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  1. "Hey, no worries, alright?" She responded, though the smile she gave him was a sad one. Her shoulders rose and fell with a soft shrug, and then she crossed her arms tightly across her chest. "Yeah, I like him. But its not a big deal." Her feelings were hurt, though she had no reason for them to be. Alkor had never once hinted at a relationship, and he could not be accused of stringing her along by any stretch of the imagination. No, this pain she felt was entirely her fault. She had found hints of romance where there were none. For that, she could not blame him. "So don't apologize," she fin
  2. Happy Thanksgiving! I am so thankful to have you lovely people in my life. :)

    1. Daeron

      Daeron

      Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Shelby! I hope you have a great day and have a good time!

    2. Zero

      Zero

      What Daeron said milady.

    3. Primrose

      Primrose

      I'm thankful for you always helping me XD Have a nice day Lessa!~

  3. Going to bed happy.

    1. Mari

      Mari

      Yay happiness

    2. Daeron

      Daeron

      I'll be waiting in bed for you ;)

  4. His message had come out of nowhere, but it had not surprised her. The woman had figured that he would reach out to her at some point, and so his message did not catch her entirely off guard. And truthfully, she found herself delighted by his note. She certainly enjoyed his company, and she had been wondering what he had been up to. Besides, these quests were brand new. Lessa had no idea what they were about, and she figured Daeron was the perfect player to explore them with. She spotted him from quite a distance away, but he did not make any motion to let her know he spotted her. The woman
  5. "Yes, me," she replied with a small laugh. "I mean it! I'm really good at working with people, but I still struggle with sorting out my own emotions. I can hand out advice all day, but taking my own often proves difficult." As he spoke of beaches, Lessa turned her face into the wind. It gently brushed back her hair, and she closed her eyes. There was a moment of clarity as she took a deep breath, drinking in the night, and filling her lungs with the cool air. "I've been to the beaches of the Great Lakes a few times," she told him without opening her eyes. "But I've never been to anything lar
  6. Lessa let out a peal of her own laughter as Alkor's voice changed. His voice was beautiful, and she found herself hoping that he would not resort back to the detached, matter-of-fact one that she had come to know. In that brief moment, she had been given a glimpse into Alkor's real life. Or no, not Alkor. The voice she had heard came from the man himself. The man who was confined to a bed somewhere, attached to the nerve gear that brought him to her. She placed his accent somewhere in the southern United States, but she did not know enough to be more specific. Our bodies could be lying just ho
  7. Her eyes dropped to her lap as he took a seat beside her. The evening air was cooler, and the breeze was a bit more powerful than it had been previously, though it was still nothing especially bothersome. It had just enough kick to bend the blades of grass to its will, and blow a few strands of blonde hair around her head. Both hands reached back to pile her hair over her right shoulder, and her fingers began working out the kinks. Straightening out her hair was another terrible nervous habit that she had been unable to break. "You don't have to apologize," she replied, still letting her fin
  8. "No," she replied, though far too quickly. She blinked a few times at her own rushed response. After everything that had happened, she still could not let him go. It was a a terrible, wonderful thing, having him so close to her. It killed him, but it brought her life. And the selfish player could not see it any other way. "I don't want you to go." He seemed more at ease now, which was good. Lessa recognized that she had seen him at his worst, and though she prayed she would never see it again, she knew, deep down, she would. Their friendship, if that was the appropriate word, was a strange o
  9. And like that, the weight from her midsection was lifted. Alkor had removed himself from her body. Off to do something else, though she knew not what. The woman they called Wild Rose did not even open her eyes as her... attacker?... moved away. Instead, she rolled to her side, curling up into a pitiful ball in the tall grass. She arched her back, drawing her knees to her chest, and hugging her arms tightly across the front of her breastplate. The position gave her some comfort as she waited for his next move. Was he preparing to kill her, looming over her frightened body with his weapon drawn?
  10. Her lips parted as she went to speak. Why, he had asked her. Because he was the closest thing she had to family in SAO. Because every morning when she woke up, she checked her friends list to ensure that he was still there, that he was still alive. Every evening, before drifting off, she did the same. He occupied her thoughts all of the time. Was it romance? Maybe not. But it was real, whatever it was. He had become a brother to her in the short time she had known him, and the thought of anything happening to him made her sick. But she did not have the opportunity to tell him all of this.
  11. Completely horrified, the young woman took a panicked step backwards. Again, her sympathy had been met with nothing but harsh words and irrational behavior. What am I doing wrong? Her mind frantically raced to create some sort of explanation, to provide her with some sort of Plan B. But there was nothing. Alkor gave her nothing to work with, and left her utterly clueless. There was no pattern here. He would drop down to his knees before her, but shy away from her touch. He tore her hands away from his face, put placed his own hands on hers only moments later. She had no idea what he was doing,
  12. "Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar."

