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Post by Samantha-May Black on Jul 19, 2010 19:03:44 GMT -5
Samy knew this was just as uncomfortable for Isla. And chewing her lip she rose. "You know- why don't you go see Nate?" she offered her oldest friend. "I know he has a present for you, might make you feel better- I can get someone to show ou his study.."
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Post by Isla Brackner on Jul 19, 2010 19:14:51 GMT -5
Isla paused and looked up at her. "I can't do that here." It was true, Miriel took away all her self confidence. It made her afraid to step out of line.
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Jul 19, 2010 19:22:47 GMT -5
Sammy smiled and took both of Isla's hands. "Then go in innocence and talk; and check his handwritting I swear it's worse than Xanders. Honestly Isla, if no one is searching for guilt then they won't find anything." She touched back a strand of hair. "Your itching to see him." Sammy knew because it was how she felt about Parker, she just didn't have the luxury... "Go, if only for half hour."
And she called to a servant to take Isla to Nate's private study.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Jul 19, 2010 19:26:35 GMT -5
She did as she was told. Half because it was what she really wanted and the other because her best friend wasn't talking no for an answer. Go without guilt? She didn't feel guilty. Unlike Sam and Parker, whatever existed between her and Nate lay dormant. He had asked her to wait and she had avoided the Elves at all cost to keep her vow.
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Jul 19, 2010 19:36:30 GMT -5
Nate was sat at the desk, reading a paper and writing down a few things here and there. He was mildly busy but not overly. The study was just his sanctary. Its where he could step away from being in this strange little love triangle mess and just concentrate on one thing at a time. It also looked more like a place that belonged to him. While the bedroom only had his bedside cabinate, this room was littered with memorabilia. Including a pressed flower, it was the one he had given to Isla in Italy, and now rested in a frame on his desk. Nate didn't look up when the door went, but his pen paused when the servant announced ; "Miss Isla Brackner." He felt his heart in his mouth.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Jul 19, 2010 19:56:59 GMT -5
Isla stood in her new outfit and wished for the milloneth time that Freya wouldn't meddle. The Devil had dressed her and, like an elephant who never forgot, made sure to make her wear Nate's favorite color. "Am I bothering you?" She asked, moving no farther than the door way. "Cause I can go if you want-"
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Post by Samantha-May Black on Jul 19, 2010 20:03:13 GMT -5
He didn't answer, just turned to look at her.
"my lord?" Came ther servants interjection, not sure what to do now..
Nate took a few moments to realise what he was suppose to do, and noddedto the servant. "Thank you Kalvin, Miss Isla isn't distrubing me."
"my lord." The man bowed and with a smile exited.
Nate wet his lips. It had been so long... he hadn't seen Isla since his marriage to Sammy, that was nearly 18 months now. Secretly he counted the days, the hours even...it was partly why he had fought so hard with the elders to make sure Samantha could have all of her friends around her for her birthday.
"Isla." He name came out on a breath and he rose, swiftly stepping forwards he caught her in his arms and kissed her.
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Post by Isla Brackner on Jul 19, 2010 20:08:20 GMT -5
And her strength crumbled. Her resolve, her internal talks, everything. Her heart raced as she tasted him and lavished in it. Her knees turned to jello she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his.
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