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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:53 pm
:::Cora figits with the bottom of her wine glass, not really looking up at Luke:::
I do not know. Are you still mad at me...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:55 pm
*Luke smirks a little, amused by the question.*
No *He says with a smartass smile* Not really.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 4:57 pm
I'm not...really angry either. I'm just...sad that we were upset at each other.
:::She was a bit too embarassed to look up at him still. She'd never made up with anyone before. She'd never been upset at anyone before. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right. And at any rate...it made her feel all wiggly inside:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:01 pm
*Luke keeps his small smile toned down, but he's glad to hear it.*
*Unfortunately, this is all too familiar territory for him.*
Then, I guess we might have to stop fighting then.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:04 pm
:::Cora jerks her head in his direction, still unsure how to look at him:::
R-really? Just like that, we're not angry with one another anymore?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:07 pm
*Luke wants to laugh, but he doesn't. He has a little more restraint from that.*
That's up to you, Slim. But I don't want to fight with you any more.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:09 pm
:::She manages to smile, though a little sadly:::
I don't want to fight either!
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:10 pm
*Luke can't help it. He tries to hold back, but he lets out this seeping laugh.*
*It says it as simple as the day he was born.* Then, I guess we're not fighting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:12 pm
:::Cora stay smiling. But when she feels tears roll down her cheeks, she looks back down at her wine glass:::
I'm so glad.
:::Though the stress is being lifted, it's still a reminder of how much stress there really is:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:14 pm
**Enter Maggie from Guest Rooms, 31**
*Maggie walks in, looking better, though still somewhat under the weather. The first things she sees is the Jaguar, and she halts in surprise* Oh, good heavens, 'tis Bard's car! Whate'er is it doing here?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:15 pm
*Luke hears it in her voice, and he sees the tears....*
*He sighs. He figures she must be crying because he's an a*****e...*
Christ, Cora. I'm sorry. *He puts a hand awkwardly on her shoulder. He still doesn't have that easing comforting shoulder thing downpat.* Okay? I was just really ******** angry....
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:18 pm
:::Cora is not really allowing herself to cry, it's just coming out now:::
No, Luke it's not you, it's just that...
:::She hears Maggie in the direction of the car, and she sees her walking, and apparently feeling better:::
Maggie!! :::Cora runs over in case she's still in need of assistance:::
Maggie, are you better? Are you sure you should be out of bed? :::Like a mother attending to her sick children:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:24 pm
*Maggie shifts her attention to Cora as she comes running towards her, and is quick to assure her* Truly, Cora, I feel a good deal better. *she studies her face in concern, noting that she's been crying, and asks gently* Are ye alright?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:29 pm
:::Cora wipes away the lingering tears, wishing they had never happened. Things never got better when she cried:::
Oh, Maggie, I am fine. I suppose I've been letting things get to me is all. Forgive me, I don't mean to.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 5:32 pm
*Luke watches Maggie come in. He nods a 'hello' to her. She must have been sick from what Cora's concerns were...but she looks alright now.*
*Luke's at a loss for what to say or do, so for once, he clams his mouth shut. Looking at the two women with the Jag behind them, he turns around and grabs himself a beer.*
*He gets out Chardonnay wine and refills Cora's glass.*
*He asks Maggie.* Hey, you want something?
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