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 Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:28 pm
"You said it yourself handsome." She smiled with a sigh, "Ah to be one of those girls..." She let a low sad whistle, teasing him.
Sitting together with him was easy, and she let her turn so that she could laugh with him, already feeling a bit better about the whole situation.
But there would always be that scared doubt in her mind, lingering there. How much would her eye cause damage too? Would it destroy the people she loved, the things she loved? Or would it end up destroying her?
Or would it make her stronger with time.
"Well to be fair, I am a bit stronger than you with my weapon bond and all." She teased again, "Even as much as pinning you." Now she was kind of bragging, "And tickling you to death. Or close to it. I told you, These fingers...." She held them up, "Magic."
"Either have I, but I feel I have it easier with a gun. I just need to aim and shoot."
/And prepare for the recoil blast, it'll lessen when we are stronger together./
"Secrets and a Kiss." Her eye widened, "I am spoiled." She said lightly, looking back to her form and letting it stretch out. "I was scared, When the blast recoiled. And I thought it was my fault because of my eye, as if it made me much weaker than any of the other hunters." She looked away, "I've been trying to cope with suddenly losing the vision in it but...Some days....I really hate it." She said it with a sickeningly amount of venom, her hand reaching up to mess with the bandages without really loosening them. "I'll probably always hate it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:46 pm
He bumped his shoulder against Nevada's playfully, linking his fingers together around his knees. She was so easy to get along with, so easy to understand because their minds were similar without the complications that came from entanglements.
"No, you definitely did some serious a** kicking," Ian agreed with a nod. "I don't disagree with you there, you are one tough lady who's not just gorgeous and sweet, but also one helluva fighter."
Secrets. His entire life was built around them, stemmed from the ones he held inside of his heart, which was bound tightly in barbed wire, surrounded by an electric fence that was engulfed by a ten foot thick stone wall. He did not let anyone close for a reason, and it was for this reason that he was not serious. The reason for the lack of seriousness, however, was entwined with the chaotic mess that was everything Ian did not display to the rest of the world.
"You lost something important to you," he said quietly, without looking at her, his gaze staring straight ahead as though he were not quite entirely there. "The hate is normal; it's a fuel, not a paralytic."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:56 pm
"Flattery again my friend." She laughed, "it does my heart wonders to know that I can at least beat someone up. I guess." She flushed again, letting the red rise and then fall with his compliments. "I really appreciate all your compliments." She reached over to nudge him back.
"I lost myself confidence," She looked away, "I originally went into the haunted house because I was upset. Because I was hurt. For the second time, I confessed my feelings for someone and ended up getting rejected. It hurt, so I took the haunted house...."
She shuddered, "And the haunted house replied in return with the creature that did this to me." She looked over to Ian, "The reason that Candace doesn't want you guys to go to the haunted house, without someone with you? Was because I was the third or fourth one to be attacked by this creature."
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:22 pm
"I never flatter,' said Ian blithely, flicking a few stray strands of grass away from his shirt. "I always tell the absolute truth because flattery tends to get you no where in life."
He rolled his shoulders, passing a slightly sharp-edged smile Nevada's way. "Besides, if you have to rely on flattery to get you somewhere, then you shouldn't be going that direction anyway. I like to think of myself as someone who simply builds on the good of a situation rather than exaggerates it."
Ian grew silent as Nevada spoke, Naomi desummoning almost unintentionally, the dagger disappearing silently before reforming as the earrings dangling from his ears. He tugged at a lock of hair and pressed his lips together.
"Love is overrated anyway," he said, without looking at her. "It's a useless emotion. It doesn't do anything except bring pain and chaos and confusion and there's enough of that in this world without the mockery of love as it is."
The words came out a little sharper, a little more bitter than he had sounded initially, but Ian did not seem to notice this, still staring off across the field as though lost in thought.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 11:25 pm
She smiled at him now, appreciating his honesty. The words did help and knowing that he was truthful about them helped. It lowered the walls she had around herself. The same walls that drew people to her, and made her friendly were also there to keep them at a safe comfortable distance from herself.
And she knew she relied on flattery as a way to test the waters.
"Love...." She looked away now, with a sort of dreamy vacant look. Not one of well...happy dreaming, just one of thinking of things. A stare off into the distance if you will.
She agreed and disagreed with him, reaching over to take his hand in hers and squeeze it.
"Love is terrible pain. It goes hand in hand with it. But you can't have a terrible thing without balancing it out with a good thing. Where love causes pain, when it is good, it causes a happiness that is hard to find." She sighed, "I always had a dream I'd find a prince charming and fall in love and enjoy that happiness. But all I've had now is two terrible confessions, and both of the loves I thought I had find better girls. I can only hope they are as happy as I am miserable." She laughed awkwardly, bring Ian's hand up to her lips and kissing his knuckles. "I should go though Handsome, I think I need to go to the infirmary to make sure my hand will heal after the blast." She pushed herself up without letting go of his hand.
"Will you be okay out here Ian?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 7:30 pm
"Love is a myth," said Ian, a tad harsher than he had meant, his voice coming out sharp and tense, an edge of bitterness clearly audible within the deliberately casual tones. He softened it slightly, drawing in a short breath and closing his eyes briefly before opening them again. Nevada's hand felt warm around his own, and he passed her a wan smile, squeezing her fingers in return.
"If that's all you've had, then you've had better than I've had, gorgeous," he said as she stood up. His gaze flickered up towards her, and he felt a strange sense of gratitude, in spite of the seriousness their meeting had turned towards.
Ian smiled up at her. "I'll be fine, Hawkeye, don't worry too much about me."
Pushing himself to his feet as well, he drew his hand away from Nevada's to swing an arm around her shoulders in a one-armed hug, pressing her against his chest briefly. "I think I'll take a walk, you know? Get some exercise."
He kissed the side of her head affectionately and pulled back, still smiling.
"I'll come and take you up on that nap offer later, okay?" he added with a wink.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 7:37 pm
She chuckled at both the hug and kiss before nodding.
"Room 177 Handsome! Or if not there the mist lounge." She smiled at then waved, "Enjoy your walk, Thanks for everything Ian." She blew him a kiss and made her way back to her dorm room.
Probably to think about just how dangerous her new charge is.
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