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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 25, 2008 11:08:40 GMT -5
Eloise made her way through Hogsmeade, she was in need of a new necklace, Eloise of course knew who owned the jewelery shop with the intention on getting what she needed and leaving straight away. Eloise still hadn't fully healed from their last encounter, horrible things were said and Eloise wasn't yet ready to forgive and forget.
Ella pushed the door open entering the small warm shop, her now brunette hair left out as usual, slightly wavy. Eloise was dressed in a simpled slim fit black t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Eloise sighed as she looked at the counter, hopefully Emilian wouldn't recognise her with the new hair.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 15:50:21 GMT -5
Emilian caught the girl's eyes when she looked up towards the counter. At first he didn't recognize her, but he'd recognize that frame and those eyes anywhere. "Eloise?" he asked, dumbfounded enough to stall the what the hell are you doing here? that was on the tip of his mind. Why on earth had she dyed her hair?
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 25, 2008 16:07:18 GMT -5
Eloise looked up at Emilian, her breath caught in her chest, "Emilian." She said plainly with a small nod. Elosie tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and made her way to the counter leaning over, "Got any nice necklaces?" She asked looking around at the jewelery in the shop, she bit her lip and straightened up quickly, remembering not to flaunt herself about. Eloise was going for a change, she was sick and tired of being called a whore although most knew she would always be one at heart.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 16:12:22 GMT -5
What had brought such a change in her? Was it because of their last meeting? Emilian watched her, thoroughly distracted by her new appearance. Her words floated absently into his mind, drifting around for a few seconds before he realized that he was supposed to reply. "Yes, I wouldn't sell ugly necklaces," he said, still watching her.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 25, 2008 16:19:07 GMT -5
Eloise couldn't help but laugh at his comment, "No, of course not." Without getting too much into things Eloise quickly cut to the chase, "So urm... mind showing me a selection?" She asked biting her lip, Eloise avoided eye contact with him, staring down at the floor, her thick dark hair falling into her face.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 16:25:13 GMT -5
Emilian was torn between wanting to be near Eloise and wanting to push her out of the store and lock the door behind her. "Right over here," he said, leading her to the area dedicated to necklaces without asking her what metal or length she wanted. She could figure it out on her own. He figured that the less contact he had with her, the less said, the better.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 25, 2008 16:34:32 GMT -5
Eloise pushed her hair off her face and looked at Emilian with a smirk following him through the shop, "Pick me something nice?" She asked cocking her head to the side, she old flirty personality breaking through the surface. Eloise made her best attempt to push the past behind her, bending over to take a better look at the necklaces.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 16:46:53 GMT -5
Emilian tilted his head to the side a bit to look at her rounder end. For such a skinny girl, Eloise filled out her pants nicely. He shook his head to clear it and went up beside her to the display, "That one," he said, pointing. It was a simple white gold chain with a small diamond hanging from a thin strand at the center of the chain. He could imagine it against her dark shirt, or, he shouldn't be thinking of it, leading down the center of her chest in a low-cut shirt.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 25, 2008 16:50:18 GMT -5
Eloise bit her lip and put her hand down her t-shirt pulling out one similar, "See... my dad gave it to me before he died." She said quietly and quickly, Eloise looked at the display her eyes lingering on a few eye ctaching ones every moment or so. She sighed gently before straightening up as she looked down at the display of necklaces.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 25, 2008 16:57:16 GMT -5
Emilian watched Eloise's hand disappear and come back with an almost identical necklace. "Well it fits you, anything more complicated than that would be too much for you. Unless," he glanced over his shoulder, thinking. "Unless you wanted leather," he said, imagining her in black leather, and not necessarily only around her neck.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 26, 2008 3:05:34 GMT -5
Eloise looked at Emilian raising an eyebrow, "Leather?" She questioned biting her lip, "Hmm... how about you show me what you mean." She said slowly, quickly looking away from him. Eloise didn't want to look, it brought back... memories. Eloise quickly diverted her attention back to necklaces, she hadn't exactly heard of a leather necklace before... unless it was a choker or something.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 26, 2008 10:27:57 GMT -5
Emilian bit back a comment about leather pants and led her to a display. There were braided and twisted leather necklaces and bracelets, chokers, and cuffs. "See anything you like?" he asked, innocent enough. He looked down at her, surveying her under the guise of figuring out what would fit her best.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 26, 2008 12:33:04 GMT -5
Eloise looked at him instead of the necklaces... those eyes, the hair... Eloise could feel herself already melting as she looked at him before quickly snapping her attention to the leather accessories, "Hmm... that looks nice." She said indicating a thin black choker, "Not exactly my style though." She said pursing her lips, running a hand through her thick dark hair.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 26, 2008 12:43:55 GMT -5
Emilian ground his teeth a second, mostly just wanting to get her the hell out of his store. "Why don't you just look around, call me when you see something you like?" he suggested, some people were more comfortable finding their own purchase, rather than with him helping. And with his current customer, it would be much easier on him the less contact he had.
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Post by Eloise Thomson on Apr 26, 2008 12:53:01 GMT -5
Eloise shrugged looking away from him as she looked over the leather biting her lip, she didn't want to go back to her old self, but she had lost most of her self control, she wanted Emilian and knew that she wouldn't rest until she got what she wanted, every glance she took she felt as if she would soon give in and throw herself at him but she had at least her dignity and didn't want to throw that out of the window. Eloise held the thin choker in her hand examining it, maybe changes were good things, maybe she could try jumping into the deep end for a change and trying something new...
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