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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:02:35 GMT -5
*He took just a step or so towards her.*
"I'm glad she did."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:04:28 GMT -5
"It doesn't feel right," *she murmured, the crimson stains on her cheek spreading to the tips of her ears and down her neck a bit.*
It's rather warm in here...
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:06:50 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"Don't worry... everyone feels out of place."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:19:01 GMT -5
"Do you?" *she asked, looking him over from head to foot.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:21:04 GMT -5
*He nodded.*
"It's the first time my mother's allowed me to attend past the dinner. Of course I feel out of place."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:23:16 GMT -5
*Sorcha chuckled.*
"And when do y'get banished back to the nursery? As midnight chimes and ye turn back into a pumpkin?"
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:25:22 GMT -5
"She'll send me b..." *But the room was getting too loud with the conversations and the music and the dancing, and his words were drowned out...* "Come into the next room!" *He called over the din.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:27:43 GMT -5
*Sorcha nodded and followed him to a quiet, small study just off the hall, where a glowing fire was the only light to the room but for what spilled in from the hall through the open door.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:30:29 GMT -5
*He closed the door, not wanting anyone to overhear their conversation. He turned back to her.*
"I ... you ..." *He couldn't think of how to phrase it.* "Is there... anything... between us any longer?"
*He had to know. There would be no more lying awake and trying to figure out what had gone wrong and whether she'd still marry Tommy Finlay.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:33:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I'd say about five feet of Oriental carpet and a breeze."
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:33:52 GMT -5
*Something of anger sparked behind his eyes.*
"You know what I mean."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:35:05 GMT -5
"Nothing," *she said quickly.* "There's nothing, Liam."
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:35:59 GMT -5
*The anger quickly faded and his face became blank, set in stone. Impersonal.*
"I see. I won't bother you any longer." *He said in a businesslike tone, though there was the underlying thickness that indicated emotion. He turned and went to open the door.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 11, 2008 17:38:54 GMT -5
*Sorcha turned to face the fire and reached up to take off the borrowed tiara and raised a hand to take off the matching earrings as well.*
"Tell your mother I've left her things back in their places in her room," *she said quietly.* "I've chores to do."
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Post by Liam on Feb 11, 2008 17:40:34 GMT -5
"You've no chores to do; everyone's been given the night off." *He said bitterly, still not looking at her.*
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