Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Feb 12, 2014 13:42:03 GMT -5
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"Don't go away," It was a pleading request, not an order. It was the sound of a broken heart and desperation, "They don't need you. They'll just hurt you like they hurt everyone else."
A young man knelt down and gently ruffled the little boy's hair. The boy couldn't have been more than six years old, his cherub cheeks ruddy from the tears that left streaks on his face. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, "Don't go, Cleo. I love you."
Cleo Aboloft, current Dark Knight of the UCA Academy, jerked awake. He was still sitting at his desk, upper body now draped over papers. They scattered as he sat up and the twenty-two year old scoffed in annoyance. His nights were rough and the last few days had given him little rest. He must have drifted off during work, though it was unclear how long he'd been out.
He ran a hand through his white hair and took a deep breath. Dreams of his younger brother, Blair, were rare. He usually tried not to think about his family, especially the day he'd left them. How long ago had that been? Eight years? His brother had only been six and he fourteen. It felt more like a lifetime. Cleo wasn't even in contact with his family anymore. Blair would be about fourteen now and he couldn't help but wonder what he looked like, how he'd changed.
The Dark Knight stood up and stretched his sore back, groaning as his body cracked and flexed. His position had proved to be physically exhausting as well as mentally. Cleo was used to the mental strain- he did nothing but read in his spare time as a child and was regarded as a child prodigy for much of his life. But he was less successful when it came to physical strength. His body was thin and small and he was often regarded as delicate by many UCAs. It was a good thing he had perfect aim and deadly precision and accuracy. Most assassins did.
Cleo clipped his holster back on his belt and slipped from his office. He was taking a well needed snack and bathroom break or else he would probably fall back asleep. Mostly, Cleo just needed to get himself moving around.
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"Don't go away," It was a pleading request, not an order. It was the sound of a broken heart and desperation, "They don't need you. They'll just hurt you like they hurt everyone else."
A young man knelt down and gently ruffled the little boy's hair. The boy couldn't have been more than six years old, his cherub cheeks ruddy from the tears that left streaks on his face. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, "Don't go, Cleo. I love you."
Cleo Aboloft, current Dark Knight of the UCA Academy, jerked awake. He was still sitting at his desk, upper body now draped over papers. They scattered as he sat up and the twenty-two year old scoffed in annoyance. His nights were rough and the last few days had given him little rest. He must have drifted off during work, though it was unclear how long he'd been out.
He ran a hand through his white hair and took a deep breath. Dreams of his younger brother, Blair, were rare. He usually tried not to think about his family, especially the day he'd left them. How long ago had that been? Eight years? His brother had only been six and he fourteen. It felt more like a lifetime. Cleo wasn't even in contact with his family anymore. Blair would be about fourteen now and he couldn't help but wonder what he looked like, how he'd changed.
The Dark Knight stood up and stretched his sore back, groaning as his body cracked and flexed. His position had proved to be physically exhausting as well as mentally. Cleo was used to the mental strain- he did nothing but read in his spare time as a child and was regarded as a child prodigy for much of his life. But he was less successful when it came to physical strength. His body was thin and small and he was often regarded as delicate by many UCAs. It was a good thing he had perfect aim and deadly precision and accuracy. Most assassins did.
Cleo clipped his holster back on his belt and slipped from his office. He was taking a well needed snack and bathroom break or else he would probably fall back asleep. Mostly, Cleo just needed to get himself moving around.
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