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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:10 pm
Belle could feel the stress and tension in the words that Marshall was saying. She wasn't to sure on how clearly he was thinking about everything before letting it slip past his lips. She had to promise? Even if he messed up everything in his life she would still have to love him. Well, it all depended. What if he messed up their friendship. What if he made a huge mistake like lying to her or treating her badly? Would the promise still count? "I promise that I'll never leave you if you promise to never hurt me." He was so afraid that he might be hurt that he never stopped to think about what if he hurt her.
He spoke again. About forever wanting her to be his and his alone. "Marshall..." she spoke with a very fearful tone, pulling away from his hold. No longer hugging him. "I.... I-" she tried to explain that she couldn't be 'his'. She was interested in Hermes, and she was positive that he felt the same way about her so Belle couldn't just go around with Marshall as well. Well, Mir had mentioned she had to loves. What if Belle could have two crushes as well. It was a bit confusing. However, as all this passed through her mind Marshall quickly spoke out about not meaning it that way. This only stun a little bit, because she thought that he had meant it in a loving way. As if they were mates. "Um... right. I- um... understand Marshall. No worries, big brother..." She spoke softly trying to convince herself that their relationship was more like family. "I promise then.... if you care that much, then I promise never to leave you." She leaned back in and wrapped him up in her arms.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:49 pm
Marshall could feel the disappointment in the girl and he chewed on his lip, "Of course sis. I'd never hurt you and if i ever did I would hate myself for it." He muttered pulling away from her and wiping away his tears. He took a deep breath and looked around the wonderfully painted room and he couldn't help but smile. " You do like it right?" He asked trying to get the emotional moment behind them. " I couldn't think of anything more beautiful than the ocean, and it reminds me of you, and how beautiful you are." He said glancing at her and smiling. the smile reached his eyes, touching the blueish green orbs. He wrapped his tail close to him and picked at the fur there waiting for her answer. He knew that she liked what he painted and he'd followed threw on his promise that if she took off her collar then he'd paint for her. He just hoped that it was as beautiful as he thought it was.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 10:51 am
Belle felt a touch of warm soothing sensations wrap around her as he explained that he would never hurt her. Then that was that. She would love him no matter what. No matter how much trouble or how many mistakes he made. That's what family was suppose to do, right? When the Russian Blue got back into talking about the painting she noticed the sudden change in subject and knew it was for the best that they got over the emotional mountain. "Heh, well, of course I do, Marshie." She reached out her hands and tickled his sides softly, thinking it was okay to touch him now. It was nothing but a playful gesture. They had gotten passed that now, haven't they?
The man spoke of her ocean like beauty and couldn't stop the blush from sweeping itself all over her cheeks. "Marshall!" she whined and swayed cutely, shrugging her shoulders up out of embarrassment. "Thank you for noticing." She did a little twirl to show off and hugged her tail tightly to her midsection as she smiled brightly. "So, since I took off my color..." she brought a hand up to feel the skin around her neck, taking in the strange sensation of emptiness, "does this mean you're going to teach me how to draw beautiful pictures for you, too?" She swayed carefully on her heels and tried not to fall in them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:07 pm
Marshall smiled at his little sister, " Of course... I'm a man of my word and I never leave a promise to die." He told her folding his arms across his chest, he turned his eyes to the corner of the room where a box sat, It was unwrapped. The grey male had meant to wrap it but he'd lost track of time when he'd been painting. " I have one more surprise for you." He told her nibbling on the bottom lip his canine tooth clicking against the smooth metal of the silver ring threw his lip, " This present was what sparked my idea for the whole room." He said with a small nervous laugh. Then he nodded his head towards the corner where the box sat. " That's not an end table...." He said smiling at the girl. The box was filled with any drawing and painting supplies she would need to begin learning to draw and paint. He hadn't bought her a belt like he wore, he had a place for each of his brushes in the belt, he wanted her to finish growing before he gave her that item. It was slight expensive and he couldn't just steal it. There was a rigorous process he went threw to get the belt.
He nodded towards the box once more before he looked at it them back to the girl, " go open it... I'm dying from anticipation already." He said with a small chuckle. Marshall wasn't the type of person who was able to keep a secret for very long. He pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up and wrapped his fingers around his wrist as he waited for her to hurry up and look at it already. He was letting his fingers slip over his wrist as he thought, He was going to get a tattoo of her name, Something to symbolize that he wouldn't ever leave her or hurt her. He wanted her to really understand that he would always be there for her that he wouldn't hurt her. He didn't know any other way to explain this to her. He chewed on his lip thinking about the tattoo of the cold heart, covered in ice that laid under the shirt to show the world that he was unlovable that he was cold hearted. He hadn't showed Belle yet and he was slightly scared to show her, maybe he would some time else, the tattoo was still healing and wasn't the worlds prettiest things. He nodded and let out a breath as he waited for Belle to open his gift to her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:48 am
When the Russian blue had instructed the young and fair beauty of a Ragamuffin to go and open the unwrapped present she tilted her head with curious amusement. "Oh? You got me a present? You are a man of your word." She hadn't really expected him to get her anything large and expensive. Perhaps if she was lucky she would have received a hug, but she has had one to many of those from him tonight. She walked casually over to the box, wanting the anticipation to build. She absolutely loved surprises. Well, when they were gifts she did. She had a pretty decent idea of what it could contain but she didn't want to play the guessing game. She just wanted that thrill of all the possibilities. She looked over her shoulder momentarily to see Marshall acting as though it was his present, all fidgety and eager. "Alright, alright. I'm getting there," she laughed at his urging tone. He must have just been excited to see her reaction.
She finally knelt down to the box reaching inside and pulling at the corners until the lid flopped open. It was a bit resistant at first and that caused Belle to give a few unladylike grunts which brought bright pink blush to her cheeks. After she had pried off the top she took out a large white foam piece that was used to keep whatever was inside in place. Once that thing was set aside she let her eyes drift over the contents of the box. Her heart skipped a beat and her jaw dropped. It was so much more than she could have ever imagined. "G-goodness.... Marshall..." she wondered how much all this could have cost him. It had to be worth a pretty penny. There were different styles of pencils and charcoal, pastels and markers. Not many colors but a good variety of tools. It's not like she needed a lot though. She was only just starting to learn. Then there were the paints. She saw mostly watercolors but there were a few acrylic paints.
The sight was far to much to take in all at once so she took a few minutes just gasping every time she pulled a set of something from the box. The whole room filled with happy, "thank you... oh Marshall... So pretty... I can't believe..." All of which were unfinished sentences. She wasn't even capable of speaking proper English anymore. That was just how happy she was. She looked over her shoulders at the mail and threw herself to her feet, quickly clip clopping over to him in her high heels and wrapping her arms around his neck tight as she hugged on enthusiastically. "You're the best, Marshall! I love you!" She spoke in a completely friendly way because she did indeed love him, but she wasn't in love with him. She stretched her neck up so that she could reach his height and gave him a polite peck on his cheek.
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