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"Cassidy?" He knew the girl had been Holly's favourite sister and the bond between the two had been unquestionable-- until now?
"I tried getting her to tell me willingly, but she acted as if nothing happened. I feel like I have to help her."
If only she could express the enormity of it, by the gods she was burning herself! And if the girl wasn't doing it willingly, than who was? It was pure torture to have the knowledge of what was going on and not help. But butting her way into things always proved disastrous.
If only she could express the enormity of it, by the gods she was burning herself! And if the girl wasn't doing it willingly, than who was? It was pure torture to have the knowledge of what was going on and not help. But butting her way into things always proved disastrous.
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"Maybe she doesn't want to burden you with... whatever it is," he murmured.
"I'm too nosy for my own good," Holly mumbled, wishing she hadn't seen the scar. It would have probably gone better that way. "And you're being too nice to me," her voice rose in teasing complaint.
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"If only I had that on video for all the times we argued when we were kids, perfect blackmail. I must've gone a week without talking to you once, I was so stubborn," Holly said with a laughing sigh.
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"We went three years," Ajax said, echoing her sigh, but on him it was melancholic. "Torture."
He kissed her earlobe.
(('Tis kay. ^^ The compy is being slow, btw.))
"Cruel," Holly agreed, eating up every word spoken in his low, rich voice. It was near intoxicating, but so very addicting. "I miss the beach," she dared to say after nipping at his ear, a coy smile finding it's way onto her lips.
"Cruel," Holly agreed, eating up every word spoken in his low, rich voice. It was near intoxicating, but so very addicting. "I miss the beach," she dared to say after nipping at his ear, a coy smile finding it's way onto her lips.
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"Really?"
He pulled back slightly so their foreheads rested together, his neck bent down as he looked deeply into the entrancing eyes.
"Would you like a re-enactment?"
His hand trailed from her back, leisurely up her spine, to press against her neck and tilt her head up, a low groan escaping his lips as he pressed them to hers.
[I love Google Chrome. When my comp crashes in the middle of a post, not only does it open up GR again, the unposted post is still there!]
((...I need Google Chrome. I don't how many times I click 'home' instead of 'spell check' and I lose my post.))
Tender hands pulled him back, whether it was for further torture or to talk clearly, one could only guess with Holly.
"Minus the part where I threaten to kill you, yes. My death glare takes a lot out of me." A pout of the lips followed the coquettish complaint, just begging him to kiss her again.
Tender hands pulled him back, whether it was for further torture or to talk clearly, one could only guess with Holly.
"Minus the part where I threaten to kill you, yes. My death glare takes a lot out of me." A pout of the lips followed the coquettish complaint, just begging him to kiss her again.
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"Oh, no. Your death threats mean the world to me," Ajax murmured, slyly smiling again as he crushed her lips to him, wrapping his arms around her in a final embrace, enjoying the flames of desire and love.
A low groan of pleasure and defiance, and a slender leg starting to wind around his, Holly could feel the fire licking at her lips and fingertips. Going for a dip at the beach didn't sound so bad after all.
"To the beach?" she reminded, pulling on his lip with her teeth.
"To the beach?" she reminded, pulling on his lip with her teeth.
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"Please," he murmured, pulling away to tug on her hand, leading her towards the general direction of the sandy shore for saltwater kisses.
Hands stuffed deep in his suit pockets, Dante strolled the grounds on his way to a preferred spot in the forest. Too many campers, not enough silence, he grumbled to himself.
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Stepping out from her cabin for the first time in two days, Aureline squinted at the sun, throwing up a hand to shade her drawn face from it. Her other arm was wrapped around her waist in an unconscious gesture. And then her slate-grey eyes caught sight of the familiar figure, and her throat caught and her stomach-- oh, her stomach whirled unpleasantly--
"Dante."
The mere whisper from Aureline froze his steps; Dante pivoted to seek out her figure amongst the field."Aureline."
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Willing herself to remain calm, Aureline straightened in a would-be casual position and skipped down the steps, her eyes frozen onto Dante's lean stature.
