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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:43:42 GMT -8
"Shall I fetch the brand?"
He asked, still waiting for her to get to the point.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 0:52:57 GMT -8
"Kinky, but no. - Mathew, why do you trust me?"
Kyrie had betrayed him. In her own eyes, so had she...she was not worthy to be with him. Maybe she never had been- perhaps half of her striving for a title was not for herself but for him. In her own way, this was asking him to validate her struggle to be his equal. To be worth, being his wife and the thing he would fight for till the very end.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:01:59 GMT -8
He thought about it for a moment, his brows furrowing at her question. It was... not what he was expecting. And he didn't really have a good answer for her. At least not one that he thought she would feel was a good answer. For as much as everyone seemed to think that he planned everything out in meticulous detail there was really only one rule that he lived by and based his actions on.
"Because my gut told me I could trust you the day we met. And so far I've been able to."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:05:54 GMT -8
Bastille just looked at him- no...it wasn't conclusive or definite- and yes she hated it. Her eyes just narrowed and she watching him intently.
"You and your simplicity sometimes" She was too tired to really fight it. But asking more, or commenting more on it would just show her insecurity about it. So she crushed it back below and stood there.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:12:48 GMT -8
"At least it's honest."
He shrugged.
"Is there a reason you feel I shouldn't trust you? Since you are bringing up this whole trust issue."
He asked, with a small frown. Though he supposed it could just be the Kiyr thing. She seemed to be a bit more emotional since the children had been born. He was guessing her hormones had not returned to normal yet.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:13:22 GMT -8
"Yes." She said simply.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:13:49 GMT -8
"Which would be...?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:16:15 GMT -8
"The very reason that has me wanting to gut a man in a the most horrific ways" She said quietly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:17:47 GMT -8
"Uh huh..."
He said taking a step back and leaning against the wall. Nodding slowly as he watched Bastille.
"So this is about Blaze?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:19:38 GMT -8
Bastille didn't reply, just sat there as if awaiting punishment herself.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:26:14 GMT -8
He shrugged.
"It doesn't really bother me."
And it didn't. Not anymore at least, it had when he first found out. But he had been gone, he could understand it. Even if he was a bit upset that she had given up on him so quickly and pegged him for dead. But he realized long ago that most people did not share his faith in others. At least the people he had faith in.
"Do you need to talk about it? Notice I said need, not want."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:27:25 GMT -8
"I didn't think you were dead at that time, I knew you were alive...somewhere" Bastille said quietly. That should get him...show him she deserved what she was in line for.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:29:42 GMT -8
He clicked his tongue.
"So then, why?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:32:08 GMT -8
Bastille smirked. "Because I wanted to forget? I'm not right sure..." but that didn't sound right coming out of her mouth. What sounded right came out a second later, in a whisper and from frowned lips. "Because...I wanted to protect you."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:33:28 GMT -8
"And being with David protects me how?"
He wasn't getting the jump of logic there.
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