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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jan 4, 2006 1:05:56 GMT -5
Maria raised a brow and her fingers drummed against her bandaged palm. "Its nothing really..."Her eyes dropped to her hand and she regarded it, cocking her head to the side slightly."Just a few scrapes." She averted her gaze upwards as he held out a cloth and she eyed it suspiciously for a moment.
"Yeah I'm sure it is..." Maria grinned and allowed it to drop into her hand. Her thumb ran over the thin material and she let out a small sigh when bringing it over to her palm.
"No nothing else." Her dark gaze flickered briefly down her body... Just to make sure... Before her eyes were brought back up. "So yes I'm-" Her sentenced stopped when she felt cold steel press gently into the flesh of her neck. And then came the hoarse voice..
"And if I do?"
She could smell the drunkeness in his breath and heard the bite in his voice. Her eyes widened as she gaze directly at Ian and her jaw tightened. The young lass swallowed unintentionally and felt the sharp pressure of the blade. It hadn't cut into her flesh-yet- but one wrong movement could easily do so. Her hand dropped to her hip, her fingers carefully pressing against the fabric of her tunic, searching for the hidden dagger. But she found nothing.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 4, 2006 1:30:53 GMT -5
*Erics grasp on her tightened when she began to struggle in his arms. Why she fought him he didn't know, he was clearly stronger than her. He hated it when they argued like this, most of the time it was completley pointless and over stupid things, like now.* I didn't say you were a damn child, Evy! Even if you are the size of one. *He muttered for the soul purpose of pissing her off further. If they were going to fight it may as well be a good one.* If you'd just STAY in the room i wouldn't HAVE to lock you in there would I! *He exclaimed, his dark eyes flickering.
He snorted as the bottles fell to the deck and rolled his eyes in exhasperation when she blamed it on him.* Don't you dare blame me for that! You're the one struggling, not me. *He barked, his eyes narrowing upon hers as she stuck her face in his, threatening him. A sly smirk crossed his lips and he took this as a challenge.* Oh really? *He snorted and hoisted her up over his shoulder, deciding the only way he would get her back to the room was to simply overpower her because he WAS going to get her back to the room.
His eyes darted over at Saber and Kat as they yelled at the two of them to stop fighting. His stare was cold enough without him having to say anything so looking away with his jaw clenched in sheer anger he headed towards the cabins, holding onto her tightly. After a much greater struggle than he thought it would be he finally had her back into the room and he flopped her down on the bed.* Stay THERE Evelyn! If that wound gets any worse I'm really gonna be pissed! Do you WANT to die?*He exclaimed, folding his arms and still glarring at her.*
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Post by Ian Miller on Jan 4, 2006 1:46:30 GMT -5
Another hoarse cackle escaped from the man behind Maria. His eyes were full of lust as he pressed the blade deeper on Maria’s neck.
“We’ll ‘ave ourselves sum fun if ye do..”
The man leaned forward and began a mixture of laughing and whispering into her ear, words which Ian couldn’t hear from his stance. His brows furrowed and he gripped the handle of the gun hard.
“I don’t think you’ll want to do that, mate.”
“You and I, we’re no mates.”
“You’re not understanding. You don’t want to be doing THAT..”
“And why wouldn’t he be?”
Ian heard the voice just a second too late, and another man, seemingly sitting down behind him, had a knife pressed to his back. His legs seemed immobile from the battle, but his hands were stable enough to hold that dagger. Ian’s mind suddenly drew a blank. The muffled whispers were echoing in the back of his mind as his pulse quickened. He could see it now. See what he had to do. But would it be too much of a risk?
Lowering his head in attempt to signal Maria to prepare herself, he held his hand just beside the pistol’s handle. In a flash, he’d spun his left arm back behind him in order to knock the blade from the owner, and while losing the risk of being injured would help him concentrate more, he was more focused on saving Maria. While he spun his left arm, his right hand drew the pistol and shot as precise as it could at the man near Maria, considering Ian was one of the best shots around.
When he had finished that, he turned around and shot the man who lay on the deck, assuring his complete demise. Rushing over towards Maria’s direction, Ian looked to see whether the aftermath was as successful as his mind had planned. He could feel a slight burning on his back, where he guessed the sitting man had gotten a swipe in when he was knocked over.
