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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 13:54:33 GMT
*lets of him just as suddenly at she started and perches on the ground, bent back sitting back on her heels, kneeling*
You are the best boyfriend in the entire world... like ever. Not to mention the best brother, but boyfriend? Even better if possible. Oh my gosh, AARON!
*laughs and hugs him again*
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 13:56:09 GMT
*pats her on the back a little strangely when she hugs him again*
Okay... that's nice Valley. Is today "pretend I'm not a twenty year old" day?
*realizes what she's talking about and breaks back from the sitting down hug*
How the hell did you here about that?
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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 13:59:59 GMT
*laughs at his sudden shock and puts both hands on his shoulders, explaining to him with wide listen-to-me eyes*
I heard Alecto talking.... but that doesn't matter. You are so great, Aaron, you've no idea how hard that must've been for Holly - it's hard for all of us when we have to hurt people we love.
*smiles, crossing her arms at him and examining him like he's something she's accomplished making*
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:01:31 GMT
*scowls at her but replies in calm voice - a bit angry, but still calm*
You people are demented. So what's next, you get to kill me?
*is joking not-funnily but is surprised by the face she gives him at that*
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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:02:47 GMT
*face falls at his question, and knowing that he is just joking, can't get angry at him for saying that*
No.... not you Aaron.
*sighs and looks off into the distance - not knowing how dramatic sounding that action is when she does it*
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:03:54 GMT
*jumps up and stares down at her with fiery eyes*
What do you mean "not me?" Are you crazy.
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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:07:33 GMT
*looks down at her knees, afraid to face him - really really afraid*
I'm not crazy for wanting to be a part of something. It's not my fault that the world is being forced to choose sides. I'm doing the only thing I can Aaron, I have to do something useful with my life, I have to. I can't just give up and sit in the back ground...
*looks up at him with positively gigantic eyes*
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:08:47 GMT
*turns around and slams his fists into a conveniently located tree, and rests his forehead against it, so angry he could burst - not angry at Valley - but anrgy...*
Who?
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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:09:42 GMT
*says so quietly a mouse could have barely heard it*
Mum and Dad.
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Jun 3, 2009 14:10:27 GMT
*blood rushes from his body*
We're done.
*apparates*
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Post by Valley Tayllore on Jun 5, 2009 23:29:52 GMT
*bails after a few moments to stunned silence*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 25, 2009 21:01:38 GMT
*walks into the forest early in the morning, pen and paper in her hand, a black cloak over black robes*
I probably look like I'm up to trouble...
*walks along a clear path through the trees for a few minutes then finds a little spot that she likes, where the just rising sun was already shining a little*
*sits down, her back up against a tree, looks around for a minute and begins to think and write*
*sings tunelessly to herself*
I need something to do...
*says aloud*
I need purpose!
*begins to write little poems, just being silly and not knowing why exactly she was here*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 2, 2009 22:25:46 GMT
*Greyson is working his way through a dense part of the forest, a heavy pack on his back, wand sticking out of his cargo pants pocket. The sound of dried twigs and leave crunch form under his boots, and he can also hear the songs of birds calling each other. He loves the forest. So quiet, simple, and breathtaking.* *As he wanders along past enormous trees, and bushes his ears catch the sound of someone talking.* *He slows his pace to be a bit more quiet, his eyes searching for the source of the talking.*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 2, 2009 22:34:14 GMT
*hears footsteps and freezes*
Who's... who's there?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 2, 2009 22:37:53 GMT
*Pushes back a few springy branches, poking his head out between them, his eyes falling on the source of the talking.*
Hey there!
*Smiles brightly as he recognizes Anna, walking out from the denser part of the forest.*
Thought I heard someone.
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