11-03-2010, 10:33 PM
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Demiguise
Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton
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Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year
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| lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet Quote:
Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz "Is interesting the nice way of saying wrong?" Plymouth deflated a little. Ah well. He pulled his hand back from her hair and lounged back properly into his chair.
SHRUG. "Space." He still missed her something fierce. His Daphne. She seemed happy though, so... yeah.
Plymouth followed her gaze to the poster, then .... "hehe." Not quite able to stay in his seat, Plymouth was up again and around her chair to get a better look at the poster. "I never noticed before. This is Cel's brother, though. First girlfriend, the one that is marrying my brother. Stepbrother."
See? Everyone getting married? "Hehe. You made him look better. I like it. He probably deserves it, too." In fact, a family portrait... Nah. Nah. Plymouth shook those ugly thoughts out. He didn't REALLY mean them.
"Hmmmmm," to her proposal. Hmmmmm. She was probably right. He probably could. "Getting doesn't seem to be the problem. It's the keeping part that is tricky."
"No its just, in my experience, not always true. It'd be nice if it was. And its nice to know its true for someone. So not wrong, just... I wish it were always right. So Interesting." Jane explained herself. Not wrong. She was just a big ol' skeptic.
"I think I've had enough space for a lifetime." Jane commented, her tone sympathetic. She also took up a fair amount of it, so probably her quota got filled up earlier too.
STARE.
"You... a Toussaint? too?" Sigh. "And marrying your brother?" How did something like that come about? Sigh.
"The thing is... ugh. He was actually... so... nice about everything. He never made me any promises and honestly he did a lot for my confidence." Not that you could tell right now... sigh. "He fell in love with some Holyhead Harpies player, and they eloped." And for Adriano Toussaint? That was still a miracle. No matter what way you looked at it. It was just... not the miracle Jane had secretly and stupidly daydreamed about.
She smiled softly. "Well. You're right about that part. Getting isn't keeping and the ones you get aren't... always the ones you want to keep either. Or the ones that... want to keep you." She let out another sigh and it was so gusty that it caused her hair to poof out in front of her face.
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