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Private. Lurkers do not post please.
Romance between the Sin of Pride and a human. <3
Birth name; Pride Name; Augustyn Gallo --Meaning; Great ; Unknown --Origin; Polish ; Italian {Lol} --Nickname; Augie ; August Age; Born with the coming of Humanity; Looks about eighteen/nineteen Gender; Male Species; Sin
Height; 6’2’’ Weight; 169 lbs. Build; Rather slim
Eye colour; Steel gray with a network of silver and purple lines around his pupils Hair colour; Silver as starlight but the glamour he wears tends to make mortals overlook the odd color. --Overall appearance; Pride’s almost elven features bring out the cocky smirk he wears almost all the time. Sharp highlighted cheek bones, a strong pointed nose, and strong chin makes him quite the handsome devil. His cream-colored skin shows no noticeable blemish. –going to really botch this for now. I can’t find the inspiration to describe him. //shot--
Personality; Pride is as he is: Pride. To break it down, he believes he’s the best at what he does and he’s not afraid to show it. Pride is as stubborn as a mule and once he makes a decision, it’s almost impossible to change his mind. He believes that if he sets his mind to something, nothing will tear him down. This could be seen as a positive trait, yes, but not when his intentions are not, shall we say, “good.”
Other; His human alias is Augustyn Gallo. x3
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8:03pm Jun 18 2012 (last edited on 8:04pm Jun 18 2012)
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8:38pm Jun 18 2012
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Ooc; B-b-but I'm bad at pretending...:c
I'll start us off them. :T
“But you went out yesterday.” The voice was a high-pitched whine that made Pride cringe. He held a soft spot for the girl that was currently clinging to his arm—not that he would admit it to anyone—but it was about that time that her presence was beginning to irritate him. Sloth could be a slow poke in the eye. He shook his arm in an attempt to get rid of her but she buried her face in his chest and only tightened her hold on him. Pride took in a breath and waited.
It wouldn’t take too long…
After a minute or so of silence, Sloth finally relaxed her grip and carried her frail body over to one of the four leather couches that sat in their living room. She all but collapsed on top of the bed, already worn out from pestering her brother. Still, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Pride.
“You promised you would take me out to the gardens today. Everyone else is mean to me,” she complained.
Maybe if you weren’t as dull as a rock, no one would make fun of you. “Not that she’s even aware they do,” Pride said under his breath. It was true. Sloth could have an insult thrown right at her face and she still wouldn’t fully grasp the meaning of it. Like a child, she was. Maybe that’s why Pride pitied her and took her under his wing. Well, he was sure paying hell for it now. She was starting to give him a headache.
“Sloth honey—“
“Lark. My name is Lark. And you are Augie.” That’s right. Pride had agreed, along with the others, to tell Sloth that their names had changed. Even if the other Sins wouldn’t slip out in public and give away the fact that their aliases were false, Sloth definitely would not be able to grasp that one can have a fake name for certain people. And here they were.
“Lark. Right. Go find your sisters.” Sloth opened her mouth as if to argue, saw Pride’s eyes flash, and decided to stay quiet. Maybe she isn’t as slow as we thought. “Do something useful for once while I’m gone, okay?” he said. Of course she missed the sarcastic jibe within his words, as she bobbed her head down obediently.
Before she could come up with something else to keep him home, Pride hurried out of the room and two the front door. He shrugged on an overcoat over his tunic and pulled on his boots. Once outside, he shut his door behind him and headed to the stables that were on the far side of his estate. A slave was tending to his horse when he got there and upon seeing him, the man garbed in peasant’s rags ducked his head and held out the reins to his master.
Pride was careful to not touch the peasant. He didn’t need his slave workers losing their sense of humility and selflessness just because the Sin was to slip. To flex his being upon other people, Pride need only to touch another and push at their self consciousness; men were much easier to reach than women. It was easier for his brother Avarice, whom needs only to drop a few coins in the streets to have men at each other’s throats. Still, the game was all the more fun for Pride.
He swung himself up on the horse, shifting in his saddle as he slid his boots through the stirrups. The black stallion snorted and tossed its head. One swift kick in its side sent the beast into a trot, another into a canter. The animal’s hooves thrummed against the ground
. The horse was slowed to a walk as Pride made his way into the town square. Shopkeepers yelled out from behind their stands, their dirty faces distorted with their shouts as they tried to lure people to buy. Various scents sprang into the air as Pride neared a bakery. It smelled nicer than the streets—that was for sure.
