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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 21, 2015 21:55:07 GMT -5
Storm's lips tightened into a thin line eyes avoiding his. "You don't need to go back the corruption. You can still get life's pleasures without heading down the wrong path," Storm never cared about power; all she wanted was to get her life in order and under control. But seeing Emilian like this, powerless, it felt like she stepped into mirrored world where everything was flipped.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 21, 2015 22:00:42 GMT -5
"Maybe someone else can, but I can't," Emilian said. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, resting his hands on one knee. I was afraid to get my c~ fixed because I thought it would make me a rapist all over again wasn't going to leave his lips, even though he'd already revealed much and he knew it to be the truth. "If I put myself in that situation, I'll make the wrong decision. Like I said, just don't tempt me. It isn't worth it." A challenge from his woman had led to some of the best times of his life with Adara, but he couldn't even hope to believe she could change his life again.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 21, 2015 22:16:22 GMT -5
She turned her back and started pacing the store fingers trailing on the glass casing. "What a shame. Here I thought I would be able to convince you to play one last game with me," she turned to look at him her tone was the same one she used when pitching a business proposal. "I can't go to society without making an entrance. Coming back from the dead and my parents gone, they will only see me as a poor sad and lonely little girl," and she hated pity; Storm needed more.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 21, 2015 22:23:55 GMT -5
"Do you really think they would see you as anything better with me on your arm? I'm only just getting over my reputation here in Hogsmeade, and Society has a much, much longer memory. Going to an event with that man who raped a girl, then raped and beat a boy will not help you in any way." Emilian took a breath, then pushed his seat back and stood. "I've made a lot of mistakes; putting myself in the midst of a Society gossip-fest won't make my life, nor yours, any better."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 16:43:12 GMT -5
Storm had never heard about a boy. Storm didn't say anything as her brows came together in a slight frown. Storm paused and looked at him; she thought he was done with those ways. "I can see why you'd barricade yourself in this place," it was a wonder he was still allowed so close to Hogwarts. He was right; it wouldn't help.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 22, 2015 16:51:27 GMT -5
Emilian glared at her for a moment longer, then dropped his eyes and walked around the counter. "Yeah, well, I haven't done anything to anyone since that kid's friend beat the hell out of me, so I've got that going for me." He absently strode around the store to a display, absently fingering his hidden ring as he moved.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 17:13:10 GMT -5
Storm just shook her head and looked around the jewellery store. It was more of a visual distraction than an interest. "I can't say I pity you," she didn't mean to sound disappointed, but this was hardly the person she expected to see again. "So what? Work and home I can't say this is who I thought I would be seeing," it sounded like a mundane existence. What her opinion on him was had changed, but she couldn't hate him it was saddening when put in another perspective.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 22, 2015 17:23:55 GMT -5
"Ah, you were expecting a maverick with someone hanging off of every finger tip. The new ruler of Hogsmeade and a dashing rogue in control of Society. Well, you've missed a lot, Storm, dear. I could do it, I could do it in a heartbeat if I let myself lose an ounce of control, do one thing that feels good just because I want to and..." Emilian released a fist at chest level, as if in a visual representation of the way his life would simply explode back to its prior form if he did so.
"If I recall correctly, you're the one who initially told me I couldn't go a week without sex. Well, I went years." He turned around to look at her again. "Guess I win," he said, then released a bitter chuckle, shook his head, and turned away again to open a case and turn the energy he could feel building toward organizing a display that was already perfect.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 17:46:50 GMT -5
Storm wasn't sure how to react and as much as it saddened her; there was nothing she could say that could help the situation. He dug himself in a hole far too deep for anyone to reach in and help, "You're alone?" She expected he would at least have someone by his side. There had been that one girl, Adara, but Storm hardly knew her nor heard about her since she left.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 22, 2015 17:56:50 GMT -5
Was he alone? Yes. Emilian was so alone, perhaps even more alone now than he'd been before getting his body fixed. He had paid companionship, regular customers, an employee who could barely see enough to count the number of polishing cloths in the back. But yes, he was alone. Silence stretched on until he thought Storm might have just walked out had he waited another moment.
"I married Adara the night she died. I was alone before and I've been alone since." His shoulders slumped slightly as he spoke, and he sounded as though he hadn't slept in weeks. But the words were tinged with bitterness. He could have had it all. The child could have been his, had he only learned to control himself earlier. She could be alive, Mrs. Sota. They would have been rich, with so much power and the freedom to do whatever they wanted to be happy. Maybe they would have more children, maybe he would be happy. Maybe he would show off his wedding band instead of hiding it in public shame and private longing.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 18:05:17 GMT -5
It was so hard to wrap her mind around it all. Many would see him as nothing more than a monster, but she could hear and see that his changed demeanor was a result of tragedy. Could she blame his past on the circumstances following his life? It was hard not to feel sorry for him, and it was this reason that initially prevented her from hating him. "It's not easy losing someone who meant so much to you," she learned that very recently. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 22, 2015 18:09:58 GMT -5
Emilian scoffed, then spun around. "You know why I lost her? It was all my damn fault. If I'd had a thread of human decency I'd still have her in my arms. I don't get to hear I'm sorry when it was all my fault!" He shut the display door with a little more force than strictly necessary, and it only stayed in one piece because of the charms worked into the glass. He dropped his head and rubbed at his forehead with his bare hand, forcing himself to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 18:18:04 GMT -5
In some twisted sense she could hear her former thoughts in his words. That it had been her fault her mother died, her fault Dru was gone, and her fault nothing worked out the way she hoped it would. Her jaw tightened at the shut of the door; she didn't know this Emilian and couldn't be sure how he would react, but she wasn't afraid of him. "I don't know what happened to Adara, but I can't bring myself to believe that you had a hand in her passing."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 22, 2015 18:24:11 GMT -5
"I cheated on her and she left me, after I made an unbreakable vow with her. She got pregnant by some bastard in Germany and died from it. Had I never been so selfish as to cheat on her, we would have been together," Emilian said, his voice slowly rising as he spoke. "If she'd gotten pregnant, she'd have gotten the best care, she wouldn't have been left alone to die!"
He felt old emotion rising, and he fought to keep it under control. "Just...I don't...just get the hell out," he said, turning to get away. All of these were things he'd dealt with in at least some capacity over the past years, things he'd locked away for his own sanity and the safety of others, and he didn't want to have it all storm back into his mind.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 22, 2015 18:32:01 GMT -5
If he had been left to die it was not because of Emilian, but she didn't know how to word it. Michael had showed her the hiccup in how she saw things, but it wasn't a type of comfort she knew how to give. "Emilian...," what could she say? Apologize again, condolences, reassuring words of support and comfort? None of it came naturally to her and at first she watched him rooted to the spot until her eyes dropped to the ground.
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