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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 24, 2007 6:43:37 GMT
*kisses his lips gently as he closes his eyes*
*rests her head on his chest beneath his chest, folding herself into his strong arms*
*falls asleep*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 24, 2007 22:39:55 GMT
*Athaniel awoke and smiled, planting a kiss on Seraphina's throat, he slid from underneath her and stretched he looked at his complexion in the mirror.*
*He looked back at Seraph and conjured a note and a rose.*
My dear love,
Duty calls. I will be as soon as possible.
Ace
*He cleaned himself up and threw on his work robes, disapparting.
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 24, 2007 23:19:18 GMT
*Ace apparted back home, yelping in the kitchen as he limped.*
*He cursed, in brotherly affection to Augustus.*
I'm gonna kill him...
*He muttered childishly.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 2:12:06 GMT
*stirs, yawning*
*her outstretched hand feels the empty bed beside her, and falls on the note*
*curiously reads it, then decides to dress*
*looks in the mirror straightening her hair, then thinks twice and chooses to style her natural curly waves, conjuring her 'No Frizzin' Way' hair product from her bathroom at home*
Hmm. He's never seen me with wavy hair, and all the effort I go through to keep it straight...
*starts as she hears Ace apparate home, crashing and swearing downstairs*
Who in Salazar's name has he run into now?
*descends the stairway, raising an eyebrow at his disheveled, bruised appearance*
*lightly asks, conjuring a bottle of bruise-healing paste and handing it to him*
Do I want to know?
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 2:14:29 GMT
*He tried not to hop around the corner, refusing the bottle.*
Its nothing, love. I'm alright.
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 2:42:43 GMT
*frowns*
If you say so... although that mark on your neck doesn't look like 'nothing.'
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 2:48:50 GMT
*He nodded lightly, and tried to walk, falling into an chair in the kitchen.*
O-u-ch...
*He muttered rubbing his head.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 2:51:18 GMT
*shakes her head*
Fine. I won't ask. Your business is yours.
*leaves the healing potion on the table next to him if he changes his mind*
*kisses him on the head gently, hand on his shoulder*
I need a shower. I'll be back down in a few minutes.
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 2:52:53 GMT
*He nods, trying to sit up.*
Always listen to the women...always...always.
*He muttered, rolling his eyes, he sat on the counter with difficulty and applied the potion to his ankle. His neck was fine.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 2:59:45 GMT
*retreats back upstairs, hearing him mutter, and smirks to herself*
*finds a large bathroom connected to his bedroom, taking a long, hot shower*
*emerges from the steamed bathroom and dries her hair, curls wilder than before*
*mumbles to herself while fixing her make up in front of the mirror in Ace's room*
Men....
*dresses in a black turtleneck sweater and trousers, both clinging to her figure*
*returns downstairs, smelling of her vanilla and strawberry shampoo*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 3:02:38 GMT
*He stopped after applying the potion, scent of Vanilla and strawberry shampoo filled the rooms. He got up limping a bit as he did, his mouth dropped and eyes widened, he panted playfully.*
*Her perfect figure throwing him off.*
You look amazingly sexy.
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 3:10:10 GMT
*smirks, sauntering past him into the kitchen, brushing her soft hand across his cheek as she does*
*pours up some coffee for herself, her back to him, swinging her hips to invisible music*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 3:12:39 GMT
*Bends his body half way like a dog in a trance, panting, getting an eyeful following her with his gaze.*
*He slowly followed her into the kitchen, feeling unworthy around her.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 25, 2007 3:18:23 GMT
*pours another mug of coffee for him, setting it on the counter beside her*
*nearly laughs at the look on his face, but remains silent, her mouth curved in a teasing smirk*
*leans her hip against the counter, sipping from her own coffee*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 25, 2007 3:20:49 GMT
*He raised his eyebrow playfully, pointing to himself.*
For me?
*He asked dreamily, panting lightly.*
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