He dismounted at a tavern and tied the horse’s reins to a post. Patting the stallion’s side, he cracked his knuckles and grinned devilishly.
And now it was time for him to do what he did best and corrupt some people.
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9:07pm Jun 18 2012 (last edited on 9:09pm Jun 18 2012)
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She woke early that day, grabbing her basket made of twigs interwoven between each other. Linka went to her garden and picked several various flowers and pulled a few vegetables from the earth. After a quick walk through of picking the weeds and watering the flowers with her pitcher. There was a small pond near her home that gave water to her plants as often as she needed, which was great for time and effort so she didn't have to constantly go to the well located in the middle of the town.
After collecting her flowers and vegetables and placing them in the basket, Linka set off for the village where she would sell her flowers and food.
Linka was making her usual rounds throughout the small village with her excess of vegetables and stock of flowers she had harvested earlier that morning. She knocked on door after door and made a few sales. Her biggest buyer was the strange old man who smelled of fish monger and wet rust. He would practically purchase her whole stock and ask if she wanted to help arrange it in his house, to which she would politely decline and skirt off to the next house and quickly knock on the door.
That day was a rather dull and slow day. She had made little income and found her bunch of flowers seemed to be thirsty. A small sigh escaped her lips and she made her way to the humble well along the main, stony road of the village and placed her basket down gently and leaned over the well to pick up the rope, placing her pelvis on the side of the well and lifting her legs off the ground in order to reach the rope. Why it was in the middle of the wide well, she would never know.
Pulling herself back, she hauled on the rope to bring up the full bucket from the depths of the well. The sound of the water sloshing out of it and dancing around inside the wooden bucket echoed through the large hole. Finally, she picked the bucket up by the handle and placed it on the ground beside her basket.
Linka cupped her hands and dipped it into the water, then lifted her water-filled hands and poured it over the leaves and petals of her flower collection. She knelt down and scooped up another hand full of water and drank it, then wiped her forehead and leaned against the well and closed her eyes. At least she could relax.
 
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10:42pm Jun 18 2012
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Ooc; Good lawd. Sorry these posts are so bleh. xD Going to post tomorrow morning if you reply again. I'm going to camp that afternoon and won't be back until Friday, I believe. Might bring my laptop (it's a writers' camp), so yeh. x3
Bic; The owner of the tavern was a burly man. If it weren’t for the rounded cheeks and heartwarming smile he wore all the time, he would have been seen as a tough man. His fingers were dirty and calloused, muscles rippled along his stocky arms, and his voice was deep, rugged. Yet when Pride had walked into the tavern, he had been greeted with a fair, “Good aft’rnoon,” and, “What can I get for ye?”
It was humbling for Pride that he would be the one to tear this man down. It made him giddy, even. “Your finest brew,” the Sin said as he pulled one of the wooden bar stools closer to the bar and sat down. The men that sat around him were shadier; most everyone in the tavern gave him dirty looks for his higher status. He was rich, after all. Avarice wasn’t one to share his wealth but the Sins weren’t above stealing from each other.
“Brewed right this mornin’. Honey ale, finest ye can get,” the bartender said and flashed a set of yellowed, crooked teeth. When he went to hand the mug to Pride, the Sin cocked his head to the side and brushed his fingers against the man. The effect could not be seen on the man’s face of course, but Pride could see his work had been successful in his eyes.
“’Ey Burl, can ye bring another round over here for us?” a voice called from the back.
Pride’s chin touched his shoulder as he turned to look at them. There were five in all, he counted, all in need of another round of drinks, like they’d stated.
“I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can, damn it. A man can only do so much,” was Burl’s snapping reply.
Pride downed his ale and left a few coins on the table, the smirk on his face only growing when he saw Burl brush off another few people who asked for more drinks. Contempt for one’s neighbor. Sure Envy could make other girls and even men hate each other by making them pity themselves, and Wrath could bring down whole towns with the power of man’s hatred, but Pride had been the downfall of Lucifer, and would eventually, Pride believed, be the downfall of man. Because what Sin would be more fit for the job than Pride?
