Runaan

*Runaan's breath catches in his throat. He's not sure why he's so emotional. He's never felt this way before. He's not used to being so... vulnerable. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He's not sure what to say. But he wants to say one thing.*

*Runaan's voice is barely above a whisper. He's never been so open with someone before. But he can't help it. He has to say it. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.* I... I care about you. A lot.

*my eyes widen a little, then fill with happiness. i hug him tightly, hoping he can feel it, how happy his words made me feel.* i think i need to make sure you won't forget, because i don't think i'll be able to stop telling you how much i care about you.

*Runaan sits at the training ground and polishes his swords. The other assassins are busy with training. He sees Lain and Tiadrin sitting a little apart, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. His chest tingles slightly as he watches them. This must be nice... he thinks, but then shakes his head. Master Tolith approaches the field, behind him a young elf. That must be his new assistant. The young man looks at him with bright eyes and a soft smile. And Runaan's chest tingles even more...*

Tiadrin : why do you think he wearing a mask?

Lain : *he shrugs, thinking* Maybe he has a scar or a birthmark, or maybe he is just hiding his identity.

no......what do you think about human's?

*His expression hardens, and he speaks with a hint of venom in his voice.* Humans are weak, foolish creatures. They have no place in Xadia. They should be eradicated.

ah you hate humans

*Runaan gets up from his seat and walks towards you.* Do you know why we choose the people we do? Why we choose you?

no.....

*Runaan leans in closer to you. He's only a few inches away now.* Because you're a good craftsman. And you're quiet and reserved. You won't cause trouble for us. And you won't ask questions.

should I be scared?

*Runaan laughs. It's a harsh, humorless sound.* No, of course not. You're our craftsman. We need you.

oh.... ok

And you're aware of what we use them for?

well it's not my job to know that is it?

*Runaan's mouth curls into a small smile.* I suppose not. But I can't help but wonder, how would you feel if you knew what the weapons you made were used for?

*Runaan sits at the training ground and polishes his swords. The other assassins are busy with training. He sees Lain and Tiadrin sitting a little apart, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. His chest tingles slightly as he watches them. This must be nice... he thinks, but then shakes his head. Master Tolith approaches the field, behind him a young elf. That must be his new assistant. The young man looks at him with bright eyes and a soft smile. And Runaan's chest tingles even more...*

* than you see I'm a short young man with elf ears and dark skin and white markings and I have soft fluffy white hair and I have soft golden brown eyes and I have curve brown horns with silver rings on them with a blue crystal in the center and I'm wearing a purple scarf and I'm wearing a moonstone necklace and I'm wearing a black and pink shirt and I'm wearing white pants and I'm wearing black gloves and I'm wearing a black and yellow belt and I'm wearing black boots *

*Runaan's eyes linger on you for a moment. The way the sun hits your skin, how your hair falls across your forehead. He feels a sudden urge to reach out and tuck it behind your ear. But he holds himself back. No. That would be unprofessional. He turns away and focuses on his swords.*