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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 15, 2010 17:17:57 GMT -5
And she screamed and writhed in pain. Xable crumpled to the floor, trembling and cussing both of them
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 15, 2010 17:52:57 GMT -5
Moving back to his chair, he looked at Luc who nodded and then disappeared. Slowly, the young Lord of Hell came to the woman's side, stroking back her hair with a sigh. Scooping her up, he took her back to his quarters and lay her out on his bed.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 15, 2010 17:54:44 GMT -5
And she struggled with him, and as he lay her down she pushed herself away from him. Landing in an unsteady heap on the floor she scurried backwards. "Get the fuck away from me." Xable snapped, but the bravado hid the fear.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 15, 2010 21:48:01 GMT -5
He ignored her basically as he moved towards his bureau, standing in front of the mirror. As if nothing had happened, he undid his tie, folding it and placing over the corner of the mirror frame and placing the handkerchief within the top drawer. Wrath after all without organization is chaos. Taking off his jacket he hung it in the same spot as his neck tie before turning to watch her again.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 16, 2010 2:45:12 GMT -5
she sat quietly in the corner, her head on her knees, kness up tight to her chest. Xable looked small and childlike. The glare in her eyes betrayed her anger and fear. When he looked over at her she flinched and her eyes went down.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 16, 2010 12:02:37 GMT -5
He cleared his throat, "Xable, come here."
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 16, 2010 15:22:04 GMT -5
She paused for a moment, as if contemplating not listening to him. Then she crawled across the floor to sit at his feet; the curve of her back almost seductive as she moved across the floor.
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Post by Bails on Mar 17, 2010 15:49:38 GMT -5
Tyr graced her chin with his finger, "Its not so bad, you know." He murmured, to convince the both of them. "It could be much worse."
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