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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 15:46:18 GMT -8
He brought his right hand up again to gently cup her cheek and brush it with his thumb. His hands were calloused and spotlessly clean. Stark contrast to the dirt that covered his clothes and armor underneath.
"Then eat. Sleep. Be merry. Way I hear it you tried to take David's title from him."
Hence the nose.
"You don't have to do it alone, and if you can't then it shows you got longer to go on your journey. But I'll shake the tree and see what I can get to fall down to help out. Daddy's home."
He grinned.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 16:04:15 GMT -8
"I don't have time to eat, sleep, be merry."
She said, a mocking note underlying her tone. She hated how easily he diffused her anger. It was a pattern ever since they first met to their almost relationship to now. It was an underlying truth to the relationship between them. They could piss each other off like no tomorrow, but when it came down to it, they spoke seriously and truthfully. They didn't mince words, they didn't sugar coat anything. That's what she appreciated about him.
"I...thank you, Mathew."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 16:21:34 GMT -8
"Make time."
He said simply. The hand still on her hip sliding to the small of her back. He inched a little closer. Warm breath exhaling before he spoke again, almost in a breathless whisper.
"You know you can rely on me."
He continued to inch closer. Raising his free hand to press two fingers against her lips as his lips pressed against his fingers. Lasting only a moment before he pulled back and slide both hands back to her hips.
"Believe in me, who believes in you."
He winked.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 16:42:58 GMT -8
She narrowed her eyes at the 'make time' comment, as if she could just conjure time our of thin air! She shook her head, but was stunned as he moved closer, she could feel his breath on her skin. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here?
And then he moved in and...kissed his fingers that where touching her lips. She reacted almost subconsciously, pushing him back and punching him in the arm.
"Just what kinda trick are you trying to pull here?"
She asked, scandelized.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 16:46:15 GMT -8
He laughed.
"I'm not trying to pull a trick. I'm trying to piss you off."
He lunged forward to poke her with an outstretched finger.
"You want recognition for what you have been doing. Great, I see it. Good job. You are pissed off cause Leon gave some random dude a title? Big fucking deal. Take it. You are not strong enough to hold it, then get stronger. And if you are too tired then feel the anger and hatred to push you further."
He stepped forward.
"Hate me. I'm not there. I helped Barker in the correctional facility. I escaped without all of the crippling damage that you have. Think about how unfair it is. How much you want to wipe that smug smile off my face. And use that to propel yourself forward."
He shrugged.
"Or don't."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 17:10:14 GMT -8
Olesya froze, staring at him like he had five heads. He calmed her down just to piss her off again? Where was he going with this? Why was he trying to piss her off? What would it prove?
And besides, the tingling in her hands was all together throbbing now. The adrenaline was wearing off, they were starting to hurt.
"That was years ago. People came out with all sorts of scarring. "
She countered, frowning, her snowy white eyebrows furrowing in confusion and irritation.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 17:13:10 GMT -8
"Oh, have you put it all behind you now?"
He started to move around her, placing a hand on her shoulder. If she didn't move with him he would lean in from behind to whisper in her ear. His grin hidden from view.
"Does that mean everything is all forgiven between us? Water under the bridge? Is there no spark left in your stomach?"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 17:25:25 GMT -8
She still looked at him, confusion written on her face. She could obviously tell that he was trying to goad her, but to what purpose? To make her stronger? Right now? She wasn't even close to being in her best form. Sleep deprived, underfed, and injured...and he wanted to start something now?
He walked around behind her, touching her shoulder and whispering into her ear. She felt his warm breath on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine again.
Is there no spark left in your stomach?
Olesya checked...and there it was. Right in the pit of her gut. It was still there, flickering and almost lifeless, but still there. She shivered, trying to brush off the strange feeling.
"Yeah it is. Forgiven."
She replied determinedly. He and her both knew how stubborn she was.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 17:33:01 GMT -8
He pulled away completely and started to walk away. A hand moving up to run through his hair before he turned back to face her. The bemused look still twinkling in his eyes.
"Then I suppose I'm wasting my time."
He shrugged.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 17:49:00 GMT -8
"You're a married man."
She tiled her head slightly, now thoroughly confused. What did he want from her? To fight him? To fuck him? Some combination of both? She crossed her arms again, but the movement stung her hands so she let them fall back to her sides again.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 17:50:37 GMT -8
"And?"
He quirked an eyebrow.
"I'm not trying to fuck you Les. I'm trying to move you into the position that you need to be. Because if you are not there and ready then people will die. That I promise you."
No pressure.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 18:04:24 GMT -8
"And where do I need to be? I'm already running the damn place."
She shook her head, unsure where he was going with this. How could she be more ready that she already was? What more did he want from her?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 18:17:07 GMT -8
"You need to be able to handle it without breaking down. You need to shore up your mental fortitude. I'll help you. You want someone to hate to keep you focused. I will make you loathe me. You need hope? Well the good news is that I have seen the future, and it is not a bleak one."
He takes a step closer to her again.
"I'm going to win, and I'm going to make sure that as many of you are there with me when I cross the finish line."
Preferably alive.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 13, 2013 19:16:14 GMT -8
"I don't want to loathe you. I already hate someone. I hate Barker."
She frowned, unwilling to hate him. At least, to the same degree that she hated Barker. Barker had ruined her, killed her family, destroyed the world. She could never, and would never hate him to they degree.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2013 19:30:44 GMT -8
"Then channel that shit. If you are ready to give up now then how could you think that you could take David's title."
He shook his head.
"You know where I want you? I want you to have a title. And I want you to earn it. And to deserve it. Because I know that you have what it takes."
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