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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 08:56 PM Post #41 |
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Nope. He wasn't ticklish. Or at least, he wasn't laughing when she tickled him, which could just mean he wasn't ticklish there. So she just childishly stuck out her tongue after he locked her arms over her head, and held still. She didn't need to squirm anymore, because in order to keep her hands unavailable, he couldn't be tickling her either. When he said he could do whatever he wanted with her now that she was stuck, Juls just shrugged uncaringly. "Yes, I suppose so. But maybe I'm a little more slippery than you think..." She grinned, but then he was kissing her - something she didn't plan on 'slipping' out of - and she just answered, "Life's not fair. I suppose I'll just have to get over it." |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 09:33 PM Post #42 |
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Edward couldn`t stop grinning. "Yeah, you`ll have to... I don`t think you have another choice." he said, leaning in closer again, his nose softly brushing with hers as his lips touched her lips again. And he actually never thought that he could feel like that ever again. A silent pop was heard as the same house elf popped into the room. He glanced at the bed and then quickly turned his big eyes to the ground, his all little body shaking from fear. "Mas.... ma... master..." he said, his voice trembling so bad he could hardly say a word. "The... they... leave... won`t..." he rambled out, staring at the ground, gripping his fingers in a fist, trying to say a normal sentence. But he was so scared to come here, and now he was scared to know that master won`t be happy with it. "Money..." he whispered, benting his head down. "They angry... money needs." he covered his eyes with shaking hands. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 09:48 PM Post #43 |
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Juls smiled softly and lifted her face, just tentatively brushing his lips as he leaned down again, surrendering to whatever he was going to do. But it seemed as usual, they were interuppted. Honestly, Juls felt terrible for the poor elf. He was terrified, she could tell, and she was a little worried for his wellbeing. It wasn't healthy to be so terrified all the time. But what he said made Juls tense, and she looked back at Edward a little worriedly. "It's been hours..." She pointed out quietly. Hours since they were first told men were here. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 09:58 PM Post #44 |
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Edward`s head shot to the direction of the house elf. He didn`t care about the fact that he was naked - there were much worse things in his head that moment. He could feel how his muscles tensed as he looked back down at Julianna. It wasn`t because he was angry on her - but he just hoped that looking at her will calm him down and he won`t kill someone off. Clenching his teeth hard he gripped the bed sheet with his hands, taking a deep breath. And so he continued to look at Juls, his eyes quite cold and obvious anger in them. After few moments he managed to get off of her and sat at the edge of the bed. Damn tramps. He promised to get them their money ages ago. Obviously, they weren`t very happy with the need to wait. Grabbing his clothes he put his underwear and his jeans on. Then stared at the ground for a few moments. Turning to the house elf his eyes were actually almost burning with anger. "Get the :censored: out of here." he snarled at it, breathing heavily. No wonder that creature was so terrified - Edward was used to letting his anger out on him. As the elf disappeared, clearly terrified, he sweared under his breath. Then shoved his hands in his hair and glared at the ground. This was... not good. Angry Death Eater tramps were never actually good. He tightly closed his eyes, trying to get over his anger and trying to focus. That didn`t happen. He still was fighting back the urge to just go downstairs and kill them. Not that he would succeed... |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 10:10 PM Post #45 |
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Juls realized rather quickly that her own reaction of wariness and slight worry didn't hold a candle to his, her fingers trembling slightly as he tensed, his hands tightening around her wrists. He was looking at her, and she couldn't help it; her eyes grew wide, like a deer caught in headlights. He looked so furious. He looked absolutely terrifying, and her heart started beating fast and hard. No one had ever looked at her like that. Was that loathing? She'd seen fury, and anger. She'd seen coldness. But never all that together, and never in accordance to her. And quite bluntly, she was scared, though she didn't show it the way his elf had. Eventually he got off of her, and she sat up, clenching the sheet to her neck, looking at him, and then the elf, and then the door, respectively. How in the world could he go from so soft and...caring, almost? To furious and...well, he looked like he wanted to kill someone. But she realized, as he dismissed his elf, that it wasn't her he was angry with. It was the situation, or the people. She stepped out of bed and put on her clothes, running her fingers through her hair once, before walking over and - despite being a little scared at his reaction - pressed herself to his back, hugging him from behind. "Edward. Edward, its okay. Calm down, please? Take a deep breath..." Juls had no idea what kind of business he did with these people, though she knew they weren't savoury characters. She had no idea what was going on. But if they were mad, and he was mad, and he went down there, wouldn't this be a nasty encounter? And she was there. She didn't want him to get hurt, and she had a feeling he'd go down looking for a fight at this point. She moved her head so that her lips were pressed to his back, between his shoulderblades. It was the highest she could reach, and she kept her arms firmly around his waist. "It's okay." She whispered, again. She was probably signing her own death warrent right then, but she was reacting, not thinking. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 10:26 PM Post #46 |
