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| Freya LaShale | Jun 16 2009, 12:43 AM |
Love Thief
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Indeed, back beneath the wings of self-pity's glorious embrace. She took another long drink when she felt the distraction finally fade and the pain set back in. She couldn't seem to escape it, and as she looked at the bottle, she wondered how exactly getting plastered had helped her escape. It really hadn't. Eventually, she noted the air in which the strange fellow had once occupied. Because there wasn't anything else to watch, she began to watch him through the unkempt tesses of her bangs which hung messily down into her face. Odd bird. She wondered what he was trying to do, but didn't ask. Then soon, he found his way back around to her, nudging her accidentally with his foot. She batted at the air where it used to be as if that would help anything. When he laughed, he gained her attention fully, green eyes flicking up at him in a dead stare. She was not as amused as he was. "I'm not unfortunate," she corrected him angrily. "Don't you dare call me that again. It's your only warning." She didn't state why her face was long, or laugh at his joke, which she knew was funny. It was. Because she was tired of looking up at him and straining his neck, and she knew this would turn into some kind of conversation, she put her hands to the ground and pushed herself up back onto two legs, her curvy hips swaying fluidly as she did until she found solid grounding. With that solid grounding, she found her back leaning against an outside wall. The alcohol was left at her feet. Freya crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him shamelessly, now able to see him in better detail. It was no mistake she was staring at his bandaged face in fascination. "What do you want?" she asked sharply. "Did you get rid of those guys just to have me to yourself, hmm? You feel like taking advantage of me as well? There's..." her eyes dropped. Her arms unfolded. She sighed,"...such a shortage of good men these days... Good people, period, really." |
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