lyddietalise
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I burn the pages in my head, but the memories are so clear.
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Post by lyddietalise on Feb 7, 2012 20:07:48 GMT -5
Removing her hand from his shoulder she watched him carefully, her guard had gone down the moment he showed an inch of true human emotion and for her that was one of the biggest mistakes she could have ever made. She listened carefully to every word he spoke and nodded, smiling tenderly and crookedly at his attempt to show her respect. But his next question had caught her off guard. She tried to think about an answer thoroughly. Memories of her past flooding back to her. Her parents selling her, the way her "master" had treated her, escaping from that life...But she could not remember a moment where she had truly ever been in love.
Instead of giving an answer she sighed heavily and avoided answering. Allowing herself to answer his next question she pursed his lips for a quick moment. "You truly do not have to but I suppose dinner wouldn't hurt...would it?" She said softly. Her mind swirled with doubts and screamed for her to go back to fight it. She wanted to argue so badly and her body urged her to say no yet she agreed to the thought of dinner. After all, this manor was an oddity in itself. She had no idea how she came upon such a place. She had no memory of it and now she had lost anyone she knew back in Paris and was paired with strangers. Who could it hurt if she had gotten to know one other person?
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Alexander Arjon
The only friends I have are the earth and the rats
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Post by Alexander Arjon on Feb 28, 2012 19:48:43 GMT -5
He nibbled his finger as he spat out part of the nail and scratched his head as he walked over back to the dining room table and turned back towards her. He had walked out halfway away from the dining room and now he was returning forward to the place were he started.
" I hope you like fish and potatoes.. I don't know how to cook much else. Also cheeses do you like cheeses?" he asked shily as he was not used to this. A woman in his arms again, a woman of all things. This woman had fought him , clashed with him. But he liked women who spoke their own mind.
But testing the waters once again of love was good. Extending his hand out to the girl, he hoped he would take it. No harm would come to her, he had fixated that into his head. Yet the question he had asked unanswered as he wondered why that was. He ignored it for now, but he was defiantly curious if the woman could speak her mind. He wondered what made her halt and voice her mind on that matter.
But that did not matter now, he had an impression to make and that would cost him since he was not mentally prepared. But he would suck it up, and act forward and beyond to be the gentleman he knew to be. " Do you like music? " he asked and wondered if this question as well would go unanswered too.
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lyddietalise
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I burn the pages in my head, but the memories are so clear.
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Post by lyddietalise on Mar 1, 2012 14:18:45 GMT -5
Her guard raised once more, in that moment. She had just agreed to dinner with a man who had nearly attempted to kidnap her. In that time, Lydia turned her back on the man, debating whether to run. But just as she had in the dining hall, her feet seemed glued to the ground. Frowning in discontent, she tried to think of something to say to allow him a chance to leave. As her mind reeled with ideas, she looked back at him while faking a smile easily. This man was a danger to her, someone she did not wish to be around for long. Though she welcomed the idea of getting to know someone, something itched deep inside her that this would haunt her for life.
"Fish a-and potatoes is lovely." She stuttered slightly out of nerves. He was planning to cook? The curses that ran through her mind angered her. She knew she had done the stupid thing by agreeing. Lost in her own thought she had not gotten to answer his question about cheeses until she remembered that there was another, standing in front of her. "Hmm? Cheeses! I'm not very fond, but I'll live." Lydia shrugged for a moment, the sleeves of her rather ill fitting dress falling to her shoulders.
She saw the way he had extended his hand toward her and her heart nearly stopped beating in that instance out of fear. He had held a rat. Touched a rat. She hated rats. There was no way out for her now. She had not one clue as to what he would do if she tried to run off and it frightened her. Yet she kept her fear to herself. Hesitantly she reached for his hand and nearly pulled back when she remembered that any sign of hesitation would most likely give away her fearful thoughts and so she took his hand.
Inside, her organs shifted in slight disgust as the thought of rats being around made her sick and wish to flee. She was constantly at war with her mind in these moments for she had not wished to completely put her trust in this man. His sudden question, though, had caught her by surprise and she looked up at him with big hazel eyes. "I love music." She thought about the days at the ballet. Those were times she truly missed, but she also remembered her desire to sing. She was not talented enough. Dancing was more her forte.
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