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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 21:36:36 GMT -5
"What?!" Dahlia wrenched at her arm, for all the good it would do, considering he was bigger than her. "Let me go!" Thinking better of that tack, she forced her face innocent, her eyes wide, voice baby-soft. "You're hurting me!" Still, she was being forced to trot to keep up. "How can you do this after everything we shared?" A quick, quite thorough lay, but still...
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 21:46:52 GMT -5
Emilian refused to look at her, afraid that if he did he would end up right back where he had been just a few short minutes beforehand. At the bottom of the stairs, he let her go, waving his wand towards the front door to trip the lock. "Don't come back," he said, closing off his eyes and face, his entire body visibly tense. His gaze was cold when he finally let himself look at her. If he had thought it was bad the last time he told Adara, what was it going to be like when she found out that he had had sex with some woman that worked for the paper?
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 25, 2008 21:53:02 GMT -5
Dahlia stumbled down the last step and a few into the shop. Her eyes narrowed, her pride hurt far worse than her lightly throbbing arm. She straightened and turned back to Emilian, her gaze raking him with angry jade-green fire to match his cool, distanced blue. "Why would I come back? I got my story, didn't I?" She raised her chin, then turned on her heel and strode from the shop, hips swishing in annoyance. She didn't want him, anyway. She'd satisfied her curiosity.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 22:01:34 GMT -5
Emilian glared after her and stared at the wood of the door for long seconds after she was gone before locking it again. He really didn't feel like keeping it open, a day without the jewelry store wouldn't kill the town. He stormed up the steps and jerked on his pants, angrier with himself than he had ever been. It wasn't even like it had been with Eloise, he couldn't even say that Dahlia had initiated it, because he had kissed her first.
He paced his bedroom and living room, stopping once to hit the wall in anger, how could he work so hard to keep control with the other girls, only to lose it with Dahlia? His hair stood up from the multiple times his hands had run through it, grabbing fistfulls and tugging. Finally, he sighed angrily, nearly growling, and collapsed backwards onto his bed, his hands over his face. Had it been worth it? She had been absolutely amazing, but had she been worth the possibility of losing Adara?
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