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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Mar 5, 2008 15:37:07 GMT -5
*She knew that, of course, but she'd been handling her own traumas since she was very small, and old habits died hard. She sighed and wrapped her arms (which were thinner than she remembered them) around his middle, resting her head on his chest. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror and cringed. She didn't appear to have brushed her hair for the weeks she'd been... off.*
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Post by Marius on Mar 5, 2008 18:44:51 GMT -5
*He wasn't letting go, and Aimee would probably have to be the one to pull away if she wanted to start setting herself back to rights*
"All that matters now, though, is that you're here. You're here and you're going to be all right."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Mar 5, 2008 18:46:28 GMT -5
*She nodded, tears leaking out the sides of her eyes. She blinked them back furiously before pulling back a little.* "I'm a mess."
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Post by Marius on Mar 5, 2008 18:55:42 GMT -5
*He gave a dry laugh*
"That makes two of us, my dear."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Mar 5, 2008 18:56:42 GMT -5
"I literally look like Death warmed over." *She said softly, with one hand touching the dark circles under her eyes gingerly and the other her protruding collarbone.*
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Post by Marius on Mar 5, 2008 19:05:59 GMT -5
"Well, we'll simply have to take care of that." *It only then occurred to him that they'd conducted the entire conversation in front of the open doorway *
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Mar 5, 2008 19:07:44 GMT -5
*It didn't really occur to her at all. She frowned.* "I need some sleep, but first a shower..." *She attempted to get her fingers through her long hair without much success.*
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