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redifer · 10-26-2011, 04:34 PM

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

What in the world? What was wrong with that woman? Just because they had somewhat of a rough breakup, didn't mean Medea had to treat Mason like a complete stranger. Sure, he knew she lacked in the human appreciation department, but this was just harsh. Mason furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her incredulously. "I would sure hope you remember dating me. And I would at least expect you to remember how you broke my heart... And don't call me Sir, Medea." He pointed at her moodily. "Whatever you're playing at, stop. Okay? It's annoying and I deserve better than your stupid games."

Yeah. Stupid. He said it to the Junior Assistant Secretary Under-whatever-the-hell she was.

And the incredulous stare continued. And then it turned to slight anger, and confusion and bewilderment. He felt her trying to pry her fingers, off, but he swatted her hand away and wouldn't let go. "You can't marry that guy. He's got as much brains a drunken flobberworm!"

When Medea yelled at him, Mason finally let go and took a step back. He looked at her really hard then and sort of analyzed her. Her appearance, her voice, her facial expression, her body language... It was all different. It was all... Not Medea Ward. "There's something wrong with you." He said quietly, almost a whisper. "You're not the same person." He said even quieter. It was like she had completely changed. Forgotten everything they once had and wanted nothing to do with him. Almost as if she was under the imperius curse or something... Mason shook his head. That was just a ridiculous thought, though.

Right..?

What.in.Merlin’s.pants.

Her brow was furred so deep her eyes were barely slits. With her mouth agape in shock she had no words. “I… i… I?” The world was spinning, she had no clue what this man was talking about – but he certainly was adamant that what he was saying was correct. And really why would he make it up?!

To under mind me, that’s why!

And then he took the liberty to insult her soon-to-be husband.

“You watch your tongue! He is not!” She would not let this peon insult her fiance. “You are on the verge of reprimand.” Medea continued to wriggle in his grip, “And I WILL marry whomever I please!” Her love life was none of his concern.

When he finally let go she stumbled backward a bit, and nearly fell - grabbing the wall for support.

“Different!?” Again puzzled she stared at the oddly familiar man, “Different than what?” It hadn’t occurred to her that she was now running late. Absentmindedly she rubbed the arm he had previously been gripping.

She stared at the floor trying to make sense of everything, and then blurted the first thing that came to mind. "And if my arm bruises you'll be hearing from Nye!" The woman felt so insecure and unsure, not to mention confused.

10-26-2011, 04:34 PM	#58 (permalink)
redifer Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Ruling Dramamine Posts: 1,724	Eating chili with Sirius Red NinjaRaspberry White Chocolate Mocha Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo* What in the world? What was wrong with that woman? Just because they had somewhat of a rough breakup, didn't mean Medea had to treat Mason like a complete stranger. Sure, he knew she lacked in the human appreciation department, but this was just harsh. Mason furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her incredulously. *"I would sure hope you remember dating me. And I would at least expect you to remember how you broke my heart... And don't call me Sir, Medea."* He pointed at her moodily. "Whatever you're playing at, stop. Okay? It's annoying and I deserve better than your stupid games." Yeah. Stupid. He said it to the Junior Assistant Secretary Under-whatever-the-hell she was. And the incredulous stare continued. And then it turned to slight anger, and confusion and bewilderment. He felt her trying to pry her fingers, off, but he swatted her hand away and wouldn't let go. "You can't marry that guy. He's got as much brains a drunken flobberworm!" When Medea yelled at him, Mason finally let go and took a step back. He looked at her really hard then and sort of analyzed her. Her appearance, her voice, her facial expression, her body language... It was all different. It was all... Not Medea Ward. "There's something wrong with you." He said quietly, almost a whisper. "You're not the same person." He said even quieter. It was like she had completely changed. Forgotten everything they once had and wanted nothing to do with him. Almost as if she was under the imperius curse or something... Mason shook his head. That was just a ridiculous thought, though. Right..? What.in.Merlin’s.pants. Her brow was furred so deep her eyes were barely slits. With her mouth agape in shock she had no words. “I… i… I?” The world was spinning, she had no clue what this man was talking about – but he certainly was adamant that what he was saying was correct. And really why would he make it up?! To under mind me, that’s why! And then he took the liberty to insult her soon-to-be husband. “You watch your tongue! He is not!” She would not let this peon insult her fiance. “You are on the verge of reprimand.” Medea continued to wriggle in his grip, “And I WILL marry whomever I please!” Her love life was none of his concern. When he finally let go she stumbled backward a bit, and nearly fell - grabbing the wall for support. “Different!?” Again puzzled she stared at the oddly familiar man, “Different than what?” It hadn’t occurred to her that she was now running late. Absentmindedly she rubbed the arm he had previously been gripping. She stared at the floor trying to make sense of everything, and then blurted the first thing that came to mind. "And if my arm bruises you'll be hearing from Nye!" The woman felt so insecure and unsure, not to mention confused. __________________