Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130525015541/@comment-24038198-20130620013243

Avery looked at Nathan, looked into his eyes. That boy intrigued her. She didn't know what it was about him, but her heart fluttered as she stood next to him. Something that pulsates when she looks at him. She watched him shut his eyes tightly in pain as his... Mark or whatever, started to glow. "A-are you alright?" She asked him, placing a hand on his arm. "What's happening to it? Do you, uh, need help?" She was pretty sure her eyes filled with fear, then she immediately thought of what he would think if a girl he had just met out her hand on his shoulder, so she brushed a strand of her hair out of her face to casually move it away.

Amy, on the other hand looked at the swordsman who sat a distance away from the group. She sensed it in him. A taint of darkness not unlike her own. She always sensed these things, these dark stains that rested on the souls of those who dared to seek what they should have left alone. And those who had done nothing wrong, but had simply taken the consequences of trying to help the ones scarred by evil only to become scarred themselves, like herself. Though surely she must have done something wrong to deserve what she got, and she hated herself for whatever that was. She saw her reflection in the waters by her, still with shattered chunks of ice floating in them, and loathed the girl she saw glaring at her. She walked up to the swordsman and saw that his eyes were golden, a color that was not naturally human, much like her own red eyes. Then again, she was no human, not anymore at least. As she became close to him and the red-haired girl, Crystal, next to him, she momentarily pondered giving him her real name. After all, it wasn't often that she found another darkened soul. Maybe she found someone she could talk to. Then again, she had already given her alias to the others, including Crystal, who was right there beside them. How wold she explain giving two names? At that was even if he didn't talk to the others about her. Viola was definitely the way to go in this situation. "Well, you look happy." She said in her own dismal, sarcastic tone. "Name's Viola." She paused, then continued, running her thumb and forefinger slowly up the length of her rapier. "Your eyes... How did they become gold?"