91st Ashan, Arc 717
Xander knocked upon Celeste's door. His heart was still racing and his mind blurry. It had all gone to shit, the plan they had made and thought of so carefully. They believed they had covered every angle but of course they had forgotten about the stupidity of his own father. The stupid fat oaf had screwed the whole thing, he could do nothing right in his whole life. The idiot couldn't even die right. Xander entered, not waiting to be called on as there was not time to wait and he knew it. He needed to see her now and right now.
He walked into the room of the inn, he had switched out of the guards uniform already. He looked around the dark room, it was incredibly late as he searched the darkness for his bride to be. His face was red from the blood pumping and how hard he had ridden to get back to the inn. He headed over to the bed to wake her if she had not already been roused by the sound of the knock, then opening and closing of the door.
"Celeste, wake up." He gently tapped her shoulder and waited, perched on the edge of the mattress. He had no idea if his father had died or survived his fall, there had been lots of blood but he could not tell. He was no doctor and could never have guessed whether his father's injuries were fatal or not.
He waited for her to speak or move and then continued. Celeste would rarely have heard him swear, usually he was quite eloquent with his speech but right now he had no other way of explaining just how messed up it had gotten. "The plan got fucked. My idiot of a father messed up the whole thing Celeste, I don't know what happened." He dropped his head into his hands and pulled on his hair as he tried to recall exactly what happened. The events were blurry, possibly because he was distressed right now The plan had failed and he had almost been caught, he had no idea how to go about fixing it either. All he could think was that he could wish for nothing more than his sick and evil father to bleed out on that bathroom floor.
He needed her now more than ever, his emotions were in charge of him and he had no clue what to do. She had opened him up to feel and now he could not control it. They were powerful and overwhelming, so much so that he could not even think why he was so angry and confused. It was like he was being controlled by someone else, which he was to a large extent. He was being controlled by his true self, the side of him hidden for far too long.
Xander knocked upon Celeste's door. His heart was still racing and his mind blurry. It had all gone to shit, the plan they had made and thought of so carefully. They believed they had covered every angle but of course they had forgotten about the stupidity of his own father. The stupid fat oaf had screwed the whole thing, he could do nothing right in his whole life. The idiot couldn't even die right. Xander entered, not waiting to be called on as there was not time to wait and he knew it. He needed to see her now and right now.
He walked into the room of the inn, he had switched out of the guards uniform already. He looked around the dark room, it was incredibly late as he searched the darkness for his bride to be. His face was red from the blood pumping and how hard he had ridden to get back to the inn. He headed over to the bed to wake her if she had not already been roused by the sound of the knock, then opening and closing of the door.
"Celeste, wake up." He gently tapped her shoulder and waited, perched on the edge of the mattress. He had no idea if his father had died or survived his fall, there had been lots of blood but he could not tell. He was no doctor and could never have guessed whether his father's injuries were fatal or not.
He waited for her to speak or move and then continued. Celeste would rarely have heard him swear, usually he was quite eloquent with his speech but right now he had no other way of explaining just how messed up it had gotten. "The plan got fucked. My idiot of a father messed up the whole thing Celeste, I don't know what happened." He dropped his head into his hands and pulled on his hair as he tried to recall exactly what happened. The events were blurry, possibly because he was distressed right now The plan had failed and he had almost been caught, he had no idea how to go about fixing it either. All he could think was that he could wish for nothing more than his sick and evil father to bleed out on that bathroom floor.
He needed her now more than ever, his emotions were in charge of him and he had no clue what to do. She had opened him up to feel and now he could not control it. They were powerful and overwhelming, so much so that he could not even think why he was so angry and confused. It was like he was being controlled by someone else, which he was to a large extent. He was being controlled by his true self, the side of him hidden for far too long.
