06-23-2011, 01:24 AM
"Hello?"
Laiden didn't move. It wasn't long before he caught a brief flash of the girl in shackles. Her hair was dark - like his. Instead of responding to her inquiry, the youth kept silent. This must be the one they were sacrificing: the Blackbeard. His blue eyes met her green ones without blinking. She had inched forward until her bonds kept her from moving. Laiden's features were still and peaceful as he watched her lips move.
"L," he whispered. He never spoke: this was something he never did. Laiden whispered because his voice was so unused it would be hoarse. It had been years since he truly spoke.
"You look sad."
Laiden's eyes blinked rapidly for a moment, and he smiled sadly. You do, too. He never spoke, but his expression conveyed it. The teen shifted until he was at the point where he could reach Scarlett from where he sat. There was a moment of silence in which the waves were the only sound. The boy watched Scarlett as she watched him. Marveling at how the darkness seemed to cling to the both of them, Laiden offered a friendly smile. "Can't sleep," he whispered. Slowly he reached a pale hand out from the blanket wrapped about him.
His cold fingertips just barely reached the shackles. Brushing them, Laiden frowned. "Cold?" He coughed lightly. He hadn't used his voice in so long that the rasping feel was more than uncomfortable. Letting his fingertips touch the metal about Scarlett's wrist again, he fell silent and still as the darkness about them.
((:squee: L and Scarlett are talking! :lol: Well . . . talking as much as Laiden can. :sarcasm:))
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