Private Tales Here We Go Again

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
A sharp pang shot through Arisa’s heart as Willis suddenly pulled away, and the repulsed expression that spread across his features shattered a part of her heart. Her tears continued to flow silently as she stood to her feet as well. But unlike Willis, she didn’t immediately go for her clothes. Instead, she reached for him, the flats of her palms seeking to cup the side of his face and pull his gaze back to her.

“No, let’s not,” she whispered, her voice trembling with trepidation. She was afraid that he’d suddenly reject her, knowing what she did. She appeared desperate, her eyes searching his and wide with a rare and true fear. “Willis, I thought I would never see you again. Please, please don’t think any less of me. He has a better life wherever he is now than I could have ever given him.”

And that abandoned child was exactly why she’d worked so hard to build a fortune, just to give it to Qieane’s son. It was guilt, remorse for what she’d done and for the actions she’d taken.
 
Captain Davis had once told Willis that the best way to know a person was through their eyes. A person could mask their body language and speak fluidly and succinctly but the eyes hold their true feelings, it is the hard if not nearly impossible to hide it because the eyes do not lie. Throughout the years, Willis always tried to gauge a person's motivations by staring directly into a person's eyes. What comes out from their mouth can be full of shit but if a person smiles when their eyes aren't then that's a bigger sign that a person is hiding something It doesn't matter how much honeyed words they can lace together in a sentence.

Ari's eyes was full of fear something that was rare for Willis to see, whenever she was kidnapped her eyes were that of irritation and confusion but rarely fear. It wasn't a surprise displaying fear in the Outer City of Alliria was a good way of getting a person killed or used. Only the hardened of people can survive the docks and streets of Alliria and even then only very few thrive. Willis' face was mixture of emotions; sadness, confusion and desperation all rolled into one. His body begging him to turn back and rejoin the others at the camp maybe talk to Kikwi about this mess. As far as Willis knew, Kikwi was the only friend who can guide Willis out of this mess.

He shouldn't have been surprised at the whole ordeal being a womanizer hungry for sex meant that he would've left a trail of babies in his wake. Yet here Willis was staring at a begging Ari like a Dreg staring mindlessly at a piece of fruit and the first thing on his mind was to run away. It was funny when he discarded his original name he built Willis Reede to be this strong and confident confident man that the boy wasn't. Willis Reede would make a decision and stick with it, Willis Reede would always look a person in the eye and laugh, Willis Reede would always shout back to his mother and tell her that she was an evil, abusive witch, Willis Reede was everything that he thought that a man should be.

However when it came to Ari's revelation that they had a son together and is telling him not to abandon her. That fortress that Willis built for himself over the years came crashing down and in the rubble left that boy again shaking and indecisive.

He was once again Amare.


Willis closed his eyes, he wanted to embrace Ari and tell her that he loved her but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Right now he didn't know what to do all Willis could think of was the time he left Ari when they first had sex and how he desired to be with her, yet Ari refused to go. Willis found himself letting go from Ari's embrace and turned around heading to the camp only to stop a few steps in.

"You know," Willis said. "If you've told me that you were pregnant back then. I would've left Captain Davis and raised our son together. I would've married you Ari."

The words came out shaky but in Willis' heart he knew it was the truth, Ari was his first woman he gave himself to, the first woman he ever loved. Yet years of separation had hardened the both of them and tore each other apart. Even if they were married ever since that revelation it felt that the two of them were more separated than ever. But it did explain a lot of Ari's bitterness towards Willis, his heart once swelling with euphoria was now shattered just like persona of Willis Reede he built for himself.

And it was all his fault.

Willis continued to make his way to the camp raking his arm over his face. Fresh tears came out from his eyes, genuine tears something that didn't happen since his mother abandoned him.
 
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“Would you have?” Arisa said, the words falling from her lips before she could stop herself. She could see the change in his features, she could see Willis regressing before her eyes into that familiar boy, the one that was broken and miserable when she encountered him after coming to Alliria from Oriel.

The repulsion that preceded his claim, was not lost on her, and it was like a punch to her gut. Worse than that, it was more like a knife. One that barely missed any vital organs. “Is that what it would have taken, Willis? To lay a trap, like some whore carrying a noble’s child?”

She paused, her chest heaving as she sucked in a sharp breath of air. “You wanted to go. I asked you to stay. I begged you. Do you remember the last thing I said to you?”

Arisa watched as Willis turned and strode away from her, torn to shreds by the realization of what had happened eight years ago, when he boarded Captain Davis’s ship. It felt as if she watched him walk away more and more as they grew older.

“Don’t leave me, Amare,” she whispered as he moved further from her, echoing those words in near perfect mimicry of that day so long ago. She didn’t know if he heard her or not, and as he disappeared into the shadows the thief turned, sinking the ground once more. Her hand rose, palm placed over her breast as if merely touching the skin above her heart might assuage the pain that once more shot through her.

It was hours before she came back to the camp, and when she did, she propped herself up against one of the trees near the edge of their stopping point.
 
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