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Edward kept sitting there, every single muscle in his body tensed up. He didn`t do well with anger. He never learned how to control it, because he never needed to. But now... now wasn`t the time. Somewhere deep in his mind he knew that he would be no match for those two - and yet, he found it hard no to just go and try to kill them. It was because of how they ruined every single time of him being with Julianna. Because of how much he actually loathed them. He was breathing heavily as he realized that this was harder than he thought. Calmind down anger wasn`t easy if you had never done that before. Actually his hand began trembling a bit, as he had held his muscles tensed up for so long. He didn`t even hear what was going on, he didn`t hear Julianna moving. He was too focused on the plan of not doing something horribly stupid. And then, to his surprise he felt soft hands slipping around his waist. Silent words somehow reached his mind. At first he was surpised. No one ever done this. No one had even been close to it. And then he just swallowed hard. For a moment he was sure that he will stand up and shove her off. This was not her fight. How could she say that it was okay when it so clearly wasn`t? And yet, Edward didn`t move. He was still tensed up, still trying to deal with that fury. And yet, when he felt her lips pressing to his back his muscles slowly loosened up as he tilted his head backwards and took a deep breath as she suggested. His hands went down to lay on his legs. Exhaling at last his hand slowly found hers. He stroke his thumb over the other side of the palm. But he still didn`t trust his voice enough to speak. Edward realized that it might sound much worse than he wanted to. That it would be filled with pure hate and anger. Him not exploding on her was a big step. Probably bigger than she would ever know. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 10:38 PM Post #47 |
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Juls continued to murmur pointless, sweet things to him, trying to take his mind off his anger, someway or another. She almost sighed, because she could feel the way he tensed further when she touched him, and for a moment, she was positive she was going to be pushed away. It was to her great surprise and relief that he didn't, and it was as if she could feel the tension slipping from his body. She didn't let go though. She wouldn't let go, not until he pushed her away. Not until she determined he was alright. As he took a deep breath, she took one with him, just so they were in sync. The same time, in and out. Once she felt his hands moving, his thumb rubbing against her hand, she lifted herself up on her knees, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her lips just centimeters from his ear, "I'm here, it's going to all be alright. I'm right here." She kept her arms tightly around his middle though, loathe to let go. It was understandable that he wasn't speaking at the moment, because words were the last things to calm. And she expected him to, in all honesty. Or rather, she expected him to, and yet, he'd surprised her with the other thing she expected, so she didn't really know. Either way, she was just doing her best to get rid of this consuming anger. She didn't want him to get hurt, or do something he'd regret. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 10:49 PM Post #48 |
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Edward didn`t quite hear what she was saying to him. But something in her voice, her tone was calming. Comforting in some way. His thumb stopped moving as he just sat there, holding her hand. His eyes were darted at the wall in front of him, but he didn`t see it. After a while, what felt like ages, he sighed at last. And nodded to himself. "Okay... okay..." he murmured, closing his eyes tightly and opening them once again. With another deep breath he shook his head to get it all out of his head. He still wasn`t calm as he wanted to be, but he didn`t feel that burning fury inside him anymore. And that was a good thing. He placed his both hands on hers and pulled them away. He needed to go. He had wasted way too much time already. Softly and slowly he stood up, pulling away from Julianna. It wasn`t rough, nor it meant that he didn`t want her to be close. It just was because he had to go. Had to do it. Moving to the waredrobe he opened it and pulled a light blue shirt out. Then closing the door bumped his forehead against it. Standing like that for a few moments he fought back the anger that was about to come back. Yet, he put the shirt on and started buttoning it up. This took much longer than usual, seeing as his fingers were trembling softly. Edward was still trying to deal with the feelings inside of him. Julianna made him think at least. Which was more than he would have ever hoped. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 11:00 PM Post #49 |
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When Edward pulled her hands away and stood up, Juls sat back on her feet, letting her hands fall to her lap, just watching him. Seeing if he was okay, because really, that mattered a helluva lot more than whether or not he was dressed. It was obvious he got up from necessity, not want, and very quickly, Juls braided her hair. It took her about the same time as it took him to take out a shirt and put it on, and she went over to him, pushing away his fingers to button it herself. He wasn't steady, she could see that, and so she just gently helped him get ready, saying firmly, "I'll come down with you." She could more than easily take care of herself, not that he would know that. Either way, she couldn't just sit up here, or leave, knowing that he'd reacted this strongly, and that he was left alone with them. Though, thats probably what he did all the time. She validated it with the fact that murder on both ends would be a mess to clean up. Or something like that. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 11:08 PM Post #50 |
