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Posted on June 8, 2010 at 06:25:56 PM by cary.
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cary * it's empty in the valley of your heart; Cary is a hot, slinky mess made up of hushed words and hot breaths and there is a darkness behind her eyes (which, outwardly, are pretty and glittery and everything else a girls eyes should be) that suggests there a whole other conciousness level about her to be explored; it's intriging. And she must have been intriged by him, or she wouldn't have been so brazen in approaching him - it's not in her nature. Nevertheless, her fingers are on his bared arm for a brief moment of time and she swears that his skin feels cold while hers feels hot like fire. (It's enough to bring a blush to her cheeks.) He recoils, then, and there's a look in her eye that makes you think she finally understands something. 'Like what?' she wants so much to ask, but it would be innappropriate and not at all like her usual cryptic self and so she smiles; one side of her mouth pouted and quirked. It's a sad expression - half-way to a grimace, really - and she tucks the offending hand into the crook of her elbow, to keep it out of the way. She watches his face and the way it changes under the sunlight and bites her lip. " By the coast, " she says simply, mirroring his actions and shrugging her shoulders. (She has something like amnesia and before Shaman all she can remember is smoke and crumbling rubble.) " But I wasn't settled. I think you can only be ruined by disaster if you have something to lose. I didn't, " she tilts her head to the floor, to examine the likeness of their feet, scrunched up on the concrete, " have you lost something? " She asks that because it seems almost tangible in the way he worries his lip, the breathless voice; something is missing. She's blinking in the sunlight and standing next to a boy who makes her want to grab his hand and show him the way flowers force their way up through cracks in the pavement and her breath is lose in her throat. " I'm Cary, by the way. " Her voice is low and husky and so much the opposite from his; she's dark and sensuous and he is mystery incarnate. She plucks at the sleeve of her jumper - it's soft and faded and it sucks in the heat like a greedy animal, she can feel the heat of the morning sun already on her skin.  |
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- Beggars and thieves is what we had to be. - By Simon June 11, 2010 at 02:18:20 AM
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