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Richard's face shuddered with surprise, but then he schooled his face into a neutral expression. His gaze flickered up at Isolde's face and then down. "I think it's too late for that."

"It's never to late to do something, if you truly want it. There is always a second chance." She whispered. She didn't understand Why she was acting like this. He was supposed to spy on her, yet she seemed... attracted to him.

((Should they kiss? Please?))

((Sure, but Isolde initiates it because I don't think Richard would))

He shook his head. "I became what I hate for the sake of revenge. I sacrificed my soul for my cause." He looked down and pressed his teeth into his lower lip.

"There is always a chance for redemption." She said in a small voice. And then she did something unexpected. She kissed him.

Richard's eyes widened in surprise, and then a frown crossed his forehead. He did, however, kiss Isolde back, his lips barely a pressure on hers.

Isolde could feel Richard's hesitation, she wraped her hands around his neck. And deepened the kiss. She didn't understand the feeling of something warm pooling in her stomache. She didn't understand why she wanted to make that moment last more and more. The only thing she understood was that she loved every moment of it.

Richard continued kissing her, but when she tried to deepen the kiss, he backed away. He had enjoyed it, he honestly had, and that was the worst part of it. The woman he had been kissing was either Council or Resistance, and whichever she was, he felt like he was betraying his dead sister. He closed his eyes, inwardly chastising himself for kissing Isolde. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not entirely sure whether or not Isolde had heard him. He fumbled with the doorknob and stepped out. He shut the door and leaned back against it, a tear on his cheek.

Isolde stood with her back to Richard, while he left. She could still feel Richard's lips, firm yet gentle. She felt like an idiot. How could she like the feeling of kissing a Council spy, one who was supposed to be her fall.

Isolde and Richard arrive in Isolde's chambers. Richard helps her gently to sit on the couch. Isolde breaths faster for a bit. The morphines effects wore off, and now she was feeling the full efects of her wounds.
"Thank... You.. For... Helping...Me." She says trying not to show that she was in hellish pains. "Also I don't have love, not really. But if I'm going to change the world I'll need help. Maybe you'll see me achive what I want."

"I don't expect to live," Richard intimated, "not for much longer." He looked down, swallowing. "Do something good. This world could use it. I'm here to get my revenge on those that betrayed me and then the tyrants of this city."

"Why not both?" She says as she stands up. She loses her balance but she manages to hang on to Richard. " You might get to live after all. What will you do then?" She says looking him the eye." How do you expect to know what it's like to live if you've never truly had the chance?"

Then she did something that was the opposite of ger thoughts. She kissed him, softly her lips barely touching Richard's. Most of her thoughts were along the line of 'Screw this' or ' I'll be caught soon enough, so what does it matter.'

Richard kissed her back. This time, he was less hesitant and a bit less gentle. His hands came to rest on her arms for a second. Then he pulled away. This time, however, he did not flee in a flurry of self-hatred.

Isolde closed her eyes. "Tell me the truth. Do you really care for me? And if so, were you sent to spy on me?" She says opening her eyes and looking into Richard's eyes.

"I don't know," Richard whispered. "It's been too long since I've had anything in my heart besides revenge to know." He let out a shaky breath. "As for spying, I was sent to spy, but I can't say by whom."

Isolde leaned her head on Richards chest. She knew now certainly that only Devon Nyx could've set her up. She closed her eyes. " Promise me something. Promise me that if something were to happen to me you'll continue my work. You'll change this wretched world. And you'll live without feeling guilty about me."

"Isolde," Richard whispered, "you're a good person. You're noble, have good intentions, and. . . ." He trailed off, furrowing his brow. "I'm not, and I have nothing and my heart has been revenge for so long. I can't continue your work because I don't wish to destroy what you've worked for."

"Richard.... Deep down, even if don't belive me, you are a good person. You care for your sister and you try to avenge her. But she wouldn't want you to ruin your life. She joined the Resistance cause she wanted to help people, right? Then continue her work, if you can't continue mine." She said leaning on him. " And also... Please never forget me, even if The Council makes me dissappear." She said while hugging him.

"It's been too long for that." He glanced around and looked into Isolde's eyes. "I may as well have sold myself to the devil himself. It's too late for me by years." He bit his lip, and he squeezed Isolde's arms. "She was so good, happy. She loved her cause and they killed her needlessly. I can't work for the cause we both fanatics of, the cause that slaughtered her!" His voice rose in volume, and he swallowed, his throat dry. "But I'll tell you what I can do. I can protect you with my life." He bowed his head. A tear dripped from his tear duct to his cheek bone and then to the floor.

"I'd never ask of you to work with the Resistance." She as she closed her eyes. " Find a middle way, one that let's you live and let's you avenge your sister. But never forget who you are. Never lose your identity, do actions that define the good in you." She said looking at him, tears spilling on her cheeks.

"Good," Richard whispered, "but there's no difference I could make that could ever be enough. I'm sorry." He looked down, inwardly cursing who he was. "This is who I am now."

