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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:41 pm
Dunno what your talking about, unless you mean my d**k.
He's really ********' persuasive, ya know? Reckon, you wouldn't. Should change that. *Moves over to her, plucking up the bangle before she can get it*
Do the interview with me.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:54 pm
*Frowns as she continues to look away, her gaze falling on a pearl-draped choker amid the clutter*
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find. But maybe I won't, because I left it all behind. Now I'm stuck with this, and that'll never change. Always a part of me, until the very last day.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:04 pm
*Follows her gaze, shifting so his fingers snatch up her hand, guiding it over to the choker until he can curl her fingers around it, murmuring*
Lyrics don't mean s**t when you get what you want.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:22 pm
They do when there's a warning there.
*Draws in a breath, clutching the choker*
A warning written in r... *shakes images of blood-smeared words on stone out of her head, looking flushed*
Not a good idea.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:27 pm
You scared? *Leans down, letting the hand not holding hers rest along the curve of her hip. Breathing in her ear*
You shouldn't be.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:28 pm
I'm much older and smarter than you are, R...iddle.
Giving in never leads to anything good.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:31 pm
That's great, Ms. Weasley, really ******** great.
*Leans into her, fingers tightening as he lowers his voice against her ear*
But it's two against one.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:38 pm
*Yanks away from him, practically flinging the choker down* Hack. Cheating.
I'm not doing this. *Raises a hand*
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:41 pm
*Chuckles, the sound cold and jaded, yet warmly amused at the same time*
Right.
By all means, keep wandering around like a stupid, overly ******** cow. The hell was I even thinking?
Get ********, you stupid c**t.
*Moves away from her, heading upstairs before he decides to throw any of the racks over*
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:46 am
*Seizes his shoulder, yanking him around to face her; stares at him, panting softly, her expression dark* You've no idea what kind of danger you pose. No bloody idea.
That's not just possession, Riddle. That's a... piece. A section.
Do you get what I'm saying? Do you know?
Don't *draws in a breath* tempt me.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:52 am
*Catches her eyes, the predatory look glittering almost savagely*
I know well enough.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:54 am
And I know what he's telling you. *Snarls, her voice low and warning* I know what he whispers; I know what he promises.
Do yourself a favor and get Hermione to tear it out of you.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:56 am
I've never listened to the b*****d before. Why would I start now? Because we possibly want the same thing?
Why are you so ******** terrified, huh? Scared you like it too much?
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:02 am
I know I do.
*Lifts a hand, tiny scars crisscrossing her fingers where as a child she offered drips of blood to the diary, tastes of subservience, loyalty, need; curls her fingers into a fist and lowers her hand, helpless*
*Releases a frustrated noise, grabbing his arm* We can't talk about this here.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:08 am
Right. *Tosses the torn jeans to the person at the counter, knowing they'd just hold them back for him until he came in on a later date*
Lead the way.
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