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Post by Arual on Nov 19, 2008 20:56:50 GMT -5
"I-I'll tell you what happened..." she said, "as soon as I calm down, Israfel." She had begun to get better, but still it was hard to figure out what she'd have to say. She was scared of what he'd think.
Lily looked at Crae and back to the couple. "Well.....I don't know about those boys, but I'm staying for a while- they barely even ask the girls to work anymore! I swear, that town is full of a bunch of sexists....." a bit of a serious, but airy laugh adding to her statement. "Besides," the young woman also added, "I haven't seen this boy in so long- I need to catch up with him."
Crae thought about it....they needed him back tonight. "I'm not sure. I'm hoping I can stay until tomorrow, but I took off in the middle of something a bit important (to those stupid government officals, even though there ARE NO terrorists around.) so I have no idea if they'll be calling on me again. It could be tomorrow- it could be in the next minute...."
"I hope you stay though, Crae. I never see you anymore....." Cecil said.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 23, 2008 21:25:14 GMT -5
"I am too," Keyne exclaimed. "You know, when I think about it, we both grew up pretty quickly. Come on, I have a present for her." She walked over to Suzume and hugged her with the hand not holding Neko. "Hey there, good job!" the young woman said in congratulations. She produced an intricate carving of Suzume and Cecil, the two of them sitting in flower-speckled grass. A faint wind ruffled the flowers and their hair, and their hands were pressed against each other. The moment was frozen in sculpture.
"Do you like it? It took me a few tries. The wood part was easy enough, but painting is harder than it looks."
Hase, appearing uncomfortable and awkward despite his show of optimism, also had come. "I..." he shrugged and laughed weakly, making a face. "I.. uh...don't have a gift for you two..." He looked down at the grass, mentally accusing himself of being utterly stupid, but then faced them again with a bold smile, full of only partially forced enthusiasm. "Congrats!" He could feel Rell's eyes on him, disdainfully amused at the trifles Hase suffered and laughed over. Much too small for any powerful demon to proclaim worthy. He clenched his teeth, trying not to let it get to him. He wouldn't feel anything but happiness, not here.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 24, 2008 17:08:08 GMT -5
Suzume smiled with thanks to Keyne, "It's beautiful, thank you so much." she nodded, "And Lily, if you need to catch up with Cecil don't let me hinder you, go ahead." she didn't seem to mind being left by herself for a while. Her bright eyes looking at the little sculpture with a placid expression.
"It's okay, you know- normally the presents aren't given until tomorrow." Neko meowed to Hase. Neko was comfortably clutched in the arms of Keyne, his green eyes looking from person to person, gathering this and that, storing information in his mind as was his manner of things. His whiskers were flared out with curiousity and attentiveness, he looked very much like just your average cat.
Israfel shook his head, "You don't need to tell me." he said, "It doesn't matter what you did- just that you're okay and that it's over now." he said, his tone and manner and expression showed that he was honest with this. He kissed Marissa gently, "You look beautiful by the way." he said, his smile warm as it had ever been and you could tell that he missed Marissa very much.
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Post by Arual on Nov 24, 2008 18:24:12 GMT -5
Cecil didn't exactly want to go- but he was pulled by Lily without hesitation. "I'll be kidnapping your husband a little bit- but don't worry, I'll return him good as new!" she kidded as they walked off.
"O-Okay." she replied. "Thank you.....I'm glad I'm back."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 24, 2008 21:47:46 GMT -5
Hase took new hope in this. "I have to get him something, then," he said with determination. "Or... err.. make him something? Lord, what could I make that wouldn't suck?" You've done your own fair share of carvings, he thought to himself cuttingly, and images of the ravaged dead came to mind. The worst thing was, he couldn't even tell if it was Rell in his head or his own guilt anymore. Mental punishment was really as natural as breathing. He smiled. "So, you're a cat now. That's pretty awesome," he said to Neko cheerfully. He wondered if the bride could do so also, but felt it would be impolite to ask. The other guests had wandered away, but unless Suzume was uncomfortable, he felt he'd stay around here a while.
"You're very welcome. Are you feeling good now, married?" Keyne asked, scratching behind Neko's ears. The fur was soft under her skin, and the communication of touch was warming to her heart.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 24, 2008 23:28:19 GMT -5
Neko nodded to Hase, "It's not as awesome as you think though- being stuck as a cat isn't much fun, especially when you can't tal-" he was cut off when his head was being scratched and any talking melted into contented purring, his eyes half closed and what appeared to be a grin formed on his feline face. He noticeably pressed his head into the scratching, lifting himself up a bit, encouraging Keyne to scratch a little harder. The purring continued and it appeared as if the entire reaction was involuntary.