He left the tavern in a good mood. He walked with a sense of entitlement among these people. He was more powerful than they were. He was everything these worthless humans were not. And of course, he could do whatever he wished with them. His walks through town had been far and few recently. Sloth had been so needy lately…and Lust hadn’t brought a man home in a long while. Pride liked to enjoy the house while it wasn’t tainted with the presence of man.
His blissful mood had started to wane the more he walked around the town square. He was growing bored and wanted something to do, someone else to bend and twist at his pleasure. That was when he spotted the girl by the well, sipping water from her cupped hands, a basket of flowers resting on the ground beside her.
“May I?” Pride asked when he neared the girl. He didn’t wait for a reply—why should he?—and plucked a white lily from the basket. He twirled the flower by its stem as if taunting her, daring her to snatch it out of his hands. He decided to sort of, turn his influence off. If she happened to snatch the flower from his hand, though he was very quick, he would have no effect on her. Unless he decided otherwise…
But for now, he just wanted to toy with her.
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11:20pm Jun 18 2012
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((LASKDIOHFWQ says the novel writer.))
Linka decided it was about time to go home, so she poured a few more handfuls of water over her plants one last time and took another drink from the bucket. Having satiated her thirst, she sighed happily and lifted the bucket and carefully placed it on the stone wall of the well. When a voice came up from behind her, she jumped a little, knocking the bucket into the well and spinning around, causing her dress to twirl with her slightly. Linka watched as the man took one of her lilies and twirled it, though she averted her gaze when he looked at her and swallowed a bit, focusing on a single stone in the road and curving her eyebrows downward towards her nose.
She clenched her fists. Linka knew--or at least recognized--everyone in the village. This man was a stranger to her and she didn't feel too comfortable with him taking the flower she had worked hard to nourish and grow on her own. If he was to steal it...
"I appreciate your taste in flowers, sir," Linka said quietly. "But I have to ask you to please return it, unless your intention is to purchase it." After she finished speaking, she bit the corner of her bottom lip with her canine and breathed through her nose nervously. Whoever this man was made her feel unpleasant and she wanted the confrontation over quickly. Linka's gaze dared a raise to his face and quickly she looked away again. She could see the daring look in his eyes. Whatever his plan was it already was working and she had fallen for it.
She could smell the stench of alcohol on him and knew he had been to the pub just before his visit with her. Maybe she could do as she always did with that strange man who bought her stock and pluck her flower from his hand and skirt off down an alleyway or something of the sort. He could be drunk so his reaction should be slow.
Linka took the chance and turned suddenly to the man and reached out with both hands for her white lily.
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9:52pm Jun 24 2012
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Ooc; The posts were lengthy but Pride wasn’t living up to his name. 8C Also, back from camp!
Pride was growing bored of this girl. She had truly ceased to entertain him thus far. Now Pride was certainly not Lust, not in the least, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t enjoy toying with mortal women and bedding them. It was something he fancied really, to suck away their selfless virtue as he relished in other pleasures. His nose twitched as he thought about them and it was only when the girl moved with quick flourish did he snap back to reality.
It was an instant reaction to pull the flower just out of her reach. Her hands grasped at empty air. Pride glanced down at her, one brow raised. “So it seems you have a little spirit after all,” he mused aloud. The lily twirled between his pinched fingers. Observing her, he came to the conclusion that she was like a cat, or rather, she was the mouse and he the cat. The game of chase egged him on and Pride of course, could not turn down a game, even one made up by himself.
Pride tilted his head to one side and lowered the lily, brushing the stalk against her knuckles. If she were to be distracted and grasp the stem, he would grab her arm. Gently so, and not to steal her virtue. No, he was enjoying this girl far too much. “Would you sell me this flower then? I promise to take good care of it.”
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11:04pm Jun 25 2012
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When she gripped nothing but empty air, she scowled a bit and brought back her hand to her chest, clutching it as though it were hurt after he brushed her flower against her knuckles. Linka stared at him like he was her age-long nemesis. At the offer to purchase her flower and the assurance to take care of it, she relaxed a bit, but not enough to be foolish. He tricked her once, and she was too smart to let him do that again. Or at least she hoped she was.
