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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 11, 2008 12:25:49 GMT -5
"Which Slytherin girl?" he asked, though he knew what she was talking about. "But yes, you could call me an addict." Emilian paused, pondering the tattoo, wondering if she was joking. "And who the hell said I've got a tattoo like that?" he asked, tilting his head the other direction.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 11, 2008 12:28:14 GMT -5
Mari laughed. "I thought I would just through that one in there and see if you'd admit to it." She said in reference to the tattoo. She didn't bother answering about which Slytherin Girl, but she did ask "Why were there more than one?"
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 11, 2008 12:43:34 GMT -5
"Two, one actually wanted it," he said, grinning. "And another that I only kissed, then there's that Ravenclaw...." Emilian's eyes sparkled and he pushed the small box over the counter top towards the girl. "Anything else?" he asked, enjoying the little conversation. His eyes glinted almost dangerously, like they hadn't in a while.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 11, 2008 20:52:12 GMT -5
Mari shrugged. The list was quite impressive. "I don't understand it." She muttered shaking her head. "I honestly don't see anything special about you." The way she grinned and how her eyes glinted with amusement made it seem like more of a challenge. And maybe it was. Things were boring enough around here, why not try to change that?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 12, 2008 8:58:10 GMT -5
"You don't? Well why don't you go and ask them? Let's see..." he trailed off, then held out his good hand to tick off the names as he said them. "There's Lucretia, Savannah, Pandora, Brooke, Druscilla, Eloise," he took a breath and his eyes gleamed as he said the last name, "Adara." There had been a few more here and there, but none with names as recognizable as the ones he had ticked off.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 12, 2008 9:30:25 GMT -5
Mari didn't know who most of those were. Only a couple of names stood out. It surprised her how easily he could just list them. Like an accomplishment. She stood there, her eyes grown wider. She was shocked.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 12, 2008 10:10:30 GMT -5
Sometimes, when he was with Adara, it would be easy to assume that he had changed, left behind the sadistic streak he had, the strange pleasure he received from reactions just like the one the girl in front of him had. With Adara he was different, but around this girl, he could only smirk at her shock. "Anything else?" he asked again, eyes gleaming.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 12, 2008 11:25:09 GMT -5
Mari looked away, but when he spoke she slowly brought her focus to him. A grin slowly spread across her face as she let her eyes look him over."My earrings would be nice." She finally said when she spoke. Something in his eyes made her want to laugh. Maybe he hadn't changed as much as he thought he had.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 12, 2008 11:34:11 GMT -5
Emilian pushed the small box a little farther across the counter. "You're not going to ask about the fights? Or try to dig out my soul?" The girls that came to see him seemed to think it a challenge to pull his inner thoughts out, it was a tad annoying. He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward, his fingers linked in front of him.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 12, 2008 21:19:39 GMT -5
Mari pulled the box closer to her a little before picking it up, her fingers brushing against his hands. She laid the box in her bag gently, not wanting to mess her new purchase up. Not because she specifically cared about them, but because she paid a hell of a lot of money and they better be perfect for the ball. Mari tilted her head to the side. "I wasn't planning on it, no." She said shaking her head. "I personally don't care what fights you were in or about whatever goes on in your soul. Unless you think I should ask. Then I could..." She asked. She was beginning to get a little confused.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 13, 2008 11:38:18 GMT -5
The light touch against his cool hands sent sparks up his arms, though Emilian knew he wouldn't do anything about it, his skin still responded to the touch. The light tingle that spread through him only reminded him of Adara, which made his blood burn even more, all good feelings reminded him of her. He shrugged at her words, "I was just asking, that's what every other girl that comes in here tries to do."
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 13, 2008 13:36:52 GMT -5
Mari grinned. "I guess I'm not like every other girl." She said her voice soft, but loud enough to be heard clearly. Her statement was true. How many girls had experienced what she had? Had gone through what she had? Not many, she guessed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 13, 2008 13:58:09 GMT -5
"I guess you're not," Emilian agreed, grinning. He watched her, his eyes trailing over her, more for something to do than for any real interest. He was content with Adara and, while he admitted that he was attracted to some people, they didn't hold the same appeal as they once did. He folded his arms on the counter as his eyes met hers.
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Post by Marisol Bou on Jun 13, 2008 14:06:16 GMT -5
Mari brushed sme of her dark hair out of her face. "And wll you be attending the Masquerade Ball?" She asked curiously. Did the invitation apply to sutdents that had been kicked out? Probabl not, but who said you had to have an invitation.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 13, 2008 14:14:42 GMT -5
"I am not allowed on the grounds," Emilian said, holding a secret smile inside himself, refusing to let it show. Yes, he planned on attending, but no one would know save for the one he was going for. And even she wouldn't know at first. "The Headmistress would have a fit." If she found out.
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