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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 23:48:17 GMT -5
What Zizzy gave was very definitely a smile. Well, it was certainly cleared up now (or so she thought).
"Ah. Well I like you too. Although why you thought you had to ignore me for so long before telling me is a bit beyond me."
She'd been just a little dissapointed that he'd pulled away. But she supposed it was for the best, since there were one or two questions she had pressing at her to be answered.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 0:09:43 GMT -5
"Well, because," he said. Wasn't it obvious? "I didn't think.... er, I mean, I wasn't sure if you'd like me if I liked you."
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 0:28:49 GMT -5
Oh. Poor guy. He hadn't gotten the hint. He'd just decided he liked her seperately. Which was somehow sweeter. Gingerly, since this was possible the most awkward ground of any kind of relationship, she took his hand in her own. When too friends just admitted to liking eachother as more then friends.
"I'm glad you spoke up."
To hell with being ginger. Zizzy pulled him to her, kissing him full on the mouth, a small actual spark passing between them, but it was so small as to be a tickle instead of a source of pain.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 0:42:20 GMT -5
Armand gave a muffled noise of surprise against her lips, but was quick to return the favor. The spark, somehow, made it all the way down to his feet. It was many levels of nice, well okay, many levels of brilliant, but it was still different from kissing Iseabail. And the difference seemed to hit his head like a sledgehammer. Prepared, this go around, instead of yanking away in surprise, he grabbed hold of her face and kissed her deep and hard, almost like an apology.
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 1:27:14 GMT -5
That wasn't fair. He could do the same thing with his lips as he could his eyes. Her knees turned to jelly and had she not already been sitting down she would've fallen. Not one to remain conservative, Zizzy's arms went around his neck and she pulled herself onto his lap in an effort to get closer. It worked. This was lovely, this was perfect culmination to her recent frustration. The intensity of his kiss only encouraged her in her returns.
This was bliss.
But eventually she had to come up for air, which was unfortunate. They're heads were still very close, and so she was glad her breath never smelled like anything but rain.
She only smiled at him and planted another kiss on the corner of his mouth.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 1:34:25 GMT -5
He smirked, eyes on her lips. "You taste like storm," he murmured, seemingly delighted by the concept. It was wet and rumbling and electric.
His eyes darkened with a hint of regret and sadness. "But I can't. It isn't fair, to you." He could keep on kissing her, and fully enjoy himself, but he couldn't. Not when he had any amount of respect for her.
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 1:39:09 GMT -5
Her own eyes darkened for a completely different reason.
"What?" Her arms were still around his neck, but they loosened there hold so she could pull back and get a better look at his face. God she was getting more and more confused. "How isn't this fair?"
It echoed her own thoughts a moment ago, but she very much doubted that was what he was referencing too.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 1:50:05 GMT -5
As much as he wanted to crawl under the boulder they were sitting on and throw her a paper airplane with the confession inside, he held her eyes. Didn't even blink. He sighed, wishing he could kiss her, wishing she hated him and had someone better.
"I kissed Iseabail," he told her evenly. "It... meant something."
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 1:57:35 GMT -5
There was a long moment of pregnant silence and stillness from her. She simple stared at him for what seemed like an hour and in actuality was under a minute. Slowly, she slid away from him brought her arms onto her lap and continued to look at him.
"Oh." Finally, she couldn't hold his gaze anymore and she looked down into her upturned palms.
"I....oh." This was an incredible crash from where she'd been just a little while ago. It was harsh and she wished he hadn't said anything about liking her. Since it had all been, what? Useless. Iseabail was that actress, that one she met once. It hurt to think how much more his type she was. Same class, much more equal social status and so much more in common. Where did that leave her?
"So this meant....nothing?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 2:06:04 GMT -5
"No," he protested, horrified. He took reached over and grabbed her hand, too bad if she felt like pulling away, because he wasn't letting go. "No, Zizzy... this... this meant everything," he finished quietly.
"I'm telling you not because I wouldn't want to be with you, but because you deserve better."
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 2:15:19 GMT -5
Zizzy had been turning away, but he grabbed her and he was alot stronger then her and she didn't feel like flopping around like a fish out of water just to get away.
"Come off it Armand. You're allowed to like someone else. It doesn't make you a bad person. I just don't really understand what you're saying. Where does this leave us?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 2:47:22 GMT -5
She'd tried to turn away, and Armand released his grip without much fight. He looked down, and when he raised his eyes again, his demeanor was slightly changed, more calm.
"It doesn't leave us anywhere," he said. He stood to his feet, readjusting his cloak. "I didn't seek you out, Zizzy." He glanced down at her, and his eyes brimmed with an acute sorrow, a pained tenderness. "I care for you, more than I know you'll believe. You deserved to know."
And with that, he took a graceful leap off the boulder, onto the next one, making his way down.
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