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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 11:06:33 GMT -8
"I heard Vera say, when she was very little, our mother used to whisper things into her ear. My mother was a harsh and snipe woman at time and at others- calm and kind. You never knew what day she was what. The Princess was a doll, a result of my mothers madness. A being trapped in another being. I've seen it only once, the day my elder brother died"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 11:09:32 GMT -8
"I dunno man. I think she is a little scary in general. But no one part more than the other. But, that just makes it more exciting. Never know if she is going to laugh or try and stab me."
He wasn't the best judge of a healthy relationship...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 11:41:41 GMT -8
Buck just smiled. "She'll fade out of it, I'm sure. She enjoys herself too much."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 11:49:00 GMT -8
"Oh I have no doubt. For all her bluster I think she is very excited to have that ring on her finger. Even if it's not made of diamonds."
Yet.
"Besides, she hasn't stabbed me yet."
Hit him a lot, but always with the blunted part of the sword. If that wasn't love he didn't know what was.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:21:41 GMT -8
"oh my" he chuckled. "I hope to find a 'normal' wife someday"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:23:03 GMT -8
"Sounds boring."
He teased.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:27:38 GMT -8
"boring happens to be right up my alley" he smiled whistfully. "Im trying to envision Bastille as a mother....so far the image is far from ....clear. How many children do you want!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:32:57 GMT -8
"One, maybe two. A son would be nice though. Carry on the family name and all that."
He nodded. A son would be awesome, he could teach him to be strong.
"And I don't know how Bastille would be as a mom. Kinda scary to think of her in pregnancy mood swing mode."
The stuff of nightmares.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:36:43 GMT -8
"Vera was a nightmare. She craved french onion soup and chocolate chip cookies, and was an absolute terror." He shivered. "One thing is for sure, you're on your own at that point. One sisters vice grip was enough for one life time."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:40:52 GMT -8
"Ugh."
He groaned. Even the thought of it was unappealing.
"I can see it now. Post apocalyptic wasteland and Bastille screaming and thrashing demanding pickles and ice cream or some shit."
Good thing he wasn't planning on having kids for a while yet.
"Not looking forward to that day if it ever comes."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:43:36 GMT -8
"Every woman is different....only time will tell" and he just smiled brightly- and evilly. He wasnt the one marrying Bastille.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:46:17 GMT -8
"Only in the way that they are evil and will try to suck the life out of you."
Every woman in his life had something. Bastille was just the one he was willing to deal with until he died. But that woman would surely be the death of him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:49:32 GMT -8
And another crash. Buck looked back. "What in the devil is going on in there?" And as if on que... "WHERE THE HELL IS HE!!??" ....ironically the scream came from the Doctor. "He should NOT be walking..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 12:54:03 GMT -8
"Worth it."
Mathew said with a smug grin. The doctor wasn't the only one who could surprise people. Coming and going as she pleased his ass. He liked to imagine Bastille also looking at the doctor smugly.
"You wanna go back and deal with them? Or shall we go for broke and see how long it takes them to find us?"
Mathew was gutsy, he wanted to see how long it took them to find them. But he left it up to Buck.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 25, 2012 13:30:13 GMT -8
"The longer we stay away, the better" He said, cringing at the sound of the doctor shouting. Although, they were counting on the fact that Bastille and the Doctor would even come looking for them. Bastille had no intention of going to find anyone right now. She was busy eating the food she made and drinking the tea she brewed while the Doctor fretted over what to do about Buck.
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