"Will you," Linka said in a shaking tone that was blanketed with a false calmness. She swallowed again and brought both fists to her side and stared at him head on with her brows furrowed and a frown formed upon her pale lips. "You'll probably hand it off to one of your pretty little play things you have hidden around the towns scattered along the country, won't you?" Linka grabbed the handle to her woven basket and stood up and stared hard at Pride with a bitter distaste in her glare.
She did need the money to get enough supplies to grow more food. People weren't buying her flowers anymore so she would need to buy seeds, but they didn't come cheap; not as cheap as the flowers were sold for those days. Linka was determined not to be made a desperate fool, though. "No, I don't think I should take your money. Do as you wish with my lily, no amount you have could be worth it." After she spoke, her eyes darted around and she saw several men watching the scene. Her cheeks burned furiously with embarrassment. It was the first time they had seen her react like this. In all honesty, it was the first time some one had done this.
And sometimes she wondered what it would be like living with the city folk.
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5:09pm Jun 26 2012
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His pride was wounded. No girl had ever spoken in such a disrespectful manner to him. If they had, it was only because he allowed her to while she was under his erm 'influence.' But this, this was outright infuriating. His steel gray eyes narrowed as he looked down at the girl. The lily's stem had started to bend under the weight of his pinched fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man start to approach them.
Pride straightened up and subtly moved one hand behind his back and rubbed his fingers together. His eyes never left Linka's, even as the man stopped, bore a very confused face, and turned around. The glamour worked like a charm and the crowd that had been watching dissipated and continued on with what they were doing before.
"Funny you should bring up my play things, my dear." He withdrew a coin purse from his pocket and tugged on the strings at the top. Mockingly, he turned the purse upside down and the coins fell into the basket, clinking as they fell against each other. Pride tossed the bag to the side and tilted his head like an animal observing prey.
"I've not found a satisfying partner in this town, now that you mention it," he said and tapped his chin. His lips curled in a smile and he shrugged at her, hoping he'd scared her enough already. "But you're too much trouble for me," he decided with a wave of his hand.
"I'll be taking this lily then, seeing as I paid for it. Whether you like it or not, that is." He turned on his boots and started to walk away, then glanced over his shoulder. "And I do suggest you be careful with whom you associate yourself with, dear. You'll find there are some very...sinful people wandering about."
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7:14pm Jun 26 2012
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Her intense blue eyes stared back at his as she heard the first drop of coins into her basket. Brows furrowed and lips down-turned, Linka never blinked once as he spoke. Even after the coins fell, Linka remained motionless and breathing slowly, calm. Although her insides were screaming to fling the basket at his face with the new added weight and kick him in the groin and scream. Every muscle wanted at least to twitch to its instinctive desire, but she forced herself to remain perfectly still. Statue-like in every way.
At the suggestion that he found her too much trouble, Linka maintained her composure just long enough to hear the last part of the threat before her frown turned into a smile and she laughed. Her laughter was genuine and sweet, although a hint of harsh mockery behind it. Bending over a bit, Linka propped herself up with the side of the well and held her side, then wiped her teary eye and said shakily. "Oh goodness. You were thinking of me to be your play thing here," the situation was strange for laughter. Linka's reaction was slightly off and perhaps a bit overplayed. She had never been in this predicament before, however, so being presented with it was off-putting and she reacted the only way she could think of - laughing. "I can't find what's funnier about this. The fact you were looking here for some one to satisfy you or the fact you thought I'd stoop that low." Linka was on a roll. Perhaps she was getting over-confident with herself, but she felt superior at this point. It was exhilarating and the most she had said to any stranger at one time. Something about him, though, set her off. Something about him made her mad and want to argue.
Linka shook her head at him, regaining her composure and saying quietly to him. "You won't have to worry about me anymore, sir," the extra emphasis on the last word was a bit disrespectful in the sense that it seemed too forced. She was clearly offended by the threat and the fact that he had the gall to tell her what to do. "I like to keep my distances from those kinds of undesirables. On that note. Farewell." And she spun around on her heels and walked away, placing her hand on the handle of her basket and staring at the stone walkway like she was seeing through the ground and straight to the sky. What on earth had possessed her? she thought to herself. Linka walked quickly to avoid any more confrontation. She wanted nothing more to retreat to her little home and sit there the rest of the week. Her extreme hermit-like behaviour coming out finally.
