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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 13:47:02 GMT -5
*He reflexively grabbed her wrist to hold her back but let go when a shiver ran up his arm.*
"I... I've told you not to call me 'Sir.'" *He said quietly.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 13:50:43 GMT -5
*She met his gaze fearlessly, but a blush rose to her cheeks as the wind played with her hair.*
"That was a long time ago, Sir."
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 13:53:30 GMT -5
*He was suddenly angry.*
"So that's it, then? We move on, pretend we never knew eachother as anything but master and servant? You call me by the impersonal 'Sir' while eight years ago I had to work a whole summer for you to stop doing exactly that?!" *His voice rose just a tiny bit at the end of the last sentence.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 14:11:49 GMT -5
"That's it, Liam." *she said quietly and pointedly, trying to move away.* "Leave it be."
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 14:16:45 GMT -5
*Of course his anger lasted all of about ten seconds (he still didn't have a very good attention span, very much like his mother). Now he was just sad and resigned. He sighed a little and turned to go. He looked back wistfully for about a millisecond before urging the horse into a gallop. He sped away.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Feb 7, 2008 14:49:45 GMT -5
**THE SORCHA/LIAM TIMELINE**
*Ellie sat in the grass, a book in her hand, not really caring if she was getting her nice muslin all dirty and grass-stained. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders and she devoured the book eagerly: Bram Stoker's Dracula.*
How very marvelous! *She thought to herself, imagining as always herself in Mina's place; imagining herself as the heroine. She couldn't wait for the day she could live her own novel. Or maybe just write one.*
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