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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:47 am
"Might be. Might not." He shrugged, not really caring. "I've learned something interesting about myself since I've grown, Darlin. It's that I don't give a s**t about... most things, actually." He looked at her silently for a seond. "You though, I think you care too much."
There was truth in his words, no matter how callous they might have seemed. "You're too much for me, Darlin. And I'm not in the mood to play by your rules."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:01 am
He was right, of course. The danger with Silva woud be that being what he was, he would naturally know her far too well. "You may find it to be in your best interest to learn..." she began, as she finally twisted a knot in the cord, fixing it in place about her narrow waist, "...that you cannot let your mood get in the way of what would be beneficial to you."
Quantel lifted herself into the air, making a motion to her sprocket. The green hued object flew over, spinning and stopping just at her shoulder. Her expression now was benign, almost sexless. "Come find me when you are ready, Silva." As the sprocket swirled around her, she added, "I had not lied when I said I felt we could learn much about our elements through each other."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:11 am
He snorted softly, a little smirk pulling at his lips as he didn't reply. He had used the word "Mood" but with him it was a constant state. No one used him. Not like she would try to do. And as for finding out more about his element... Well in some ways he understood it far better then most people ever would. And the first rule of the shadow element was that it changed to fit the circumstances. A little too easily if you asked him.
He turned, heading for his weights. This conversation was over with.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:23 am
As he turned away, Quantel flew out, her wings remaining in their position around her. This second meeting had not gone the way she had envisioned; it seemed the boy had more self-control than she had given him credit for. She felt, however, that this would not be the last time they would exchange words, but knew that when that time came, his place in her plan would depend solely on him.
You gave him his chance. If he wishes to join the others, so be it. Next time, he would have to come to her. He can be a gemstone just as easily as a tool... She left the grounds of Ice's home behind her, much as she did all further thoughts of Silva.
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