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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:46:33 GMT -5
*She stopped, turning back slowly and meeting his gaze with her entreating, innocent, earnest blue eyes.* You- you don't have to tell me anything, of course...
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:49:18 GMT -5
"It must be hard, to have to learn about yourself from others." *He said, looking up at her.* "I'd be glad to tell you what you want to know."
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:51:24 GMT -5
*She nodded, taking a hesitant step towards him.* I don't want- you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, I would never...
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:52:11 GMT -5
"Just ask and I'll try to answer."
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:58:45 GMT -5
*Bella sat down on the loveseat next to him, biting her lip with her eyes on her hands while she thought. After a few moments of silence, she lifted her eyes to his face, one hand unconsciously fiddling with the ring on her left hand that she wasn't quite used to yet.* Did- did you really love me?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:00:32 GMT -5
*It hurt him, that she had to ask, but he couldn't blame her. He took a breath.*
"There was never any question... I did ... and I still do." *He said, his voice becoming almost inaudible towards the end.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:02:24 GMT -5
Why? *There wasn't any malice in the question, only genuine curiousity.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:04:13 GMT -5
"I... I couldn't say. I've never been articulate--I speak through actions. I wish I could tell you, I do, but... I could only show you." *He said.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:05:53 GMT -5
*She cocked her head, watching him carefully.* How?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:10:01 GMT -5
"I... think you could guess." *He said. Then his eyes widened a little.* "Not to say of course, that it was only... I ... I only mean that it's difficult to explain, for me."
*And it was true... the way he loved her wasn't something he understood or could recall precisely. It wasn't something concrete or easy to pin down. It was so vast and complex that he'd never attempted to.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:14:25 GMT -5
*The innocence in her eyes was almost overwhelming- in fact, every part of her, from the white ribbon in her golden hair, to the light, flowery fragrance she wore, to the slight turn of her head, all proclaimed a sweetness and innocence strange in a girl of her age who had lived in Paris for so long.* Could you show me?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:16:43 GMT -5
*That flustered him. As much as he wanted to, as much as he needed to after ten years of utter celibacy, he couldn't touch her. He couldn't hurt her like that. Not now.* "I hardly think... all things considered..." *He sighed.* "I can't do that, Bella. Not... yet."
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:21:13 GMT -5
Ok. *She gave him a small smile, looking back down at her hands for a moment.* How was the sex? How did we meet?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 23:22:52 GMT -5
"You dropped a letter and the wind blew it away... I caught it for you and invited you for coffee." *He said, chuckling a little at it.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 23:26:56 GMT -5
*Her smile widened slightly as she watched him.* What did we talk about?
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