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Post by Cal on Aug 13, 2009 18:55:43 GMT -5
*She pursed her mouth and thought for a moment.*
"Stay really still for a second. I want to try something."
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Post by Ned on Aug 13, 2009 18:56:45 GMT -5
"...sure," he responded hesitantly, a bit wary of what she was going to do.
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Post by Cal on Aug 13, 2009 18:57:56 GMT -5
*Leaning in, she moved her face to where it was nearly touching his and fluttered her eyelids up and down. Her dark lashes were long, and brushed his cheekbone.*
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Post by Ned on Aug 13, 2009 19:00:06 GMT -5
Ned colored slightly and cleared his throat, suppressing the urge to extend his hand to her face. The consequences would be heavy.
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Post by Cal on Aug 13, 2009 19:01:09 GMT -5
*She pulled away smiling.* "I called them butterfly kisses when I was little."
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Post by Ned on Aug 13, 2009 19:02:39 GMT -5
"They're...nice," he said, as no other word would come to mind.
He could have thrashed himself for such a stupid response.
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Post by Cal on Aug 13, 2009 19:06:51 GMT -5
"That... was the desired effect." *A giggle escaped her.*
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Post by Ned on Aug 14, 2009 12:31:10 GMT -5
"You gave butterfly kisses to your family?" he asked, for lack of a better question.
All he really wanted to do was divert her attention away from his reddening cheeks.
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Post by Cal on Aug 14, 2009 14:19:38 GMT -5
"It ...really isn't as exciting when you're three years old."
*Of course she'd noticed, but said nothing on the subject.*
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Post by Ned on Aug 14, 2009 16:00:30 GMT -5
"I, er, assumed as much," he said and cleared his throat. "Where's your family?"
He thought it a relatively innocent question.
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Post by Cal on Aug 15, 2009 17:31:58 GMT -5
"My mother got pregnant by a traveling musician who was hitching a ride with her caravan. I was born, she died in childbirth, and my father stayed with the caravan until I was approximately ten. I never really talked to him much; the children of the caravan were raised communally, in general, and the same continued after he left. I left when I was 18 and the first person I met in Paris happened to be a vampire." *There was no bitterness in her voice, only acceptance. She had had a generally happy childhood, if a bit unorthodox.*
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Post by Ned on Aug 21, 2009 20:36:33 GMT -5
"Well," Ned shrugged, "if it helps, I never really knew my father. After my mom...died, he left me on the steps of the Longborough School for Boys--and I haven't heard from him since.
"So, we kind of have the same background. Sort of. Dead mother, missing father."
His voice, in contrast to that of Cal, was plaintive, thick with the dead hopes and dreams of his father's return into his life.
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:30:10 GMT -5
"If I could touch you, I would hug you."
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Post by Ned on Sept 11, 2009 17:32:17 GMT -5
He grinned bashfully.
"Well...there must be some way we could."
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Post by Cal on Sept 11, 2009 17:34:01 GMT -5
*She thought for a moment, chewing her lip.* "I've got it! One second!"
*She sped off at inhuman speed, returning as such with a throw blanket over her head. She proceeded to hug him.*
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