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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:35:01 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:35:01 GMT -5
Mortimer turned to her and shrugged. "Sure," he said, "if you don't have a problem with it, then neither do I."
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 10:38:29 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly, "Just thought I'd let you know." After that, she fell silent, staring out at the lawn and watching him from the corner of her eye.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:40:36 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:40:36 GMT -5
He stopped picking at his nails, knowing that she was watching him. He turned the penknife over in his hands, looking down at it. "How's your arm?" he asked after a while.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:42:48 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 10:42:48 GMT -5
She shrugged, rubbing her arm slightly. "Sore. And kind of numb." Shrugging again, she let her hand fall away from her arm to rest on the porch railing.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:44:02 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:44:02 GMT -5
"Did the doctor say when you could take the cast off?" he asked.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 10:46:10 GMT -5
"A couple of weeks," she frowned slightly. "It's mostly just superficial except for a couple pieces of chipped bone and some deep bruises."
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:48:57 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:48:57 GMT -5
He looked at her. "How'd you hurt it?" Most of their last mission was a blur to him. He'd gotten careless and a guard had maced him; he'd managed to kill the bastard, but had been half-blind and in a world of pain for the next few hours.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:51:25 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 10:51:25 GMT -5
She shrugged slightly, trying to remember how she'd managed to inflict so much damage to it. "A couple of bullets grazed it and then it got slammed into a wall," or maybe it had been the other way around. All she remembered was hitting the wall and bullets flying past her; it had happened too fast to really get a good grasp on it.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:54:26 GMT -5
And where were you while this was happening, Mortimer? You should've been with Wanda, protecting her...
"That must've hurt," was all he could think to say.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:57:22 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 10:57:22 GMT -5
"Hurt them more than it hurt me," she answered softly.
Only beause you turned them inside out for it, a small part of her mind taunted. But she choose to ignore it. It had been self defense, after all.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 10:59:43 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 10:59:43 GMT -5
He rubbed his eye absently. "Yeah." He looked back out at the sky. Dusk was settling and the stars were beginning to come out. "It's a nice night."
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:02:52 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:02:52 GMT -5
She nodded slightly, her lips curling up into a small smile. "Yeah," she looked out at the sky, still watching him from the corner of her eye.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:05:54 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:05:54 GMT -5
He edged closer to her, trying not to be obvious. He knew she was watching him. I'm a nice enough guy, why doesn't she like me? Because you're ugly and stupid. No woman would want you, least of all her...
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:14:03 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:14:03 GMT -5
She could feel him get closer to her, but didn't say or do anything, half curious about how close he'd get before he chickened out. There was a moment when she thought about just reaching out and pulling him close to her, but she fought that feeling down. It was the part of her that craved any sort of affection, and she'd tried her hardest to keep that out of her relationship with the other members of the Brotherhood.
What are you so afraid of Maximoff? That they'd start treating you like their personal whore? You know they're too afraid of you to try something like that... frowning, she shook that thought off.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:17:49 GMT -5
He glanced at her quickly, then looked back down at his hands. She probably wouldn't want him to get any closer. You're hopeless, you do realize that, don't you? No one could ever possibly love a stupid, ugly thing like you...
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:20:21 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:20:21 GMT -5
She sighed softly, almost dissapointed that he had stopped moving closer. After a moment of hesistation, she reached out and carefully curled her good hand around one of his. She didn't look away from the sky as she did, and remained completely silent.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:22:40 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:22:40 GMT -5
He turned, staring at their hands. She's touching me...she's actually touching me - and not hitting me...what do I do?
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:27:27 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:27:27 GMT -5
Absent-mindedly, she tightened her grip on his hand, trying to appease some of her craving for a little bit of affection. "You worry too much," she murmured, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:31:06 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:31:06 GMT -5
This isn't happening...this can't be happening... "I can't help it," he heard himself say, still staring at their hands.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:36:27 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:36:27 GMT -5
Wanda was silent for a moment, watching him. "You don't have to worry," she said softly.
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:41:04 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:41:04 GMT -5
He could hardly hear her above the pounding of his own heart. Maybe she does love me. "I'll try not to."
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:47:53 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 11:47:53 GMT -5
Silently, she pulled his arm around around her, placing his hand and her his and disentangling thier fingers. It was a desperate plea for a little affection, though she had no plans to pull the one-night stand act that she had years ago. She'd like to think that she was a little more responsible now.
Does it matter how you go about making him hold you? You're still using him, like the little slut you are...
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 11:53:18 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 11:53:18 GMT -5
He pulled her closer to him, wrapping both arms around her. "I love you, Wanda," he blurted out before kissing her.
Mortimer had never kissed anyone before; he'd only seen it done in movies. The kiss was sloppy and awkward. He hugged her tighter. She must love me...
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 12:01:04 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Apr 29, 2006 12:01:04 GMT -5
She pulled back from the kiss at first, careful not to leave the circle of his arms. It was, after all, what she'd been trying to get from him, she just hadn't been expecting the decleration of love.
Wincing slightly, she moved closer to him and ended up with her sore arm pressed between them. Gently, she rested her good hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, trying to avoid the awkardness of the first kiss. You're leading him on, pretending that you could really care for someone...
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Sunset
Apr 29, 2006 12:06:38 GMT -5
Post by Toad on Apr 29, 2006 12:06:38 GMT -5
"I love you so much," he whispered, running a hand clumsily through her hair. He started to slide his other hand up her shirt.
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