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Edward gave up on his shirt and just let Julianna do it. It seemed much better, seeing as he couldn`t do it well enough himself. It was stupid, really, but quite frankly he had never been in a situation like this. Knowing what kind of tempers those guys had, he tried to do everything on time. That`s why he was so angry. This wasn`t supposed to happen. He wasn`t supposed to forget. Brushing his fingers through his hair once more, he was just thinking on what to do. And in what mood those guys were. If the house elf was so freaked out... they must be quite angry. And yet at her words, his eyes suddenly grew wide. Grabbing her hands he didn`t let her even finish with his shirt. "No." he said firmly, and much more emotional than he have hoped to say. "You will stay here." he said once again, being dead serious. Even a thought of her being in the same room with them made him feel slightly sick. He couldn`t risk it. Couldn`t even think about risking her. Since when he was so caring? "Promise me that whatever will happen you will stay in this room. I will deal with them and come back here." he said, looking straight at her. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 11:17 PM Post #51 |
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Juls only had a few more buttons to go when he suddenly took her hands, and she looked up at him, startled. A second later, though, she was frowning. Stay here? Stay here in the room, not knowing what was going on, not knowing if he was hurt, or if someone else was, not knowing anything except for that she was to stay in the room until he came back up - but seeing how scared the elf was, she wasn't positive that he would - and she pulled her hands away, crossing her arms. "I won't know whats going on if I'm locked up here!" She exclaimed, her arms uncrossing again as she threw them up, "I won't be able to help you, and...and..." She struggled to find a reason why it'd be more dangerous for her to stay there. "And besides, you don't usually keep them waiting, right? So they'll know something is up. Or someone is here. And they'll want to know what the problem is. Or get back at you. And I'll be locked in this room. And not expecting it. I can help, Edward. I'm not some damsel in distress, remember? I can take care of myself, and I want to make sure you'll be okay!" Her hands went back down to her sides, sighing as she looked down and said, "I'm not good at waiting." Even if she did say she would stay up here, she'd probably freak herself out and end up downstairs anyways. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 7 2008, 11:26 PM Post #52 |
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"Julianna." Edward said firmly, looking straight at her. "I can deal with them. I don`t need your help, I`ve been doing this for ages." he pointed out. Well, it wasn`t absolutely truth, he had never dealt with them in this kind of situation. But he wouldn`t let her know that. He watched how she dropped her hands to her sides and then looked back at her. "If you will come down they will know that something is up. And remembering how they treated you the last time? I`m not going to let it happen." he said, sure of himself. "If you`ll be down then they will use you against me. And that`s the last thing I want." he kept speaking in the same tone. Then his face softened a bit. "Promise me that you will stay here. That`s the only thing I`m asking you." he asked. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 7 2008, 11:35 PM Post #53 |
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Juls looked at him, her fingers clenching into the folds of her skirt. Stay here, Juls, like the good little girl you are. That way you won't be in the way. That way I don't have to worry about you... She finally looked away, pressing her lips together for a moment before scowling, "Fine." and turning, walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, her back to the wardrobe he was at. Crossing her arms, she looked up at the ceiling, and tried to quash the annoyance. Being stuck somewhere, being told to 'stay', that always bothered her. Bad things happened from being in a room by yourself, no exits. And maybe she was paranoid, but whatever. Just watcher. He could go down there and start a fight with them, for all she would know, and die. And she'd just be sitting there. Like he told her to. Brilliant. She didn't talk to him again, and she just ignored the rest of his commentary. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 8 2008, 03:09 AM Post #54 |
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Edward watched how she turned around and walked to the bed. "Thanks." he only said as she complely ignored him. With a sigh he rolled his eyes a bit. Okay, no matter what - this was childish. He watched her back for a while. Then, finishing up with his shirt at last he stared at the waredrobe for a few long moments. This was making him slightly worried. He checked his pocket to make sure that his wand was there - just in case. Then glancing one last time at Julianna he walked to the door and walking out, closed it behind him. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 8 2008, 03:37 AM Post #55 |
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Juls waited until he left, turning her head. No doubt he thought she was being immature, but she saw what those men where thinking the last time she'd been here. Their faces were not so masked as Edward's was, and as soon as she could hear him talking downstairs, she finished getting herself presentable, quickly. Although she could hear what they were saying, she could hear the tones of their voices. They were pissed, and very soon, she could hear Edward getting angry all over again. Quickly and quietly, she turned and rushed downstairs. Just to watch, and make sure. She wasn't going against what he said, not exactly. He wouldn't even know she'd been down there if everything went well. |
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