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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 4:00:24 GMT
Fishing out his wand, Brent lit the end of his cigarette before pushing the window open and leaning against the wall beside it, head facing the garden as he took a drag. Exhaling softly, he listened to her question. Smirking softly to himself, he glanced across at her before looking out the window again and flicking some ash.
"When you have enough anger in you-" he started, taking another drag as he thought it over. Exhaling smoothly he bit his tongue for a second - "when it's life or death-" Brent shrugged his shoulders. "I'm strong, I'm good with a wand, I was young-er, I'm good looking, a room full of women are more than happy to accept a young, good looking, male into their get together when they think he's hurt." He paused for a moment, glancing in her direction, corners of his mouth upturning a little. "They swoon, the all swoon and you make them trust you, plead that you're thankful for their kindness and then you attack and before you know it they're down, they don't even have time to realise that you can turn, just.like.that. Manipulation is key." Adjusting his jaw as he flicked more ash from the cigarette, he shrugged. "Pathetic how people melt when they see a pretty face. And well, they were women, they're hardly a difficult species to take out."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 4:05:02 GMT
She rolled her eyes at him & tilted her head, shaking it a little.
"Rowle played gay & took out three men last month." she told him. It wasn't her kill to brag about, but it was reference enough to the 'superiority' of men & how they 'resisted' physical appearance. She ran her fingers over a new bruise on her leg that she didn't remember getting. She had been getting a lot of those, lately. She could hardly recall one injury from the next, anymore.
"I would've like to see it." she said instead, clearly too exhausted to rock the boat with him any further that night. She hadn't mean it as flattery, it was honesty - she sometimes enjoyed watching him in his element. When she could forget about their life in private, it was intruiging to watch him as a soldier.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 4:28:39 GMT
Brent chuckled, his free hand moving to pick at a scratch at his arm. He smirked faintly at the memory of getting it - from Ophelia, no less - "Was he playing or? Because that friend of my sisters is probably enough to turn him gay, can't say she has any etiquette."
Chuckling, he threw the still burning cigarette out of the window before turning towards her. "I think you have enough nightmares to deal with." He said, sounding much softer than he had intended before he reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it onto a nearby chair, losing his jeans too, he stood in his boxers before walking back over to the bed. Pulling the covers back he climbed in, laying with his back to her. The deep scar on the back of his shoulder blade visible. Though, it wasn't new, it was healed, he'd just never bothered to have it healed properly so it'd disappear. Besides, Brent kind of liked his war wounds.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 4:32:48 GMT
Something, & she wasn't entirely sure what, possibly his uncharacteristically softer tone, made her go silent for a moment, waiting patiently as he slid under the sheets, even though she remained on top of them - she usually did. She turned onto her side slowly, her face to his back & bit her lip hard, shakily reaching out & brushing her index & middle finger down the length of the scar, her fingers stopping their trail before they could dip under the hem of the sheet pooled at his waist.
ooc. literally as romantic as she will ever get
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 4:43:25 GMT
His back seemed to tense up for a moment before he sighed softly under his breath, his arms tugging on his pillow to get it into a more comfortable position, one hand under it, the other laid beside his face. As her hand moved to his side he lifted his own hand, going to brush hers away before stopping at the last second, deciding he'd already had enough fights with her for one evening and he didn't feel like he had enough strength to listen to her whining again.
ooc. well she still beats him want me to start a new? I have an idea, sort of.
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