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Date Posted: 14:51:02 12/11/01 Tue
Author: Cirrus
Subject: "I--I......I....er..." (>>>>)
In reply to: Malussinn 's message, "He grabs her arm, forcing her to turn and look at him." on 16:15:49 12/10/01 Mon

She rubs her arm gingerly, though it doesn't hurt.
This is stupid. Her mental voice is bitter, though underlain with a distinguishable softness that is not in the least bit parlus. ....You...I....

Her eyes gentle noticebly, though she remains innert in rigid silence. I'm not going to leave. I can't. I don't know what's wrong with me now.....yes, I do....but...well... She laughs nervously, her hands trembling at such a treble that, with a little twitch, her grip on the crystal champagne flute loosens enough to let it slide, tantalizingly, out of her hand altogether. (Sounds familiar, huh? -Grin-) She quickly shoves her hands behind her backs, perhaps to remain unassuming?

No, that wasn't it. She was embarrased. One of those once-in-a-lifetime things...she had never before been so fidgety in her life. Why had she chosen this particular moment to go shirty?

Her cheeks flush a brilliant scarlet. She presses the palms of her hands over them in a sudden rush of self-consciousness.

It doesn't make sense, she concludes at last, for me to leave, I suppose. I'm not unhapppy. I'm just confused. She laughs, out of pure trepidation, her ears an equally profficient crimson.

"I'm not articulate tonight," she mutters, finally taking a quick glance at the pile of glass that now lies at her feet. "But I suppose no one's perfect all the time." Why can't I say it? Why? Why?? It's not like...anyone doesn't bloody know!

"Iluffew." And then all powers of articulation utterly fail her. Embarassed to the nines, she becomes very interested in a fault in the flooring.

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Puzzlement seeps into his eyes. -- Malussinn, 18:56:25 12/11/01 Tue
- "Sure." She mutters. "Why not." -- Cirrus, 14:03:37 12/12/01 Wed
  - "Actually no. I've had enough alcohol flood my system for the night." Sighing, she takes a seat, crossing her legs carefully before fixating her penatrating gaze on him. (NT) -- Cirrus, 14:57:34 12/12/01 Wed
    - He shrugs lightly, folding his arms across his chest as he meets her eye for eye. "Are you ready to tell me?" (NT) -- Malussinn, 20:20:18 12/12/01 Wed
      - "Yes, I suppose I am." She smiles faintly. -- Cirrus, 14:39:40 12/13/01 Thu
        His face is as emotionless as stone as he leans back, running one steady hand through his hair. -- Malussinn, 15:39:39 12/13/01 Thu
        She smiles affectionately at him. "Yes. Yes, I can." She squeezes his hands gently. -- Cirrus, 15:41:39 12/13/01 Thu
        His smile widens to a grin. "Thanks." (NT) -- Malussinn, 15:43:51 12/13/01 Thu
        Her eyes tender, she slowly gets up. "And now I need a drink," she announces wryly. (NT) -- Cirrus, 16:36:06 12/13/01 Thu
        He blinks and shakes his head before standing up also. "Now that you mention it, a drink would be nice, very nice." I never thought to would be so easy.... But what now? Do I start complimenting her? Do we go our separate ways? He runs a hand through his head, watching her with masked eyes. A slow smile wears away the mask. That's future, what's now is now. Amazing, I feel better all ready! (NT) -- Malussinn, 14:12:14 12/14/01 Fri
        She snatches a translucent flute of magnolia wine carefully, lest it shatter once again. Pivoting on a three-inch heel, she flashes her rarest and most ellucidating smile, having settled into what seems to be a long, uncompromising line of happy moods (which there is certainly something to be said for). "Now," she announces as she takes her seat again, "we have all the time in the world." Which is nice. Yes, it's very nice. This isn't a bad night, on the whole. Except for the damn rain. Her thoughts dissolve gently, or perhaps migrate to the south. Whatever. Daydreaming didn't seem to be necessary right then. Her eyes beam shafts of light as she takes a slow sip of the sweet liquor. (NT) -- Cirrus, 07:27:28 12/15/01 Sat

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