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] Date Posted: 06:02:38 02/12/04 Thu In reply to: Tynan 's message, "~:~ Esoteric One~:~" on 18:41:08 02/10/04 Tue ** The Dark Demi has fallen asleep propped against the wall while waiting for Indira to get up, eyes still open and roving about. She’s dried; her hair now a disarray of natural curls and tangles, and her dress has dirt caked on the hem. Upon hearing Indira’s awakening, she starts and focuses on the girl. Indira’s plea has little effect, her eyes all but shooting forth flames. The condemnation is almost tangible, but so is her relief. Oddly enough, she doesn’t burst into her customary strident lecture as per usual at the end of her younger compatriots’ acts of foolhardiness and irresponsibility. She just walks over to Indira and lays a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, the picture of eerily controlled calm. ** We need to talk. Alone. Now. **She shoots Aurora a meaningful glance. ** That is, if Fish has nothing to say to you first. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Date Posted: 11:28:37 02/15/04 Sun ** Tynan shrugs. Aurora would get over it quickly if she was upset, and she really didn’t care at the moment. She looks at Indira and chews on her bottom lip, her normal emotional walls dropping enough to let her indecision show. She looked away and sighed again, then looked back. After one last moment of hesitation, she stooped a little to bring her face closer to Indira’s. ** I’m not mad, I was just...really worried about me. You know how I get. **She offers a weak smile.** Though, I might be a bit mad, for what I’m about to do...Promise not to kill me? (( To anyone who’s figured this out: This is so Dev-chan’s fault. She’s in on it. Don’t murder me Otis! I love you! ...I love Frankie more, though. **Pats the Frankie on the head.** )) [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |