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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:57:47 GMT -5
Despereaux felt a shiver down her spine and asked quietly. "And... the fact that I already have a child doesn't bother you? The fact that I'm cold hearted and evil towards everyone?" she asked then whispered, remembering what had set Amos and most of the other men she'd met during her lifetime, "Or.. that I'm royalty?"
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 22:04:27 GMT -5
"No...not particularly." He replied with a tiny smile, running his hand through her hair once more. "So what you have a child? Not everyone's perfect. From past relations I assume? No problem what-so-ever. I probably...well...I couldn't tell you wether or not I have any children. For all I know I could. And, from what I've seen, you aren't cold hearted. Or evil, for that matter." A grin played on his face now as he pressed his nose to hers. "And, didn't we already discuss this royalty factor?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 22:08:02 GMT -5
Despereaux felt tears in her eyes and she hugged him tightly, trying not to cry while burrying her lips against his. A feeling washed over her. Warmth, yet she shivered with delight and her stomach churned lightly. A head rush caused her to pull away a sort of drunk smile on her face.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 22:11:23 GMT -5
His eyes held signs of confusion and mixed emotion; unsure of what had happened in total, but now knowing that he had done something to change her view of things. A smile slid across his face after fading with mommentary confusion, and Fissure chuckled lightly. "My my, aren't we the odd one?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 22:19:58 GMT -5
"I'm-I'm sorry..." Despereaux said, blushing lightly. "I just feel really odd... I feel warm, I just recovered from a minor head rush and a queezy stomach," Despereaux chuckled. "I don't know what's gone over me," she shrugged, really not imagining the emotion love.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 22:21:57 GMT -5
"My darling, if I'm correct," he paused for a sort of emphasis, smiling brightly. "That's the feeling of love." Fissure offered her a loving smile, nuzzling her cheek.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 22:30:25 GMT -5
Darling? Despereaux blushed redder and felt that shiver again. No one had ever called her that, had they? If they had, she'd forgotten about it and replaced this time as her first. Desperaux nuzzled back, hoping he was right. Hoping she was in love witht he right person.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 22:35:14 GMT -5
Fissure couldn't help but chuckle at her shiver, smiling softly. "Believe me? You aren't going to deny the fact, now are you?" Fissure leaned foreward, about ready to lay his lips upon hers in a gentle kiss until...
"What...the fuck is going on here?" The question came in a form of...confusion and almost disgust. The boy raised an eyebrow, the eyebrow positioned about the eye with a purple splotch over it. Large rabbit ears perked then fell, as the boy leaned away from the scene. Now...exactly where he'd come from and how he'd gotten in here...that was a different story.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 22:39:47 GMT -5
Despereaux felt a different shiver run up her spine, one of fear and she pushed Fissure off, turning her back to Amos. She knew by that voice it was him. She hugged herself, surprised at how quickly she'd moved to hide her face from Amos.
"I was getting acquainted with the king of the East," She said to Amos without looking to him. "Since you're afraid," She scoffed, looking out the window. "Afraid of a commitment that's always been played upon since the beginning of time..." which was true. Even her father had played on her mother, and Desper was the only one of her siblings that was acutally of both their blood, hence why you didn't see them often.
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 11:38:43 GMT -5
Fissure leaned back as she shoved him, hitting the other end of the couch. He blinked a few times, looking between the two. He was about to question the identity of the other man, but was unable to as Amos snapped back at Desper.
"Afraid?!" He snapped, knowing all too well it was most definatley true. "Fuck being afraid, I wasn't the one who wanted the position; YOU wanted me to have it. Just because after a while I let you in didn't mean I wanted to MARRY you. It meant I could stand to be NEAR you without having to beat you into a pulp."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2006 17:31:37 GMT -5
"I only asked you to!" Despereaux snapped back. "And you admitted yourself that you were afraid! You didn't have to play games in order to tell me no and I was desperate! I need a spouse in three months now and thinking that you actually CARED a shit I wanted to ask you!" Desperaux yelled back at him, but with her back to him still. She didn't even want to look at him. "Just go fuck KAle! Take out your anger and fear on her!" Desper tensed up again, closing her eyes and holding back tears.
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 18:38:39 GMT -5
Fissure put his arms around Desper, a sudden wave of protectiveness washing over him. With rage, he narrowed his eyes at Amos who returned the gesture.
"Fine. Fine then, I will. She's a much better fuck date than you, anyways." Amos muttered, turning and storming out the door.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2006 18:41:18 GMT -5
Despereaux gasped, realizing what she had just ordered him to do and ran to the door. "NO! Not KAle, Amos!Robin will kill you!!" She yelled, bursting the door open and yelling down the hallway. "Don't do it! AMOS!!"
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 18:45:12 GMT -5
"Oooh, too late too late." A cheery voice echoed through the hall, a voice that did not belong to Amos. "He's gone already. Gone to do...well, whatever it is he was going to do."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2006 18:48:20 GMT -5
Despereaux didnt' even go to look at who's body belonged to the voice. She turned back into her room, slamming the door. "Fuck it! Fuck fuck fuck..." She covered her face in her hands, slicing down the wall into a sitting position and just crying into the palms of her hands.
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 18:52:56 GMT -5
Fissure was now standing, looking rather concerned. Walking over to her, he knelt down - running a hand through her hair. "Desper? What's wrong? What...just happened....exactly?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2006 18:56:44 GMT -5
Despereaux sobbed a few timess before wiping her tears away roughly. "That... was Amos... The one I loved once..." Though she knew she still did. "But.. I never had the same feeling for him as I do you but for some reason I just loved him. He treated me just like how Kale treats him... Denies him and insults him and doesn't love him as much as he loves her... I thought he loved me... So I asked him to be my king, knowing that he didn't boed well to commitments... But he didn't have to turn me down so harshly."
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 19:01:23 GMT -5
Fissure nodded his head, wrapping his arms around her. "He seems like a jerk. Perhaps it's just his nature to be cruel to others. You never know..."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2006 19:03:49 GMT -5
"Which is why I'm always on the defensive around people... I'm sorry I snapped at you all those weeks ago..." Despereaux said, burrying her face in her hands again. "I wasn't being myself, you know that now..."
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Post by Kale on Nov 4, 2006 19:10:08 GMT -5
"I know, I know." Fissure said with a smile, nuzzling her cheek away from her hands. "It's understandable. No need to fret, my darling."
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