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Max
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Date Posted: 17:29:58 06/29/05 Wed
In reply to:
Alicia Baslazari
's message, "$Broken$" on 17:06:56 06/29/05 Wed
::though her mind remained empty of concrete ideas of Zeth's inner plight, her instincts pointed a finger. the multiple emotions that had crossed Zeth's face as he'd lain on the floor, from hatred and fear to the look a man has when he sees the woman he loves, lead to one figure. the woman that the dark haired male both loved and hated, feared and desired. Briallan. the redhead could not begin to formulate an idea of what had gone on in the crying male's mind, but she did have an idea of who was behind it. or simply in it. Briallan might not have done anything but appeared in the dreams of a barely conscious man.
at first, the man who rested in her lap's question was so garbled she couldn't think of a reasonable answer. but thinking quietly, she deciphers his meaning and shakes her head. she didn't know. wait- yes she did. reaching down, her slim digits gently brush tears away from the dark, pained eyes of her love. her voice is soft when she speaks, her face resolute:: You're going to go talk to Alicia. She needs you. I'm going to look for Lavinia. And Constance, if I can find her. ::she pauses, thinking over her words. that seemed right, didn't it?:: Go, make your peace with your wife. Do you know where I can find the girls? ::she would go on a wild goose chase if she had to, but she really would like her search narrowed down. the only person who could help her with that was the girls' father. even he might not know... so then it would be off to every corner of the downtown area. the thought of it makes her sigh, but the sobs resonating throughout the apartment drive her body and mind into motion. for once, she wouldn't just sit here. from couch potato to family counselor. how far we fall::
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