Suzume held her smile when Libby dragged off Cecil, "You better bring him back!" she joked as if Lily would bring back some kind of small rodent instead of Cecil, though in the back of her mind she held the sentiment of a scared and nervous, 'don't go...' but that would be a rude thing to say, seeing as Lily and Cecil hadn't seen each other in so long so they deserved time to catch up with each other. So instead she simply smiled to Hase and Keyne, a bit awkward in her position there. "I don't feel that much different, actually... well I'm really happy that I'm married but it's not like I changed physically." she was tempted to continue rambling to make sure she was getting her point accross but there was only so long you could talk about how you feel after a wedding before you're considered droll and self centered. She already felt like she was being considered to be an asshole or something due to all of the attention she was getting- and now Cecil was gone... which would mean there was nobody else to divert attention to. 'She's trying to convince Cecil that he made a mistake right now, and he's going to realize that Lily's right...' of course no wedding party would be complete without Ouwashi throwing herself in there with her comments, you could think this very petty of Ouwashi but it all had to do with the quality of available entertainment and unfortunately this was the best she could get right now.
"Everyone's glad your back, Neko would be over here right now if he wasn't preoccupied with other duties." he motioned over to Neko who was in a state of bliss at the current moment. Of course as Israfel stood there, talking to Marissa a young woman sauntered up and wrapped an arm around Israfel's. Israfel himself seemed to find nothing wrong with the woman showing up, not even the slightest bit worried, or embarrassed, or even curious about Marissa's reaction.
"Israfel, who's this?" she asked, her attentive brown eyes looking over Marissa in a curious manner, her blonde hair in her eyes a little bit and the blonde itself was dyed with horizontal stripes of purple in some small bits. She was a twiggish thing, her eyes rimmed in heavy, vibrant makeup that seemed to demand attention. She was dressed in showy, bright colors that oddly seemed to match, she seemed generally pleasant in all honesty, not a hint of hostility in her gaze or actions.
"Well, Rory, this is Marissa." Israfel nodded, making the introductions. He obviously didn't find anything wrong or awkward with this picture and carried on with a certain calm, debonair kind of grace where even if you normally would have felt like he was in the wrong you couldn't be angry or disgruntled, he was Israfel after all, he was loved by many and he passionately loved many in return- it had become his nature as he had made it so and there was nothing wrong with this. "Marissa, this is Rory." He actually seemed happy that Marissa and Rory could get to meet each other, feeling like the two might actually get along quite well.
"So THIS is Marissa!" Rory exclaimed, a broad smile on her face and her expression brightened and seemed instantly to have reached this state of being utterly adorable, "I've heard so much about you, Israfel says so much! Only good things of course!" She said holding a hand out to Marissa. Rory couldn't have been more than five foot three, and she was definately within the range of size 0 to 1, she was also rather lacking in the department of boobs, most likely being only an A cup if anything. It was odd seeing such an adorable little teen standing next to Israfel, the garish contrast of the bright colors of Rory against the black and white of Israfel's normal clothing. In case anyone was wondering, Rory was nineteen- she was just blessed with being rediculously small. Oh yeah, she had a peircing, a little green gem on her nose. "I've been wanting to meet you for the longest time." she said, she was nice, actually- though certainly the kind that someone could be jealous over, had the situation been any different and the man in question been anyone other than Israfel.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 25, 2008 15:43:45 GMT -5
"Suzume!" Gerro called somewhat breathlessly, appearing back out of the trees. He had a migraine the size of Rhode Island, which, while smaller than many states, was much bigger than any head was meant to bear. His personal record was one the size of Soviet Russia, but he wasn't hoping to break it any time soon. He put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a big hug with the other one, the holy wreath on his head smelling like winter. With a flamboyant kind of seriousness, he said three words. "I love you."
Hase stared and then cracked a tolerant smile. Gerro and he had only gotten into a knife-fight once, which wasn't not much compared to the value of Cecil's friendship. Besides, they were compatible enough to a point. "You're a little late," he pointed out, all good humor.