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She laughed in his face. She laughed in his face. Pride's gray eyes narrowed as he stared back at her, all of his willpower going into stopping his hands from turning into fists. This obnoxious girl had the nerve to tell him off, embarrass him, act like she had been the dominant person in their conversation. It seemed she wasn't so innocent and withdrawn from his influence after all. "How do people even stand me?" he said as he pinched his nose to push away a headache. A small, weak smile touched his lips. "Oh, that's right. They don't."
It was boggling to Pride that, by the time he reached the post where his horse was tethered, he still hadn't forgotten about that mortal. "Insolent brat," he muttered as he undid the tied reins that wrapped around the post. The stallion snorted and attempted to sniff Pride's hair but the man swatted him away and scowled down at the reins in his hands. The horse danced uneasily and stepped backward. "Honestly, what is--damn it, Sloth!" he said with wide eyes.
The younger looking girl had leaned over the horse's neck and stared at Pride with her big green eyes. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulder and she didn't bl
ink, not even after Pride jumped from surprise and yelled. Sloth tilted her head to the side, resembling an owl with how wide her eyes were (though an owl's probably weren't as dimwitted).
"I think you just scared her, Augie," she said. One petite hand of hers swung away from the stallion's neck and reached for the lily that was still in Pride's hands. "I want it," Sloth declared and tried to grab for it. Pride frowned and pulled it away from her before she could sink her useless fingers against the petals. A whine escaped her before Sloth slouched against the stallion's neck and let her arm dangle.
"Augie, you should apologize. You were mean to that girl."
"I'm mean to everyone, honey," Pride said with a roll of his eyes.
"I'll leave you alone if you say sorry," Sloth said. Pride raised his brows. A little bit of time away from his sister would do him well, especially since none of the other Sins could ever find the time of day to look after poor defenseless idiotic Sloth, or that's what they always said. "Really," she insisted. "I would watch Envy paint all day tomorrow and I wouldn't follow you anymore, even though I'm not supposed to do that anyway."
"Sloth honey--"
"Lark."
"Okay, Lark. I'll say I'm sorry...tomorrow." Sloth shook her head, the grin of a mischievous two year old making way to her face. "Fine, I'll go and do it now. Now be a good girl and disappear," Pride said and shooed her off. Sloth slid down off of Pride's horse, stuck her tongue out at him, and turned to walk around aimlessly.
"Sorry. I have to say I'm sorry," Pride said. People with a lot of pride didn't like to say they're sorry, especially if they hadn't done anything wrong in the first place.
This was going to be tough.
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11:16pm Jun 27 2012
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Linka made her way back to the garden beside her house and opened the gate and closed it without really paying attention to anything. Her mind still swimming and a million miles away. The young woman dropped the basket carelessly to the side and she walked around the garden, through the rows, around the outline of the whole garden, and finally went to the middle of it all and dropped to her knees, her body shaking and she sat on the back of her legs, her sandaled feet digging into the earth. Linka's gloved hands rested on her lap and she stared at them. Letting out a jagged sigh, Linka literally collapsed to the dirt floor on her belly and turned her head to face the rose bush beside her. She laid there, face in the dirt, dress getting dirty and tears forming in her eyes until they spilled over and were absorbed by the dirt and matted more to her face.
Her eyes were red and she breathed in the earthy scent of her garden lazily and lifted her gaze to a single white rose drooping low as if to try and comfort her. A weak laugh rose from her and she lifted her hand and held the blossomed rose in the palm of her hand and gazed at it, searching for answers.
Who was that man? Why did he bother her so much? She regretted everything she said. It was not like her at all but... the way he spoke to her. The way he regarded her with such haughty teasing. She probably worked harder than he for what she had and still she treated people with respect... at least some of them she treated with respect.
Linka dropped her hand and turned her head to face the south of her garden where the gate was. Another rose bush laid in her line of vision and the vegetables went on for three rows after the bush. The garden was her pride and joy and she couldn't stay mad or worried or sad while within it.
