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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 13, 2007 23:46:42 GMT -5
Milan pulled her hair gently, letting the brush pull the strands into straight lines letting the light of the room shimmer like a lake. Milan let his mind go blank, and relaxed. He pulled Brife's hair up, pinning it up, and tieing ribbons here and there. He gently put the brush on the table and slowly turned her to face him.
"You look very lovely, sometimes you just need to pamper yourself." He spoke very gently, looking deep into her eyes.
"I know pain, I know you need a haven, a harbor. I know you've lost some of your soul, but have the strength to find it, take my hand if you need to, there's no shame, no worries, no judgement. I'll keep you safe. I don't care if I'm hurt, I need something to fill that old hole....something" Milan thought...he whipsered in his mind...he screamed the words in his head, tring to speak to her through his eyes that she didn't need to be strong, just for a moment.
Milan brushed the back of his hand upon her check, barely touching her flesh, almost pulling her forward.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 13, 2007 23:55:38 GMT -5
Brife's hand went up, holding his hand on her face, as she looked up at him. Her hair, now fell in curls perfectly around her face, accenting the pale luster of her skin. Her hand was slightly cold agianst his warm one, causing her to want to push her whole body close to him. "You'll hold me?" She whispered, now leaning agianst him slightly.
Without thinking, she stood on her tip toes, placing a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back after only a few seconds. She was suprised to find Milan's hand supporting her, as she looked up into his calm blue eyes (I'm going to say his eyes look like House's. Just cause I LOVE his eyes) and smiled slightly, her own green eyes sparkling.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 14, 2007 0:03:18 GMT -5
Adrinalin and fear gripped Milan, and without thinking he was biting his lip, looking into Brife's eyes. The smile that spreads, pulls his lip from the grasp of his teeth. Scared to be too forceful, Milan holds her like a fragil doll. Slowly he pulls her close.
"I will keep you warm..." Milan thought.
Tilting his head, he let his rosey thin lips meet Brife's again, his cheeks growing red like a school boys.
"I will keep you safe..." the voice in the back of his head screamed to Brife, and she seemed to hear him....
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 20, 2007 12:02:58 GMT -5
Brife looked up at him for a few more minutes, taking in the way he was smiling at her. Somehow, she felt safe in his arms, safer than she knew she should. She had murders after her, and not all of them were human. How could she feel safer in the arms of an elf she had met just a few months ago, and wasn't even a warrior, than she felt with knives in her hands, facing a enemy she knew she could kill?
Leaning forward slightly, she laid her head agianst his chest, sighing slightly. Her black curls feel around her face, hiding her face from him completly as she leaned agianst him, relaxed completly in his arms. At the moment she was going to say something, a crash of breaking glass distracted her. Pulling away from him, she turned at the exact moment a rock came all the way through the window, hitting her in the stomach.
"Ooff..." A sound of air leaving her was heard, and she saw a figure disapear into the woods. It was defiently male by the stucture and the way it moved, definently not wolf by the sounds she could slightly hear. Falling back from the impact of the rock, she landed on the floor of the house, glass digging inot her palms. Hissing, she tried pushing herself up, forgeting about the dead-weight of the rock on her lap.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 20, 2007 23:08:22 GMT -5
Milan fell to his knees, jaw dropping almost just as fast. The high from holding her and the sudden scare. He lifted Brife from the floor, setting her on the island in the middle of his kitchen. He ran out of the room, returning in a moment with gauze, a washcloth, and tweezers.
Brife caught her breath, tring to sit up straight. Milan took her hand looking very closely at it and the shards of glass glimmering in the light. He took each piece out with the tweezers, washing the cut carefully and finally wrapping tightly.
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 20, 2007 23:15:43 GMT -5
Brife hissed each time he pulled a peice of glass from her hand, finally looking away. She had never been all the comfortable around her own blood, and although she delt with it, she wasn't going to admit to loving it. When he finally finished, she sighed, bringing her hand to her chest.
"Thanks." She said, smiling slightly at Milan. "Umm, what was the rock about?" The rock lay on the floor in the glass a distance away. "There's something on it..." Indeed, something was secured around the rock, and she made to get up and check it out.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 20, 2007 23:29:00 GMT -5
Brife looked in curiousity at the rock, then handed it to Milan. His face turned rather pale, and his fair lips uttered nasty words, though there were many worse than what he said. He muttered deep in thought, finally looking up to Brife as if she were standing their for the first time.
"you need to go." Milan choked out. "Please, you're in danger."
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 20, 2007 23:36:41 GMT -5
Brife looked at Milan and laughed. "You want ME to go because I'm in danger? I'm in danger constantly. I'm not leaving." She tried to grab the sheet of paper from him, but tripped slightly as he pulled it out of her reach. "Fine, if you won't let me see it, tell me what it says, and what I'm sposed to be afriad of."
A determined look was set on Brife's face as she glared at Milan. There was NO way she was going to leave. She had just found someone she knew she could fall in love with, and he wanted her to leave because she was in danger? Pff, she didn't care, she would beat up whoever tried to hurt her.
"It can't be that bad." She replied, still looking at him.
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Post by writingwrongs on Jun 22, 2007 23:01:49 GMT -5
"No, you have no idea." Milan chewed his lip. "Please, Brife."
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Post by Super Awesome on Jun 22, 2007 23:28:27 GMT -5
Brife glared at him, then stormed past him, going into what she now considered her room and slamming the door after her. She wasn't going anywhere. The doors didn't lock, so instead she went to the bed, sitting on it, and starting to sharpen her knives once more. If Milan didn't feel like talking to her, then she wasn't going to talk to him
It seemed like hours passed by, and Brife fell asleep on the bed, her hands still held the knife and stone, her black hair still tied up in the ribbons Milan had put in it. She looked peaceful while she slept, and a dark figure could be seen through her window in the woods staring in at her.
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