fado was just happy to see her face look at him with kindliness again. He could suddenly see that she hadn't really changed all that much. She was still his distant cousin, destined to be great in her own way. But then it was gone. And then he didn't know what to do. Yet then he was aware that her old affections were still there, just buried deep. Somehow it wasn't as bad this way, but he still went cold as her expression did.

The King's face went hard and mad quick, overriding the bit of hurt that he felt. He was upset. He was insulted. "Its better for everyone that way,--"

[/color] He was angry. And he was hurt. "--easier for everyone." And he snapped. "GOD DAMN IT, EIJA, HOW SHOULD YOU KNOW IT'S EASIER?!?! IT'S NOT!!!! BY ALL MEANS NOTHING MAKES IT EASIER!!!!" he yelled. "And yet you're going to go and leave me, just like my parents did, huh? Why? I'm not good enough for you? I'm unworthy of your presence? WHAT IN HELL DID I DO WRONG?!?!?!? Because you are leaving me, not the other way around, Eija. I would have EVERY god damned right to leave you after all you've done to me, even when i needed you the most to be friend. But what right do you have, huh? To CHOOSE to leave me just like MY mom and dad did! I have the right to tell you whether I need you here or gone. And I'm gonna tell you I need you HERE!!! But it's not gonna matter to you, is it? Because you haven't cared what I need for the past ten years. If you had really cared you would have come to me, been my friend, comforted me, but instead you hid in the shadows like a coward." Fado let out his breath. "I've taken this abuse for all these years because a part of me still hoped you cared. But I don't believe that you do now that you've said it, because you've directly contradicted that statement with each and every action." He hung his head, tired from the outburst. That was that. She'd shared her truth, and now he'd shared his; maybe not in all of its entirety, but told nonetheless. He looked back at her, looking for an expression, an answer, a defense, and his eyes seemed to plead with her silently. "I do want to believe, though, Eija. So give me the chance."[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[EIJA VIENO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]PICK A PART YOU DREAM IT UP[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]oh boy tell me your fantasy[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;][/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]She was expecting him to walk away. Eija anticipated his anger, his hate. She expected him to boil over. This wasn't exactly an easy situation. This wasn't the type of argument that could be won, there was no right or wrong answer here. Just right or wrong choices, actions. But both parties had their points. She flinched at the sheer volume of Fado's voice, she'd never thought he'd yell at her so loudly.... It was a miracle the others didn't hear, but they were too enraptured in their romantic evening. If only they knew just how lucky they were. Ignorance truly was bliss. Part of her wished she had that now, but part of her recognized that this was needed. After years of silence.... Eija allowed Fado to rant, her hands balling into fists as she swallowed her own anger. She flinched whenever he raised his voice, turning her head in shame. He was right, but so was she in a sense. They both had their points. But the angrier Fado got, the angrier she became. She resisted the urge to strike him when he called her a coward. He just didn't get it. His parents hadn't been the types to just drop off the face of the planet and abandon Adam and Fado, they had most likely been killed or kidnapped. Her's, on the other hand, had. They were very much alive, and they blatantly chose Fado over her. She hadn't expected him to see that, to understand that. But she hadn't been expecting him to lash out this much...she had expected it, but not to this degree. "I'm not a coward Fado."

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She spat when he was finished, ignoring his final statement, his pleading, for the time-being. But it would addressed all in good time. First things first, she wouldn't stand for this insult. She still had her pride. "I may be many things, but a coward is not one of them. And how dare you use that label with me."[/b] It wasn't difficult to read her rage, her insult, however. "...But if we continue to throw insults at each other, we'll get nowhere. And so...I'll allow it to slide. Just this once."[/b] There was a slightly playful tone in her voice, but it was very slight. She was still angry, still very insulted. But willing to look over it. Because.... "I do understand where you're coming from Fado."[/b] It was only now that she turned her gaze to Fado. She answered his pleading gaze with one of her own, one that showed just how close to tears she really was. And she felt very torn about that.

She had always been the introvert with a temper, though her true nature was more extroverted. Regardless, to show of honest emotion...it was difficult for her. And it was an even harder pill to swallow when Fado didn't believe her. "I understand that what I've done has hurt you for a very long time...I understand that you might think I'm abandoning you. But I'm not."[/b] She didn't know how to explain this to him peacefully. She rubbed her temples and sighed, leaning back against the wall, forcing herself to keep her temper calm. "The truth of the matter is that we both have our points. We've both heard the other's story. But just like you say I'm contradicting myself you seem to be doing the very same thing."[/b] And there it was. Despite herself, the growl was in her voice. The hiss. The aggression.

"You say that you want to believe me, and yet here you are! Throwing accusations my way that, albeit have some truth to them, but totally contradict your 'give me a chance' bull shit!"[/b] Now it was her who was yelling. Something she had wanted to avoid. Eija had wanted to avoid a yelling match, yet here she was. She took steps forward as she spoke, jabbing her finger into Fado's chest to make her point. But she shocked herself when she felt hot tears falling down her face. "This is such bull shit Fado! You don't have to spell out to me your issues or my contributions to them! Hell, don't you think I have my own issues? Everyone in this world has fucking issues and a sob story! Well let me be the one to tell you that there's more to this story than you."[/b] Her words were spat, but it was clear in her eyes that most of her anger came from pain.

