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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 17:42:22 GMT -5
*Finally Lark reemerged, looking somewhat decent for what she could manage without a mirror. Smoothing her hair behind her ear, she tried not look disappointed that only the younger brother awaited her. She smiled, sliding her hands over her skirt.*
"I...uh..." *She called out, assuming he could still hear here.* "...left them where I found them."
*She lowered her eyes before turning to Kip.*
"Al'right. Ready as I'm gonna get, I suppose."
*She gestured to the door, letting him lead though she realized that he had no idea where they were going.*
"It's not too far. Just the round at the campsite up the hill. Think you can manage it?"
*Her eyes sparkled, but it was the thought of the one she was leaving behind that put it there.*
((He seems chatty. Did you want to post on the way or just get there?))
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 2:27:35 GMT -5
((He is chatty, but we could just get there or not, depending on your preferences.))
"For you, I think I could justa bout manage anythin'," *he said with a grin. There was something charming in his brash, youthful and slightly awkward manner.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 6:48:43 GMT -5
((I'd like to get to know him better, given the option. I'll post in Everywhere Else after this.))
*Lark looked a bit confused, but figured that friendliness just ran in the family. She wondered how many there were in total, the way they bantered gave her reason to expect more. Were they in Paris too? She slipped through the door and out into the evening air, cooler for the recent rain but hardly cold. Refreshing. Her eyes found Kip and she nodded with a sweet smile. There was something charming about him, a friendly eagerness that was endearing. She hoped he'd manage to keep it as he aged, it would keep him young.*
"Oh, I'll do my best to make sure you don't have a time getting home in one piece."
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 10:52:41 GMT -5
"If I had t'be broken, I think I'd want you t'be the one t'do it," *he chuckled as they walked along. He fumbled with his hands for a moment, then shoved them in his pockets.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:20:09 GMT -5
***SEVERAL DAYS LATER***
*Lark peeked in the stables, all grins and a bit antsy. Instead of calling out, she started to wander, seeking out Jake on her own quietly, her hands tucked behind her.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:30:10 GMT -5
*Jake was alone in the tack room, oiling a harness with his back to the door.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:32:12 GMT -5
*She snuck up behind him quietly with a huge grin. Without a word, she covered his eyes with both hands, trying terribly hard not to giggle.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:36:32 GMT -5
*Jake tried not to roll his eyes.*
"'m busy, Liz," *he muttered.* "Cain't it wait 'till I git home?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:38:38 GMT -5
"Nope." *She whispered deviously.*
"Cause that means another day without you, and I just won't have it."
*Without moving her hands away, she rocked, nuzzling her nose into his hair affectionately.*
"A girl's got her limits, after all."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:47:24 GMT -5
*Jake shot to his feet, electrified.*
"Jesus girl, whaddaya at?" *he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck where she'd been all...touching him and stuff.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:52:09 GMT -5
"Uh..." *Lark looked a little confused. Wasn't it supposed to be nice? She tried again, brightly retrieving a small flower from the waistband of her skirt and offering it to him with a nervous sweetness.*
"I just...I didn't want you to get bored."
Like you promised not to.
*She swallowed, rocking a bit. She felt the need to babble swelling again.*
"And these were just too nice not to share. I mean, they're lovely, it's all lovely...but I'd be happy without any of it. I just...I thought you'd come see me instead."
*She bit her lip, her timid smile trapped between her teeth.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 16:56:39 GMT -5
*Jake took the flower and stared at it. They were from the cottage garden. And he surely hadn't given them to her. He gulped slightly.*
"...I'm much obliged," *he said shortly, bending to pick up the harness he'd dropped.* "But I..I cain't accept this...I cain't take nothin' from ya, Lark," *he shook his head, handing the flower back to her.* "An' I cain't come'n see ya."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 17:00:09 GMT -5
"Wait..."
*She stared at the flower in his hand, not understanding.*
"But...you said...I thought..."
*Her eyes wandered slowly up to his, desperate for information.*
"Don't you want to see me anymore?" *She squeaked.*
You promised.
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 17:01:56 GMT -5
"...'snot a question of what I want," *he said softly, his eyes holding hers, burning with all the feeling and desire he could not--would not allow himself to express.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 23, 2008 17:04:28 GMT -5
Then what the hell is it?
*Lark swelled in righteous indignation and wounded pride. Well at least that was all she would admit to being wounded. A moment later she slapped him right across the face. Hard.*
"I can't believe you! You...you..."
*She vibrated in rage, the pain in her hand driving her on and she clenched it, pulling it back precariously.*
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