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I can't do this, Pride thought with a sour grimace. He'd walked around the main square for a while, looking out for anyone that might have bought a flower from the girl. So far, he hadn't seen any. Children ran around him in the square, kicking up dirt and sometimes mud wherever they went. Pride's nose would crinkle in disgust every time he had to sidestep one of the little twerps. Children made too much racket for Pride's taste, that and he had trouble making them more selfish. They were far too innocent.
Finally, he spotted an elderly man hobbling next to a horse carriage, his twisted wooden cane coming down against the hard dirt with a pattern of taps. Pride jogged in front of the carriage, ended up making the horses stop for a moment, and stopped in front of the man. "Excuse me but would you mind telling me where I can find the flower girl? I saw her drop this lily from her basket and when I retrieved it, she'd already gone." The smirk on Pride's lips was masked by a hopefully smile.
"You mean Linka? Oh, she ain't one teh be droppin' flowers. They's her pride an' joy," he said. His bushy grey brows furrowed as he took a closer look at the lily. "'At really is one o' hers. She's in a lovely cot a few houses back. Can't miss it. Got a fenced garden next ter it," he said.
"Thank you," Pride said and stuck out his hand. The man offered his wrinkled hand, his skin smooth against Pride's palm. Pride squeezed his hand once, winked, and walked past him. Not a moment or so later did he hear the rasped voice of the man yelling at the carriage driver to give him some well earned space and stop hogging the entire road.
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The gate concealed the garden that was supposedly hidden within it. Pride raised one brow as he looked at it, though didn't contemplate whether or not to go inside. He'd already made up his mind and seeing as his nature was to be hardheaded and stubborn, he wasn't going to change his decision now. Tucking the lily in his jacket pocket, Pride opened up the gate and stepped inside.
His steel grey eyes blinked. The sight was absolutely unbelievable. Flowers of all kinds formed a jungle around him, all sorts of vibrant colors poking out from the sea of leaves and stems. His footfalls were careful as he made his way through, every step done to make sure he didn't harm the things. After all, he was here to apologize and stepping on all of the girl's, excuse him, Linka's flowers would not be a good way to start an apology.
"Linka? Oh Linka? I wanted to apologize," Pride said.
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Linka had closed her eyes and was enjoying the smell of the earth and sun warming her skin when she heard some one walking around. She ignored it until he started calling out her name. Eyes snapped open and she tensed up a bit. Who was calling her? Was it really that guy? And HE wanted to apologize? Clearly it was a trap.
She sat up straight very suddenly, like some one had jumped on her feet and she jumped up as if in pain. Linka made quick work of her face, wiping the dirt and caked mud and residue tears from her cheeks onto her gloved hands and ran her fingers through her hair, then jumped up and looked down at her dress, which was covered in dirt. Brushing at it, she tried to rid herself of the dirt. Linka thought to herself. 'Why do I wear a white dress? I'm always getting dirty...' Despite dirt still being on her, Linka came out from the bushes and stared at him warily.
"How do you know my name?" She asked, first and foremost. Linka never gave him her name and she figured a villager gave it to him, but how he got it and the real reason was all she was concerned about.
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"A simple hello might have sufficed," Pride said as he crossed his arms over his chest. He brushed a few specks of dirt from his jacket, pretending to look like he was thinking. The silence would more than likely make her uncomfortable, would make his presence a bit more unbearable to her. "I told an old man you dropped this lily and that I wanted to return it," Pride finally said as he withdrew the lily from his pocket.
Because it hadn't been put directly into water and there was no ground for its roots to suck up such liquid, the petals had started to curl. He thought maybe he should have given it to Sloth after all...no, the thing would just disappear and most likely end up forgotten somewhere. A sort of protectiveness of the flower made Pride strongly dislike the thought, which equally surprised him.
"I'm being honest when I mean to say that I'm sorry. Forgive my behavior from earlier. Slow day of," he paused, "work."
"I'll take my leave if you'd like then," Pride said and raised a brow.
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Linka continued to stare at him and, during that moment of silence, she diverted her gaze from him and stared at her flowers a moment. When he spoke up again, Linka lifted her gaze and watched him. He didn't seem to be lying or trying to make fun of her. She pursed her lips and looked to the flower he had used an excuse to find her name and where she lived to apologize. The lily was flawless and innocent and pure. Guilt rose up in her. She raised those flowers her own and they symbolized so much, yet she refused to live that way herself.