How do I say this? I have to say something-- There's a reason I've been locked up for two-- I'm pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.
No words were needed here; she reached Dante with an odd look in her eye. It was as if the terror of her position shone underneath the icy exterior and beckoned to Dante, urged him to understand without words being spoken.
"I haven't seen you in a while," she whispered.
The cool indifference from Aureline marked by the crackle of melted ice rose a brow from Dante. A simple curl of his finger beckoned her closer as if the physical distance was illegal and therefore must be eliminated."You ran. Last time this happened, you left for a year."
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It took a moment to work up the words and Aurline closed her eyes, heart hammering. She could imagine a tiny heart underneath her navel hammering as well, beating, a tiny hand with delicate fingernails reaching out, pregnant-- pregnant-- the words were a taunt in her mind, destroying her--
She opened her eyes to look straight at Dante. If he looked closely, amidst the calm collectedness of her facade, that betraying bottom lip was quivering in the slightest.
"I'm pregnant."
Dante's thumbs slipped out of his pockets but more or less little betrayed his thoughts. The stone-cold mannerism which attracted Aureline in the first place remained though his eyes burned when studying her features."How do you know for certain? It hasn't been that long to confirm."
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The quivering stopped now that Aureline had sealed her doom and she stared at Dante straight, eyes determinedly cold.
"Those drugstore tests have been known to give false positives. According to the books, a month missed isn't unknown for females under dire stress. You qualify."Dante shared not signs of being rattled; the world could be collapsing around him and he'd still remain calm.
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"I have never missed a month in my entire life, Dante. Fine. Don't believe it. You can continue not believing it while I try regaining my thoughts in Alaska."
"And who is to say this time isn't different from before? Fear and anger propelled you to leave. The belief based off shock and a faulty drugstore test is feeding into what you most want to avoid." Dante didn't elaborate but given the dull expression on his face it had to deal with Aureline's family."When did you plan to tell me had I not walked by? Never?" he quizzically asked with a bit of venom in tone. "Weren't you planning not to repeat your past mistakes? Wasn't it you who desired to be close and yet have decided and assumed without speaking to me what is to be done?"
He strode closer. A step. Another. One more until he was so close she could feel the heat irradiating off his body. A smoldering gaze lowered to meet her eyes.
"Leave now and you'll be ending this. Stay and we'll take you to a professional to confirm for I will make no other decisions until that is done."
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"The only reason I walked out of there was to see you," she retorted, raising her lip in a half-snarl. She looked like a cornered animal that was too proud to submit to the tamer's demands. But in this case the tamer was every inch as dangerous as she.
"I'm not repeating any mistakes. I have not decided anything other than I am getting that damned thing removed--" as if she was talking about a tumour, not an infant-- "and seeing my mother again. We've jumped in this too fast."
Taking what was intended to be a calming breath (it was more like a shudder) Aureline laughed suddenly. Faint hysteria crept in the mirthless tone.
"I'll stay long enough for a professional to confirm this nightmare. I wonder what you'll decide then."
From the way she spoke it was clear she didn't expect much from Dante's imminent decision.
The instability in Aureline caused a hand to raise; his palm sought to plant against her cheek, cradling in order to direct her eyes to his. Humming, an enchantingly soothing melody, slowly echoed from his throat while Dante stepped forward."Stay," he asked. "Stay and come with me to check. You needn't flee to your mother."
Stay with me.
((o.o I thought that he was gonna slap her.))
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"And if it is?" Aureline whispered, panic rising in her throat and flying across her eyes. "If I'm right? What then?"
The unspeakable horrors flooded Aureline's mind and though she wanted to vomit with revulsion she stayed perfectly still.
Dante would not be deterred from his objective and that was to hold Aureline still. The more she persisted, the more he did as well. This time both arms sought her out for a steadying embrace."You panic too quickly. We'll cross that bridge when and if it comes once confirmed. We do more harm to ourselves with leaping too far ahead. Until then, I want you to calm down before you pass out from an attack. Can you?"
He held his hands out in an invitation.
