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Date Posted: 20:44:31 12/27/04 Mon
Author: Isabelle
Subject: I'm not broke, but you can see the cracks... You can make me perfect again...
In reply to: Paul 's message, "Remember to Breathe" on 20:24:30 12/27/04 Mon

For a while there, Christmas had been the roughest time of year for her and her dad - in the time following her mother's departure, they had only been reminded of everything that they were missing. It was only in the past couple years and she had begun to enjoy the holidays again, and this year was shaping up to be one of the best. Her daddy had insisted that he was fine with her going out for the night - she was staying at home for a couple weeks to keep him company while he was on vacation from work and she was off school - and his sister and her family were in town, so she was guilt-free knowing that atleast he wasn't alone. Fighting back the nervous butterflies as she had gotten ready that evening - she had changed outfits atleast a dozen times - she was just thankful now to be standing infront of his door with the knowledge that the anticipation of seeing him would be over soon. She hadn't spent nearly enough time with him over the past week and a half and she missed him like crazy, and there was something terrifying yet so exciting about experiencing their first Christmas together. Chocolate velvet slacks fit perfectly to her hips and a teal off the shoulder sweater to her torso - the fine lines of her collarbone and shoulders on display - beneath her peacoat. Her hands were full - one bag held presents, the other some extra clothes for her and that sort of thing, and a bottle of wine was nestled in there somewhere - and so she 'knocked' on the door from one foot before turning to call after Gambit, who was wandering down the hallway, while Rogue sat obediently at her side. Her hair was done in tight ringlets and a wide band in the same shade as her sweater held the wild style back from her face - except for a couple strategically chosen wisps - and her make-up was light, but enough to both soften and enhance her already naturally delicate features...

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He let out a low breath, ruffling Tuckers fur on his back before he nodded as if to reassure himself. A smile crossed his lips slowly as he went to the door, cocking his head to the side as he opened it and revealed her beautiful form to him. A smile crossed his lips as he let out a low breath, pressing a warm kiss to her lips before he took her bag. "Hey..Merry christmas." He grinned gently, letting her in before greeting the dog exuberantly. "Everything go good with your daddy?" He knew she had been nervous about leaving him and he didn't want anything to upset her or make her anxious tonight. (NT) -- Paul, 20:51:32 12/27/04 Mon