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Post by sion on Jan 2, 2006 14:28:38 GMT -5
The three dagger wounds on sion chest were lit, soon joined by several bullet wounds, and the glow of the dagger. Sion ignored it and savoured the momment.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 3, 2006 18:44:26 GMT -5
When Fox finally pulled away her lips, she did so slowly, and bit his lower lip gently. She kept her eyes closed, and looked down, resting her forehead on his chin.
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Post by sion on Jan 4, 2006 11:35:21 GMT -5
Sion stroked her hair. "Everything thats mine, is rightfully yours"
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 4, 2006 16:32:52 GMT -5
Fox could do nothing or say nothing. A lump had collected in her throat, and when she tried to swallow it back, she couldn't, no matter how much she tried. In the end, she just nodded, not moving.
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Post by sion on Jan 5, 2006 11:39:59 GMT -5
There was nothing to say that would help, sion thought. So he pulled his necklace off and tied it round Foxs neck.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 5, 2006 17:44:52 GMT -5
Fox blinked, and wiped at her eyes. She looked down at the necklace, then up at Sion. "What's this?"
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Post by sion on Jan 6, 2006 11:18:03 GMT -5
Sion touched the silver wolf head hung on the chain one last time. "The dwarves forged it for my father, a sign of friendship between the two races. It was charmed and given to me so i could sense things."
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 6, 2006 18:23:44 GMT -5
"But... why are you giving it to me?" Fox asked.
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Post by sion on Jan 7, 2006 3:43:38 GMT -5
Its not like youl need it anymore WhiteFire said to sion mentally in a rather cold voice. Sion raised an eyebrow at whitefire, "Because i want you to have it" He said.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 15, 2006 13:59:03 GMT -5
Fox nodded, then rubbed her cheek against Sion's shoulder in a cuddle manner. This was normal for her, and normal for pretty much everyone else in the house.
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Post by sion on Jan 15, 2006 15:31:58 GMT -5
(My life has meaning again! Wait, did i just type that? oops...)
Almost as if caused by this move, The particularly bad wound on sions back lit up. He stroked her hair gently, ignoring the glow.
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