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Post by Ben Montena on Jun 27, 2008 12:26:07 GMT -5
He watched her shiver for a moment and inwardly scolded himself. “Come on, I’ll get you a jumper or something.” And Ben actually offered her his hand.
Earth the Ben – What are you doing??
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Post by Goldwyn Darnay- Black on Jun 27, 2008 12:30:41 GMT -5
Goldwyn took it, his hand so warm in hers. "You're like a sauna." She laughed, "Now I knew why Loo loves the winter so much. She must not even feel the cold."
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Post by Ben Montena on Jun 27, 2008 12:34:28 GMT -5
“- our blood keeps us warm.” Ben told her, pulling her across the grass and around the side of the building to where the barracks stretched in the distance. Ben wasn’t a soldier; he was a bodyguard and a murderous one at that. If they were dealing with someone particularly difficult Brad and Ben generally tag teamed them. And he had a little room in the barracks that meant he could, if need be, stay on the grounds.
A group of vampire’s whistled, of course, who wouldn’t Goldwyn was a woman, a woman in the yard? Dressed all pretty? Well that was a rarity. His eyes flashed yellow and Ben snarled at them fiercely, and yeah, believe it, the vampires backed off, even if they were doing so laughing.
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Post by Goldwyn Darnay- Black on Jun 27, 2008 12:38:01 GMT -5
Her cheeks turned pink. "Its- Its okay, Ben. Vampires seem to have a tendency to do that. I had one almost follow me home last night but then I told him who my nephews were and he left me alone. I guess Hades and Brad have a bit of a reputation but by their reaction, maybe I should start dropping your name instead."
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Post by Ben Montena on Jun 27, 2008 12:45:42 GMT -5
Ben turned his attention to her and his eyes dropped from yellow back to their natural blue colour. He gave a small smile, the tips of his canines just seen through his lips. “Maybe.” Ben said and just shook it off.
Ben unlocked his little room and pushed the door open. It hadn’t been used in a while so the room was a little musty, but it was warm too. The bed was made and everything was tidy. There was a rifle on the desk.
Ben loosened her hand and went to the cupboard. (The only other piece of furniture beside the bed and the desk) And soon pulled out a grey hoody. It was thick and warm. He handed it to her.
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Post by Goldwyn Darnay- Black on Jun 27, 2008 12:53:04 GMT -5
Goldwyn smiled and pulled the sweater over her head. It smelt like him... Something that was infidently more appealing that she ever thought it would be. She drew the hood up and tightened the hoodie strings so she looked a bit like an eskimo.
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Post by Ben Montena on Jun 27, 2008 12:58:27 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but laugh at her and it was perhaps the first time he’d actually properly laughed. Ben touched a strand of hair from the middle of her nose and tucked it up inside the hood. Then he smirked wolfishly and drew away. “All better?” He asked her, she looked ridiculous and the hoodie was far too big.
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Post by Goldwyn Darnay- Black on Jun 27, 2008 13:02:26 GMT -5
"Dont laugh." She said, though it came out muffled through the material of the hoodie. "Its not my fault you're so large."
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