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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 2:37:47 GMT -5
It took a second for Jasper to reorient himself. He hadn't even heard Diaspro come out, had no idea she even existed on the same planet, until Camilla pulled away. Diaspro didn't seem particularly perturbed, but that didn't stop the red that flooded into his face. He quickly released his hold on Camilla.
"I think it might be wise to lay low for the time being, until some of the heat wears off," he said.
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 2:49:01 GMT -5
Diaspro nodded and threw the bags into the back of the trunk. "I owe you." She muttered, barely loud enough for Camilla to hear, "I owe you my life." She sighed a stony sigh and clambered into the back of the car. "We won't do anything, extremist, while you remain in our company. But the welcome is not permanent."
Camilla thought it was about a good a compromise as she'd get from the statue, and it was a much better one than she'd been expected. She was disappointed when Jasper dropped her like a hot potato, and wondered why he felt embarrassed, simply because they'd been caught? Or something else? She did hope it wasn't going to be the last time they kissed. She'd been rather enjoying herself.
"I think maybe you guys should hang low in Chimera. No one will expect you there, and none of you look very Dreamy."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 2:55:32 GMT -5
Hang low in Chimera.
He watched Diaspro from the corner of his eye, trying to guage her reaction. "That might not be the best idea... for some of us." He fingered the hilt of his pistol for a moment (Camilla had been so gracious as to pick it up from the prison holdings). "I'll go. Try and earn some extra money."
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 2:58:43 GMT -5
James would stay with Diaspro, and she was already agreeing with Jasper. "James and I will hide in the Eye of the World mountains, I know of a safe cave. Once Jasper saved up enough, we'll all move on. Without you." She added pointedly as James got into the driver's seat. Camilla supposed she had a choice, to go with James and the stone woman and live in a cave, or go with Jasper, if he'd have her.
She turned to him, "No one knows about my flat in Chimera. You could stay there with me."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 21:57:49 GMT -5
Live with Camilla?
His naturally sleepy eyes grew even more vague-looking as he thought. It sounded nice, but it also sounded dangerous. He knew himself, and knew he wasn't easy to live with.
"I'd like that," he said quietly, hardly believing himself.
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 22:15:26 GMT -5
Diaspro looked at Jasper with someone close to regret, maybe sadness and she smiled at him. "Please, be careful." Her cold voice was intoned with a heavy amount of emotion and she waved at him sadly. He was, after all, 1/2 of the only family she had. James waved and grinned his hound-dog smile, trying not to cry because he was a man and they did not cry. "Don't forget to visit."
Camilla felt like she was intruding on something. She hadn't realized they were so...close. Smiling at Jasper she walked a few feet away to maybe give him space, a chance to say bye, and gather his things without her hovering.
Besides, she was trying really hard to remember if her apartment was a mess or not.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 22:20:01 GMT -5
"I'll be careful," he said, rolling his eyes. What would he be doing? Fast food in a nice flat? They were the ones living in the enchanted forest. "You be careful. And go easy on James."
He didn't have much, really. A small sack that they'd grabbed from the prison, and that was it. "It won't be long." He hoped. How long would it take to earn enough money? He hadn't actually been separated from Diaspro and James for... decades, really. He hadn't kept count.
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 22:27:30 GMT -5
Diaspro even grinned. It seemed escaping Rissa had put her in a surprisingly light mood. "We're off then." She glanced over at Camilla, "If something happens to him, we're blaming you." She yelled and than told James to gun it before anyone could reply. They needed to find the place before dark.
Camilla watched the yellow jeep hurdle away and sighed, staying her distance and looking back towards Chimera. "I'm ready when you are." She said simply, holding out a hand to be taken when he wanted so they could poof out.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 22:36:03 GMT -5
He watched until the Jeep disappeared from sight, and then turned to Camilla, fingers brushing the edge of the holster on his hip out of habit. He slipped his hand into hers; his much larger one all but swallowing it. Ready, to live with a woman he was attracted to, ready to live back in civilization, least of all a Nightmare city, ready, ready...
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 22:48:13 GMT -5
Camilla stared down at her hand (well his hand, her hand was somewhere in there) and for a brief second forgot what she was supposed to be doing. So that when they did poof out of the forest, she was blushing.
They landed in the kitchen of her apartment, and she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw it was spotless. Turning away from him, she went to her linen cupboard, took out clean sheets, pillowcases and an extra blanket.
"Come on." She beckoned and walked across the room to her bed. The one bad thing about flats, the only room with actual walls was the bathroom. Efficiently, with the ease of someone who changes sheets constantly (which she did, in the hospital), she flicked off her sheets, rid the pillows of their cases and quickly made up the bed with fresh, clean linen, replacing the blanket with the one she'd brought and tucking a single pillow under her arm, which she went to drop on the couch.
"I can give you a few drawers in my dresser, but my closets are kind of stuffed, sorry."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 23:03:59 GMT -5
He watched her changing the sheets for a moment before comprehension sank in.
"I'm not taking your bed," he said firmly, leaving no room for debate. He held up his bag, giving her a pointed look. "I don't need much room." Maybe he would, though, now that he wasn't going to be living in the woods. He couldn't survive on one outfit a week in civilized company.
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Post by Jules on Oct 27, 2008 23:20:25 GMT -5
"I took your bed, I'm returning the favor." She replied just as stubbornly. She looked to his tiny bag and realized that probably wouldn't last for very long. "You can wish up some new clothing, you haven't technically used up your wish today."
And she knew she had a tootbrush in case of overnight visitors, which again, hadn't happened in centuries. The toothbrush might've been made from horse hair. "I can't cook." She said with a hint of a grimace. "And the food I conjure up doesn't taste so great, so I usually order out. There's money in the pot by the door in case you get hungry. I have a spare key for you." Well, the key, since she didn't actually use it.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 0:25:57 GMT -5
"I let you use my bed because we kidnapped you," he reminded her. It was hardly the same thing. He dropped his bag onto the couch with an air of finality, raising an eyebrow as if daring her to challenge him.
"I can cook," he said, with a small smirk. As for the clothes, he tried to think of another option, or at least to argue he didn't need any, but the argument fell flat even in his head. "Mm... so, I.... wish for new clothes?" She would have to choose the styles, since he didn't have a clue.
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Post by Jules on Oct 28, 2008 0:33:14 GMT -5
She might've let it pass had he not raised his eyebrow like that. It was easy enough to pick up his bag and throw it over onto the bed, before collapsing onto the couch, taking up as much room on it as she could.
"I like the couch better. I've been looking for an excuse to sleep on it." She lifted her wand from thin air and waved it from her supine position. A stack of handsome, well made clothing appeared on her bed. Mostly casual wear, and based off what she'd seen him wearing in the past. Except stepped up a notch or ten.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 0:44:37 GMT -5
She was determined to be difficult, apparently. Without hesitation, he bent and picked her up like she was a handbag and tossed her onto the couch. He would have gloated over his victory as well, but the appearance of his new clothes stopped him in his tracks. His eyes widened and a low whistle escaped. He touched a few of the shirts reverently. These looked way too nice to belong to him.
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