chosenbytheplanet:
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chosenbytheplanet:
forgottensketchedmemories:
Namine tensed at his title. Witch of Time. She didn’t enjoy being called a witch. She gave the new comer a small smile. “Thank you for your concern, but…” she began, tucking a blonde lock behind her pale ear, ” I’m old enough to be out on my own.”
” Confidence is not a virtue…”
He breathed out once more. To find himself concerned about the well-being of this girl? Highly unlikely. The ex-general was not one to provide sympathetic gestures to anyone…
Underneath a belief that has been considerably out-dated, The chosen one…
Her cheeks turned a slight pink color. “I see…I suppose you’re right.” She cocked her head, “Might I ask your name?” She clutched her sketchpad a bit more, nervous by his presence. Something about him was so familiar. She had trouble placing it.
Subtle yet noticeable, his head shifted away from her. He stepped out to proceed to….
….nowhere…..he had no objectives. He did not have a intentional destination.
” My name is not something civilians should be aware of.”
A small sigh accompanied with each statement.
She raised her eyebrow at him and smiled slightly, “And why is that? Are you afraid of being judged?” she asked, offering him a gentle smile.
A harsh glanced followed by the girl’s last statement. Judged? The word was comedic. Anyone would would have the audacity to simply judge this man would be making a lethal mistake. Does this girl know how to defend herself? Petite, thin, as well as the innocence which reigned in her eyes. She did state that she was able to hold her own. However, with that physicality…many would judge otherwise.
” Judged by others is one thing however, my reputation is unfathomable…”