Isolde started to get dizzy so she sat on the couch. She looked at Richard, her emotions were so mixed. When she looked him in the eyes, she could see flickers of the person he was before the Resistance broke him.

" You are wrong, Richard. I belive you can change. Even if you don't realize it you are a good person inside. Saving me, helping me and talking to me, and the fact that you told me truth, even though I don't mean that much to you, prove what kind of person you are." She said while taking his hands in hers.


((Would Richard ever spontaniously kiss Isolde?Also Hi! ;)))

((Hi! Maybe, but further along in their relationship. He is I think a bit too conflicted to take the risk as things stand. =) ))

"Isolde," he said, averting his gaze, "there is nothing I aspire to be. You seem so sure that I am good, but I'm not. I'm here, aren't I? I'm standing here, in your chambers, when all you want is to make everything better and I want both the Council and the Resistance destroyed with as many members as possible, not including you, dead."

"Hmm it's true I want to make things better. But I also want a family, friends. Even if I try to make things better I'll need help along the way, this a road I can't take alone. And killing as many members won't sate your revenge wishes. Do you think that every Council or Resistance Member is evil? Do you think that every person in the Resistance approved of your sister's murder?" Just think about this a bit.

He flared his nostrils. "Not a one of them protested. They all watched with bated breath, waiting for her to die." His gaze came to rest on the floor. "Not one protested, and she was a fanatic on their side. I was the only one who tried to stop her murder, but there was nothing I could do." His voice cracked, and tears blurred his vision. A lump formed in his throat. He would have showed her the burn scar on his left arm which he had received in his attempt to save Meredith.

Isolde got up and Hugged Richard. She put her hands around Richard's face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Richard. I can't even help you." She said looking him in the eyes." I can't ever make it better for you. I feel so useless." Her legs started shaking but she eventually fell down.

"You're trying to help everyone else. I know there's no help for me left," Richard whispered, helping Isolde up and back to her seat. His dark eyes met Isolde's blue ones. "Don't ever try to follow my path."

"Why do you think there is No help for you? You are not your sister's murderers or some of the other Council members, or evil. Just because you think that there is no redemption for you that doesn't make it true. You are not cruel, Richard look inside you." Isolde said.

"Because what is there, Isolde? What is there? Am I not cruel? I want the Council and Resistance both dead. Tell me honestly that I'm good for that," Richard hissed, his eyes narrowing. He gulped. "Tell me that that is something noble. Don't lie."

Isolde closed her eyes. A lone tear slid on her cheek. Her bandages were starting to get soaked in blood. "I won't lie to you, Richard, you might be cruel, you might have done horrible things, you might think you are unworthy, but I still ... Care for you." Isolde said coughing. When she lifted her hand she saw it was red.

"I . . .like. . .you, but Isolde, you're too good for me, too honorable. I don't want to drag you down with me," Richard whispered. It was then he realized that Isolde was bleeding. "You're bleeding internally. I'll bring medics up here."

"Wait ..." Isolde said coughing." I… like… you too Richard. You… won't bring … me down. I'll … help you up." she said, with a small smile. She felt tired so she closed her eyes, and let darkness claim her once again.

Richard left her in the able hands of the medics, not even noticing a new tear as he ran his hands down his face. He stepped out of the door.

((Do you want to continue elsewhere in a few days RP time, or do you want to RP them first with other characters and then RP them together again?))

((Your choice))

((Helpful. Uh, how about at least one of us RPs with someone else (or Isolde could go to the Barn or something) just to develop our characters before having them meet up again?))

[A few days later...]

Isolde was resting at her desk, drinking some tea. She was recuperating after the operation, that narrowly saved her life. She heard a knock on the door.

Thana stood outside the door. "Isolde, dear, don't keep me waiting out here."

Isolde clenched her jaw. She slowly got up and went to open the door. "Thana, what a ... surprise." She said with a fake smile. " What brings you here?".

"Oh, I just wanted to know exactly what happened," Thana said with a smirk.

"Exactly what it says in the medical report." Isolde said with a dark look. "Is there any other reason for your visit, that will not waste my time? "

"Well, I /did/ hear something that might interest you..." Thana glared at Isolde.

"Well then... Come in" Isolde said as she let Thana enter. " Do you want some tea?" Isolde said as she sat at her desk.

"I suppose so," Thana said, pacing slowly around the room.

Isolde handed her a cup of herbal tea. " So, may I inquire about the information that was so important you had to come yourself to tell me." Isolde said joining her hands on the desk.

"I have some...informants...walking around the city. They had seen you walking around quite a lot before your, ah, accident." Thana said.

"Why yes, Why wouldn't I? You know I have to continue my research and I need to get the weekly reports from my students. I also like to go out once in a while. It doesn't seem likely that my accident is Related to my visits." Isolde says in a Sharp voice. "Also we should leave, there is a new Council Meeting."

"Hm. Fine." Thana swiftly walked out of the room without another word.