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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 10, 2008 15:37:38 GMT -5
Emilian met her eyes again, however uncomfortable it was. "We did have words," he said bitterly. "He gave about as good as I did. I hit a nerve apparently and he came at me." No apparently to it. When the words were still in Emilian's mind, he had known that they were going to get a reaction. He shifted uncomfortably as the memory of the feel of Chase's hands washed over him. "I don't really know why he stopped either," he said, shrugging, since then he had put some pieces together and figured that Lucretia had to have had a part in it, because why else would he have stopped?
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Apr 10, 2008 20:56:20 GMT -5
Adara blinked at that last, and all that it implied. Chase had, apparently, stopped of his own accord. She gave Emilian an inscrutable look of admonishment mixed with understanding, but said nothing more on the subject. His choices were his to make, and he had made them, fully aware of the consequences. "You have been bored, have you not?" she asked at last. He likely had, if he had opted for taunting Chase for entertainment. Adara brought out her wand and gave it a light wave, summoning a roll of parchment tied with a short length of twine. "It is my story," she said, catching the parchment out of the air and tucking away her wand. "Well, it is part of my story," she corrected. "It is not finished, but I have begun a copy for you in English." She set the scroll on the table beside his bed, where his good hand could reach it.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 10, 2008 21:11:41 GMT -5
Emilian looked at the scroll. Adara's story was something that he had never thought he would read. It wasn't that he didn't read, it was just that he hadn't expected the chance to read it. "I look forward to reading it," he said, turning his eyes back up to her. "Has the Princess found out anything else about the Warrior?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. Talking about her story was what had led to their first time together and the memory brought a pleasant rush to his blood.
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Post by Adara Snow on Apr 10, 2008 21:32:43 GMT -5
Adara blushed, her mind following his simply from the look in his eyes. "Yes," she said, lips curving at the ends. "But you will have to wait to find out what." The portion she'd copied only went through their first meeting. Adara leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to Emilian's lips, a promise, not a tease. She pulled back just enough to speak. "The Princess has been lonely without her Warrior," she confessed, just enough playfulness to the words to make them unconsciously seductive.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 10, 2008 21:48:16 GMT -5
Emilian reached up and pulled her down the short distance to meet his lips again, a little more intense than the soft one Adara had given him. Even if hers wasn't meant to tease, the words that followed made him need the kiss. "The Princess has been on the Warrior's mind. She is always on his mind," he said, a small smile gracing his lips.
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Adara Snow
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Post by Adara Snow on Apr 10, 2008 22:34:39 GMT -5
Adara smiled back, her dark eyes still a little hazy from the kiss. She was thinking about stealing another when the curtains around Emilian's bed parted, and the nurse stuck her head in to say that visiting hours were over for now. Adara looked apologetically at Emilian, but the nurse did not leave them again, rather staying to see that she actually left. "Rest, Emilian," Adara said at last. Her lips curved again. "My candle waits for you." He would understand when he read her story. She leaned down for one last, painfully chaste kiss, then left Emilian to heal.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 10, 2008 22:41:59 GMT -5
Emilian gave her a confused look. My candle. Was it some strange innuendo? But no, it had to mean something. He thought on it as he watched her leave, then met the nurse's eyes, narrowing his own, before settling down to read what Adara had written. Each sentence brought a soft smile to his face, the writing screaming of her. He hated when it was finished, wanting to drink in more, but he understood her last words now. He rolled it back up, tenderly, as though it were a part of Adara herself, and lay it on the table beside him, before falling back into his thoughts.
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