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Post by Declan on Mar 9, 2007 19:06:35 GMT -5
Declan's eyes blazed with fury, but the fire died down a bit when he noticed that Virginia had left her cloak behind. He seized it and wrapping his own coat around himself, headed out the door, determined to find her.
He first saw Virginia; she was running down a dirt road that led from the inn. He followed at a considerable pace, waiting for her to slow down.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 9, 2007 19:58:31 GMT -5
*Virginia turned her ankle in a muddy patch and continued to hobble down the street, stopping to rest on a bridge, leaning miserably on the stone railing.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 15:01:10 GMT -5
Declan saw that Virginia had stopped; he broke into a run and reached her side on the bridge within half a minute.
“You fool. You forgot your cloak.” And me.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 15:06:24 GMT -5
"You needn't have bothered bringing it to me--I've no need of it now." *Virginia snatched the cloak from him and turned away to continue walking.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 15:08:34 GMT -5
Declan stared at her retreating back.
"I-I'm--sorry," he managed to choke out.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 15:14:11 GMT -5
*Virginia stopped but didn't turn around.* "I'm not--" *she faltered before she spoke again.* "--I'm not going to..." *She fell silent, not sure what she was fighting against, knowing only that she feared her pain might be all the greater if she let him hurt her again.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 15:27:20 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Declan repeated with a hint of great sadness in his voice.
"I never meant to hurt you in any way. I'm sorry." He turned to leave.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 15:31:43 GMT -5
"Do you know why?" *Virginia turned at last to speak to him, having found and gathered her scattered thoughts.* "Why it's difficult for me to trust the unspoken? Why it's difficult to trust you?" *she shook her sopping wet head. That sounded insulting.* "It's not you. It's...you. Plural. Rich men accustomed to having their desires understood, seen to, obeyed. Without speaking a word."
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 16:11:23 GMT -5
Declan turned to face Virginia but said nothing.
Then, a few minutes of heavy silence later, he said, "Well, I apologize on the behalf of all rich men. We're sorry."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 16:20:59 GMT -5
"It's not your fault," *she said.* "It's just..why. Why I'm like this. So contrary. It's an excuse and for that I'm sorry but it's who I am and it's all I've got." *She stared at her feet as tears slid down her cheeks.* "I'll always be this mad, shrewish, insecure little girl. I can't help it. But I can see that's why you despise me, now."
((Work's almost done! *gets ready to run home*))
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 16:35:11 GMT -5
"I don't despise you. I have never despised you and I never will. Don't think that of yourself." Declan's emotionless features softened as he walked to Virginia and embraced her.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 16:41:02 GMT -5
*Virginia melted into Declan's arms and cried on his shoulder, her tears warm in the cold rain.* "I'm sorry," *she sobbed.*
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 16:49:26 GMT -5
"No, I am sorry. I'm sorry that I put you through everything. I'm sorry that I failed to understand you properly. Shh," Declan said, as he rubbed her back soothingly.
"Come now. We must get you warm before you catch a cold." He pulled back from their hug and took her hand in his, leading the way.
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 10, 2007 16:54:55 GMT -5
((Heading home. BRB.))
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Post by Declan on Mar 10, 2007 16:59:16 GMT -5
((All right. See you when you get back!))
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