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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 21:15:59 GMT
I turn to her and have to disguise a grin. Eventhough I'm not very tall, I'm still taller than her and I can quite efficiently look down on her on the oppertune moments such as these. I look her in the eye and tilt my head slightly, a curious look on my features. "Yknow," I comment, my eyes boring into hers without mercy, "For a bride-to-be you seem to be rather fixed up, as it were."
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Post by Daz on Aug 1, 2006 21:19:32 GMT
"Well... what you know what its like to be a bride to be, now, jack?" I sigh, giving up, because theres no way ill be getting him out of here by verbal force... "you know, im not even allowed will in here... let alone a ... a pirate!"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 21:23:46 GMT
"Fortunately those usually don't do what is allowed, luv." I point out superfluously. I walk past her again, looking around the room for another while before I just take a seat on the bed. Judging by the look on her face that's not entirely proper either, but I just give her a generous grin. "Excited fer the big day, I imagine?" I try to start a conversation.
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Post by Daz on Aug 1, 2006 21:27:23 GMT
"..." I pause "yes. actually. But i dont see what any of it has to do with you."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 21:30:54 GMT
Touchée, darlin'. I don't allow her the pleasure of even reacting to that comment though, and I just make a dismissive gesture with my left hand, "I figured you invited your good friend Jack Sparrow but unfortunately the invitation didn't reach me in time. So I took the liberty of invited myself instead. Surely you didn't forget 'bout me, eh?" I give her a challenging look.
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Post by Daz on Aug 1, 2006 21:33:24 GMT
I stand there struggling not to smile at that... "If Will sees you there... if anyone sees you there... you'll be..... in deep... terribly deep.. trouble."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 21:37:56 GMT
"Fortunately I know how to counter it." I grin. I pull up my legs to cross 'em on the bed, then I change my mind 'bout it (muddy boots on the white linnen must somehow leave their marks, I imagine) and I just put 'em down again. What would dear William think 'bout stains in his virgins bed, eh? I can't help but smirk at that thought. It would be a pretty scene, I imagine.
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Post by Daz on Aug 1, 2006 21:42:18 GMT
"......... " I dont even comment on that... i dont know how to.
And now i know hes going to ruin everything that feelnig is digging inside of me again.
But it isnt guilt or hatred or anything of the sort...
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Post by Jacky on Aug 1, 2006 21:46:12 GMT
"Anyhow," I speak up again, after regaining my balance, "I jest came to see how the future Mrs Turner was doing on her last night as a fair, lonely maiden." Eventhough my words sound joking, teasing even, I make sure to keep my eyes on her face to notice even the slightest hint of her thoughts by the look on her features. Elizabeth is a thoughtful girl, usually. She doesn't speak her mind if she doesn't want to. But the slightest twitch of a facial expression can betray all I want to know - so my gaze is set steady to spot these minor changes.
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Post by Daz on Aug 1, 2006 21:49:42 GMT
I know what that feeling is.
And its releif... but why
I love Will.
I do.
truely.
I gasp and look up at him "will you stop staring at me like that!"
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