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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:24 pm
Kurama nodded his understanding, rather pleased that he had assumed correctly. "If I may ask, which character is your favorite? I tend to lean towards those who, as you put it, haven't always been on the right side of the law. I find some of them to be rather... intriguing. Inspiring, even," he informed her. "I would much rather read something darker than that sort of romance, myself." Nothing against her reading material, it just wasn't what he preferred; though, he always had to have a "happy ending", too.
An amused look crossed his face as he noted that she didn't waste any time. "My own is a story of five children soldiers, all male and trained rigorously to be killers, and the way that they handle life after the war. Most fall from grace, going a bit wild in the new era of peace. After all, they weren't trained for that. There are quite a few obstacles before their 'happy ending' including the disappearance and attempted suicide of one, the slow decline into near-madness by a second, voice-activated bombs, rape, faulty memories, bondage, drug abuse, and a struggle to start an extremely dark and sensual circus. Among other things. I wouldn't want to ruin anything much more than that. Of course, four of the boys fall in love with other members of the group, and each other. The fifth falls in love with an enemy from the war. It actually ends rather well."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:37 pm
Marcia looked off and bit her lower lip.
"I like Cole because he's strong and willing to do anything to protect Jessica and her son. I like characters with troubled backgrounds, too, though, so I do like Daniel. But... in the end, Cole is my favorite," she replied, somewhat softly. She always did get too wrapped up in her books.
She shook her head and considered Kurama's story.
"That sounds interesting. Perhaps I'll read it sometime," she said with a nod and then looked to the sun.
"Oh, wow.... It's really beautiful tonight," she sighed, smiling at the colors painted across the sky.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 6:34 pm
Kurama shifted to rest his head in his palm, his elbow on his knee as he sat. A wistful look flashed through his eyes very briefly as he compared her Cole to his own memories of things not found in any book. "Yes," he said softly. "That type of person... They are very rare outside of books and movies. Perhaps that's what makes them so appealing..."
A faint chuckle escaped him as he followed her gaze. "I doubt that's likely to happen... I wouldn't recommend it." His comments were quiet, more so than usual. It wasn't the sort of thing most people liked, with a bit more struggling and darker tones than other books.
"Very beautiful. But I think it's getting a bit cold," he told her, turning back to look at her as a brief wind ruffled his hair along with the leaves of the plants around them. He even managed to shiver slightly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 10:02 am
Marcia nodded and sighed.
"I wish I could say that there are people out there that are your "ideal match", that are just as the stories say, but... reality is a lot different than stories," she said, her sigh still evident behind her words. But she smiled rather wistfully, tilting her head slightly and closing her eyes as if she could see a happy future on the backs of her eyelids.
"I'm still hoping, though," she added, a small laugh following the statement.
When the wind blew up, she folded her arms over her chest and her wings draped over her shoulders, much like a small shawl.
"You're right... Shall we go inside, then?" she agreed, standing and looking down at him curiously.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 12:33 pm
"Yes, let's." Kurama shook his head in faint amusement. "The stories don't tell you about all of those small, irritating things that your "ideal match" will do once you meet them. Like buy cheap soap, or the wrong conditioner," his words were soft and tinged with humor as he followed her up, glad he'd managed to convince her. "Maybe they'll use your favorite fluffy yellow towel to clean up the soda they spilled, or borrow your slippers to track through the mud in the front yard just to get the paper... They'll clip their toenails in the living room..."
Hands brushed over his clothes quickly, dusting them off and straightening them a bit, and then his arm was offered to her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:47 pm
Marcia laughed at his comments, a whole-hearted yet gentle laugh versus the musical kind that some women had.
"Or fold the towels wrong or leave the butter out or drink straight from the milk carton," she added, gathering her things back together and returning them to her bag. She straightened and slid her arm through his offered arm.
"No one's perfect. I'd worry if I met someone who was. Then I know there'd probably something I'm not seeing," she continued as they started walking down the path through the gardens to the main building and its warmth.
"Take you, for example," she said, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You don't like to answer subtle questions. Don't think I didn't notice, I'll remember in the future to be more blunt around you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 1:50 pm
Eyes half-closed at the sound of her laugh, it was better than some others, more honest. Women with musical laughs had a tendency to be manipulative, Kurama had noticed. He smiled a bit more brightly. "Perhaps hoard the sheets or mix the laundry or leave their coat in the wrong place... I would never drink from the carton, so you know." His nose wrinkled at the very thought, and he paused, thoughtful. "I knew someone once, and he was perfect. Though, not in the way most people think of... Perfection is rather subjective, don't you think? Much like beauty..."