“Maria? Maria are you alright?”
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2006 1:51:59 GMT -5
Evelyn battled him back, attempting to bend over far enough to reach for the rum bottles sprawled over the deck. She didn't care anymore what he said. He was being an ass and he knew it. At his comment about her size she gasped. "ITS NOT MY FAULT I'M A BIT SMALL!" she shouted, her face turning warm, and crimson. "And I have EVERY right to blame this on you! You're the one trying to play it as if you're some sort of authority in my life!" she snapped back with a bit more sting. She meant it, it wasn't as if he had any real weight in her life. I mean, there was the whole CARING thing, but that wasn't as heavy as it could be...
But before she knew it she was hoisted up and over his shoulder. Her world went upside down and she was now staring straight into his back. "PUT ME DOWN!" she screeched, beating her fists into his back angrily. Her temper tantrum was slighty embarrassing but she hated being messed about like this by anyone.
Flopping her down on the bed her eyes burned into him. "MORE PISSED!?" she howled, "MORE PISSED?! You're insane if you THINK you could be more angry than I am at you right now!" She leaned on her elbows, but quickly sprang to her feet. "YOU are going to move out of my way and let me get my rum!" Evelyn's usually warm, honey colored, eyes were now balls of burning fire. She attempted passing him but he blocked his way. She growled and shoved him as hard as she could. But there was nothing she could do. He outweighed and overpowered her by far.
So instead, she faced him, and crossed her own arms. "And ye know...you have NO right to tell me what to do whatsoever!" she hissed. Her fists balled then at her sides and she shoved him angrily. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she bellowed, frustration building in her face. She was as a child who at current wasn't getting what they wanted. "Eric PLEASE! Get out of my WAY!"
Her eyes burned and she could only take peeks at the door as she continued the losing shoving match she was currently having with him. But that did not deflate her determination one bit.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 4, 2006 2:05:48 GMT -5
I could be more angry at you right now! A lot more angry! *He shouted so loudly that those up on deck could probably hear him. As she sprang up from the bed he jumped in front of her, continually blocking her way to the door. He wasn't about to let her leave this cabin, not while he was still breathing.* You're not leaving, Evelyn. Its as plain as that. *He stated in an unusually flat voice. He couldn't believe how stubborn she could be sometimes.
When she started shoving him and telling him he had no right to tell her what to do he felt his final straw was about to be plucked.* I can tell you whatever the hell I want to. You're my bloody fiance after all! My girlfriend I mean, gah see now you have me all...I dunno! *He cried, throwing his arms up and rubbing the back of his neck. He was shaking his head in exhasperation and quickly went back to blocking her exit.* Im not getting out of the way Evelyn you're just going to have to give in! *He barked.
Suddenly an idea sprang into his head. He had tried it once or twice before to get her to be quiet and it worked. Of course if he tried it and it only pissed her off further he could really be in a world of hurt. Thrusting his hand into one of his pockets for a moment he figured it was worth the try and so he leaned in suddenly and kissed her.*
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jan 4, 2006 2:16:00 GMT -5
As the man presssed the blade deeper into her neck she let out low gasp. The tip of the blade broke the skin, barely, and she began to feel the warmth of her own blood begin to trickle down her throat. She knew the cut was minor, but that could change very soon.
"I see," she mumured, chewing on her bottom lip. She parted her lips and drew in a small intake of air. His grip on her shoulder tighten and it fell under his grasp. He leaned forward and what was murmured in her ear made her eyes widen. No he could not could he? Yes, of course he could. This man seemed merciless. The kind that would die if he was asked to by his captain. And even if she knew this would true, that he would actually do what he was saying, she would never allow it. Her own blade would meet his throat before he even got the chance...
Her eyes immeadiately averted to Ian upon hearing a second voice. There was yet another, stationed behind him. Her fingers twitched and her brows stitched together.....
The move was quick and she stumbled back onto the man as he was shot. Her back slammed on his body before she rolled onto the deck and stopped before she could hit the side.
