10-17-2011, 08:09 PM
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Puffskein
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo
Mason refrained from rolling his eyes. That wouldn't help in this situation. Though, it was kind of funny that she called him sir. He hadn't heard that one before, especially not from her. Did he realize who he was talking to? "Oh, for once in your life, can you please pretend like you're not embarrassed to talk to me at work? I don't care that we're not together anymore, I deserve better than this." His voice was still bitter. Even when they were dating, Medea refused to look at him for more than a second at work. She held a high position in the Ministry. It would be embarrassing for anyone to find out she was in love with a Maintenance worker.
Moving to the next portrait, he heard her mumbling something but he chose to ignore it. He didn't know exactly [i]why[i] he was so mad at her. He blamed it on the fact that she completely broke his heart and moved on so fast. But really, she had every right to do what she did. Mason couldn't make her happy so she found someone else that could. But he still wanted to be mad.
What she said next, took a moment to register into Mason's brain. Between work and getting married tomorrow, I've just got too much going on. He whipped his head towards Medea with wide eyes and completely ignored what she said about the Minister something-or-other. "Married?!"
When she started down the hall, Mason went after her and grabbed her arm to stop her. "You're marrying that bloke?!" He said a little loudly. Her mind was exceedingly holey from the curse she was under, her memory was suffering. ”Excuse me?! Sir, I promise you I would remember dating you.” The woman shook her head, ”And we most certainly did not.” Her glare bore into him, what was he playing at?! Not that he wasn’t an attractive man, but she was in love with Nye.
She’d have to look up this man’s file, his stories were not acceptable.
Medea had only made it a couple steps when the young man had grabbed her arm and questioned her. ”I, what are you? doing!” She was completely stunned, and at a loss for words. The dark haired woman looked from the hand on her up to its owner’s face. So many questions, why did he think they dated? How did he know about Nye? And what did it matter to him? ”That bloke” she repeated back to him, ”Nye? Yes I’m marrying him tomorrow.” Finally getting her mind back in order she took her free hand and tried to pry his grip off her. ”I’m sorry but why does it matter to you?” He was certainly stronger than he looked, she couldn’t get lose. ”And LET GO OF ME!” |
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