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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 14:48:07 GMT -5
Emilian hadn't been able to stand staying in his house. The silence had killed him, and when he had went downstairs the little old witch staring into the store through the window and demanding to know why he wasn't open drove him to snapping at her, so there he was, in the back corner of the Three Broomsticks with a firewhiskey in his hand.
It hadn't been very long since Adara had left him, an hour or so at the most, and so he still looked rather rough and disheveled. But the bustle of the bar was much more preferable to sitting alone in the living room. Emilian hated the strange feeling that was in the pit of his stomach, and he tried to get rid of it by taking an uncomfortably large gulp of his drink.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 14:52:22 GMT -5
Cassie lowered her hood as she entered the pub. shaking out her hair as she looked around she noticed a familiar face. He looked rahter unkempt and almost had an air of unease. she went to the bar, collected her drink and moved towards him. "Mind if I sit?" she asked, a small, friendly smile on her lips. "You lok like you could use a friend" she added.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 14:58:06 GMT -5
Emilian looked up at the sound of a voice, staring at the girl for a moment as he attempted to remember how he knew her. Ah, the silver necklace with the emerald. And then she had demanded to know why he was acting like he was. His eyes darkened, nothing behind the light blue. "The last thing I want is a friend," he said, taking another drink. But he didn't push her away, he shifted a little, perhaps she would be a way to forget everything for a little while, conversation would be better than sitting there brooding.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 15:04:20 GMT -5
Cassie shrugged and sat down anyway. "Sure act like the tough guy, there's a heart in there somewhere" she said quietly as she started to sip her butterbeer. Cassie took her cloak off, settling in and slung it over the back of her chair. Cassie's grey eyes studied Emilian curiously for a moment, he seemed on edge, a little unstable.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 15:08:23 GMT -5
There's a heart in there somewhere. Emilian snorted, "Apparently you didn't read that woman's interview." He still couldn't bring himself to say her name, even though he was no longer in Adara's company. He eyed Cassie, wondering why she had sat with him even while not really wanting to make her leave. He had half hoped that Lucretia would come to talk to him, but someone that didn't know what he was going through could have its advantages.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 15:12:14 GMT -5
Cassie rose an eyebrow at Emilian. "Oh I read it, doesn't mean I have to believe it." she shrugged. "So you've done bad things, some people just make more mistakes." Cassie said, including herself in that silently. Her short affair with Julius had made her view the world in a different way. A way which showed that not everything was always rosy.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 15:20:18 GMT -5
"Oh but you should believe it," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Every word of it, save that bullsh~ about my endurance and her leaving on her own accord." That wasn't the worst part of the interview, but it did strike a sore spot in his head. Emilian had always prided himself on his ability and so the fact that she had published, published, his lack thereof irked him.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 15:29:24 GMT -5
Cassie looked at him amused. "I believe it happened," Cassie said. She ran her hand through her blond hair, letting it settle over her shoulders. "If I thought you'd, do something, I wouldn't be here" Cassie explained.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 15:33:10 GMT -5
"I don't need any more crap in my life right now," Emilian said, brushing her off, as in explanation for why he wasn't trying anything with her. He took another drink. "Or perhaps you want me to do something, and that's why you came over here."
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 15:44:41 GMT -5
Cassie shook her head. "The last thing I need right now is you trying anything on" she said firmly. "I've got my own problems" she said vaguely, there was no way she was actually going to tell him what had happened, but she was hinting at it.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 16:46:30 GMT -5
Emilia rolled his eyes, "Of course you do," he said, it was obvious he really didn't care about whatever problems she had. "So, why did you sit down, if not for the reasons the paper claims the girls come to me?" he asked, taking another drink. During his stay in Hogsmeade he had decided that he rather liked Firewhiskey.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -5
Cassie shrugged again. "You're a stranger, it means I don't have to get all personal and touchy feely which is what I need right now" Cassie explained. The truth was she had needed a break from her own mind, she was going mad replaying events over and over again. Talking to Emilian needed her full concentration, leaving her no time to think about other things.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 17:02:17 GMT -5
"I'm not exactly a stranger, we have met before," Emilian pointed out. Normally he wouldn't have found any harm in letting his mind wander over the memory of putting that necklace on her. The day had been anything but normal. "Either way, there are plenty more appealing strangers in this place than me." Mostly in personality, he thought, but still he clenched his left fist on the table, then stretched it out, looking down at it. He could feel how the scars pulled against each other and he hated how it looked. He glared at the skin.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 13, 2008 17:04:50 GMT -5
"Who said I was looking for the most appealing" Cassie said, raising her eye brow. Emilian seemed to be fighting a battle within himself. Normally Cassie would have tried to help, but this time she had no desire to. She sipped her butterbeer, using the time to gather her thoughts. Emilian always kept people on their toes and he was not going to catch out Cassie.
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Post by Emilian Sota on May 13, 2008 17:10:00 GMT -5
"Well," Emilian said, still examining his hand, that woman's description of it threading through his mind. Her description had made him hate his scars even worse. "When I'm looking for a stranger to entertain myself with, I'm rather picky." Of course, he was usually able to be as picky as he wanted to be.
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