Keyne laughed in delight at another friend, and also at Neko's purring. She held him up and nuzzled her face against his before gently setting him on the ground. "If you changed physically, Suzu, I'd be scared."
The sprite, while on no grounds ready to stop hugging her, at least gave her room to breathe. "You're the star of the show, today, Suzume. A wedding is for the bride, not the groom," he told her glowingly. It felt like hook clawed kebbits were digging out his brain to make room for a nest. Not too bad, yet. "And I can tell you that Cecil is about as likely to eat a mountain of split-tongued grass than ever regret it." They had called it snake-grass, when he was young. Poisonous to the touch, but notoriously hard to spot.
Releasing her, Gerro carefully kissed her on both cheeks and bowed. "I wouldn't exactly call it mind reading," he said. "But if anything is to trouble you today, it should be at least plausible. Perhaps on how you missed out on having me instead?"
Rell, despite enjoying himself, was faced with a dilemma. He had by no means forgotten a gift, rather, he hadn't yet thought of something appropriate. Time was, of course, falling behind, and so he preoccupied what was left of it by defining 'appropriate'. Maybe an infant or two, but that was simply overgenerous; it was not even Christmas yet. They'd probably be making their own soon anyway, and much more alive. Besides, people with reputations for generosity were always falling short, so he didn't want to burden himself. If only young Darishan had not taken his body with him to Hell. There really could have been something useful in that.
"I think we came on the wrong day. I heard someone say that party was tomorrow," Zanthus noted wryly with a pointed adjustment to his burlap cloak. Lorien turned, curious. "Surely the ceremony holds more weight than the following celebration?" he asked. "Not when you were hoping for a chair and a sandwich, and I'm not much for stealing from the needy." "Definitely," the young man agreed. Happiness floated inside him at seeing all the people. He would have felt much different had he been able to see what Rell was contemplating at the moment.
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Post by Arual on Nov 25, 2008 17:09:15 GMT -5
((THANK YOU RELL! Yes, keep reminding me of that one time way back in the day....like, two years ago! LOVELY. --; xDDD And you know, you all just give me so much to do! I love you for it more than Hate you. Really, really I do.))
After a few minutes and into the clear, Lily ruffled Cecil's hair. Her purple dress shone from its silky texture and worked well with her model-esk proportions and bone structure. She was not, by far the most beautiful one in their town- though there were some surprisingly beautiful people; men and women alike, that made them stand out against the rest. "So, what's it like MR. Shan?" she said lightly. "No different then if I'd fallen on a cloud.....a very....very..strange cloud," he said, "Or married you like those old timers back home had almost got us to do, no offense of course." "They all thought it would have been her for a while....but it was actually your brother that had proposed the idea to them. He knew Miia for a while, he liked her even. None of that seemed to work out either. But I'm glad for you, Cecil." Her blue eyes cast downward and immediatly to the heavens with a wink. "I didn't know that part.....about Dali," he said softly. It put him back a few steps though the smile kept on his face. There was a guilt to saying or thinking of his brother after all this time....but the truth was better to know then more lies. "That would have been bad though. They married....we.....married. One of us would have had to been split....." "Us." they said in unison with a dull extention to the word before laughing with each other. "Lily, you never change." "I try..." She looked so much like Shana, those same blue eyes and blonde hair; though it had a different cut and style (today's style was obviously special). They were not even family, but it was odd how that happened. IF he never went to TMA, he wouldn't have minded Lily. She was a good person, strong and sweet. She was more then that, but she'd never tell you what it was she hid.....another reason many guys drool over her anymore. The conversation continued and they turned around in their walk, laughing and having a nice time. It had been a few months since he had seen her and the rest of the gang.....but before that? From that point to now, couldn't have been more then nine years or so, and he somewhat regreted that.
(Alrighty, you put a lot into yours, so I've decided to put as much about Mariss's stats in there that I doubt I ever mentioned much of, and also the obvious. You compelled me. xD It's not to compete, but she has to get updated since she has returned after a few months and such, you know?)
Marissa looked at Rory, nineteen as well now, and stuck her pale hand out as well. "Nice to meet you." she said with a sort of crooked smile; not prepared for this, or ready to have seen on of Israfel's girls. To her, they were girls and nothing else. She's certainly pretty, that's for sure...... Marissa's jean jacket came to her waist, open and shifting as her arm moved, her naturally (unless she tanned) a shade of ivory or a half shade darker. In the warm sun, her emerald eyes took the appearance of a shaded diamond; her jeans kissing the grass's bottom with her sandals. All in all, Marissa was casually dressed- and you could see she hadn't originally planned on going to the wedding in the first place.