She took a deep breath and looked up brushing the hair from her face before both hands fell to her neck. Her fingers pressed into the small gash and she nodded in response. "Yes, I'm fine..." She frowned and pushed herself up to stand.
"Well, well that was a suprise... I have to say ye've got a good shot there." she said out of breath as her gaze lingered from Ian to the dead man at her feet. Maria set her mouth in a hard line and crossed her arm at her waist. As her gaze still set upon the man's body, his words still lingered in her mind. She closed her eyes, hoping to rid them from her memory, but upon reopining them, she found them still there. Maria swallowed roughly as a hand krept up to her neck before dropping back down just as suddenly. Her fingers dug into her hips and she turned on her heel to face Ian.
She bit her lip and titled her head, ignoring the very subtle sting on her neck.
"Are you ok?"
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2006 2:22:05 GMT -5
Evelyn's anger was overflowing. Why was he being so stubborn with her? He really had no right to be at all with her! She shook with frustration as she attempted to pass him again. "MORE angry with me? HAH! You're one to talk, if I wanted to, I could 'ave dismantled you by now..." she growled, shoving him hard but noticing as he only budged an inch. Her attempts continued but it was a certain word that stopped her dead in her tracks.
She blinked up at him, her lips parted in slight shock, and she furrowed her dark brows...
Had he just called her his fiancee?
"Did you just call me your bleedin' fiance...?" she asked him, not sure about what she felt at the moment. Her heart gave a summersault for a moment, but the anger subdued it substantially. She barely had time to speak again before his lips suddenly fused with hers. Her eyes widened as he did so and she couldn't help but for a moment tenderly return his affections. Her hands even eased and moved towards him, and one even managed to gently, almost lovingly, fall onto his neck, but she pulled away instead.
Her face was torn, what was he trying to do? She shook her head. "No...you can' keep winning like this..." she snorted, half still fuming like a child, and half stating this with all sincerity. "You're...you are just that...and that's just it...you don't know..." she said softly, her voice almost trembling in fear of the words resonating true in the thick silence. Her eyes were turned away from him, and for a moment they were cast to the floors of their cabin. "You just...I mean...its all I'm becomin' isn't it...? A pair of..." she shuddered as the thought ran through her mind. "...uncrossed legs..."
Her eyes remained away from his and did not return.
"Just get the hell out then." She snapped, turning away from him and plopping herself down on the bed, a leg bent onto it, as she proceeded to stare at her fingernails. Part of her, the part that shown, was fuming even now. Her face was fixed in anger at it all. The embarrassment, how could she face the crew? The ordering around, even though deep, deep, down she understood it was probably for the best. But his comments...his unwillingness to give her any real...hope....
Her heart ached then, sank to the pit of her stomach, and seemed to stew there. Deep within her stinging tears wanted to burst through but she had mastered taming that long ago. "Just...go..." she said in little more than a whisper, looking away from him still, letting out a shuddering sigh.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 4, 2006 2:33:07 GMT -5
*Eric was surprised when she seemed to be kissing him back but no sooner had he thought it worked she pulled away and there was a new sort of look on her face, one that he couldn't exactly read. His heart gave a jolt when she said a loud what she thought he saw her as and his mouth dropped open to speak but no words would come out, not right away. His arms dropped limply to his sides and he shook his head ever so slightly.* That's not all you are to me at all and you know that. *He said, though his voice was neither loud nor angry.
As his eyes locked upon hers he wondered if that was really how she felt, if thats really what she thought he was using her for. When she told him to get out he swallowed hard, watching her sit down on the bed. His hand slid into his pocket, messing with something there and his brow furrowed.* Evelyn you don't understand. I...it's not like that at all. I'll prove that to you, you know I just...I can't yet. Not right now. *He said, struggling to find the right words.
When she told him to go again he glanced at the door for a moment and then back to her, still fumbling with something in his pocket. He couldn't, not right now. It wasn't right and someday she would realize that. Instead he just nodded.* Fine. *He replied simply, and left the room as swiftly as he could, rushing back up on the deck looking solem.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2006 2:47:52 GMT -5
She shut her eyes as he spoke. She couldn't tell whether it was more painful to hear him talk this way or not. She didn't bother to turn to him. She simply stared ahead, as if captured by some mysterious hypnosis. He spoke again. His words were hollow to her. It was a sentiment that had troubled her for some time now she supposed, that he was not taking any further steps to show her anything at all. She invited him into her life years ago. They ate, slept, woke, fought, together and this was all he had to show for it. Not even a word from him about their future...or...
