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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 10:34:26 GMT -8
"You arent a curse. Things happen in life, and nothing you do or did would change it. Just because good people have died doesnt make it your fault. You shouldnt beat yourself up for something that you had no control over...I do that all to often."
Emily shook her head, sitting up. "True. I shouldn't, and yet I do. Silly me."
"Its beautiful. Thank you for showing it to me." She would take his hand, pulling him out of the room and into a little closet beside the table.
"You have your art collection, here's mine." She opened the door. Revealing a whole library of shoujo manga. Everything was there. "Dunno if you're a fan of Manga, but I've made a few myself. It's how I earn a living..."
She would bend over, picking one certain book from the floor and hand it over to him as is. It was more or less her latest work, or at least the latest before she got kidnapped. "Here, you can have this. Made that series by myself, still unfinished... and I'm really late on my deadlines... but meh, my publisher will manage."
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Post by David B. on Aug 12, 2008 12:16:09 GMT -8
Davids hands grasped the book carefully, as though it were priceless. To him, it was, and he would treat it as such. He gave a her a small small smile before looking through the book as they made they're way into the living room. He was at a loss. They were all very good, and worthy of being called great.
"You know-" He looked up at Emily. "You really should finish this. Its really good." He closed the book and set it on the counter. "I'll tell you what, i take home these drawings, but you come over every couple of weeks to continue them until they're done, okay? I HAVE to see the ending." It was the only thing he could think of to get her to come over occasionally. He cracked his neck and looked out the window toward his car, making sure everything inside was okay.
"Listen...i'd better get going." He turned back toward her, a little awkward. He didn't want to be there when she opened her present. He didn't know whether he should hug her, or just leave. It was a little uncomfortable, but after a moment another small smile came to his lips. He walked over and gave her a big hug, the first he had ever really given her. His embrace encircled her small frame, and he held her for a moment before finally releasing his grip.
"Er...well, uh, yeah. I better go." He said, after pulling away. He walked to the door, turning to grab her drawings off the counter as he walked by. He turned around, gave her a wave, then closed the door behind him. He sighed as he stood outside her door, then headed toward his car as the day wore on. He hopped inside, placing the key and igniting the engine, the little Mercedes roaring to life before he backed out and headed home.
What. A. Day.
He shook his head to himself.
How could one training session turn into the event that was last night?
He thought deep thoughts to himself, making his way back home to take a shower and get ready for the already half over day.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 12, 2008 17:47:50 GMT -8
Emily blinked as the door closed after him. What a day indeed.
She looked down at her window, watching him drive off back to his mansion. Emily somehow felt a little uncomfortable, but more or less -- what happened last night was alright. ... It didn't mean anything, did it? It was all Kari's fault, right? Shrugging the thought away, Emily turned from the window and began opening the present, blinking when she saw silk. ... Of all things: Silk? To cover? Then again. She dropped the cloths on her hand and gazed at the door a bit. ... He... He gave her that painting. That one of Juan Luna that she liked so much. Emily's eyes more or less showed slight regret, maybe-- ... no. No. What happened already happened; there was no space in the world for regrets. But she sat there, staring at the painting up-close. Touching the dried up strokes of century-old paint. ... A treasured artifact, right at her apartment -- and it was given for free, with nothing in return but a book not even a fourth's of it's worth. Not even monetary worth. ... Cultural worth. She bowed her head lightly, Emerald eyes piercing the floor with her staring. ... What now?Okay, this thread is over. XD Hope we haven't messed up your minds a bit too much. ;P
For clarification: they didn't do it. :P
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