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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 4:16:56 GMT -5
He grinned. "How kind."
"Alright... how about this.... I have..." He counted quickly in his head, "Five godfathers, not including their girlfriends, which are like second mothers."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 11:03:59 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed. "Holy hell, I guess you were never at a defecit of attention." Zizzy wasn't a born Nightmare, but had still lived with a doddering older couple for a long time when she'd first been created to replace the old fear of storms who had passed away (the fear itself was much older then Zizzy).
"Ok, ok. How bout this. My favorite play is actually The Lion King, which is probably the least culturally significant thing you could think of. I also sneak into the real world just so I can watch Disney Movies. I love them."
The Beauty and The Beast was one of her favorites, along with Pinocchio, and of course, all the Lion King's.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 16:40:25 GMT -5
"Really?" He squinted up at the sky, not sure if he'd ever seen the Lion King. Perhaps he would have to invest in watching it (the movie or the play) sometime.
He shifted his jaw around, thinking of his next "confession". "Hmm.... I've never had a cold. My favorite book is Wuthering Heights. I hate team sports, and every time I hear the song Great Balls of Fire I break into a cold sweat due to a traumatic childhood experience."
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Post by Jules on Feb 17, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -5
"Wuthering Heights?" She sounded like she was pretty close to scoffing. "But they're both such....horrible people. Ok, then. I can't get into a book unless I like the characters." Which was why Wuthering Heights was a major no-go for her. She couldn't stand to read about people who irritated her (which was why she'd also given up reading Romeo and Juliet, Othello, and a few other Shakespere plays because, seriously, everyone was just dumb in most of them).
"My favorite book just so happens to be Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Which probably wasn't so surprising. But no one had ever asked before, and so it was something no one else knew. "Also I really don't like scaring people all that much. Like, ok. Not even a little bit. I only do it when it starts to you, know, hurt." She scrunched up her nose and wondered if it would make her seem wierd. It was just, Zizzy didn't appreciate being feared.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2008 22:50:31 GMT -5
"They are horrible," he agreed, "but even so, they love each other, and their love, their ability to love, however misguided they are, is their one redeeming quality." He chuckled a little at her choice of literature. It suited her.
He sighed. "I think.... its rare that you care. Not that I disagree, it's just... most Nightmares I know don't put much signifigance in human emotion."
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Post by Jules on Feb 17, 2008 23:30:02 GMT -5
"That's slightly moronic." Oops if he didn't care. "I mean, they kind of created us? Besides, I think thunderstorms are beautiful. Well, that sounded really conceited but, not me, the acutal phenonmenon. And I don't like scaring people with them. It's....wrong. It'd be like you, scaring people with your music. I think."
Zizzy probably wasn't being too clear, but hopefully her point was not as muddy as she was thinking it was.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 18, 2008 0:50:59 GMT -5
He thought for a moment. "It is a bit stupid," he agreed. "But to each his own. I think thunderstorms, you included, are beautiful. But think of your greatest fear. To someone else, it's probably beautiful. And I think having fear helps us better appreciate the things we don't fear, and some people are scared of storms. But I understand what you're saying about using something you treasure against someone. Well," he corrected himself with a hint of bitterness. "I don't understand, but I see what you're saying."
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Post by Jules on Feb 18, 2008 1:40:08 GMT -5
Zizzy shook her head. Although her cheeks flared blue slightly at the 'you included', she didn't dwell on it too long.
"My greatest fear is not....not....not.....being worth anything." She finished and realized this was probably a bit heavy to be unloading on him. "I don't think that's beautiful." She tried as a joke, to lightened the atmosphere. But then there was that bitter person again, and it bothered her how much her heart went out to him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 18, 2008 2:21:05 GMT -5
Armand went still, turning his head so that he could fully look at her. He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes softening. The smile was half-hearted, sad. "You're a bit depressing," he told her. "Like gloomy rain. I think I prefer you smiling."
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Post by Jules on Feb 18, 2008 2:34:02 GMT -5
She grinned at him, and said "Sorry, I'll try at lighten up." But the moment she said it, she felt a little bit angry even. She wasn't the one who would hint at some deep dark secret all the time without actually ever saying anything. At least she was honest, and open, and didn't really worry about him turning his back on her because of something she said. Zizzy was dying to ask him, to have it out, to know. To reassure him it wasn't something that was going to make her run away. But....she couldn't. There wasn't a chance he would tell her if she pushed.
"I didn't mean to be. Besides, it's your turn. What's your greatest fear? Lemme guess, spiders, right?"
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