Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
Janine looked up to Raban as he spoke. Killing someone. Janine and Raban talked about the brief moments where you entertain the idea of taking a life the day before, but when it actually came to it, in the face of the very real possibility, the idea of being so close to doing so rather scared Janine. She didn’t want to be the one to take a person’s future away with her bare hands. Especially not to a man like Sir Kiegal. It was true that she was infuriated at him, but he was a man just like Raban - a man who had morals and was thoughtful and fair. She didn’t think she’d deal with taking his life in any capacity if she followed through. She was thankful that she managed to summon some form of self control in that moment.
Raban then spoke of him being the one to apologize, for putting her in such a terrible situation. She sighed inwardly, her head leaning in against his shoulder while in thought. Nothing could’ve been changed - he was stubborn in his ways, like a mule. She couldn't have changed his mind no matter how hard she tried, she knew that now. All she can do at this point is hope and pray that these things don’t become frequent - the suffering between the two of them wasn’t something she would be able to handle. But apparently, Raban was unable to die like normal humans. Was it exclusive to him, or was this common between all werewolves? It was a strange and curious question, one that Janine didn’t want to focus on at the moment - she wanted to focus on the here and now of the moment, and that was making sure Raban was okay.
She looked up when Raban complimented her about her being the best friend anyone could ask for. She felt her face grow warm with this growing sense of happiness, and once again, those vibrations in her throat came up again, noting her emotions; it was sweet of Raban to think about her that way. “Th-thanks, Raban. You’re a wonderful friend as well. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend with how caring and considerate you are.” She rearranged her arms to wrap around Raban’s body, squeezing him slightly for a hug. She knew that Raban wasn’t used to close contact, but she wanted to give him a hug - it felt to be the most appropriate thing to do at the moment.
Eventually, the silence was broken by another question. With no name spoken, Janine looked up to see Raban facing the door, and knew exactly who he was talking about. She sighed a little, shaking her head as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. To be honest, I haven’t been keeping track of time at all tonight. I’ve been more or less going through the motions,” Janine replied. It was then that Janine flinched with a groan as her stomach ached, growling noises easily being heard in the quietness of the Hall. How long had it been since she ate? Yesterday morning? Maybe? She couldn’t remember, but it felt like it had been forever. “S-sorry. I hadn’t eaten since morning,” Janine sheepishly said. She always felt embarrassed when her body made noises around Raban. She turned her head around, remembering the tray of food and water Sir Kiegal sat down for them. “Sir Kiegal left us some food and drink for us, Raban. If I’m hungry, you must be really hungry,” Janine said as she shifted her body to turn around and grab a couple of slices of bread and cheese. She warily sniffed the pieces of food, wondering if she could detect anything strange. It smelled fine enough, she supposed. She bit into the piece of bread and cheese, chewing them quickly before swallowing. “They taste pretty good together. Here,” Janine offered Raban a piece of bread and cheese, eating her food with quick bites as she watched Raban.
Raban then spoke of him being the one to apologize, for putting her in such a terrible situation. She sighed inwardly, her head leaning in against his shoulder while in thought. Nothing could’ve been changed - he was stubborn in his ways, like a mule. She couldn't have changed his mind no matter how hard she tried, she knew that now. All she can do at this point is hope and pray that these things don’t become frequent - the suffering between the two of them wasn’t something she would be able to handle. But apparently, Raban was unable to die like normal humans. Was it exclusive to him, or was this common between all werewolves? It was a strange and curious question, one that Janine didn’t want to focus on at the moment - she wanted to focus on the here and now of the moment, and that was making sure Raban was okay.
She looked up when Raban complimented her about her being the best friend anyone could ask for. She felt her face grow warm with this growing sense of happiness, and once again, those vibrations in her throat came up again, noting her emotions; it was sweet of Raban to think about her that way. “Th-thanks, Raban. You’re a wonderful friend as well. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend with how caring and considerate you are.” She rearranged her arms to wrap around Raban’s body, squeezing him slightly for a hug. She knew that Raban wasn’t used to close contact, but she wanted to give him a hug - it felt to be the most appropriate thing to do at the moment.
Eventually, the silence was broken by another question. With no name spoken, Janine looked up to see Raban facing the door, and knew exactly who he was talking about. She sighed a little, shaking her head as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. To be honest, I haven’t been keeping track of time at all tonight. I’ve been more or less going through the motions,” Janine replied. It was then that Janine flinched with a groan as her stomach ached, growling noises easily being heard in the quietness of the Hall. How long had it been since she ate? Yesterday morning? Maybe? She couldn’t remember, but it felt like it had been forever. “S-sorry. I hadn’t eaten since morning,” Janine sheepishly said. She always felt embarrassed when her body made noises around Raban. She turned her head around, remembering the tray of food and water Sir Kiegal sat down for them. “Sir Kiegal left us some food and drink for us, Raban. If I’m hungry, you must be really hungry,” Janine said as she shifted her body to turn around and grab a couple of slices of bread and cheese. She warily sniffed the pieces of food, wondering if she could detect anything strange. It smelled fine enough, she supposed. She bit into the piece of bread and cheese, chewing them quickly before swallowing. “They taste pretty good together. Here,” Janine offered Raban a piece of bread and cheese, eating her food with quick bites as she watched Raban.