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Post by Jules on Jul 28, 2008 23:20:52 GMT -5
When Iker left her, she felt like she was regaining balance after an illness. She'd stood, and waited with bated breath. Her chest was a knot of anxiety, it was difficult to breathe without emotions clawing gently at her throat.
And then, literally in a flash, Armand was there, well IkerArmand and then just Armand. But that look could've fooled her. The guilt was there, of course. She had, in fact, promised. And this was nothing if not betrayal. Zizzy looked away.
"I'm so sorry."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jul 28, 2008 23:35:28 GMT -5
He wanted to scream. If you're so sorry, why do you keep doing it?
He checked his temper, drawing his mouth into a hard line.
Nearby, Alexander wanted to tell his brother to take a chill pill, but going off the look on Armand's face, he decided to keep his mouth shut for the moment.
"Let's go," Armand said. He didn't know what was going on, and frankly, he didn't care. He was taking Zizzy, kicking or screaming, and locking her up in a box where he could force her to---
"You're not going anywhere yet, Armand."
He turned sharply, finally noticing the pink woman encased in crystal. Funny how things escape your notice when you're mad. She was too brilliant to be beautiful, too sharp to approach.
Hina's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Aah... you look like him."
Armand shot a look at Alexander, raising an eyebrow.
"Aunt Hina," Alexander said dryly, and this time Armand looked with new eyes, regarding her as one might a rattlesnake.
She continued without waiting for a response. "Alexander is an unchecked version of his father, and Gennevieve is the sweetened version of her mother. But you... where did you come from, everyone wanted to know? How could two egotistical Nightmares like your parents possibly produce someone like you? But I know who you're like. Tell me, Armand," her gaze rested on the bow strapped to his back, "Are you any good with that bow?"
Confused, Armand glanced at both Alexander and Zizzy. Somebody had better tell him what the hell was going on, and fast.
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Post by Jules on Jul 28, 2008 23:44:17 GMT -5
Afraid to say too much, lest she anger Armand even more, or have him figure out she hadn't tried to keep Iker out at all, she was silent a moment more.
"We're getting Iker out of you." It was hard to talk she was so wrought with anxiety, fear, worry, guilt and anger. She felt like her organs were going to slid off her tongue and hit the floor. Hina's speech seemed distant, farther away, while Armand's was dangerously close.
"Hina, with all due respect, we don't have all the time in the world?" Would you just get on with it you pink little overdose.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jul 28, 2008 23:59:55 GMT -5
What?
Getting Iker out of him? Was she serious? He stared at her, glared (like I'm trusting anything you say), and turned to Alexander, who held up his palms tiredly.
"Hina has a device that can kill Iker without harming you, but of course, Iker will never consent to that, so now, we're thinking of tweaking it, but only Hina knows how and she won't tell us until she talks to you."
For a long time, Armand said nothing, his face entirely void of any expression. And then, he displayed his consent with two words, directed at Hina, "So talk."
She grinned and curled a finger at him. "Clo-o-o-oser..." She hushed, and he stepped closer. She leaned down so their faces were only apart by the liquid cream of the crystal. "No fear in your face, and no malice. Even your hair, long like that. Just like him." She sighed. "I can't kill you then, that's it."
"How kind."
She chuckled. "Come here, and I'll tell you quietly what I need."
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Post by Jules on Jul 29, 2008 0:45:58 GMT -5
Zizzy watched with the ongoing apprehension that threatening to swallow her whole. She tried deep breaths, working out some of her frustrations into silence. But there was no destroying the tense air, no matter how zen she tried to be. It hurt so much to see that look in Armand's eyes when he looked at her. But if this worked, it would be worth it. She wasn't selfish, she wasn't.
"Don't bleed on her." She said, wondering what Hina had to say for Armand's ears only. What she was going on about. Who was 'him'? What did it really matter? At least, at the very least, Armand seemed interested in going through with this.
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