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Tristian shook his head, eminating a soft laugh. If it was hers, then she didn't steal it...He paused a moment, thinking over what Lucius had said. Though...if she gave it to you as a gift, then it was yours...because...if it was hers but she gave it to you, then it was yours not hers anymore...He paused again to compare it to a situation his mother had been in, and nodded in agreement with himself. But what would be so important that you would want to hurt her now?

Shinji nodded some, thinking. Well...From what I've gathered...mostly by accident...He used to date Opheliah. He stopped to think, closing his eyes as the memories that flooded through his body from her scars surfaced again. He shuddered some and shook his head to clear his mind before continuing. But it turned into more of a 'You're my property' thing, rather than 'I love you'...and she ran off...I think. He wasn't positive it was what'd happened, but it was what he'd managed to gather from the broken bits that she'd let him have.

Tristian swallowed, but nodded. He sort of knew how it felt to have someone you love leave you rather suddenly and take everything you knew with them. He let a soft smile grace his features and leaned to kiss Lucius tenderly, hoping it would make him, even if just for the moment, forget about Opheliah.

Shuddering and wishing she could make this all resolve itself without pain, Merryn took her hand from Shinji's shoulder and sighed. "He sounds... Dangerous." Sadly, she relaxed and sighed a heavier sigh. "Have you talked to Ophelia recently? And.." she trailed off not wanting to bring up her friend in this situation, "Nevermind." Shaking her head she pulled more hair away from the rest and started twirling.

((Not going together? xp ))

Loki pushed himself off a nearby tree when seeing Dante step out of the car. He walked up to her, bowing lightly. "Hello beautiful. Ready to watch me..uh..raise the dead?"

(('Tis ok.))

Loki grinned and returned the wink before turning to find a good grave. Once doing so, he stood straight and began to mutter a spell in infernal, a dim glow of red surrounding him. Slowly, skeletal and zombie-like hands pushed themselves out of the dirt, pulling up their bodies as they turned to face the one who raised them. He only brought up five, not wishing to raise the whole cemetary.

Loki watched the undead groan, not looking particularly happy about being woken up from their eternal slumber. "They'll stay as long as I wish them too. But I have no reason to keep them, for now, so I'll probably just let them go back to resting." The undeads expressions didn't change any but he was sure they'd enjoy that.

Loki blinked, a little surprised by the sudden grabbing...though he didn't mind at all. He waved away the undead, letting them crawl back into their graves. "Oh really? And how's that, my dear?" He grinned, smokey eyes glittering mischiviously. His hands rested on her hips, kneading light, itching to run around her long soft legs.