Aaron Tayllore
Respectable Ravenclaw 
Graduate
In the darkest place we'll shine.
Posts: 1,392
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Feb 28, 2009 1:55:47 GMT
*steps back*
NO WAY.
*wants really badly to go into a rant about how he is absolutely NOT going to use her to get messages to his sister - it was selfish for him and it put her in danger which is absolutely is NO possible way what he wants to do, et etera, et cetera*
*"tells her with his eyes" for lack of a better cliche*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Feb 28, 2009 2:08:53 GMT
*covers her eyes with her hand for a second so she can think*
So, tell me if I'm wrong, you don't want to talk to your sister even though it's possible, quite, possible and make you happy, and thus me happy? What is the nonexistent problem that I don't see?
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Aaron Tayllore
Respectable Ravenclaw
Graduate
In the darkest place we'll shine.
Posts: 1,392
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Feb 28, 2009 2:14:31 GMT
*says simply*
Because I love you both, and I don't want to get you two into any trouble. She'll be happy if I do what she says and don't contact her. You are happy alive. That's enough for me.
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Post by Holly Palmers on Feb 28, 2009 2:23:20 GMT
*mockingly mouths his words back to him, but digresses and steps down, taking a seat on one of the nicer book chairs and buttoning the top button of her sweater*
Get some heat, it's freezing.
*as if on cue, begins forming plans on contacting Valley*
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Aaron Tayllore
Respectable Ravenclaw
Graduate
In the darkest place we'll shine.
Posts: 1,392
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Feb 28, 2009 2:26:00 GMT
*immediately jumps on the chair next to her*
*gives her an innocent look, playing stupid even though he knows what's going through her head*
I'll warm up you Holly.
*smiles*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Feb 28, 2009 2:36:42 GMT
*laughs doubtfully*
And how so? Got no money, no fire, definitively not one of those strange metal muggle things. Huh then?
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Aaron Tayllore
Respectable Ravenclaw
Graduate
In the darkest place we'll shine.
Posts: 1,392
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Feb 28, 2009 3:03:45 GMT
*thinks things and moans* Please don't make me answer that aloud. *needs a job - partly because he needs money and also because it would give him something to do* *other than Holly    ;D     * |
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 15, 2009 19:36:00 GMT
*** *Spends her day off from the shop organizing the space, bringing some cushions and such from Desdemona's. *
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Mar 15, 2009 19:39:47 GMT
*as promised, he apparates in front of Aaron's flat and pounds on the door, thinking it's about as good a hideaway as any*
*lets out one choked sob, patting his fingers on the tops of his cheekbones to feel something palpable*
*pulls himself together and looks blankly ahead, though he's cold, without a shirt, and his heart is in turmoil*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 15, 2009 19:50:12 GMT
*opens the door and brings a hand up to her mouth*
Merlin, Sebastian, where is your shirt?
*notices his state*
What happened? No, first, come on, get inside.
*closes the door and makes sure to bolt it, wondering what trouble may be following him*
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Mar 15, 2009 19:56:44 GMT
*mumbles a thanks, shoulders slumping with emotion and fatigue*
N-nothing, no reason. Just forgot to dress myself, I guess. You know how I enjoy parading around, Hol. Remember when I waltzed from the Prefects' bathroom to the Common Room in a towel?
*laughs, clearly strained before losing his neutral mask completely*
Does Aaron have anything in silk or satin? Velvet? Oh, bother I don't care. A potato sack would work.
*collaspes onto the floor*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 15, 2009 20:52:54 GMT
*starts to go for him, but thinks he'll do less harm to himself on the floor*
*pulls one of Desdemona's fine threaded wall hangings from a stack of books and wraps it around his shoulders, feeling his forehead instinctively in the process*
You're so clammy. *shakes him lightly* Sebastian, tell me you are okay.
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:02:19 GMT
*sets his chin on his knees, like a boy would*
*voice wavers* I-I'm peachy.
*carelessly uses the wall hanging to wipe off his bloody wrist, raising only his eyes up to Holly*
Don't worry about me because I don't know much more than you do at the moment. I hate worrying and fretting on and on.
*covers himself a bit more with the hanging, starting to prattle on to distract himself*
Where's Tayllore? Do you live here now? Bit soon, don't you think...
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 15, 2009 21:57:53 GMT
*scowls, though with a smile*
No, I don't. I'm still with Yaxley. I drop by sometimes with food and such, but I think I've missed him today so I just started cleaning. Oh, how undignified, right?
*laughs to herself, but then continues to look at Sebastian, trying to draw out a story*
*points to the wall hanging*
I'm not going to clean that though. You can keep that.
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:57:32 GMT
*sniffs as he surveys the flat, looking a bit more like himself*
You should drop by more than food. How about furniture? If Tayllore becomes one of those people with just a futon than I'd be concerned. Well... more concerned.
*presses the hanging to his wrist, shrugging*
Yes, I think I should keep it. This wasn't unwanted or unconsented or anything out of the ordinary, dear Hol. If I'm talking sense.
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