    1. Zelrius

      Zelrius

      Ah. Oh that reminds me, I need to read some of the newer Journals. Then Speaking of movies, I am going to go watch Braveheart.

    2. Lessa

      Lessa

      Have fun! Still haven't seen that one.

    3. Zelrius

      Zelrius

      I'll try to have fun. And you should try to see it sometime. My father loves it says it is fantastic. So I "get" (Have) to watch it.

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  13. But I'm le tired. :(

    1. orhalimi

      orhalimi

      Lessa make me a sword!

  14. "Claim, hello!" Lessa cried, coming forth from the depths of her shop. She had some soot on her cheeks, but they were still rosy red from the heat of the fire. "I'm glad you were able to come up with the materials. Your equipment is ready for you." The blonde flashed the other player a broad smile, then brought up her trade window. [Lessa loses Gauntlets of the Guardian Angel. She acquires 17 materials.]
  15. He held her face in his hands, and though his body shook and his eyes burned, his touch was remarkably gentle. She let out what breath was left in her lungs in a small, surprised puff. His words worked to tear the poor girl in two. Of course, the pain that he was experiencing was a knife to her heart as well. She cared so deeply for Alkor, and seeing him in such a state was nerve wracking to say the least. She was dumbstruck, and the woman who once prided herself on her ability to help others found that she was at a complete loss. The swordsman with the brown hair did not need her words of adv
  16. As his brown eyes grew damp with tears, Lessa took a surprised, unsteady breath. What was happening to him? Maybe she was reaching him after all. She had shared her feelings with him, feelings that she had kept bottled up for so long. She had not wanted to push him away, or make her feel uncomfortable. But the moment had felt right, and she had taken a risk. His tears, and the sweet tenderness he was showing her suggested maybe it had been the right move. But then he jerked her hands away. It caught her off guard, and as he threw them aside, she lost her balance. The girl tipped, crashing to
  17. There are so many feels flying around this place right now.

    1. Mari

      Mari

      I made more feels

    2. claim

      claim

      *swing his arms around to try and stop the feels but it over come by them Nooo!! LOL

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  18. It was as if something had snapped in him. Before she understood what was going on, he was at her feet, his amber eyes finding her blue ones with such urgency. And the words he spoke to her, filled with so much pain and confusion. What had happened to him? In that moment, he had changed completely. This was the side of him that she had waited to see for so long. The emotion she had pestered him about for as long as she had known him. And now, with everything she had wanted right in front of her, she felt her heart breaking. "Oh Alkor," she whispered breathlessly. He was so lost, and she was
  19. "If it had been you in trouble," she replied plainly, "I would have." She did not want to let those words hang too long, as they were a bit more forward than Alkor would probably appreciate. They could certainly be understood as a guild master looking out for her guild, but she meant it differently, and she suspected he knew that. "You did what you felt was right," she continued. "You looked out for another player, and were there in her time of need. If it came down to bloodshed, I truly believe it was the only possible answer." She paused, then shook her head. "If that act is not deservin
  20. The edge of his long cloak brushed the backs of her legs as he turned, and she listened to Alkor take his leave. So that was it, then? A brief exchange, and they would go their separate ways? It made sense, in a way. All she had wanted was an answer, and he had given that to her. He had nothing else to offer, and she had no further questions. So why did something still feel unfinished between the two of them? Why did she still feel unsatisfied? Lessa had expected an entirely different story. Though she was embarrassed to admit it, she had foolishly concluded that he and Mari decided to st
  21. As he told his story, she felt herself growing even more conflicted than she had been before. He spoking of seeking justice for a little girl and her mother, and putting an end to not a man, but a monster. It all sounded so harmless when he said it said it like that, in that voice which had always brought her comfort. In fact, it sounded heroic. But he had still killed another player. She vivdly remembered him speaking of player killers, and how completely twisted they were. How could a person kill another, when there was already so much danger programmed into SAO? It was senseless. But he
  22. Lessa

    Chuggs Journal

    Thank you for making those edits. Welcome to Aincrad! Approved.
  23. The moment she saw him approaching, she turned her back to him. So it is not just a glitch in my menu, she thought to herself, closing her eyes tightly. When she opened them again, they shone with the first sign of tears. But she bit the inside of her cheek, hard, fighting to keep the tears from falling. Crying now would do her no good. She heard the grass crunch beneath his boots, and when all sound ceased, she could feel his presence directly behind her. But she could not turn around. Her stomach had already tied itself into knots at the thought of him being a player killer, and if she loo
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