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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 20, 2010 15:42:28 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be able to jump your bones. I wouldn't be able to be gentle enough for you and you'd break." He commented, just as sarcastically as she had.
When their lips touched, he could feel her tense up. He held onto her wrists tighter, in case she had tried to struggle. [[sounds like rape. LmAo]]
In the end, the girl pushed him roughly away. He fell to the ground, but held a twisted smile.
"Being demented is only in the mind, Miss. Natsume." He said with low voice. "I like a girl who's rough."
He put both hands on the ground and pushed himself up. He sighed, and crossed his arms. "I tell ya..I don't know why we're fighting all the time." He said in a sincere voice.
Though he could probably never admit it, he cared for the angel. Not in a head over heels love way, but enough to not want to see her hurt.
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Post by tiru on Sept 20, 2010 22:26:45 GMT -5
One of her eyebrows raised so far that it got lost beyond her hairline at his comment, “Jeez, I always knew you had ulterior motives for following me around—you’re absolutely smitten for me. ‘Course I don’t blame you.” Her sarcasm ebbed into a cocky air of confidence.
Tiru stared down at him condescendingly, eyes narrowed into angry slits and her arms crossed derisively across her chest. She knew that her shove more than likely hadn’t hurt him but she felt a sick sort of satisfaction at the fact that she had caused him to fall to the ground. “I rather like this position, you on the ground, amongst all the other trash—where you belong.”
She rolled her eyes and spat, “Of course you’d be into that kinky dominatrix shit, why am I not surprised to hear this?”
The exiled angel took a step back to keep a slight distance between the two of them but what he had said had got her to think. Why did they always fight whenever they were in each other’s presence? Yeah sure there was the whole good-guy vs. bad-guy rivalry between the Conclave and the Council but…that couldn’t have been the reason why. Tiru hardly considered herself to be a hero or some ‘goody-goody’, she was only a part of the Conclave for convenience more than anything else. She didn’t have an answer for him.
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 29, 2010 7:07:30 GMT -5
Ignoring her comments about him being attracted to her, him belonging in the trash and him being into kinky things, Glo eyed her as he leaned up against a wall. In his mind, he remembered his brothers and how all of them did as they were commanded. They weren't asked or told. They were commanded.
It was literally, "Do this, or die. Take your pick."
Plain and simple. That's how The Organization worked. Glo still worked for them. How he had lasted this long without being destroyed was beyond him. Yes, he was best in the training seminars, but that wasn't a good enough reason to keep him alive. The scientists could just as easily make other clones with same kick-ass abilities.
He remembered the first time he started having doubts towards what he was told to do. He remembered the first time he started having emotions. (Which I guess would be the same thing as having doubts)
He hide his "odd" traits from everyone.
He sighed annoyingly which lead to a small grin and then a chuckle.
"I see you're a king who's been dethrone. Cast out in a world you've never known. Stand down, place your weapons by your side. It's our war, in the end we'll surely lose. But that's all right...." He quoted with a dark voice and even darker eyes.
"I can bet you anything, Miss. Natsume...that neither one of us will get out of this war alive."
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