She stood a naturally peite, but decent size 0-2 at the most and five foot five; no piercings or anything but her double earing holes in both ears. "I'm glad to know it's good." she said in that old way of hers which slowly began to sink back into her being, a light chuckle at the end. Usually she was never wanting to escape meeting someone new, but right now it was just too weird for her. She'd never met one of the others before....and it made her feel a little casted to the side. The only reason Marissa stayed so calm and collected, was not only because she was told a bit ahead of time, but because she had preapred herself. It wasn't exactly like she thought, but the most important one was for Israfel himself.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 26, 2008 0:18:43 GMT -5
Suzume shook her head with a slight smile, "I have a few things on my plate right now but I assure you, Gerro that I believe I made the right choice on who I want to be with. I'd rather be with Cecil." she said, trying to make the words as cushioned as possible, not wanting to somehow hurt Gerro's feelings in any way. She shrugged to Keyne now, "If I changed physically then I don't think anything bad could come from it... it would probably be some kind of nice change." she didn't really know what to think about her current situation but it was indeed hard to carry on simultaneous conversations without leaving people out.
Neko looked up at Keyne with wide eyes, staring up at her with a light mewl, "No more...?" he asked, seeming a little sad like any attention loving feline that had been denied love. He rubbed his side against Keyne's ankle before he silently started trotting off, "I'll see you later I guess..." he called back as he chose a new place to focus his attention. He padded happily over towards Marissa and Israfel.
"Gerro!" Came a familiarly feminine voice, her tone excited and happy, "I'm back! We heard there was a party and we were all happy to help celebrate!" She called, running over at top speed, hailed by the sound of jingle bells- odd. She had hair dyed green that fell into obviously ironed in curls around her face and her purplish eyes sparkled as she looked over to Gerro. It was almost as if it were some costume that was created to make her look more so in the image of the green haired red eyed sprite. A shy blush came over her face as she looked over Gerro, "So? What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out to her sides, half inviting a hug from Gerro. Of course with her movement there was a hail of tinkling bells which was pleasant enough. The feminine figure was none other than Pom and following after was an odd group consisting of various magical beings.
"Pom! You shouldn't run off!" called a worried voice, the one whom had called was obviously quite young and he ran up to stand next to Pom, his eyes a hazelnut color that glittered with flecks of dark green in the light. Telling from the magics that surrounded him he must have been a sprite as well, though admittedly there seemed to be a bit of something else mixed into his blood as well which certainly did prove interesting. He was dressed in rather plain, dark clothing that varied through shades of grey but never pure black or anything past a medium darkness grey.
"It's okay, Darb- they're friends, okay? Besides, it's a wedding." she motioned towards Suzume and the group of people they had joined. Obviously from the expression on this Darb fellow's face, he didn't quite trust these people, especially not Gerro whom he looked at with the most suspicious gaze.
Rory looped an arm over Marissa's shoulder, "So, anything devious happen with you while you were away? Any particularly interesting adventures?" she asked, wiggling an eyebrow with a suggestive smirk, obviously waiting for any interesting stories, and willing to exchange any stories from her own experience if they were asked for.
"Rory, I don't know if that's a good idea." Israfel cautioned, placing a hand on Rory's shoulder to stifle the excitement, "I don't think she's one to tell everyone about what's going on in her life." he warned in a cautious tone.
"It'll be fine, just girl to girl time okay? You can go chill by yourself, right?" she asked, waving Israfel off a bit to get some space. "If that's okay with you of course." she added to Marissa. If Marissa thought this through this could be an ideal time to find out just what Israfel had been up to while she had been gone, and it was almost assured that anyone would want to know what had happened over all those months. Israfel seemed oddly different now and it was a mystery to anyone whom was not present and Rory was likely to know the truth about it considering how much Israfel tended to trust his ladies. Israfel was like that, if he cared about you, even if it was remotely then he would entrust you with anything, likely even his life. It was his major flaw, his Achilles heel but everyone had one, and his was that he cared too much for others. Oh well, in this case it would work to Marissa's advantage and she'd know why Israfel was acting funny.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 26, 2008 18:32:43 GMT -5
"So serious, don't be," he said to Suzume lightly, keeping her face in his eyes fondly. Love and attraction were two very different things in his mind, and he was mature enough to keep them separate. Problems tended to crop up when others did not realize his expectations, however... Then Pom came to surprise him, and surprise him she did.
