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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:07:45 GMT -8
"Hmmmm?"
He glanced at her leg, pressing his lips together. He didn't like the look of it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:15:53 GMT -8
"Dont go crazy for a cure. Barker first-...I have 20 years at least...we swayze that mother fucker....then we can cure my leg." Her eyes narrowed.
"It looks bad doesnt it?" She paused and smirked, pooring water on her eyes.
"We have time. I'm not saying dont ever...I'm saying, just not now."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:25:45 GMT -8
"Don't worry, I never go crazy. I will take care of it, all of it."
No promises, but he would do it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:37:33 GMT -8
"Mathew...please..." She stopped and looked at him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 1:56:46 GMT -8
He would look back at her, his emerald gaze hard. He was hurting, to have this dumped on him was a lot to bear. And he felt guilty for not asking sooner. He was so used to assuming she could handle himself that he never really thought that she could die and be taken from him. It was actually a scary thought. For as much as they fought, and as unhealthy as their relationship was, he couldn't imagine life without her now. Even when they were separated for years he was confident that she was alive, and that she was still his at heart. But to lose her forever, that was unacceptable.
"I promise I won't run off and get myself killed recklessly after it. But I am going to be looking, now and later. I don't want to wait until it gets worse then start looking. I am still going to find Leon, and I will still deal with Barker, but my eyes will always be open looking for a cure or a treatment. That's the best I can promise you."
Because if he did find a chance while out there, he would take it. Even if it was risky.
"Don't think I plan to let you get out of service by dying. You will be around longer than 20 years. THAT I promise."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 0:19:40 GMT -8
"Damn and I was so hopeful"
Bastille sighed and sunk back into the water, using her left foot to turn the heat knob as if taunting him further.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 0:28:04 GMT -8
"Then just call me the destroyer of dreams."
He said as he watched her with folded arms.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:39:28 GMT -8
She just blew bubbles in the water in response. Her crimson eyes focusing on the faucet darkly. She continued to turn the hot water hotter and hotter. She wasn't kidding about the scalding part- thats how she liked it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:44:52 GMT -8
He snorted a small laugh at her bubble response. For as tough as she liked to act she was like a kid sometimes. It was cute. He was actually kind of glad she hadn't grown at out it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:45:59 GMT -8
Bastille became satisfied once the room was filled with steam and she sank beneath the water like a crocodile- hidden by water and steam.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:47:20 GMT -8
"Glad to see you seem to be feeling better."
He relaxed a bit, but remained sitting there with her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:50:43 GMT -8
"I felt FINE three hours ago till psychopath jumped me..... god, it's odd how the only time I bloody feel sick is when I'm drugged for being sick. Irony is ill suited for me."
She moved her mouth just above the water to speak her response, but immediately it was below the water again as soon as she finished. Instead of muttering, angry bubbles followed her snide remark.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:54:15 GMT -8
"Now if I could just get her to teach me how to vanish so quickly and sneak up on you like that."
He grinned.
"Maybe I should get a fake mustache or something as a disguise."
He was kidding. Mostly. He might get one just for the eye rolls.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:55:55 GMT -8
Bastille poked her head up curiously from the water and pursed her lips.
"I actually find facial hair highly attractive"
She muttered mostly to herself before she pushed her face back in the water. When she lifted her face again, the black crack-like lines around her eyes were dark and vivid.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 1:58:35 GMT -8
"I will keep that in mind."
He couldn't picture himself with a beard or something like that. It would be weird, and itchy. He continued to watch her taking note of how the lines around her eyes seemed to be worse than they were earlier. He still didn't know where she got those lines.
"So what are the black lines? Where did you get those ones?"
She said earlier there was a lot he didn't know. Time to remedy some of that.
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