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Post by Devyn on Nov 15, 2007 5:49:11 GMT
Mona shrugged a little, rolling back onto her back, uncomfortable being too tender with him really. She closed her eyes and used the excuse that would work best to end the conversation at hand.
"I'm tired."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 15, 2007 5:51:38 GMT
He wanted to talk, he wanted to assure her.......but he knew she wouldn't. She would just put up her walls anew, thicker and higher than ever. So he just leaned over and kissed her lightly and curled up on her shoulder...
"I'd never hurt you...." He whispered to the air...
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Post by Devyn on Nov 15, 2007 5:53:25 GMT
Mona shivered even if she wasn't cold-- she'd heard those words before. Promised from the mouth of the man she loved. Untruthful words.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 15, 2007 5:57:32 GMT
He felt her shiver and looked up at her, to see her staring up at the roof, her jaw set hard and tight. He reached up and turned her to look at him. When her eyes wouldn't focus he kissed her. She filally looked at him..."I am not those men Mona. I will never be anything but here for you. I lie only to the untruthful. I am cruel only to the damned. I am merciless to those who hurt those I love........ and if your look tells me anything, Allione isn't the only woman I love that he has hurt..."
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Post by Devyn on Nov 15, 2007 6:01:48 GMT
Mona struggled a bit to get out of his arms as her mind sobered up from the serious discussion.
"You don't know what you speak of..."
She muttered a bit, pushing to get him away.
"Just let me sleep."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 15, 2007 6:03:27 GMT
Belsamuel looked at her lying on the bed, curled away from him. He sighed, lifted the blankets around her, put his jeans on and then lied down on the floor on his cloak to go to sleep...
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Post by Devyn on Nov 15, 2007 6:09:11 GMT
Mona heard him move off the bed, but she didn't say anything, curling up for the night ontop and clinging to sheet as she drifted off... or more like passed out.
~morning~
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 15, 2007 7:28:23 GMT
Belsamuel woke up in the wee hourss of the morning, bruised and sore from thee sleep on the wooden floor. He got up quietly and stretched, being as silent as he could so as not to wake Mona. She looked so peaceful asleep. It was probably the only time the girl didn't get nagged by worry. He had to try to be more gentler with her. And stop talking about Saint. The further away from both the subject AND the man they both got the better.
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Post by Devyn on Nov 15, 2007 7:43:17 GMT
Mona had been sleeping pretty pleasantly the last few hours, but as she got closer to waking she started to toss and turn, mumbling incoherent things beneath her breath. Some words were discernible though--
"Don't......... Damian............. Pirates............ kill 'im........... No............ fuckin' love.............."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 15, 2007 8:14:42 GMT
(murphy's law)
Belsamuel went to the bed and tried to calm Mona, making soothing noises and stroking her hair, putting his cheek next to hers and whispering calming words to her while kissing her forehead
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