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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 20:21:01 GMT -5
His eyebrow quirked ever so slightly as he walked over and took the flask, taking a satisfying drink he handed it back and nodded. "She was always saying things like that. Even when we were children." he ran his hand threw his hair absently as he dropped back to the chair.
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Post by muder on Sept 30, 2006 20:23:36 GMT -5
Murder smiled. "Sounds like she was a wonderful girl. I'm sorry she's dead." And she really meant that. Standing up, she went and made herself a cup of tea, pouring some brandy into it. As she limped back to her seat, she put her hand out, touching a few locks of his hair.
Damn it. Her obsession with playing with fire.
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Post by woflsbain on Sept 30, 2006 20:34:49 GMT -5
He almost froze at her touch, his mind processing slowly as he reached out and took her hand in his, he wasn't sure why he was touching her. It was dangerous, like everything about little Miss Murder was dangerous.
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 2:45:45 GMT -5
Murder stood there, one hand with a cup of tea, the other in Wolf's. Her hands dwarft his...and she was suddenly aware of little things about him...his scent, how coarse yet soft his hair had been.
She shook herself. She had to stop this. He was...he was too dangerous. Especially because of their past.
"...I need you to do me a favour. Set my nose..." She paused. She hadn't been able to bring herself to do it. Its a bit harder to take pain when the one inflicting it is your own self.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 2:51:53 GMT -5
He dropped her hand almost instantly. She had the softest hands he'd ever held, she was also the most dangerous creature he'd ever met, no matter how lovely she was. He stood slowly, his eyes locked with hers as he set his hands on her face, he nodded before he set her nose wuickly, trying to be as fast as possible, no matter when he did it. It would have hurt.
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 3:02:21 GMT -5
Murder stood strong while he set her nose, her eyes shut tight. She could feel the bone being scraped back into place, and while she didn't scream, she was pretty sure she cut crescents into her palms from clenching her fists, and her eyes watered involuntairly, sending tears down her face. All she let out was a soft curse
When she opened her eyes they were hazy with pain, staring into his. Ohh...things were going a bit black. She turned, limping towards the bed and sat down, letting her head stop spinning. She figured if she passed out, hitting a pillow would be a lot less painful then falling out of a chair onto the floor.
"...Thank you, Wolfie." She smiled weakly. "I'm a whimp for not doing it myself."
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 3:07:02 GMT -5
He watched her silently, she had the most beautiful eyes, and he hated himself for constantly putting pain there. When she called herself a whimp he couldn't help but snort. She was far from that.
"You are far stronger then most.." she muttered sitting back down.
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 3:09:45 GMT -5
Murder shrugged. "...I am only as strong as I have to be, when I need to be." She added, "Though lately that seems all the time. Maybe one day I'll get lucky and not have to be."
She tilted her head, her hair falling in her face a bit. "...any particular reason why you are sitting so far away? Afraid I'll attack you? I assure you, I don't blame you at all for injuries. My own attitude got me this." There was a bit of amusement in her eyes, pushing through the pain.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 3:17:03 GMT -5
His lips quirked ever so slightly as he got to his feet, the rules of their game had changed on him. He'd been unprepared for it. He stood infront of her and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. "Strength.. is only there when it's needed," he said softly, that interesting accent lacing his words.
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 3:20:35 GMT -5
Murder held her breath for a moment when he touched her. What was she doing? Why was she pushing the game? The rules? She shut her eyes and said softly. "...I'm tired of needing it all the time."
While she would never change herself, even if she had the chance, being strong and cutthroat did get tiring at times. She just wanted a break. Was it too much to ask?
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 3:25:23 GMT -5
His hand cupped her cheek. His mind was screaming at him for being a fool. The game had changed, the smart thing to do would be to step back and reevaluate the new rules. But he wasn't sure there even were new rules.
"Everyone needs a place to fall now and then."
What was he doing? he sighed inwardly. Screw the rules, he could deal with the consequences of his actions. He always had.
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 3:32:31 GMT -5
Murder sighed, unable to keep one of own hands to go up to the one on her face, thumbing it gently. It was all crazy. This...this...she knew who Wolf was. If they continued, it could be the downfall of both of them. Stupid Tarot reading. It was coming true right before her eyes.
She finally opened her eyes, looking into his stormy grey eyes. "Yes, they do Wolf. But where do you fall?" Her mass of pain and fatigue, her walls were slowly coming down. They would return soon, but at the moment, they were gone.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 3:35:14 GMT -5
He looked at her quietly for a time, mulling over the question. He sighed and shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "I don't."
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Post by muder on Oct 1, 2006 3:39:43 GMT -5
Murder stood then, a bit shakey, but resolute. Fates be damned, past be damned. He didn't have to ever find out. She kept secrets far worse for far longer. She knew what she was about to do felt right.
She stepped close to him, reaching her free hand up to his neck. "...you do. You fall to me." With that, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 1, 2006 3:45:41 GMT -5
His eyes clouded slightly as he brougth his hand to her neck, slowly bringing her closer. He'd thrown caution to the wind, so to speak. Whatever came of this, he'd accept the consequences, for now, all he wanted to do was hold the woman in his arms. Even if he couldnt' keep her from harm, she was her own person to do as she felt necessary. But, he angled the kiss slightly, he'd do what he could to help her.
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