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Post by woflsbain on Oct 9, 2006 0:48:27 GMT -5
Wolf nodded with a half smile. "I don't mind. I'd best go find Razor." He got up from his chair and grabbed his long coat, heading for the door. "Keep the door locked. I'll be back."
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Post by flanna on Oct 9, 2006 0:49:55 GMT -5
Flanna nodded and the minute he was out, she latched the door, and went over to the couch and curled up, soon sleeping without dreaming.
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 0:05:26 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Murder had managed to figure something out and had slipped out of the Raconteurs headquarters, and after a painful climb, had gotten herself in the window of Wolf's apartment.
She sighed. She really shouldn't be here. He was too dangerous. Especially because of who he was. But she couldn't stay away. She was exhausted. Her body was still tired and sore. She hadn't slept much in the past few weeks.
Sitting down in a kitchen chair, she closed her eyes. She could rest them a bit as she waited for Wolf to come home.
Within minuts she was out, head falling back, snoring slightly because of her broken nose.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 0:32:14 GMT -5
When Wolf openned the door he tossed his coat to the chair and stopped when he spotted her curled up on the kitchen chair. He raised a dark, questioning eyebrow at her and shook his head. He covered the deistance witha few quick paces before be scooped her up lightly into his arms. He didn't want her sleeping in a chair, with her injuries it wasn't good for her at any rate.
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 0:35:36 GMT -5
Murder felt herself being jostled in her sleep, and not realizing where she was in her slumber, she struck out, fighting to get free.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 0:49:35 GMT -5
Wolf managed to drop her to the bed and grabbed her fists before she hit him, a small smile graced his lips as he kissed her fist. This girl would be the death of him.
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 1:16:24 GMT -5
Murder thrashed still. She was lost in the nightmare she always had. Of the day she went silent. Her father had been in a rage that day, finding out his mistress had been deceiving him.
She had been in the room...forced to watch. She needed to understand what happened to women close to her father if they disobeyed. And so he killed her. Messily.
"Deliah!" Escaped Murder's lips from the bed, the rest slowly slipping down to whisperes, still lost in the nightmare.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 1:34:12 GMT -5
Wolf furrowed his brows as he rubbed her shoulders, trying to ease her nightmares. The name jostled him, he watched her bruised face waiting for her to calm. There was something so familiar about her, had been since the day they'd met. He sighed.
She'd said Deliah. And somehow he knew. Things were much more complicated now then they'd been before.
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 1:37:04 GMT -5
Murder finally calmed down, easing out of her sleep. Her eyes opened, blinking a bit to get rid of the haze. "Wolf?" Her voice was tentative. She remembered the dream, but didn't know she spoke, though she did know his touch calmed her out of it.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 1:53:42 GMT -5
He sighed and brushed her hair from her forhead. "It's me," he murmured, searching her eyes. "You used the window.."
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 1:56:27 GMT -5
Murder smirked. "Aye I did...what posessed me to climb that in this state. You are quite the ass for having a third floor flat." Her smirk fell a bit, sensing something in him. "...is everything okay?" She reached up, touching his cheek gently.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 2:59:00 GMT -5
He brushed her cheek with his thumb and gave her a soft smile. Scanning her face for soemthing familiar, he sighed. "Nothing." he murmured, his eyes shadowed. "It's nothing. How you been?"
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 10:31:08 GMT -5
Murder wasn't going to let it drop. He was hiding something, closing himself off a bit for some reason. And she didn't like it. "I'm still alive. That's how I've been." She said sharply, sitting up so she could look into his cloudy eyes more easily.
Her own eyes were shining dark green. "You keep searching for something without directly asking for it, Wolf." Had she said something in her sleep? She touched his chest with her hand. "Come now...out with it." She was worried...but she figured him opening up would be better then him closing out part of himself.
She cared for him, more than she would like to mention.
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Post by woflsbain on Oct 14, 2006 15:12:15 GMT -5
He watched her quietly a moment. Gauging her softly, he sighed a minute. Pain was something only the wounded understood. He smirked a bit, Deliah and her random sayings. Thinking of his sister he gave Murder a quiet look.
"Deliah, that was my sister's name, but I assume you knew that." He didn't want a fight, but he knew it would most likely come, no matter how non confrentational he was.
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Post by muder on Oct 14, 2006 17:15:18 GMT -5
Murder's eyes widened with recognition. Her damn nightmare, ruining everything.
"Yeah...I did know, Lucas. She used to talk about you a lot, you know....but I knew you only as Lucas...not as Wolf then." She shook her head. "She died in front of me, you know--my father did it...reason I stopped talking, actually." Her tone was bitter.
She avoided his eyes. She didn't want to look there. She didn't want to see the pain she was causing. She felt enough of it herself, and would rather avoid to see pain, or worse, betrayal in his eyes.
"My name is Heather Eastman." She stood up, pushing past him. "You found your answers...and I'll go now." She knew he probably wouldn't want to see her again, the daugter of his arch enemy, of everything he hated.
It had been nice while it lasted.
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