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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 20:21:25 GMT -5
*He'd expected her to be shocked, horrified. Instead...this. It was a relief.*
"I've never been so angry in my life." He said, as though trying to explain himself.
Was he trying to justify it to her? To himself, and his conscience?
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 20:24:48 GMT -5
"I... I know." *And she did know. She knew he could be angry enough to kill someone, and she loved him all the same, even if it was hard to say it, even if it was hard to touch him.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 20:29:13 GMT -5
"Thank you."
Too conscious of it's weight now, he quickly unstrapped the weapon and let it fall onto the seat of the chair. It still felt as though he carried it when he returned to her side.
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 20:31:03 GMT -5
*His presence wasn't so frightening now. It wasn't as hard to reach out her hand to touch his as she looked him in the eye.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 20:35:12 GMT -5
*He held her hand, feeling a bit better that she wasn't as afraid*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 20:37:23 GMT -5
"I love you." *She said softly, though she couldn't move closer.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 20:56:00 GMT -5
"I love you, too."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 21:15:15 GMT -5
"I'm sorry I can't..." *She sighed.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 21:19:44 GMT -5
"It's all right. Don't worry about me. All that matters is you."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 21:31:18 GMT -5
"It's not that you... I just..." *She attempted to explain.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 21:34:53 GMT -5
"I won't touch you." He said gently. "Not unless you say I can."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 21:40:13 GMT -5
*She looked him in the eyes, her own tortured and dark. When he said it like that...*
"I'm so sorry." *She whispered, anguished.*
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Post by Marius on May 10, 2008 21:44:41 GMT -5
"Don't be. It's not your fault." He said earnestly. She shouldn't have to say sorry at all. Not for this .
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on May 10, 2008 23:04:49 GMT -5
*She took his other hand and tentatively, very tentatively, rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't touch him anywhere else, as the idea of more closeness intimidated her, but she did this much, at least.*
How did I end up with someone so perfect? *She asked herself.*
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