In a way she hated herself for thinking this way. She shouldn't burden him with this sort of thing. She never expected them to last, never expected him to want to stay, never expected for anything more than this, how could she? Living the way she did.
He left her with a word and a closed door. He emptied from her space, but not from her thoughts, and instead lingered there like a callouse, far too painful to ignore. The world in her space was empty, silent, and cold. She pulled her legs together, pulled them to her chest, and sighed shakily, her shoulders trembling. Why did she feel this way? There was no possible way for them to...for him to...she couldn't expect him to commit...
Then the tears like solemn, moist, crystals fell.
They stained her trousers and she sobbed openly, her sobs leaving her in small spurts, coming out sharper, and more grieved, and broken, each time. Here in her space she was able to do that without anyone around. Her body shook with disappointment, fear, anger, jealousy for the life she could never have. And she couldn't understand why. Her heart ached for something more, but her reason scolded her. She knew better, she knew this couldn't be, there would be no place for that...
No place for them.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jan 4, 2006 3:00:09 GMT -5
Tobbs tapped her foot as the captain continued to delay his response. She was growing impatient with him, especially since she felt the Pearl could be heading back towards Tortuga for a quick stop before returning to Jack. Plus, Tobbs had no patience. At all. Pacing slightly near the man, she crossed her arms in front of her. Her eyes were in a locked glare on the Spaniard. Sighing at the slow paced questioning, she glanced over her shoulder when one of the crew came in behind her.
“Tobbs, we’ve got all the rum over on the Pearl. We’re ready to ship off when you are.”
“Aye thanks mate. We’ll be ‘eadin’ off soon. Just ‘ave to deal with...this..”
She turned her attention to the enemy captain with an irritated expression. Contemplating what to do, Tobbs began her pacing again. Biting her lip slightly, she stopped and turned to Rick, making up her mind.
“I dunno what information this man might ‘ave, but I’m not wastin’ my time sittin’ ‘ere while ‘e tries ta figure somethin’ out. I’m no fool. Stalling won’ help anything, but it will feed my frustration. So let’s get ‘im aboard the Pearl and lock ‘im in the brig. I’ll stay with ‘im and continue with those questions. AND, if its deemed yer of no use...well, you get the idea.
“Rick, I’ll need you to watch ‘im. Just in case ‘e does something funny. I’d rather not break a sweat over ‘im...”
With that, Tobbs knelt behind the man and wrapped a bandage incredibly tight around his hands behind his back, so he wouldn’t have them free to move about. Grabbing his arm and pulling him up to a stance, she checked for weapons while the others kept theirs pointing at him. Removing all she felt, she dragged him out of the cabin and onto the deck of the Margarita.
“ALRIGH’ CREW, Let’s ‘ead back to the Pearl! We’ve got all the rum aboard, and we’ll be shovin’ off soon! Tortuga’ll be on the ‘orizon soon! ALL OF THE CREW, ON THE PEARL! PREPARE TO SHOVE OFF!”
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 4, 2006 3:16:06 GMT -5
*Eric slumped over with his arms resting against the railing, his head bent and his eyes shut. Maybe he should have just let her have the rum, it would have prevented all of this. But on the same note if it hadn't happened he wouldnt have found out how Evelyn was truly feeling and it hurt him that he hadn't told him this in the first place. Did she still feel she had to hide things from him?
With a heavy sigh he heaved himself back up away from the rail and glanced over his shoulder towards the stairwell. He couldn't let her think he saw her as nothing more than an object, something to keep him entertained before going to sleep. He had to go back and talk to her. He walked away from things too often, and of all the times he should have stayed with her, this was one of them.
His steps felt heavy and his heart pounded furiously in his chest as he made his way back to the cabin. He lingered before the door for a moment, just standing there and staring at it. Drawing in a sharp breath and swallowing hard he stepped back inside and the sight he saw nearly shattered his heart.* Evelyn? *He said rushing over to her. He sat down beside her and wanted to hold her, to rock her in his arms and comfort her but he doubted she would let him. He knew he had to talk to her first.
