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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 18:30:04 GMT
| Franklin leaned back, head on and feet on each side of the sofa, staring at the ceiling and wondering when his string of good luck would end.
"I don't care." He said blandly, after a moment's decision. The blonde came here to escape his past. He didn't come here to find Nae. (As much as he liked her, as much as she fucked everything up.) A promise was written with the stars. That he'd no longer care. He didn't want to care.
"You didn't answer my question properly." Franklin said instead, wondering if he caught her off guard.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 18:44:05 GMT
It was entirely her fault that she hadn't seen that coming. She really should've. A bit put out, Noémi had a sigh of resignation as she put a few dishes into the dish washer.
Glad he couldn't see her face she decided to tell him the truth. "I've been lonely." Her face was a confusing contortion. She'd always been lonely. She had been lonely just as she had been alive, working out, controlling her environment. It was actually a constant, not some fleeting emotion. Lonely was as she breathed.
Maybe Frank could sympathize with her but she honestly doubted it. From her vague memories she knew he had his mother, and he had probably been more popular than she was in high school, and later. Noémi was too abrasive and noncommittal for anyone to enjoy her company. Anyone but Frank. Although, in the end, what had he been?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 18:48:43 GMT
| It sounded like the most sincere thing he'd ever heard from in the past week or so, therefore it made him feel a little uneasy.
"Mhm. It happens." He spoke a lot quieter now, words mixing into the quiet atmosphere. "You've always been like that to me. But I liked that about you."
He didn't like to dwell on the past, so most days he wouldn't think about it. Focus on the contours of the wall. Yeah.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 18:51:23 GMT
She didn't know what to do now, but Noémi did know that she didn't like the tone of his voice, or the soft words. "Don't get soft on me," she chided, wiping her hands before walking into the main room.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea." She could just see the back of his head. Life had been easy when she was young and better at playing games. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@frank |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 19:04:59 GMT
| "I'm tired," He explained, tone zoning out. "I try and minimize energy so I won't fall asleep." It was more of an excuse than anything. He was trying to backtrack, rub out his mistakes, pretend they never happened.
"No, please... I don't want to get stabbed..." It was funnier in his head, that was for sure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 19:22:19 GMT
Noémi would have to be more callous in the future, but the whole exchange had caught her off guard. Stupidly, selfishly, she moved onto the couch next to him, her chest against his shoulders. Absently, Nae played with his hair.
"Bad idea," she muttered under her breath, on another train of thought. She shouldn't have picked up this stray, no, not at all. She should quit while she was ahead and toss him right out. "No skin off my back, if you get stabbed." Her sincerity was sickening. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@frank |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 19:50:46 GMT
| The fingers that played with his hair felt nice, but he now knew better than to point it out. He closed his eyes instead.
Huffing, he felt as if all his scars were coming out for a parade, for her. "But getting stabbed is bad for my chest, I need to keep singing." His voice turned husky, as if she had sat on his chest and pushed all the air out.
"You're too mean, it leaks from your pores, you're far too mean..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 20:09:52 GMT
She smiled slightly, just a quirk of her lips. Very thankful that she didn't have to work today - she probably didn't have it in her. Noémi felt as if Franklin was draining her, sucking everything out of her for every minute he stayed awake.
"That's what they tell me." The same calm, eerie steadiness. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, still moving her fingers over his scalp, through his hair. Why in God's name did he have to end up in this town? She was doing fine in limbo. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@frank |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 20:17:33 GMT
| It was a spot between the warmth that suddenly bled into his chest and the coolness of her fingers, partway, somewhere, Franklin noticed his eyes began to fall and unformed words began to drop from his mind and he thought he saw stars but stars weren't so dull.
Breathing in and out slowly, Franklin fell asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 20:22:26 GMT
GOOD JOB! Boo and Birdie each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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