Twisting to see her, the sprite looked momentarily shocked. Ever beautiful, she nevertheless had made some major changes to her appearance. But Gerro did not make it as far as he did in the world without being quick on his feet, and he smoothly slipped into the flow of things without a wasted word or gesture. "Pom, darling, you look fabulous," he congratulated. With another flourish he took her into his arms, grinning impishly and just a little teasingly. "Did you miss me?"
It would have been easy to ignore the disgruntled sprite over there, but years of stealing girlfriends had given him enough wisdom to refrain from doing so. Besides, how often did he meet another of his own kind? "Hello, and a pleasure to meet you Darb," he said enthusiastically over her shoulder.
Keyne waved to Neko, letting him have his kitty time. Someone in the crowd yawned, passing the impulse to her, and she covered her gaping mouth as she let out one as well. Right now, she was content to stay near Suzume. Not talking, exactly, but the general feeling of company with someone she had known awhile. Hase shifted a bit, not exactly awkward anymore, but unsure if his presence was causing more trouble than it was worth. Years of resisting the urge to kill anyone he got close to had pretty much ruined his people skills.
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Post by Arual on Nov 26, 2008 18:44:56 GMT -5
Marissa wasn't prepared for any of it. Israfel was right, she wasn't usually a person who spilt it out- no to mention spilling to strangers she hardly knew! She didn't want to know what he did, she didn't want to hear something she'd regret......but if she asked the right questions, perhaps she could avoid it?
No. "Maybe another time, Rory," she said, "It's been a long way back here and I'm a little tired.....perhaps another time?" Marissa did it for both her and Israfel....a rescheduling. It was an honest answer, because she might reconsider once she slept or whatnot. The young woman looked and felt just as tired as she said. "Besides, I'm sure I'll see you around sometime now- right?" The young woman tried to sound pleasant after all this surprise and gut-twisted feeling in her stomach. Naturally who would not, of course.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 26, 2008 19:23:01 GMT -5
Darb shook Gerro's hand, his gaze might have been a suspicious one but his actions could be read off as simply submissive- he wasn't one to fight or argue and much more of the time he would be found in the shadows, that's why he had the job he had- he worked with props, behind the lights and the splendor. In all honesty he wouldn't have been able to handle being in the spotlight- he was a bit too nervous for that. "A pleasure to meet you as well, after hearing so much about the legendary Gerro it's nice to put a face to the tales."
Pom was alerted by Darb's last bit of dialogue, a blush falling through her skin, "I didn't talk that much!" she protested in an embarrassed tone, a friendly way of pleading for Darb to shut up. It was obvious from the way they spoke with each other that they were likely to be just friends and no less, though the poorly hidden suspicion on Darb's part proved that he might have had his own dreams of what his relationship with Pom might develop into.
"Gerro... what do you think of my costume?" she said, trying to change the subject to something a little less embarrassing, "I designed it myself!" she twirled in a circle to show it to Gerro completely and the movement was hailed with the sound of bells. It was funny how she wore the costume and likely wrapped her chest to hide the fact that she had breasts- she tried to make herself look as much like Gerro as possible. It was kinda sweet though in some cultures it might be seen as rather creepy.
Darb stood rather awkwardly as Pom took the conversation, something he was grateful enough for considering that people skills weren't Darb's major area or expertise, he much rather preferred to read a book in his spare time. He was a rather nervous and lightly built being actually.
Suzume yawned, hugging herself a bit as she looked from person to person- nobody was saying much anymore which just meant that an awkward silence was settling in, save for the exuberant and joyous talking of Pom to Gerro but that was nowhere near Suzume's or anyone else's conversation to jump into.
Rory had a dissapointed expression, "Well then maybe after tomorrow we can have lunch and talk or something." she offered, "Unless you already have plans for then- because there's no way I can see you sooner, I already have stuff I have to get done tomorrow."
"Don't make it sound like such a chore, Rory." Israfel teased, "I'm taking you to a party and I'm sure Marissa could just as easily go for you if you don't want to." he spoke in a lighthearted tone, obviously not intending to insult or anger anyone and he had no intention or rescheduling tomorrow with anyone. Israfel had already said that he wouldn't be available tomorrow, so the fact that it was going to be spent with Rory would likely come as no suprise.