He fixed his eyes upon her, refusing to let them stray away as he began to spoke. His voice cracked slightly as a lump rose painfully in his throat.* Evelyn, I know you hate me right now but I need to talk to you. Never once have I looked at you as anything less then the woman I love. You mean everything to me Evelyn, you always have, ever since I was twelve years old. I love you so much and...and I just wish that you could see that.* He began, reaching out slowly and placing his hand upon hers.* I promised that I would prove to you how much you mean to me and I guess I haven't fulfilled that. But I want to Evelyn and I will. You have to trust me on that. *He said and for the first time since he started speaking he looked away from her and glanced out the Port Hole.
His whole world seemed to spinning and he didn't know what to do to make it stop. Lowering his head slightly he looked back over to her.* I would never hurt you like that Evelyn, nor would I ever use you. I'm not like those men and God, someday I hope you see that. *He said, his voice quiet and trembling ever so slightly as he looked away again and shook his head.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 4, 2006 9:30:52 GMT -5
(smiles innocently at all the romancing going on)
Saber, had her back turned when Eric gave her "the look." She was being helpful, and puting down another crate of rum. "This sure is alot of drink." She grunted as she bent down to start a new stack. "And just think! Someone is going to have to put it all below deck in case of a storm or something. Well it bloody well aint gonna be me! Saber knew very well that it proabably would be her. And really... she didn't mind. She needed the work to keep her mind occupied. Her thoughts kept turning to the visions she had seen while blacked out. Her breathing became shallow and her brows furrowed. Hopefuly what she saw, would never come to pass again.
Kat returned the icy stare with full vengence. If looks could kill, everyone on the Pearl would have been dead by now from Kat. She went back to work muttering about stupid lovesick couples. They would make it up in the end. They always did. Kat was very single, and liked herself that way. Attachments were not a thing to be fond of. She knew she was already too deep here on the Pearl, and she vowed that having slight friendships would be as far as it went.
Swinging the last Barrel over, Kat called to Saber. "Thats the last one mate! I'll get the rest of the crew over there as soon as I can!" Kat looked about for the rest of the crew... and saw no one. She swore and made her way to search for them. Finding Rick, Emma, and Tobbs all in the cabin she quickly said "“Tobbs, we’ve got all the rum over on the Pearl. We’re ready to ship off when you are.” Tobbs thanked her and said they needed to deal with something. Kat over heard the prisoner muttering and talking about maps...or something... "Not meaning to be forward, but er... I think 'e wants to get something afore ya take 'im." Kat said pointing at the pitiful excuse for a Spanish Captain. Turning on her heel, she set off to find the rest of the crew. "Now where the 'ell is Maria? And that new boy... whats-his-face?"
Saber sighed with relife as she rolled the last barrel across the deck. She stood and eyed the enormous pile with great satisfaction. Now... the task at hand... With a sigh she bent down and picked up the first crate closest to the stairs. The stuff needed to be moved, and as there was nothing else to do, Saber started to move it.
(While some people are having fun *cough cough* Other people are WORKING! *hint hint*)
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Post by Ian Miller on Jan 4, 2006 20:47:28 GMT -5
As if her words to him were a cue to move, Ian drew closer to Maria. In one step he was inches from her, his eyes focused on the gash she’d just received.
“I’m more worried about you still.”
Over time in this crew, Maria had grown to be the one person Ian ever felt he needed to watch out for and protect. He’d never noticed it; it was really an instinct. He'd recalled his words once to her and guessed it was because she was younger than him and most of the crew(even though he was a little over a year from her age). He’d never told anyone to be careful or put himself in harm’s way for their sake. But somehow she’d drawn a side out of him he hadn’t noticed he had.
“You have to be more careful Maria,” He said worriedly but with a definite tone of sternness. “You shouldn’t even be over here alone, you could’ve gotten really hurt, or worse.” While his words were practically commanding (he’d never spoken with any kind of emotion before this crew, and he definitely wasn’t used to showing concern...), his actions were much gentler.