Even as he listened, he was arching a brow at her comment towards himself. "Oh? Well, I'm afraid I have to disagree. I've answered every question you've asked me. Just perhaps not in the way you expected." He reached up to gently pat the back of her hand, a gesture to show he wasn't the least bit offended or upset. It was enjoyable, talking with her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:06 pm
Marcia frowned a bit in thought, tracing back in her selective memory for a brief moment.
"Hmm... I guess you are right. And perfection is subjective. I imagine those who love us most see even our flaws as a bit of perfection," she mused, thinking of how her caretaker gushed over her and her "family". She smiled and turned it on Kurama.
"I apologize for jumping to a conclusion about you," she said, even though she picked up on how he wasn't upset by her assumption.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:18 pm
Again, he chuckled softly. He really didn't mind that she had jumped to conclusions, it was a natural thing to do. "I wouldn't worry about it, my dear. After all, one must make quick conclusions about others at times, if one has any hope of surviving." His fingers ran over the back of her hand slightly before he let his hand drop, knowing she'd gotten his silent assurance.
"So what about you? Do you have any imperfections?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:30 pm
Marcia's smile brightened, enjoying his light chuckle. She thought his comment about needing to jump to conclusions to survive was an odd one to make, causing her to wonder how he had come to that idea. But she brushed it off for the moment, not wanting to pry.
"Hmmm, imperfections... Well, my family members say that I have trouble keeping my feet on the ground and I don't always think before I say things," she sighed, raising her eyes heavenward.
"I guess I should wear bricks around my ankles."
With that, they reached the building's back door, one that led straight inside to the main room, the kitchen off to the side of the doorway.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:49 pm
A sly look came over Kurama's face for a moment before quickly vanishing. Truly, he was very good at twisting anything to suit his purposes. In this case, his enjoyment, though he was sure it was for his companion's enjoyment as well. "That just makes you honest, and that's not an imperfection at all. And you're optimistic and imaginative. I don't see how that could truly be bad..." He gently lead her as she looked to the sky, making sure she didn't run into anything.
He sighed as he opened the door with his free hand, waiting for her to let go of his arm and lead the way. Kurama was not the type to pull away without a sort of signal. "I would be horrified if you were to weight yourself down, though... The view is much better through your eyes as it is now. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he said as he followed her in and softly closed the door behind them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:04 pm
Marcia held up a finger and tilted her head slightly as he closed the door.
"Ah, but some might see it as an imperfection. People don't always want to hear the truth," she replied and walked over to one of the end tables flanking the couches of the main room. There she set down her bag and turned back to him.
"And you're absolutely right. I enjoy how I see things and if that makes me a little scatter-brained, then I guess that's just who I happen to be. Hopefully there will be someone who can help me from running into things, metaphorically speaking of course," she added and tapped a finger on the back of the nearest couch.
"Hmmmm, I think I could do with something to nibble on," she mused, more to herself than Kurama, before looking up. "Would you like something to eat?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 10:44 am
Kurama flashed her another smile as he followed her, shaking his head slightly. "Then that is their imperfection, not yours. What they want to hear is not always good for them." He moved to couch she'd been tapping and lifted himself up to sit on the back of it, facing her. "You may need someone to do that literally as well, you know." This was said in jest, considering. It was difficult for Kurama to not feel at ease around the winged girl.
His eyes glanced over the room around them quickly, then returned to her as he nodded. "Perhaps a cucumber sandwich? And a bottle of water, please?" he requested, but was prepared to stand on the chance she hadn't been offering to get him something. And to follow her even if she had been.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 10:32 pm
"True, very true. I'll admit I've run into things before, but mostly other people," Marcia laughed and straightened, heading away from him the the swinging door that led to the kitchen.
"Cucumber sandwich and bottled water, gotcha. Might take me a bit, but I'll get right to it," she paused at the door and added over her shoulder, one hand on the frame. That said, she turned and pushed the door open, stepping into the kitchen and went straight to the fridge, hoping there were-
"Ah, good," she sighed, removing butter, cucumber, and bottled water which she took to the counter by the breadbox. She took out the bag of white and went searching through the cabinets for her secret stash of Ramen. Upon finding it, she set the water on the stove to boil as she set about washing and then cutting the cucumber into a few thin slivers.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 11:06 am
Kurama merely nodded faintly as she walked away from him, but thought that it probably wasn't her fault if she ran into others. They should have been paying attention, too. After a moment, he slid from his perch on the back of the couch, reminding himself not to sit there again. The back of the couch had dug into the back of his legs, and it had been rather uncomfortable. He shook his head as he followed her into the kitchen.
He moved rather quietly, but made no effort to hide himself as he slipped in and moved over to the stove curiously. He completely disregarded the fact that she was going to use butter on his sandwich; he usually used some sort of mayo, but he was willing to try something new. In the meantime... "May I add salt to this?" he wondered aloud and glanced in her direction even as he reached for the salt. "It would help your water boil sooner."
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