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 Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:04 pm
She glowered at him. "Don't laugh... not all love is the kind people write about in books, Quillan!" She crossed her arms. Even trolls deserved love too right? Saxon uncrossed her arms to pluck at a bit of grass. "Well of course i would rather have a good looking guy... " She shrugged. "wouldn't you?"
She shrugged. "I g-guess... if you are SO interested" She took a deep breath and tried to force the blush back. "Ive always had a thing for the irish... their accent... And I like lighter hair... Blondes and the like... But the biggest thing for me... is that they would have to be able to pick me up... " Strong arms... to hold her and protect her... sculpted sexy arms...
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine... you caught me... im not so... in love with my self... I would have a much better answer for you if you asked me what i disliked about myself... " She frowned and looked to him. "How about you... what do you like about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:48 pm
"The book geek is telling me that? At least I know you aren't completely delusional," Quillan laughed, swaying back and forth in that laughter. "I really had my doubts there... Y'know... with all the porno books." Quillan's eyes glinted but seconds later, he couldn't help but wonder if he had pushed her too far. Let's go the one way I know how... Joke my way out of it... "Your Prince Let Me Take Off Your Pants Thomas."
An even bigger grin appeared on Quillan's face when she said she liked the Irish and he said with an even heavier Irish accent than his current one, "May the luck of the Irish be with you!" And then, his eyebrows rose at her. "He would have to pick you up? Like... not the do you have a mirror in your pants 'cause I can see myself in them pick up but actually picking a fatty like you up?" He kidded, wary of any smacks coming his way. Fat jokes tend to do that...
"I didn't want to know about what you didn't like about yourself," Quillan responded with a shrug. Those responses usually turned into pity parties. "And I like my undying wit and my ravishing good looks. I mean, I am one sexy, smart beast!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 8:24 pm
She flushed. Wishing for the best... sure... Delusional? Not so much... She turned scarlet and looked away from him. They had plots... most of them... it wasn't just a sex book... sure the plots were a bit of an easy to guess the ending to... but still... She couldn't get any redder but her face tried to... She couldn't have spoken if she wanted to, so she just sat there taking his jokes in silence.
However her eyes shot up when he put emphasis on his accent. How had she missed that?! She turned her eyes to looking in his. "N-no... i m-meant... um... S-s-scottish... not um... " She faltered. There she had done it. She had thought they were going well toward being friends.. and now she had given him the wrong idea. She nodded. And then she almost crumbled. He thought she was fat? She looked away. She was lean and trim. She was maturing to be slightly curvy... but she was still nice and trim. She watched what she ate and everything. She pulled into herself. "M-may-maybe n-n-not..." She stood. "I-I h-h-have s-s-some place to be...." She nodded and picked up her bag to listen to what he liked about himself. She nodded. "G-good t-to kn-know..." She nodded again and started her way across the lawns back toward the castle... She wasn't crying... that was one thing that saxon could say she liked about herself. Even when she felt broken... she didn't cry... not until she was all alone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 8:37 pm
So she didn't know? Quillan thought that his accent and his... well... Irishness was pretty obvious. Last name O'Connolly, hair red as can be, freckles... even an accent. "No one likes the Scotts!" Quillan protested with a laugh. He was enjoying himself so much that when she suddenly decided to get up and leave, Quillan was flaberghasted. "O-okay?" He responded, his eyebrows raised. Did she forget something? It sounded like a lame excuse. "Bye, I guess." And he watched her walk off.
What was that about? He wondered with a frown, slowly gathering his things before making his way to the castle.
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