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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 11:15 PM Post #1 |
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![]() your eyes whispered: have we met? this night is flawless: don't you let it go | |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 10 2010, 12:13 AM Post #2 |
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When she had left her room, Rebecca had already seemed to walk on air with the knowledge of the night she'd spent playing (and winning) rummy. Now gifted with the knowledge that if she did manage to find Rowland, she could tell him that Damocles had all but given him the day off, Rebecca figured there was nothing left to do but fly. The moment she managed to find him that was, her smile could not be wider. Then she saw the flowers. Returning to her room only to grab a wrap -- not for the weather, for it was picture perfect, August weather outside, but because it was proper--she suddenly stopped. A bouquet of different wildflowers she could only suppose were from the garden outside was sitting atop her table. The fragrance already wafting around the room, Rebecca's hand flew to her lips, quite honestly surprised. She was surprised. That was such a rare occurrence that it brought almost as wide a smile to her face as the fact that there were flowers waiting for her. Rubbing the outside of her lips with a delicate swipe, her heart going far too fast, she took a few steps forward, quickly shutting the door behind her. She didn't want Brandin--or anyone else, as she was now certain Madelaine was in Brandin's pocket--to spy the note beside the bouquet. Her hands shook slightly as she rolled the scroll open, her name written in a wide, friendly script. Her breath caught as she read the tiny message, not needing to see the name at the bottom to know they were from Rowland. There was nothing improper in the message, she supposed lest the wrong person read it, but it brought a blush to her cheeks anyways. Her heart still skipping too fast, she gently lifted a flower to her face to inhale as she tucked the scroll within her locked drawer. The drawer already held her iPod, cellphone, and other items possible of revealing her secret--one, of her secrets that was. Now it appeared she had another. Lifting the flowers to sit on the stand closer to the window, she spun first, an unnecessary little dance step. Forgetting the wrap altogether, she slipped right back out the door. |
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