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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 6, 2008 22:33:56 GMT -5
Unlike their first kiss, which (at least in his case) had been fused with hasty passion, this one remained soft, and urgent in a different manner entirely. But one thing hadn't changed--- he enjoyed it far more than he had any right to.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, or rather, he released her lips, but he didn't move. He kissed the corner of her mouth, and then her jawline, his heavy sigh turning into a dark sort of chuckle. "You're a foolish girl," he admonished in a half-hearted whisper.
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Post by Maestro on Apr 6, 2008 23:15:05 GMT -5
Well, one thing was certain: Iseabail certainly enjoyed kissing Armand. And she could tell that he enjoyed it, too. She hoped that he had enjoyed their first kiss, as well, even though it had been accidental. This was giving her the idea that he had; he had just been surprised.
She smiled as he kissed her again, even though he wasn't kissing her lips. The hand in his hair returned to Armand's cheek. "Why do ye say tha'?" she asked quietly, hoping she'd be able to change his suddenly dark mood somehow. If she had her way, Armand would never be anything but happy.
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 6, 2008 23:26:59 GMT -5
He went still for a moment before reaching up and taking her face in his hands, staring at her in disbelief. "I just can't seem to convince you how wrong I am for you, no matter how hard I try," he said sadly.
His eyes tightened and he tried to find the right words, wishing her eyes were only one shade of blue, instead of eight. "Everything I said before, I know you remember... And now... now I'm not only unworthy of your affections, but I'm dangerous. Do you understand, Iseabail? I'm very, very selfish." He sighed and rested his brow against her own.
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Post by Maestro on Apr 6, 2008 23:42:03 GMT -5
She smiled a bit, leaning into his hands. "No, ye canna," she murmured. "I'm a stubborn wench," she told him, half-joking. In truth, she was quite stubborn, but in Armand's case, well, stubborn wasn't the word she was looking for. Iseabail knew exactly what she was looking for, but she wouldn't tell him that, not now.
"Aye, I remember," she whispered, wishing she didn't. "Armand," she started, placing one of her hands on top of his. "Ye have never been 'unworthy of my affections.' And I ken that ye ... could kill me. I stand by what I told ye before: I dinna care." She smiled at him, leaning into his hands again. "I love ... being around you," she amended, making sure not to skip a beat. "Ye are no selfish, Armand," she told him, quietly. "I will never run from ye, no matter wha' happens." And that was true. Even if it killed her, she would keep that promise.
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 6, 2008 23:55:20 GMT -5
His mouth twisted and one eyebrow arched slightly, exasperation in his eyes. "Very stubborn," he said wryly.
"Can we compromise, at least?" he continued with a hint of amusement. His hands moved to her shoulders. "I like being around you, too, but please don't promise me not to run. Promise me you will run. If I tell you to go, will you?"
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Post by Maestro on Apr 7, 2008 0:06:31 GMT -5
"Glad ye noticed," she replied, laughing. Pretty much anyone around Iseabail for any length of time could tell that she was stubborn; it wasn't hard, especially when it came to the people she cared about.
Would she run if he asked? She thought about that for a moment, then nodded. "All right," she murmured, a bit reluctantly. "If ye tell me to go, I'll leave." But only if ye will no suffer for it, she added silently. If there was a way for her to help him by staying when he told her to go, then she'd stay and help him.
She smiled, deciding that it was probably time for a subject change. "Are ye hungry, Armand?" she asked, still not moving from him. He still had his hands on her shoulders and she didn't want to break that contact. "Really, I dinna ken whether I want more music or food," she laughed. She wanted whatever would keep her near Armand for a longer period of time.
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 7, 2008 0:16:53 GMT -5
His grip tightened just barely on her shoulders as he studied her. After a moment, he relaxed his grip, apparently satisfied by her promise--- at least for now.
He blinked once at the sudden subject shift. "I-- yes, I suppose." He scowled. "Or as hungry as I can be with a hole in my stomach." But it was healing at least. He released her and stood to his feet. "What are you in the mood for?"
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Post by Maestro on Apr 7, 2008 15:12:58 GMT -5
As he studied her, she simply gazed back into his eyes, content to let him scrutinize as much as he wanted/needed to.
Oh. Right. Och, good job, Iseabail! Ye told yerself that ye would be the one to remember these things, but he's having to remind ye that he's not fully healed yet! In that case, food could wait. She blushed a bit, embarrassed that she had been so lost in his eyes that she hadn't thought about his wounds.
"Weel," she said, thinking for a moment. "I was going to have ye try some haggis, but ye might want to wait on that for a bit. I dinna ken," she smiled. "Right no, I think I just want fresh air. Will ye take a walk with me?" she asked, still smiling. Or perhaps they could grab a ride to the cemetery; it was always a lovely place, one of Iseabail's favorites. Or, if he really did want food, that was a possibility, too. Iseabail's goal was to make Armand happy, and she wasn't going to be particularly picky, at the moment. There were times when she would be, but now was not one of them.
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 7, 2008 22:43:48 GMT -5
He paused and then smiled at her. "Fresh air sounds nice. I'd love to."
He stepped toward her in theatrical flourish, holding out an arm for her. He grinned, looking just a bit like his twin. "Shall we?"
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Post by Maestro on Apr 8, 2008 0:42:39 GMT -5
Oh, excellent; he was going to go with her! "I'm glad," was all she said, but in reality, she wanted to jump with joy. They were going to spend time together outside the Opera House!
Iseabail smiled as Armand held out an arm to her. She took it, placing her hand in the crook of his elbow. He could readjust her if he wanted to; she wouldn't complain. "Aye, we shall," she answered, laughing a bit.
"Do ye go to the cemetery much?" she asked, starting toward the outside doors of the Opera House.
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 8, 2008 0:53:01 GMT -5
They made their way from the opera house, going for the most part unnoticed, for which Armand was somewhat glad. The air outside brushed against his skin, slightly chilly, and he sent a quick glance at Iseabail, to make sure she wasn't cold.
"Sometimes." He smiled. "I have family buried there."
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Post by Maestro on Apr 8, 2008 2:53:34 GMT -5
As the wind blew against them, Iseabail shivered slightly, pressing closer to Armand. Perhaps they could draw warmth from each other.
"Och, I see," was all she said. She smiled a bit, knowing now (thanks to Annie and Miguel) what it was like to have family. Before them, she had been on her own with no one to call her kin.
"Weel, it's a lovely place to wander when ye just want to think," she told him, smiling again. Shivering a little bit again, Iseabail's mind wasn't on the cold. Really, she didn't mind it; it meant that she could be closer to Armand than was probably 'proper.'
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Post by Miss Jack on Apr 8, 2008 13:05:16 GMT -5
He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it across her shoulders. His preferences leaned more to the old-fashioned tastes, and his thick black duster that brushed the tops of his boots nearly dragged on the floor on Iseabail. He laughed at the difference. Giving her his coat had broke their contact, but he still walked close.
They reached the cemetery gates and Armand's pace slowed. It really was peaceful here. He wondered why he didn't come more often.
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Post by Maestro on Apr 28, 2008 16:49:47 GMT -5
((I moved my last post to the cemetery. ))
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