She didn't want to be doing this.

Eija couldn't help a growl of frustration throwing her arms in the air before returning to her wall and slamming her fists down on it hard, not caring who heard her at this point. She just let the tears fall now, a sense of numbness overcoming her. She just couldn't bring herself to care. "Dammit Fado...damn you! I know you didn't do anything wrong! I know that I'm the one who's leaving! But don't even pretend to be the little innocent face here!"[/b] She tried to stop her sobbing enough to talk now, but she couldn't. She couldn't stop the word vomit either, she was beginning not to see her point anymore. "Everyone leaves eventually...I'm just leaving before I end up being the one left. You won't be alone. You have Adam and my sister, they both have your back, always will. So just...just shut up!"[/b] She didn't mean it. She didn't. She just...she hated this so much.... Her fist slammed against the wall again, but it was considerably weaker. Her whole body felt weaker, and it wasn't much longer before she slid down, sitting on her knees, facing the wall.

"I hate this...I hate this so much."[/b]

She realized Fado might misunderstand, so she decided to speak up again. "Not you."[/b] It wasn't him that she hated. "This."[/b] Their situation. The fighting. The lack of capacity to understand the other's view completely. She recognized that she was the one who the made the first move to severe it, and she loathed herself for it daily. But still. "You got your chance."[/b] She murmured after she recollected herself. "Unless you were referring to a chance after you were done with the first chance to understand."[/b] Yes, there was some resentment there. Of course there was. But there was also a strong sense of self-loathing, and regret. Eija yearned for Fado's company again, but now there was another problem.

She didn't deserve it.
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[FADO WESSBERG]

Fado couldn't believe his ears anymore. Her finger hurt in his chest where she poked furiously. "OF COURSE THIS IS BULL SHIT! You don't think I know that everyone has problems? That the world doesn't revolve around me? How do you think I run a country? But you know what, enlighten me on your issues! I beseech you!"

[/b] His words went unnoticed. Her next sentences weren't any better either. "HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT THE INNOCENT FACE HERE??? You just said I didn't do anything wrong!! It doesn't matter if I ever tried to come to you, you never LET me!"[/b] he yelled before she continued. She wasn't really listening to him right now. You could fix it if you'd just stay,[/i] he thought but stayed quiet for a minute because she asked him too. My brother and your sister are too young to understand truly. They may have my back, but I can't talk to them about everything. I'm alone, even in a place full of people I know. His heart fell as he slowly realized that she was crying, how weak and frustrated she was about this. And yet she had to go back to the sting again. Gotta kill this one bastard, eh?

"What, now I'm a double timer? I can't just be the guy who stole your parents, huh? I don't know what they see in me, Eija, or what they don't see in you, but I don't love them as my own parents, and I highly doubt they love me. I did understand, I wanted a chance for you to prove to me that you actually care. I don't care how much you'll turn the whole contradiction thing back on me, but I want you to tell me of some act that proves you've kept caring for me all these years."[/b] The King didn't know where all of this was coming from, but he couldn't stop it now. She'd pushed him further than ever before, partially because she was showing emotion this time instead of holding back. And just as she had been holding back, so had he all of these years. "I know you're not a coward, but it was cowardly to hide in the shadows when I needed you. I've said that I miss you, and I've tried to show you that, to do something about it, and all you've succeeded in doing is shooting me down, even when you started off trying to call it a draw. You just couldn't resist another chance to hurt me, could you? You can never leave well enough alone and just say what you need to say. I'll give you a chance, too. Go on, say it right. This is your last chance since you've decided you're leaving. Swallow your goddamned pride and honestly admit how you really feel about me."[/b] He was just so fed up with it all. He started to think just a bit about earlier today. If she's been hiding in the shadows this whole time, did she see my mental breakdown, and than just left me alone? I can understand the servants, I never really want them there, but she didn't even do anything about it? Of course, she might of thought she'd caused it, but still. It was his parents. Thinking about his parents not wanting him or Adam made him feel that way, made him do that. Granted that Eija did drive him crazy, he'd never go as far as that over her. This whole thing just needed to go to hell. It never seemed to work--their relationship, that is.

Maybe she was doing the right thing.

He didn't believe it.

But it could be...

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This is what happens when I get bored... Sorry XP

[EIJA VIENO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]PICK A PART YOU DREAM IT UP[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]oh boy tell me your fantasy[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;][/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]None of this was going the way she wanted. Eija had expected this to go smoother. Hell, she had expected Fado to escort her to the front door and say 'don't let the doorknob hit you on the way out'. If she told him at all. But...he seemed to genuinely not want her to go...which was difficult for her to handle as it was. On top of that, her true emotions were starting to be exposed, and she didn't like that. She didn't like being exposed like this, even a little. We both have our points but....

[/i] The one he made about her leaving echoed in her mind. "Please, you don't honestly that all your enemies show their face to you?"[/b] She retorted haughtily, though clearly losing the will to fight.

"You want a God damned example of me caring for you from behind the curtain? 'Cause I've got a shit ton for you."[/b] Her words were sharp, but she was exhausted.

WIP


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