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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 14:30:09 GMT -5
Emilian smiled once more, but his eyes were cold. "I will in a moment," he promised. He pressed his lips roughly to hers, invading her mouth, not releasing her jaw. As a matter of fact, his fingers curved slightly, forcing her mouth to open so that he could deepen the kiss. He kept his eyes open, watching hers, it amused him to see people's reactions to what he did to them, though he had been told that it was creepy or strange to do so.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 11, 2007 19:19:29 GMT -5
Vannah tried to push him away from her and she hit his arm hard so he would let go. She fought it as hard as she could, but it was useless. Finally, with no better option she bit down on his tongue hard.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 19:23:30 GMT -5
Emilian jerked away, bringing the hand holding his wand up to his mouth and cursing, "I promised I'd let go, just wanted a bit of fun first." His other hand wrapped into her hair tightly at the back of her head, pulling it back to where her head was tilted up.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 11, 2007 19:29:04 GMT -5
Vannah quickly grabbed her wand and flicked it at his robes. She decided to use a simple spell that wouldn't do any real damage and watched as his clothes started to go up in flames. She ripped the locket off and threw it into the growing flames. "Go to hell." She said before walking down to the dungeons.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 19:34:30 GMT -5
Aguamenti, Emilian thought, aiming his wand at his shirt. When the flames and smoke were gone he looked down, he could see his flat stomach, slightly pink, through a rather large hole. His eyes narrowed and he ran after her. "You owe me for that, this is my favorite shirt," he said when he got right behind her.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 11, 2007 19:37:09 GMT -5
Vannah didn't stop, but kept her brisk pace. "I owe you nothing." She said looking straight ahead. She was wiping hemouth with the sleeve of her shirt.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 19:42:21 GMT -5
Emilian stopped walking and pointed his wand at the back of her head. He aimed a strand of light to her hair, aiming to slice at the back of her neck, three slashes, for his name. "You'll regret what you've done," he said in a deep, resonating voice.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 11, 2007 19:45:36 GMT -5
Vannah stopped abruptly and turned slowly. She looked at the wand as if it were a useless stick on the side of the road and rolled her eyes. "Do I need to burn you again?" She asked mockingly as she crossed her arms over her chest.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 19:48:19 GMT -5
Emilian cocked his head to the side, staring at her. He let his wand fall and he took a few steps forward. "Go ahead, I rather like the heat. Besides," he reached with his free hand and picked at the hole in his shirt, "You've already messed up my favorite shirt, don't really have much else to lose."
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 11, 2007 19:54:47 GMT -5
Vannah shook her head and slowly let her arms drop. "Nevermind." She said slightly disappointed. It wasn't much fun when you had permission to do it. "Well if you'll excuse me, I think I have some better things to do than stand here talking to some idiot who is only wearing half of a shirt." Vannah said with a grin that looked a lot more like a smirk. "Hope you find your...er...friend." She said turning and continuing on her preivious path.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2007 19:58:39 GMT -5
"Actually, I'm not ready to end our little chat." Emilian lifted his wand again, Levicorpus he thought. If the spell didn't work, there was something strange about this girl.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 12, 2007 14:44:44 GMT -5
Vannah's feet flew up instantly and she was forced to dangle upside down. She cursed not so silently. Her shirt fell up to her mid-stomach because of the gravity. "Oh, don't worry about making friends...they just love it here when the fresh meat hangs them in the air like a piece of used clothing." Vannah said sarcastically in a heated voice.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2007 14:50:06 GMT -5
Emilian looked at her, a satisfied look on his face. He ignored her words and walked leisurely up to her. "Such smooth skin," he said, lifting a hand and stroking her stomach lightly. Their faces were about even, though he had to look down slightly to look into her eyes. "You know, it wasn't very polite, what you did to me," he said, his hand dropping down slightly, though it still held contact.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 12, 2007 14:58:09 GMT -5
"I was very polite, actually, you however were rude to me. A very bad first impression, I daresay." Vannah said without a glint of laughter whatsoever. "I was only defending myself." She said in a mock-innocent voice.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2007 15:01:34 GMT -5
"I live for bad first impressions," Emilian said, his eyes wandering up as his hand caught on the bottom of her shirt. He grinned, "So pulling this down farther, what kind of punishment would that entail?" he asked, starting to pull it down before even finishing the question.
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