Linka stepped towards the edge of her garden and walked towards him and placed her fingers gently on the stem and looked to him and asked. "May I? She needs water," Her cheeks burned slightly and she gently slid the flower from his hand and opened the gate. "Come inside. I've got a bit of food and some water if you want." Linka kept her face from his gaze, covering it with her hair.
Walking slowly up to the door, Linka paused while placing her hand on the door and said. "Thank you," then she turned her face up to face him and stared directly into his gaze and added. "I'm sorry as well. I was entirely indecent." And with that, she pushed the door open end entered into her home.
The hut contained three rooms. the main room, a room that appeared to be the washroom, and the bedroom. In the main room, the floor was a smooth oak and shone in the sun. Two windows adjacent to the entrance on the wall stood beside a small fire that had been swept out and cleaned. A table with a painted pot with a long neck and a single sunflower hanging out of it. Two chairs were placed at the table and beneath it a simple rug. The walls had old, dried flowers hanging upside down and their old aromas filled the small room.
Linka walked to a pot that was beside the fireplace and dipped a cup into it and placed the lily within it. She then placed the cup on the table and stared at it, sighing a bit as though relieved.
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Food and water? Pride could have scoffed. If he were to return home right then, he would be able to choose the finest cuts of meats to eat and the oldest wine in town. Not that he had to eat to sustain himself, not at all. It was just a mere pleasantry of his, one that Pride boasted that he deserved the most. The thought of returning home so soon though, and having to deal with his brothers and sisters, was a little unbearable. No doubt Sloth would pester him to go to the gardens again.
It was because of those reasons that he said yes. And besides, Linka had his flower. He almost walked right into her when she stopped at the door, one hand rested against the wood, and turned around to apologize. Pride's brows arched. She's not very sinful at all, he thought. Typically Pride would have found that distasteful and would have moved to correct the wrong immediately. Yet he stood there, not raising a hand in an offer to open the door, to let his fingers subtly brush over hers. He did nothing.
So when Linka opened up the door to her home, Pride was reluctant upon stepping inside. The inside of her house was fragrant; that was all he could come up with. What Linka lacked in decor, the scent of her flowers made up for it. Even the dried and preserved plants themselves added a homey touch to the otherwise drab atmosphere.
Pride did not take his eyes off of Linka as he helped himself to one of the two chairs in the room. The emotion that touched her face as soon as she dropped the lily in a cup of water was strange. She actually looked relieved. Very relieved at that, as if the plant's health had truly caused her a lot of stress.
"You take pride in your flowers, no?" he asked. "Your garden is quite remarkable." He paused and blinked his steel grey eyes. "I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Augustyn Gallo but you may call me August if you wish," he said.
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12:44pm Jul 11 2012 (last edited on 12:45pm Jul 11 2012)
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She smiled pleasantly and nodded, not taking her eyes off the lily. "Flowers represent all the emotions people have. Romantic roses, friendly daisies, happy lilies, loving forget-me-nots... I feel happy when I see the flowers bloom and their colours and smell their aromas," Linka tore herself away from the recovering lily and went to a hidden stone chest and opened it and withdrew a wheel of cheese and a pound of meat that was already cooked. "I feel that this world lacks flowers. I know flowers make other people happy so I garden." Linka pulled a glass plate from a shelf under one of the counters and a long, thick wooden slap and placed the meat onto it and pulled out a serrated knife and cut several thin pieces from the chunk of meat, then returned it to the stone chest where she withdrew a head of lettuce. She tore four leaves from it and placed it back, then put the crisp leaves onto the slices of meat, which formed two piles on the cutting board. The cheese was easy to cut through, making two decent-sized slices and placing them on top of the lettuces.
On the window sill was a loaf of bread that she took and cut into it as well, creating four slices. She then put the sandwiches together and put them both on the plate and walked over to August to put the plate down. Along the way she retrieved two clay cups and placed them on the table, then fetched the clean water and poured it into them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, August," she said while pouring the liquid into the cups. "The bread is still warm; its home-made and fresh from this morning. I'm sure you've had far better meals where you're from, but I hope you do enjoy mine as well." Linka smiled and took the chair opposite of him and took a bite from her sandwich.
