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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 22:12:46 GMT -5
She completely turned her body till she was kneeling in front of him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as she held him to her. She pulled away from him a question burning in her mind.
"Is this how it's going to be, small talk, more action, and then we part?" she pulled away from her arms crossed. She knew he was probably annoyed by her little interruptions, but this was more important at the moment.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 4, 2007 9:42:57 GMT -5
Emilian stared at her for a second, his arms loosely around her waist. "Did I ever imply we were going to be anything more?" he asked, knowing the answer. He had told her that none of them meant anything to him, that he could lay them down at any moment and walk away, never to look back.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 4, 2007 10:10:03 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at him, she knew that, but it was getting tiresome that all they did was this, he could put a little effort in talking to her.
"It's not that, I'm actually anticipating the moment you leave, it's just, doesn't it get boring when it's the same thing over and over again." she paused for a moment, she heard about the things happening around them, whether they were rumors or true, it still had more than two people involved that she cared for.
"How do I know that you might hurt Pandora, or my cousin will come across you and get hurt, I need to know who you are, the fact hat you were raised by Death Eaters doesn't help, because I was too." she paused her brows creasing into another frown.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 4, 2007 10:21:51 GMT -5
No, actually, it doesn't get boring, he thought to himself as she spoke. Then he sighed and took his hands from her waist and leaned back on them. "I think that Dora Dear can take care of herself, besides the fact we didn't go so far as you and I did. Your cousin, Lafra? She doesn't interest me. Now, on to the next one, who am I?" Emilian stopped for a second, thinking about what to say.
"Let's see....I never took the dark mark, figured it wouldn't go over too well. I'm not even going to try to figure up how many girls and guys I've been with, that would just be insane. I'm a bit of a sadist, well, a little more than a bit," he said with a grin. "And I enjoy my fine wine and a nice romp in the woods," he finished with a smile. "How's that? Ask a question and I shall answer." Granted, it may not be the answer she was looking for, but he would answer her.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 4, 2007 12:00:46 GMT -5
She had guessed everything he said so far. There was a point in her life when she didn't care for others and practiced Dark Magic with her parents. She rolled her eyes at the last part. Almost every pureblood was born into the best, including their beverages.
"What's your purpose?" it was a general question, but she would allow him to make what he will with it.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 4, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -5
"To love life, in general," Emilian replied, his eyes sparkling. "Of course, my charge has been, basically, to keep up Michael." The majority of his life had been spent watching Michael, tutoring him when he got to the age, teaching him. "Is that what you meant?" There wasn't really anything he would keep from her, he wasn't one to keep secrets if directly asked.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 8, 2007 22:46:28 GMT -5
She frowned, as she rolled over his legs so she could be seated beside him. She laid down on the ground.
"That's it? That's all you live for, loving life isn't going to get you anywhere." she turned her head to look at him, and propped herself on her elbows.
((sorry for not being on, PC being stupid, I wish it were alive so I can strangle it and enjoy it's cries of pain XD))
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 9, 2007 22:54:38 GMT -5
"Well," Emilian said, shrugging, "I have an estate guaranteed to me, money as well, when and if I ever decide to marry, there's plenty of choice back home." He looked over at her, "What is there for me to do other than enjoy living?" It seemed pointless to feel obligated to do anything else when it wasn't needed and he felt no need to do. "Let others do what they please, I feel no need to do anything else."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 11, 2007 22:59:10 GMT -5
"What type of life is that?" she asked him rolling on her side to get a better view of him.
"With everything planned, doesn't it bother you that everything is just as you expect it to be, inheritance being a priority." she laid flat on the ground her eyes shut.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 12, 2007 10:36:14 GMT -5
Emilian lay down on his side, propping himself up with his elbow, his other arm laying lazily across his waist. "Why should it bother me?" he asked as he looked at her. "I can do whatever I feel like doing, I don't have to worry about how it may affect what kind of life I will lead later on, I don't have to work towards something." He watched her thoughtfully, "Perhaps later in life I'll want to do more, but for now, I'm happy as I am."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 25, 2007 10:41:10 GMT -5
She grinned, he really wasn't what she expected, her surprised her in some ways.
"You really are the lucky one." she tilted her head to the side to get a better view of him her eyes now open.
"For you life comes easy without having to rebel to make sure you have everything in view." she sighed looking back up.
"Or maybe I'm wrong, I barely know you." she couldn't assume and pretend to understand him that would be lying to herself.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 25, 2007 11:57:59 GMT -5
Emilian watched her, "You know me rather well, I wear myself on my sleeve." He grinned, it was the truth, there was no pressing need to hide anything about himself. He sighed and kept his eyes on her, "So am I to assume that I need to find me someone else when I want a little fun?" he had hoped she would be a consistent source, but it seemed as though that idea had flown away on a breeze.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Dec 2, 2007 22:15:15 GMT -5
She shook her head.
"Maybe, but I think you are deeper than people make you out to be, more than the... 'laid back' person you portray yourself as." she was going to use a different term, but thought better of it.
"And now, I'm feeling kind of guilty, I bet you would much rather something else than talking." she grinned leaned up and pressed her lips against his.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 2, 2007 22:20:24 GMT -5
Emilian grinned as she tried to make him a deeper person than he really was. He returned her kiss, bringing his hand up to her jaw as he did so. "If you think," he said, pulling back just enough to free his lips, "That I'm a man of many layers, you're wasting your time trying to peel them away." He smiled again and met her lips again, opening his own to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Dec 8, 2007 20:20:30 GMT -5
She leaned into his kiss and pulled away a teasing smirk on her face.
"Time isn't something I worry to much about, besides I love lost causes." one arm wound its way around his neck, the other keeping her balanced as she pulled him closer to her her lips meeting his again.
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