Sora Scambers
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. Was blind but now I see...
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Post by Sora Scambers on Mar 12, 2009 20:43:23 GMT
"How can we make it through if you can't even trust me?" Elizabeth was basically bawling, the side of her face pressed against his chest, tears running down her face. She still took the comfort of him, though. "I know I ruined our lives, I ruined your trust. But what was I to do, Will? For one thing, I wanted to marry you no matter what, but I was scared of certain things. And of James...I wanted to die instead of marrying him. Don't you understand I agreed to marry him because I wanted you safe? I never wanted to marry him. I'm sorry, Will." She let out a sob and then a cry, and pressed her face in his chest.
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Post by Brave Heart on Mar 13, 2009 0:56:11 GMT
Will felt his heart ache when Elizabeth started crying. She wasn't messing around with it either, she was seriously crying. "Hey, Elizabeth..." he trailed off, feeling upset that she was sobbing like that over him. "What were you scared over? Don't you trust me, that I'll never hurt you?" he held her head to his chest, silent for a moment as she continued to cry. "I love you Elizabeth, no matter what happens or what you do that will never change."
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Sora Scambers
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. Was blind but now I see...
Posts: 573
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Post by Sora Scambers on Mar 13, 2009 0:59:03 GMT
"I was scared of being a wife," Elizabeth said. "I didn't know what to do, Will. I didn't know how to be a wife. I thought I wouldn't be good enough for you."
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Post by Brave Heart on Mar 13, 2009 4:37:35 GMT
"And all this time I thought I wasn't good enough for you." Will muttered softly, this was the first time in a while that they'd gotten a chance to really open up to each other. "Well I'm not that sure how well of a job I'll be as a husband but I'm willing to try." he set her on the couch and knelt beside the furniture, his hands on her knees. "I'm going to ask you again, Miss Swann... will you marry me?" Will held his breath, he knew they both had been hurt more then once but they needed each other to heal. Say yes Elizabeth. He thought to himself. Will knew that with time and some love from Elizabeth he could easily trust her again, after all he loved her.
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Sora Scambers
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. Was blind but now I see...
Posts: 573
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Post by Sora Scambers on Mar 13, 2009 11:24:11 GMT
Elizabeth smiled and brought a hand to Will's cheek and caressed his skin. "Yes, Will," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you."
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Post by Brave Heart on Mar 15, 2009 2:12:10 GMT
Will smiled at Elizabeth a little and kissed her hand lovingly. He climbed back on the couch and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Will said nothing but merely buried his face in her hair.
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Sora Scambers
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. Was blind but now I see...
Posts: 573
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Post by Sora Scambers on Mar 15, 2009 2:14:28 GMT
Elizabeth pulled away slightly and pulled him into a passionate kiss, ravishingly kissing his lips repeatedly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself against Will.
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Post by Brave Heart on Mar 15, 2009 2:58:57 GMT
Will gasped in surprise but nevertheless kissed Elizabeth back. His hands still gripping her shoulders lightly. "Oh..." he moaned in pain as Elizabeth pushed against his stomach and moved back slightly.
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Sora Scambers
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. Was blind but now I see...
Posts: 573
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Post by Sora Scambers on Mar 15, 2009 3:00:25 GMT
Elizabeth was quick to pull away. "I'm sorry, Will!" Elizabeth exclaimed, putting a hand to her mouth.
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Post by Brave Heart on Mar 15, 2009 4:05:13 GMT
Will forced himself to smile, feeling childish. "It's okay." he whispered, putting his hand on her cheek in an attempt to sooth her. "Don't feel bad." he begged.
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