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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 16:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 16:37:07 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Liam managed to open the door without dropping the package and went to set it on his bed. He opened it, laying out on the sheets a package of fudge, undoubtedly his mother's, some books he'd wanted from the home library, Liam's favorite tea, and an envelope with a note and some pictures. Liam pulled out the note and began reading it as the pictures--those he'd taken with Sorcha on their picnic so many months ago--fell out.*
Liam- Developed the pictures for you. Made the fudge, got the tea, sent the books. Love, Mum
*He reached down to pick up one of the pictures.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 16:50:39 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 16:50:39 GMT -5
*Sionn knocked on the door.*
"Liam? I've got that book you wanted to borrow..."
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 16:51:49 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 16:51:49 GMT -5
*Liam turned and opened the door.*
"Oh. Right." *He was still holding the picture that he'd taken of them together.* "Come in; I've opened the fudge."
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:07:08 GMT -5
"FUDGE?" *Sionn pounced on it, scooping up a piece and cramming it into his mouth, beaming.* "What else'd you get from Manderley? Any news? I mean--uh...anything happening?"
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:08:20 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:08:20 GMT -5
*There was really something weird going on here.*
"A friend of mom's getting married at the estate. Nothing else exciting." *He sat on the bed but managed to knock the pictures off and onto the floor.*
"Oh, dammit..." *He muttered, moving to pick them up.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:11:12 GMT -5
*Sionn bent to help him pick up the pictures, but paused, seeing them. Then he whistled, lowly.*
"That your sister?" *he teased before flicking over to a picture of the two of them kissing playfully for the camera.* "...I suppose not. Was she any good?" *he asked with crude humour.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:13:44 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:13:44 GMT -5
*He turned faintly pink but gave Sionn a glare that meant 'dude, don't say shit like that'.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:17:29 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:17:29 GMT -5
"Whaaaat it's an honest question? Come on--I mean, judging by her clothes..." *here his voice dripped with a hint of derision.* "...she's, what, a milkmaid? No, don't tell me, she came in one morning and laid a lot more than the fire. I hear redheads are wildcats..." *He laughed darkly.* "Come on, Liam, tell me. They're only bits of fun. You can share."
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:18:58 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:18:58 GMT -5
"Please. Stop." *He said darkly, eyes turning cobalt.* "We were childhood friends."
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:24:20 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:24:20 GMT -5
"So I see," *he said, rolling his eyes.* "You don't stick it up childhood friends, Liam. We call girls like her tarts, nowadays." *he added dryly with a leer.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:25:33 GMT -5
*He stood, resisting the urge to punch Sionn.*
"Don't. Call her. A tart." *He ground out, before putting the pot over the fire.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:33:54 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:33:54 GMT -5
"Well I was trying to be gentle but would you prefer I called her a slut?"
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:35:37 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:35:37 GMT -5
*Liam turned abruptly.*
"If you insist upon speaking that way about Sorcha, then I request that you leave this room." *He snapped.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:41:50 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Apr 15, 2008 17:41:50 GMT -5
"Don't be stupid, Liam--she's only a girl," *he said quietly, looking at him strangely.*
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A Dorm
Apr 15, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
Post by Liam on Apr 15, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
"No, actually. She's not. I was going to propose to her, but she got married to someone else." *He said bitterly.* "So you'll excuse me for being defensive, but no, she's not a tart, slut, or anything else you come up with."
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