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This frightened soliloquy, starting off as a burst-out cry, faded into a trembling muttering as Aureline stepped forward, barreling herself in Dante's chest and doing her utmost best not to sob in terror.
Dante collected his shattered Glacies firmly within his arms. Unbeknown to her, possibly given her trembling, he guided them hastily by Underworld means of travel to their spot in the forest. There he could more privately comfort her through this moment.He made no moves to cease the cries; he only held on tighter to let her have a place to fall firmly upon. She stayed. Relief set in despite his own hardship in seeing Aureline so broken. All else faded save for the purpose of warming her chill. And that's how their evening was spent.
((*stands there with mouth open* OH MY GODS!!!))
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And Myra Dejeunesse celebrated this fact, from the glowing blue of her eyes to the smug little smirk on her lips. Having told Lucas that she had 'some paperwork to do' was no doubt the perfect follow-up to the sticky-note prank (according to a reliable source, a girl from the Athena cabin had added a 'p' to the 'moo'-- genius!) and Lucas still didn't know.
His cluelessness, far from evoking pity in Myra, instead was the cause for the darkly amused glint in her eye. Feeling very much complete, Myra walked around the camp with hands deep in the slitted pockets of her dress, sandalled feet bouncing with a spring as she walked.
Spying the rather adorable Anfisa from the Hecate cabin, Myra ambled on forwards to her, stooping to pick a large cluster of dandelions. They'd only talked once or twice but Myra's maternal instinct tended to take over for the darling little girl and she grinned at Anfisa, brandishing the dandelions.
"Hi there, Anfisa."
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"Hallo, Myra," she chirped happily. "Are you going to blow on those?"
A gloved finger pointed at the clump of grey-white fluff in Myra's hands. Her head cocked to the left slightly, her blonde hair tumbling to the side and a few strands fell in front of her face which she brushed away with an irritable flick of her fingers.
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"Just one. Here, I'll give you these and we can blow on them together, okay?"
Warmth resonating from her lovely smile, Myra handed out the cluster of dandelions, dutifully keeping one for herself.
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"Okay. You can count."
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"One."
It was terrible, really-- innocence itself manifested in one sweet angelic child, one with powers that were anything but. Myra had tried convincing her to go to Chiron two years ago but at the look of utter vehemence from Anfisa, desisted. She wondered if her siblings had finally persuaded her to go.
"Two."
Until then Myra was perfectly content to act as older sister for Anfisa-- something in her maternal instinct reignited as she spent time with the charming girl. And here she was. Blowing dandelions.
"Threeeee!"
With a laugh and a huge puff of air, a cloud of grey seeds was blown from the stem, floating around in the air, some tangling into Myra's glossy chestnut hair, others sticking to her clothes, the rest cascading in ethereal waves to the grass.
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Anfisa looked over at Myra, and the sight of all the seeds tangled in the older girl's hair simply caused more giggles to overcome her.
"You have fluff on you."
She reached up, rising onto the balls of her feet, to pick off the various seeds that had stuck. She subdued her laughter, though her mouth was formed into a large smile.
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"Raaaaaaaawr-- I'm a fierce lion who does not like seeds in my hair!"
With a ferocious growl Myra flipped her hair suddenly back, clawing a hand at Anfisa (unfortunately a giggle escaped and slightly ruined the charade) and roaring again.
"You better run, little girl, this lion is hungry," she said with a wink.
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"Nooooo," she whined playfully. "I don't want you to be a lion."
The seeds from her dandelion slowly began to drift to the ground, most of which attached themselves onto Myra.
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With another roar Myra launched herself forwards and pounced on Anfisa, covering the girl's stomach with quickly tickling fingers, giggling herself, covered in dandelion seeds from head to toe.
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"Stoppit!" she laughed.
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Having said this, with a grin, she continued tickling the poor defenseless girl.
She was suddenly aware of her tension easing away the closer to him she was, and was eternally grateful for his calming touch. One of the many perks of having a balanced boyfriend.
A muffled comment, "It's Cassidy." That was all anyone needed. The bond between the two was unquestionably strong. Holly had never doubted their relationship, until now.