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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 19:18:29 GMT -5
*Her eyes fell shut as she tried not to cry.*
"Yes," *she said in the smallest of voices.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 19:20:47 GMT -5
"Well why?" *He asked, not angrily but certainly passionately. He stood and gestured to the land around him.* "Why should you confine yourself to the same place when you could see the whole damn world?" *His arm moved out to gesture to the sea. There was an almost pleading sound to his voice.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 19:22:38 GMT -5
"I can't, Liam!" *she cried desperately. A moment later she stood as well, angry now at his blind idealism, as if he blamed her for not having all the things she desired.*
"You think it's so damn easy to just go out into the world and do as you please? That's not the life everyone was born to!"
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 19:25:32 GMT -5
*He glared at her, taking a step closer to her.*
"But you don't get it! You can!" If you'd just let me show you the world, shining, shimmering splendid...
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 19:29:30 GMT -5
"I am the daughter of a stablehand and a washerwoman--don't you DARE tell me what I can and cannot do! You," *she sneered.* "--who's never been told "no" for anything! Don't for one MOMENT preach to me about the beautiful possibility in the world when part of you MUST know that I can never deserve a damn bit of it!" *she ended on a shout carried out to sea by the wind that drove her tears to an icy chill against her cheeks.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 19:32:17 GMT -5
*He glared at her for a moment and, knowing his words wouldn't make her understand what he was trying to tell her and what he was trying, still, to explain to himself, he kissed her. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and kissed her deeply, almost desperately, as if his lips would make her understand.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 19:36:37 GMT -5
*If Sorcha was caught off guard, she covered it quickly and well, her work-callused hands sliding up the back of his neck to thread her fingers through his hair. She sighed lightly and gently bit his lower lip without really thinking about what she was doing.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 19:37:59 GMT -5
*This didn't faze him... he was far too busy kissing her to notice, One hand moved to the nape of her neck and the base of her skull to pull her closer to him.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 2, 2008 19:42:50 GMT -5
*Sorcha shuddered lightly in his arms, lost in a whirl of foreign sensation that felt so utterly right it frightened her. Even he pressed closer to her, she was stepping back, breaking the moment and turning away with hot tears fresh in her eyes as her heart thundered against her ribs.*
"Damn...damn ye, Liam de Winter!" *she said in a rough whisper, not even looking at him as she turned and fled down the path that lead through the treehouse and back towards the grand house and the tiny stone cottage set against the spice-scented fir woods beyond.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 2, 2008 19:44:06 GMT -5
*He looked after her in despair for a moment, but eventually sat on the edge of the cliff, thinking deeply about what he'd just done. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.*
"Shit."
((Heh. There'll be no going back to Tommyboy now.))
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 3:49:39 GMT -5
((Not unless she starts trying to be perverse and prove something to herself.))
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Post by Liam on Feb 3, 2008 8:04:07 GMT -5
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 8:46:22 GMT -5
((Oh man, btw, I heard on the radio today someone sending out best wishes to Sorcha on her eighth birthday and I nearly died.
Also, they pronounced it Sor-ka, and I've been hearing the Scottish version of Sor-sha in my head until now and I can't tell which one I like more.))
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Post by Liam on Feb 3, 2008 8:47:36 GMT -5
((I rather like Sor-sha, but the MacNs are ridiculously Irish... Sor-ka probably makes more sense.))
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:28:38 GMT -5
**LATER**
*Liam led Sorcha to the cliff and let go of her hand only to spread out the blanket and lay out the food: chicken salad made from last night's roast chicken, about half a baguette for sandwich making, some fudge his mother had made and two apples. Oh, and water. He sat down, smiling happily.*
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