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Post by Maestro on Feb 12, 2009 16:35:49 GMT -5
She turned to look at him, much closer than she should probably be comfortable with. In all honesty, she should probably be frightened of him, shouldn't she? But she wasn't; she was oddly calm about .... everything.
"Aye, weel, tha's the easy part. It's getting you a body, in particular the one I'm sure you're after, that will be difficult," she murmured, noticing Iker's unusual eyes. She'd seen them before, of course, but she hadn't been offering to help him, at that point. Then, they had been rather at odds; now they were sort of allies. Hmm, this was an interesting arrangement.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 17, 2009 23:13:38 GMT -5
Iker's eyes flashed and his entire body went still.
After a moment, he said, "Are you implying you're willing to plot against the man you once loved to help me?" His lip curled into a sneer. "Forgive my cynicism, Iseabail, but I don't believe you."
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Post by Maestro on Mar 4, 2009 1:04:16 GMT -5
She looked calmly and coolly into Iker's unusual black eyes, gaze never wavering, and simply answered, "Aye." Laughing slightly, a bitter edge to her voice, she added, "And ye see how weel tha worked out for me." In all honesty, though this probably wasn't the best way, this would help her. She knew that even if Armand tried to tell her he loved her and he wanted a relationship with her, she would not accept the offer.
It did make her sad, though, thinking of the friendship that had been lost. But no matter; it was time to move on. "What do I need to do to prove it to ye?" she asked, straightening herself to her full height. It was time to start again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 4, 2009 19:54:11 GMT -5
For those moments in which she met his unblinking gaze, he searched her eyes, ever the window of the soul, for any traces of deceit. Certainly he was no expert in the ways of love and the scars and distortions that could be left on a heart, but he was very good at mimicking, and that meant little nuances did not escape his notice.
He continued to stare for a moment, and one side of his mouth turned up. "Are you certain?" he said, and as he spoke, his voice melted into the softer tones of Armand's voice, sweet and rich. His hair grew and became the glossy color of a raven wing, his eyes a nearly-silver blue color. In the form of the prince, he came behind Iseabail, wrapping one of Armand's gentle hands around her waist and used the other to lift her hair off her neck. Placing his lips over the skin just in front of her ear, he asked in a husky whisper, "Nothing would tempt you?"
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Post by Maestro on Mar 7, 2009 1:57:07 GMT -5
While she might have been tempted just a few short weeks ago, Iseabail had gone through a lot of changes recently. She remained calm as she pulled herself from the "prince's" arms, prominent emotions a vague sadness and a burning anger at how horribly she had been treated.
"I'm certain," she said, some of the sadness and anger showing through in her tone. "Armand could have been a gentleman, but he wasna." Quite frankly, she'd be more tempted by Iker as himself and that was very strange to her.
And then she thought about what Armand had done to her again. Her eyes blazing with blue fire, she set her mouth, clenched her hands into fists, and stated, a bit of a growl in her voice, "No, I willna be tempted. I may even enjoy the revenge."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2009 19:30:16 GMT -5
Iker smiled, Armand's visage melting off his face to be replaced with his own. The black seed of bitterness was rooted deeper than he'd initially thought. If cultivated, it could grow into a living thing of hate that would wrap its vines around her heart until nothing was left. Nothing, he mused, gave him greater pleasure than unearthing the darkness of a soul.
"Well, it seems I was mistaken." He bowed slightly. "Please accept my apology, Miss MacDonald. On to business. When can I retrieve my fear, and when will you expect payment?"
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