He’d placed a finger under her chin softly, tilting it up to examine her slender neck. He hadn’t even waited for the approval as to whether she’d permit him or not. He finally took his eyes off of the cut and looked into hers, searching for some indication she understood his concern.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2006 20:52:07 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes looked up towards him as he entered again. Her brows lifted, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. "Eric..." she mumbled, wiping her face with her sleeve, taking away the moist tears, the remains of her pain. She attempted to clear herself, put on hold once again the tears that once were free flowing over her face. She shook her head, as if physically attempting to snap herself out of the sobbing she had given into mere moments before.
Immediately when he began to speak she snapped at him, "Don't talk to me..." but he continued nonetheless, causing her to rest her chin on her arms once more, and stare straight into the wall. He told her all the stupid things she had wanted to hear, but even then they did not satisfy her. Not completely that is and she understood now why. It had become plain to her in these past few moments with him. She smiled at the thought of them when they were children. Even then Eric had treated her like a child, believing he could very well tell her what to do. She wouldn't have any of it of course. Even now she wouldn't.
His hand rested atop hers and she eyed it curiously, wondering whether within it there was true sincerity.
She continued looking away from him the entire time, bent on still being upset with him for acting the way he had, forcing her to her room, and yelling at her in front of the crew. Besides, it didn't matter what he said much anymore. She took it to heart, but she wasn't certain her heart itself accepted it whole-heartedly. "Sure you do..." she said bitterly, casting her eyes towards him with a sting. "Of course you MEAN to prove it to me..." her voice was dripping with sarcasm of course and she rolled her eyes at it.
"And I KNOW you're not like them..." she spat, frustated. "You just...I guess everythin' just hurts more...because..." her words were slow and she had almost begun to say the difinitive L-word before she stopped herself. "Because you mean so much more to me...you know? I mean...ye understand that, right? Everything you do, every gesture, every word, every presumption, every lie, every betrayel...." she paused upon the word, lingering to recall the one thing he had done to her years ago now that she could never and would never forgive him for. "Every....hesitation...is so much more devastating. Understand?" With that, Evelyn finally turned her warm, soft, honey eyes towards him solemnly.
"But its not as if...well I can' expect..." her voice trailed off again, she was talking now in bits and fragments, as if she were speaking calmly and somewhat rationally to herself. "Nevermind" She decided. There was no real reason for her to be angry at him. This, hesitation for him to commit any more to her was not his fault. Not his problem. And it shouldn't be hers. "Forget it. Just...forget it." She mumbled, burying her face in her hands, running them past her forehead and into her curls.
She then looked to him and forced a smile up at him. From somewhere deep down she wanted to forget it all and allowed herself, slowly, to lean into him, and wrap her arms tenderly around his waist, squeezing her form against him and finding comfort there, as she always did. She decided she wanted to relish in this moment if but for a few seconds, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, and breathed in his scent.
She couldn't do it though. As much as she truly wanted to enjoy the embrace, there was hesitation there. Pulling back calmly, she said,"Jus'...don' ever presume you can tell me what to do until you get the guts to give me something more than this." Those words, she hoped resonated deeper than anything. In her mind, she was right.
It was her last scrap of true, free, life with him around. The fact if she held no ties over him, he possessed none over her. Not until....well that would never happen...
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jan 4, 2006 21:51:03 GMT -5
The corners of her lips twitched into a grin and she ran her tongue along the line of her teeth. "There's no need." Maria blew out a sigh and arched a brow. Her stance was somewhat defiant. Her posture was straight, her arms were crossed at her chest... "No need to worry at all." Her voice however was soft a complete contradiction to her stance.
Her eyes narrowed at his words and the young lass blew out yet another sigh. He sounded just as bad as Will! Her dark eyes watched as he placed her fingers gently under her chin and lifted it, apparently examining the small gash. Though she had not granted him permission to do so she remained still and slowly her expression softened. She could see the concern in his eyes, could hear it in his voice.... Maria swallowed and bit her lip. She met his gaze when he averted his own and her brow lifted. "I'm not a child," she commented, her chin moving against his fingers as she spoke. "I am capable of taking care of myself... I have for previous years..."
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