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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 6, 2007 22:31:04 GMT -5
[[Let's just say they've already had their spat]]
I hate everything about you Why do I love you You hate everything about me Why do you love me [/center] Aston was in her room, throwing things into her suitcase haphazardly, in an absolute rage. Destrane was the most egotistical, arrogant bastard she had ever met in her entire life, she needed to get away from him. She ripped a picture of the two of them off the wall, slinging it across the room where it met it's demise against the hard wall, leaving a dent in its wake. She couldn't let him know how she felt for him, she wouldn't. She would never ever give him that satisfaction of knowing what he held over her. She turned back to her suitcase, throwing in several of her personal items, a book, several pictures, a book of music, things for her violin. She heard a knock on the door, and turned to look. "GO THE HELL AWAY!" She screamed, throwing another picture at the door.[/size]
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 7, 2007 7:23:49 GMT -5
Destrane listened to the crashing before pshing the door open.. His expression was that of dark amusement, hiding the hurt he felt inside. The young teenager shut the door behind him, back to the wall as he watched her.
"What are you doing?" his voice was calm and controlled as he judged her actions with a critical eye. His arms crossed over his chest, a sigh escaping him.
"You're getting no where, acting like that."
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 7, 2007 23:08:09 GMT -5
Aston turned to glare at him with a glare that should make Des feel lucky that she didn't shoot daggers from her eyes. She turned back to throwing things into her bags. "It sure is getting me farther than fighting with you." She snapped, not looking at him. Suddenly, her rage heightened and she turned back to look at him. She moved closer to him as he stood against the wall, pinning him there with her petite form.
"What the hell is your problem? You know I didn't want to see you and yet you come in here, intent on vexing me." She snarled, resisting the urge to strike and kiss him. Oh, she wanted him so badly.....
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 10:57:44 GMT -5
His eyes glinted wickedly as he looked down into her face. Though she had him effectively pinned, their height difference gave him a slight edge. A dark smirk touched his lips as his hands landed on her shoulders, holding her firmly in place.
"Yes, I know all that, but my question is is why do you not want to see me? What have I done to you?" his expression was tauntingly curious.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 19:01:18 GMT -5
"It's not what you have done to me..." She replied, yanking away from him. She turned away from him, going to her bags and continuing to pack. "It's what you haven't done to me..." She replied softly, barely audible. She sounded foolish, but she didn't care, it was the truth. She sighed, hands in her bags, putting a skirt from her school uniform into it.
She turned back to look at him finally, walking closer. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him closer. Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his, passionate and wanting.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 19:08:05 GMT -5
Destrane was silent and still as she spoke and began packing again. It was when her lips were on his that he jerked free, eyes dark and cold. What the hell was she doing. He wouldn't hit her, or curse, but his expression was deadly.
"What are you doing?!" His voice was a dark hiss, almost reverting to parstletongue as he snarled at her.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:11:18 GMT -5
"Des...I can't explain it..." She replied, teary eyed, still holding onto him. ""You really don't know what I want, but there is something you must know about, Des." She said after a long moment, "You're not really my brother ...I were adopted and there is more. I have been in love with you for years. I thought there was something wrong with me...but now I know why..." She let go of him and walked away, sitting on the bed.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:13:21 GMT -5
Destrane stared at her in disbelief. She wasn't his sister? Their...no his father had lied for years. True, the boy knew that the Dark Lord could lie without being guilty about it, but this was just so important. He approached the bed and sat beside her.
"Aston..." his voice was soft, his hands over his face as he sighed.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:18:04 GMT -5
Aston took a deep breath, not looking at him, too ashamed. "I shouldn't have told you." She said, covering her face as well. She finally lifted her head. "But what I said is true...I love you Des...I've loved you a long time. The thought of losing you to another woman is unbearable." She finally looked over at him, her eyes soft. "I'm sorry." She stood up, and resumed her packing. "I'm...moving out. I already reserved a room in the Leaky Cauldron."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:20:13 GMT -5
He stood and came up behind her. His arms suddenly wrapped around her waist as he held her tightly. "Shh, you aren't going anyway, Aston," his voice was gentle as he lay his cheek against hers.
"I need to talk to father about this but I don't want you going anywhere..." he paused and touched her arm with his left hand, the Dark Mark brushing against her as well. "Please...promise me."
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:23:47 GMT -5
Aston suddenly went into complete panic mode. "No...you can't tell Father I know..." She replied, grasping his hand. "Please..I would be killed if he knew that I found out. The only reason I found out was because I met my birth father...." She replied, her voice fast. "Please, Des, you can't tell him." She begged,
When he brushed against her arm, a tingle shot down her spine, eyes closing for a moment.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:30:27 GMT -5
He frowned and spun her around. His eyes were narrowed as he looked into her face thoughtfully. "Who is your birth father? And mother?" his voice was void of all emotion as he waited for the vital answers. "And why would you have been adopted if either of them is alive?"
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:34:10 GMT -5
"I didn't catch his name, he just approached me and asked if my name was Aston. I told him that I was and he said that he was my father. Sure enough when I came home, I checked and I found records that showed Tom and Irena only had one child, a boy...you." She replied, touching his arm.
"I don't know why I was adopted, they probably didn't want me." She replied, sighing heavily.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:36:23 GMT -5
Destrane sighed and wrapped his arms firmly around her. He pulled her against his chest and breathed in her scent, chuckling weakly. "That explains some of the differences between us." He caressed her cheek and smiled at her hesitantly.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 8, 2007 20:48:25 GMT -5
Aston allowed him to hold her, snuggling against his chest, eyes closed. "Yes...I guess it does." She replied softly, sighing, kissing his chest through the fabric of his shirt. Finally, she pulled away to look in his eyes. "I'm not asking you to say you love me, I'm just asking you to give me a chance..."
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