After she finished chewing her first bite, Linka glanced up to August and asked. "What brings you to this town anyway? Do you live around here?"
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"Flowers represent all the emotions people have. Romantic roses, friendly daisies, happy lilies, loving forget-me-nots... I feel happy when I see the flowers bloom and their colours and smell their aromas." That's not pride. That's being humble and modest, Pride thought sourly. He had been half hoping that Linka would start to gush about how perfect her flowers turned out to be under her care. It would make him feel a bit better being in her company, or so he thought. The idea of her having said such things made him a bit uneasy and why it did troubled him even more.
What was even more perplexing was that, even if he apologized, Linka was rummaging around in the kitchen preparing a meal for the two of them. Never before had he seen such kindness from a mortal, not toward him at least. He had to admit, this was the first time he'd ever given someone a chance to show their true colors before planting the seed of his being into their minds. It was a change that startled him and his discomfort was growing by the minute.
It wasn't Pride to say thank you so he didn't. The idea didn't even cross his mind. He warily picked up the sandwich and took a bite from it. The bread was warm in his mouth, the crunch of lettuce sweet and the beef rich and filling. "What brings you to this town anyway? Do you live around here?"
His gray eyes flickered upward as he swallowed. Pride set his sandwich down onto its plate and scratched at his nose. "I live just outside of town." He hesitated. "I just come for provisions and a chat or two at the inns," he finally decided on. If he mentioned that he was here for his "work," as he could have put it, she may have asked what he did which would just be better to avoid than attempt a lie.
"So when did you start growing your garde--"
"Augie!" The shout came from just outside Linka's front door and was followed by several raps on the wood. "Augie, did you say you were sorry?"
Pride's eyes narrowed slightly at the familiar ring of Sloth. And right when he was starting to enjoy himself. Was there nothing his sister could not screw up? If Link went to open the door and Sloth happened to accidentally...Pride pushed his chair back suddenly and stood a bit too quickly, having to grab the table for support before he fell. "It's my sister," he said as he straightened yet again. "Please, if you'll allow me," he said.
Pride hurried over to the door and opened it up. Before he could utter a word to his sister, she bobbed her little head and ducked under his outstretched arm into Linka's house. "I'm so sorry about this, Linka. She's...hard to control. I advise you don't, er, touch her. She doesn't like strangers doing that," he said, any type of lie to stop Linka from shaking hands with her. Sloth was too stupid to know how to control her influence and Pride didn't want Linka to lose her uplifting attitude, her spunk.
"Linka," Sloth repeated and took the seat Pride had just been sitting in. Her shoulders slumped and she rested her elbows on the table, chin in her hands. "Augie didn't give you aspree did he?" she asked.
Aspree. Whenever Pride decided to cart Sloth around with him to fulfill their dirty work, he told her they were going on 'a spree;' she could not grasp the fact that a spree was them flitting around the village, sucking away whatever virtues they could. She only understood that things changed about people whenever they did go on the sprees. "She's a bit slow," Pride muttered and rubbed his hand down his face in exasperation.
"Lark, I think it's best if you leave this woman's house. You're being quite rude," he said.
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7:12pm Jul 21 2012
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Linka was politely letting him finish his question as she took a small bite from her sandwich when a voice came from her door. She hadn't had many visitors and getting two in one day was quite a feat in her quiet life. Linka was about to stand up when August did and moved to the door quicker than she could have. Content with just sitting, Linka took her seat again and watched bemused as the child's head poked through the door. "Oh no, August, it's no trouble at all." she said while smiling. Children always had a special place in her heart because they were innocent and sweet, not to mention entertaining most of the time. She took note of her distaste for strangers touching her, so Linka decided to keep her distance.
When August instructed her to leave, Linka's brows curved together slightly and she said. "Oh no, she doesn't have to leave. I'm not offended," Linka smiled and tilted her head to the side. "If Lark wants, she can go to my garden and pick a pretty flower for herself." Linka leaned back and placed her hands on her lap, relaxing in her chair and still holding her smile. She trusted her garden wouldn't be damaged too badly, and one little flower wasn't going to cause any harm. Her gaze flickered to August to see if he would be alright with his little sister staying for a while. He seemed a bit flustered that she appeared, so sending her to the garden seemed like a decent thing to do. She was around, but not in his way at least.
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