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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:18:45 GMT -8
"I agree,..." breaking off.
"Anyway, it doesn't really matter does it?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:19:17 GMT -8
"Which part?"
Because some parts mattered far more than others. To him. To her. To them.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:21:08 GMT -8
"Me helping...it's just something to do" She said and shrugged.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:23:19 GMT -8
"It does matter. You have always been very vocal about your disdain for the Dragons, and my involvement in them."
Heavy involvement.
"And yet here you are. Helping the Dragons, fulfilling the role I wanted you to. I'm curious what caused you to actually do it. You've always stubbornly drug your heels about it in the past."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:24:41 GMT -8
"It's nothing major...I guess my priorities have just changed"
Or that she had lost them somewhere along the way....
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:26:48 GMT -8
He leaned in and shifted to get better access to her lips. Planting his lips against hers again. Gently pressing his tongue against her lips bidding her to grant him entrance. His hand continuing to stroke her side. After a few moments he pulled away once more.
"I also brought food. Obviously."
He jerked his head to the basket.
"Nothing fancy. Sandwiches and salad. The vegetables are of course Dragon Territory grown."
Damn straight!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:32:02 GMT -8
Bastille opened her lips for him, pressing up against him and closing her eyes. It felt nice. Comforting at least, since somewhere inside she knew he knew who she was even if she didn't. Kinda fucked up, but who wasn't these days? When he parted she glanced at the food and smirked.
"My favorite, however did you guess...?" she said scooting over to the food. "'how will you dine my fair count?' she said, 'That, my fair Catarina,...depends on you'" she mocked the line of a book she'd scanned over once. She snickered for a moment before turning over her shoulder to look at Mathew.
"have you ever thought about having more children?" She said bluntly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:35:36 GMT -8
"Well it was quite a challenge to decide what to feed my Princess. But I trust this shall do." He teased back. The book reference going over his head. He wasn't really a book guy anyways.
He reached over her to grab a sandwich, ignoring her question as he deliberately chewed his food. Mulling over his question and what he wanted to say. It was a trap, but she didn't know it was a trap. But he also didn't want to lie about it.
"I have thought about it before. Yes."
And made a decision about it. Without consulting her. Like in every healthy adult relationship.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:38:05 GMT -8
"and?" Bastille asked raising a brow. "Boy or girl...I always wanted a boy...perhaps next time though that depends on you I guess..."
She smiled slightly. "Though I do love the girls, of course..." But the 'but I really want a boy' was obviously the message between the lines.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:42:04 GMT -8
"A boy would be nice."
He admitted. And took another bite of his sandwich, chewing. Chewing. Mulling over. Could he tell her? Well he could, but she would flip her shit. And it would make them not balanced again. Well, not really. He did apologize already and made it up to her. She just didn't know that yet.
"Is this you saying that you want to try for another baby?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:44:04 GMT -8
Bastille blushed and looked away for a moment. "Perhaps" She didn't really even know what she was saying. She poked her sandwich thoughtfully, not sure what to add to this statement to make it any more 'her'.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:51:33 GMT -8
"I'm pretty sure I'm sterile though."
He took another bite of his sandwich. Watching her closely from the corner of his eye. Again taking his time with his food and gauging her reaction. He thought about passing the buck to David. Because it was always fun to make him the bad guy and to make sure his life doesn't run smoothly. But if she actually wanted another kid then she was going to find out anyways. So it was probably prudent to just get it out of the way.
"But we can try if you want."
Sex was always fun, even if he couldn't have kids. And to be honest. He didn't really believe in demons anyways. It was possible that the sacrifice was bullshit. Or could be bypassed, but it was possible that it couldn't. And he was fine with that. He made his choice, and he could live with the consequences of that choice.
He just would have rather Bastille remained ignorant of it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:52:41 GMT -8
Bastille just raised a brow.
"My sex to rough for you tough guy?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 22:54:12 GMT -8
"Is that what you got out of that?"
He said with no mirth. Just a point blank stare at her. He was holding off on taking another bite in case he needed another moment to think. Strategic eating. He is the master.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 23:01:53 GMT -8
"No, but you got extremely serious- and while I dont know why, I think the conversation is a mute point...dates are supposed to be fun, aren't they?"
Dont think she didn't notice. She took a bit and smirked.
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