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Post by Jules on Aug 13, 2008 22:36:20 GMT -5
"What does it mean?" She asked. "As in, why?" Zizzy had understood the "More than my own life." part, but she wanted to know what it meant to him. She ran a hand across his cheek, tucking some of his lovely long hair behind his hear.
"It's lovely, by the way. Did it hurt a lot?" She had a tattoo herself, but didn't bring it up as it wasn't half as impressive as his and she'd gotten it done when she'd been a lot younger (and a lot more stupid).
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 13, 2008 22:40:51 GMT -5
"Yes," he answered, recalling the bites of pain Armand had suffered. "But I've had worse."
He shrugged at the explanation. He knew Armand's thoughts, but the meaning went slightly beyond thoughts, and so essentially eluded him.
Instead, he changed the subject. "Zizzy, the reason I came here is... I, well. We should talk."
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Post by Jules on Aug 13, 2008 22:42:22 GMT -5
For some reason, her stomach clenched at those words. They had been talking, so this was something serious. She sat up and looked at him, warily.
"What about?" She asked softly, hoping it was something good, something she could handle and knowing somewhere deep down that it probably wasn't.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 13, 2008 22:49:58 GMT -5
The climax of his punishment could now begin. He inwardly smiled, slow and cruel, but outwardly, Armand's face grew dark, slightly tormented.
"I'm not sure what the right words are," he began softly, averting his gaze, "but I need... we should take a break." He paused. "From each other."
To Iker, it sounded cliche and pathetic, but Armand's nature forbid him from being too cruel, at least initially. To make it truly hurt, it must be believable.
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Post by Jules on Aug 13, 2008 22:52:17 GMT -5
Of course. The universe couldn't let her be happy for long. She felt herself go stock still for a moment, before pulling the sheet around her and looking away from him. It sounded just like something Armand would say, but she couldn't believe it.
"What? Why?" She tried hard to keep the desperation out of her voice. "What changed? You seemed perfectly fine with us earlier."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 13, 2008 22:57:50 GMT -5
Oh, Armand, Iker chuckled coldly to himself. All your hard work to build her confidence, shattered in less than a minute.
"I was," he said, and then hastily, "I am, I mean. It's just... my family. It's different for me because I'm the heir to the throne. I like you the way you are Zizzy, but you said yourself... you're not really prince material."
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Post by Jules on Aug 13, 2008 23:01:55 GMT -5
His family? Besides Iker showing up, she'd thought she'd done okay. He'd said they weren't snobs, some of them had even seemed to genuinely like her. And she'd asked him about this before. But who was she to argue? It was the one major doubt that had stuck with her during the entire course of their relationship.
"But..." She began weakly. "I thought..." Zizzy pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I thought that was okay with you." She finished quietly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 13, 2008 23:10:21 GMT -5
"It was, for awhile," he said, one shoulder raising in a rueful shrug. He slipped slowly into cool indifference. "This is fun. You're fun, but it's not..." He seemed to struggle for the right word, "Permanent."
He glanced back at her and gave a small, almost pitying, smile. "Just a break. Maybe things will warm up. But, you should know..." He sighed. "I try not to talk about this around you," there was a vague annoyance to his voice, "but Iseabail... she's a family friend. She's..." He trailed off. He didn't say it, but the dreamy tilt to his lips suggested the word, Perfect.
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Post by Jules on Aug 13, 2008 23:14:41 GMT -5
Zizzy stood, sheet wrapped around her like a cheap cotton dress. She held it together with one hand, and had obviously given up the injured act for anger. Lightning bugs danced across her skin.
"You're just full of bullshit then Armand." She spat, feeling furious. He had promised her, had offered to adopt her, and now he was telling her it was just for fun? That he was going with Iseabail instead? Fuck him! "And once Iseabail figures that out, you'll be all alone, like you deserve." She pointed an imperious finger towards the door, voice darkening ominously, a cloud swirling against the ceiling of her apartment, black and bestial.
"Get out."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 13, 2008 23:23:22 GMT -5
A sneer curled his lip, a shadow passing over his own face. "My pleasure."
He stood to his feet, dressing in seconds. "I've never been alone," he said coldly. "Who do you have besides me, that will stand with you against me? Enjoy your freedom, Zizzy."
He pulled his cloak over his shoulders with a snap, and stormed out the door, slamming it so hard the foundation of her entire, flimsy room shook. Only once he was outside, did Iker smile.
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