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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 20, 2009 21:03:09 GMT -5
Scribo probably would have been a little more cautious if he hadn't been so intoxicated, but he didn't feel any fear. He smiled, she can't have been older than 18, so she's probably jail bait. But still so pretty. He scratched his ear, "Then don't think about my blood being spilled. I don't."
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 21, 2009 9:20:01 GMT -5
Sophie sighed again, looking up at the sky with a curious expression that then turned to almost impatience. "Teach me then how not to think!" she called, quoting Shakespeare's Romeo from the first act of his greatest love story and tragedy. "Ever since I met you, smelled your scent. I can't help it. It's always at the back of my mind somehow...every millisecond. It's not...normal for me to think about something so much." she said softly, standing up on her sheet of icy glass before leaping of to land by him gently, looking up at his face. Oh, so much handsomer than any human's. What was he? Some figment of her imagination? Was she talking to herself? What was she thinking? She groaned, running her hands into her hair before falling onto her backside and proceeded to lay her back against the ground. What was it about this man that was driving her insane trying to figure it out? Had a vampire woman ever fallen in love with a human man? Never, from what she had heard. There was the odd case of the Cullen family in the same town. But...the woman had been turned! For heaven's sake...should there even be a place...why was this man...Scribo. Why was she feeling like this for a human. It was wrong. It was so entirely wrong. She would be someone's joy to set alight and let burn to death.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 22, 2009 14:58:20 GMT -5
Scribo grinned when she landed so soundlessly next to him. He wondered briefly what she was thinking about as she looked up at him. He looked deeply into her brown eyes and watched her falls backwards. As she sat on the ground, not talking to him or anything. He tapped the ground with his foot, as he always did when he didn't know what else to do. "Penny for your thoughts?" He smiled.
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 22, 2009 15:12:20 GMT -5
Sophia looked up at Scribo, listening to him speak. She could faintly detect the sound of his lips brushing together. “I’m trying to figure out why you’re so different…if you could answer me that maybe I can relax about this,” she murmured, reaching up, grabbing Scribo’s hand gently, and pulled him down to the floor of the forest beside her. “But…right now…I don’t want to talk about that. I want to know what exactly you’re thinking about right now. I’ll tell you what I’m thinking of if you do.”
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 24, 2009 15:45:44 GMT -5
Scribo gasped inaudibly when he felt how cold her hand was. It was like touching a corpse. He knew about that, but it still seemed to be able to shook him. He leaned back onto his hands and looked up at the sky. It was a different sky than he was used to in London, but still beautiful with it's innumerable stars. "I'm thinking about..." He paused. Usually he would have avoided the question and instead joked about some mundane thing. But talking with Sophia made him think differently than he usually did. It even made him sober up a little it seemed. Then, all of a sudden, it sort of all came tumbling out. "I was sort of thinking about how beautiful your skin looks-" He bit his tongue. Why had he said that? Not only was she too young for him (technically), but he'd almost never actually fallen in love with any girl he'd ever met.
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 24, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -5
"My skin?" Sophia looked at Scribo and tilted her head slightly. She had never thought of her skin as beautiful. She saw it as a tool of a killer, the thing she was. It attracted people when she was in the sunlight. It was why she was staying in Forks for a few days before heading up to Port Angeles. There wasn't a stream of sunlight to be found most days. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment, I haven't thought of it as beautiful before." But he had stopped after telling her about her skin. "I was thinking of how amazing your eyes are, I forgot that there were varieties besides red, black, and gold." Sophia replied, giving part of her many thoughts. She was also thinking of trying not to inhale while around him.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 24, 2009 17:09:05 GMT -5
For some reason, Scribo almost blushed. Scribo. Blushing. It was a sign of the apocalypse. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to look indifferent. "Are those the only colours that vampire's eyes can be?"
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 24, 2009 17:11:48 GMT -5
"Yes, actually. I've never seen any other color in a vampire," she nodded, still observing him closely. Her eyes darted around, looking at each part of his face, taking the blush in first. "Why are you blushing? Did I embarrass you? Is there something wrong with my face?" Sophia asked, giggling.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 24, 2009 17:15:14 GMT -5
Scribo was clenching his teeth together, trying not to say anything too stupid. "No, I'm just.....warm. It's warm out tonight, so my face is red. I'm not blushing," Scribo told the unconvincing lie. It was actually incredibly cold, so it was a very stupid thing to say. He hit himself in the head, "I'm drunk, I blush randomly when I'm drunk." another unconvincing lie.
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 24, 2009 17:20:42 GMT -5
"Okay...why are you really blushing? I know you're not that drunk, I could smell only a little on you," Sophia rose an eyebrow at him. He wasn't a very good liar at this point. Warm? In Forks? At night? He was a little drunk, wasn't he? "Please tell the truth?" she asked innocently.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 24, 2009 17:26:13 GMT -5
Scribo sighed, and chose his words carefully to try and not sound like an idiot. "Um, well....I- erm, you have pretty eyes too," Scribo could have hit himself for sounding stupid....again.
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 24, 2009 22:07:20 GMT -5
Sophia smiled and ducked her head before turning away from Scribo, not wanting to show that she was giddy at being told that she had pretty eyes. There was something so familiar about those words. "You should be getting home, you know. It's not safe to be out in the woods this late at night." she said softly.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Mar 26, 2009 18:07:30 GMT -5
"Getting home?" Scribo frowned, disappointment clear in his voice. He enjoyed being with her here, and wasn't planning on leaving this soon. Not safe? Pssh. Scribo was barely ever safe. Usually it was his fault though.
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Post by Sophia Bravado on Mar 31, 2009 19:11:26 GMT -5
"For my sanity, please?" Sophia asked, looking at him again. She wanted to be sure that he wouldn't get ripped apart by someone like her...a monster that killed people. "I promise I won't disappear. If you'd like...we could meet on the edge of the forest...tomorrow. If the weather's cloudy and dark...?" she volunteered softly.
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Post by Scribo Laucuna on Apr 1, 2009 19:48:24 GMT -5
Scribo's eyes brightened. Though, he could have slapped himself for it. What would people say if he were ever seen with her. Sure he knew that she was actually hundreds of years old. But to regular people, she would seem 17...18 at the most. But somehow none of that stopped him. "Sure, that works," Scribo smiled.
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