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Post by Zeke Cooper on Nov 13, 2009 0:39:08 GMT -5
He looked down at her when she moved and took the smoke taking another drag. Zeke wasn't a complicated man, actually complicated was probably a word to big for him to understand. Of course I jest, but he was a man that liked things simple. With fewer definitions and at what they were. But Aisla was never that, Fighter, she battled to the death and he knew it. He reached out and wrapped his finger around one of her curls, watching her eyes.
"Well it's there and something you should.. we may not have much in this life, but we do have each other and that's enough.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Nov 13, 2009 9:51:45 GMT -5
When he wrapped his hand around one of her curls she glanced up at him and gave him a slight nod. She knew that, she knew that if she asked for her friends help they'd be there in a pinch no questions asked, it was just the way they were. Then again she wasn't likely to ask for much of anything because that's the way she was. Fighter had always been far too independent for her own good. A slight smirk fell on her face and she punched him lightly in the arm. "Know that, Zeke."
She had already decided she was going to pretend she hadn't said a word about what was on her mind. It was better to act as though things weren't bothering her even though she couldn't pretend with herself. Fighter just didn't want to expose her weakness and that's what she viewed it as. She shouldn't be sorry or feel pity for that man, he'd made his bed she'd just helped him lie in it. Snagging her smoke back from Zeke she took a drag and looked out over the city again.
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