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“I understand you are upset, but my clothes have always been tailored black. I can not change loyalties on a woman’s whim – a lady’s whim,”
ahem ahem...like father like son...i guess...but glad he corrected and he knows his limits...
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“Mother!”
The word was sudden, his intonation sharp as it was not very often, and Narcissa fell silent.
woah...this was quite something...i loved the way you wrote this...his one word with a certain intonation and that made her fall silent...no doubt like father like son...
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There was a dignity about her; and, even when she trailed off in thought, as she did now, she was beautiful to look at. But then, she was a Black and to the Blacks, beauty came most naturally – it was no big deal.
this is how i have always percieved the Blacks as...and you write it very well...never leaving the aristocratic and royal blood dignity and poise and the way they carry themselves...wonderful...somehow look upto them*cough* even if they were on the darker side in their past...
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The kiss felt like fire, or the scorching sun, but it was delicious, almost intoxicating. The world titled once more, and Draco grabbed the saleswitch by the shoulders, and kissed her back. She did not let go of him either, and the heat and the scent became dizzying to the point where they were unbearable, but he could not let go - he must kiss her, it felt good, too good; and not just that -- he felt like his life depended on this moment, like he would collapse if he let go.
what was the 'woman' doing....
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“You were too easy.”
ooo...that would have heard Draco's ego had he heard it...
in short Maxie...love it...waiting for your next post...
and your title... cool....