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Post by Arual on Nov 26, 2008 19:33:55 GMT -5
To Israfel, Marissa raised an eyebrow. She was more confused- forcably- than she was a little torn in half. A sad smile lit her face, bittersweet though she did her best to hid it. "Well," she said with a deep breath, "I should go......." At the moment, she had felt defeated. They were perfect......and it struck a bit of pain when she could see it herself. Why would anyone want anything from an Irish girl, right?
"But um....yeah. I'll see you sometime that day....just let me know when." The young woman went to leave Israfel as she normally had- but now it seemed so wrong......like he wouldn't even try returning it....he didn't want it. (a kiss)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2008 1:19:01 GMT -5
Israfel let a slight frown drift into his expression, "Marissa... I can still hang out with you tomorrow, before the party." he said, reaching out for Marissa's hand. "I would love to, actually." he said, his face inches from Marissa's as his eyes seemed to search hers for a response. "If you would let me." his voice was soft but not a whisper, he seemed absentminded suddently as he simply looking into Marissa's gaze, like the rest of the world had melted away- there was only Marissa right now.
Rory didn't look in the least bit annoyed, she only really wished that Marissa wasn't such an attention hound all of the time, Israfel had set aside the rest of the week already from what he had said in the conversation and that week was going to be for Marissa- meanwhile she had to wait forever to go to this one day of the party with Israfel. She did have to admit that Marissa had just gotten back from wherever she was but still- demanding even MORE time with Israfel like this wasn't fair, she was kind of hoping that she would get to spend time with Israfel before the party, either that or Kayla also wanted to talk to Israfel about something.
Israfel leaned forward a little bit and gently kissed Marissa, so soft that it was barely even a kiss and it seemed to have been executed in slow motion though lasting only a flicker in time, "So, how about it?" He asked, not sounding very nonchalant at all, in fact he seemed a bit breathless. He really did love Marissa but of course the single little problem was that he really loved Rory too... and Kayla, and Sammi, and the other women that he chose to spend his time with- Israfel was a very loving person and it was sad that such a wonderful trait could be twisted in the minds of others to become something that should be frowned upon.
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Post by Arual on Nov 27, 2008 22:05:31 GMT -5
Marissa felt the vibe Rory had given off some, and while she had melted internally from Israfel, she felt horrible about Rory. She was a nice girl.....and the only thing she could do was sigh, her hand that Israfel held twisting in his grasp with a light, loving squeeze, but very gentle all the same.
"I would love to Israfel, but you told me you had plans. As much as I love you, I also know you as a man of your word....so do what you said you would do, okay? I'll still be here.....I'm still going to the party.....and I'm going to hold onto my word," she told him, a silent way of saying a small apology to Rory- but also knowing that it had to be said. He shouldn't redo his plans on a person. It would hurt her feelings, and she wasn't going to be the girl he had gone for instead of the girl he was supposed to be with.
The young woman pushed some curls behind her ear and gave an apologetic smile to the other girl, hoping to make amends. "I know you said tomorrow and all, but after your plans and all- just let me know. I'd be nice to know another girl my age around here, since most are just a few years younger than me. It's been a while since anyone was that nice to me, really. Other than Israfel." After a moment of two, she took another step in place, adjusting her feet on which side to lean on more heavily. Her cheeks flushed a shade of pink from embarassment to that little addition of how unlucky she's been with friends, and her face went to look up again. "Heh, I supose I should get going..."
Marissa spun around, still a little red in the face as she took a step to leave and take at least a half a pinch of dignity left in her. She didn't try to look or act so mean, but it looked like that's what she had sent to Rory...and she hoped by somewhat humiliating herself with a loss of words and the looking forward to seeing her again would make the other girl see that that wasn't intentionally done. (I've suddenly noticed the slip in Marissa's self-esteem and such. She was so strong! Probably something that made her stand out to Issy....and look at her- she's so self-concious?! Don't worry! It'll come back soon....I swear. The girl he originally fell in love with will reblossom from this sponge of a girl she had turned into. =D ))
Not long afterwards, Cecil had come back with Lily as promised. He was still smiling and the young blonde let go of his arm, as if they had done that odd side step walk not too long ago. "We're back!" she announced with a cheerful pride. Perezzi stood behind them all, waiting his turn to say hello.
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