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Post by blue-eyed struck on Jun 20, 2006 19:59:49 GMT -5
the name Angus just cracked me up to no end, I dunno why. This story just keeps getting better.  |
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Post by raine on Jun 20, 2006 21:53:40 GMT -5
human again, only human again when the girl finally sets us all free :-P yay
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Post by poegrl on Jun 22, 2006 2:37:48 GMT -5
One of the girls at the counter just shrugged. He hadn’t even taken notice of the music. It was some kind fo melodic new age relaxation tape? She was right it was crap. He could hear a loud sigh come from her as she pulled back in from the window. Her foot steps could be heard as the made her way to the door at the top of the stairs. Normally he could care less about a scene like this, but something told him he needed to see her. He didn’t give it his full attention and continued to flip through the newspaper while keeping an eye on the stairs.
The door swung open wide and she made her way down the stairs with a kind of lazy grace about her. She reminded him a the big cats, she got more in focus as she came closer and time seem to slow down a bit, with each step a hair on the back of his neck would go up. His casual glances turned into a full on stare. Her hair was different. It had more of a curl to it now maybe it was even lighter in color, or maybe it was just the way the light it that made it look lighter?
“We’re all set to go..” Angus had sit down and he hadn’t even noticed. His eyes darted back and forth between the gaged bone structure of Angus and the soft curves of the girl walking behind him. Nothing against Angus but the curves where winning out.
“Can we hang out for a bit, you know before the firing squad and all that..” He’s eyes darted back behind Angus head again.
“Yeah you’re the boss man.”
It was a small gab back into reality and looked back to his newspaper in front of him putting his chin in to the palm of his hand letting it rest there and keeping his head down only letting his eyes fallow her through his heavy lashes. Would she recognize him hell did she eve know him? It was a dream?
He watcher he slide behind the counter and start to change out the CD player trading out one cd for another all the while voicing her very strong opinion about each previous music choice.
“Crap, not bad, trying way to hard, keep, keep... You have to be kidding me? Tiny is this yours?”
The youngest girl at the register lowered her head. She clicked her tongue and shook her head in disappointment.
“Thought we taught you better than that round here?”
She waved the CD like a fan and it caused a curl or two to take flight, creating this almost halo like effect in the light. After a few more choices the music was back up. Buddy Holly was professing his undying love for Peggy Sue. She was back round the counter, making up a cup of coffee for herself fingering through some paper work she found. Taking a moment to scan the shop before going up back to her papers in front of her. She took a sip off her coffee and looked up and again, her brows drawn together, a serious look in her eye.
“Come on girl I know you know, just find me.” Willing her to look his way. “Com’on please, I don’t want be crazy...”
She played with the small pendent she slid it back and forth on it’s chain and let if fall back into that little hallow in her neck. She seem to be shaking off the though she had and tried to go back to her papers.
His breath caught in his thought, she almost swept back through the room when her eyes stopped at him. He took a smile to his lips so quickly he didn’t even know it was there till he realized she was smiling back, with a quizzical squint at the corner of her eye. She took another sip off her coffee stealing quick glances through her lashes hiding behind her cup. He could feel a wave of heat flush the skin of his neck and slowly work it way to his cheeks and he quickly looked down to his paper again. That stupid grin was back on his face again. It made his jaw flex a bit grinding the back of his teeth as he took a deep breath letting he nostrils flare a bit trying to relax and breath again.
“For feck sake boy it doesn’t mean a bloody thing. A crazy.”
He just couldn’t shake the feeling like some was trying to f*ck with his head. His fingers dug deep into the sweater draped over his knee under the table.
The rhythm of her boots on the hard wood floor could be head as they made their way back to the stairs. He shook his head and sighed. He looked up after frozen to the chair his lips slightly apart like they where about to speak and his but his brain not quite cooperating and lacking in the power to form any words as she took the first step.
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Jun 23, 2006 21:02:22 GMT -5
Cillian bashful!? my, how the tables have turned!
thanks for the quick update, won't you do it again? ;D
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Post by raine on Jun 24, 2006 16:12:49 GMT -5
^^ bashful always was my favorite dwarf :-P
very good, keep it up
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Jun 29, 2006 18:13:22 GMT -5
^ I always liked Grumpy. I sympathized with him.  |
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Post by poegrl on Jun 29, 2006 22:48:03 GMT -5
I was always fond of Dopy myself...
Not so Dopy after all was he.. ;D
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Post by raine on Jun 30, 2006 10:50:44 GMT -5
lol... just because you can't speak doesn't mean you're dumb!
I did always have a problem with snow white though... does that make me a bad person?
lol
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Post by poegrl on Aug 24, 2006 2:21:25 GMT -5
That’s it, it was over. He shook his head and laughed at himself for being such a git about the whole situation. He leaned forward and grabbed his sunglasses from the table getting ready to leave.
Angus stood and pushed in his chair. “Gotta make a pit stop...”
He just nodded as he watched Angus walk towards the restrooms in the back of the shop. He stepped round and laid the sweater over the back of the empty chair and leaned back against the table. She was slipping through the door, and out of his world forever. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his head roll back and stare at the celing when he caugh something out of the corner of his eyes it was floating in the air something that slip form her fingers and made it’s way to the middle of the stairs. His hands found their way into his pockets, as he chewed on his bottom lip. He paced in front of the table for what seemed like forever when he saw the sweater draped over the back of Angus’s chair. He grabbed it up and walked towards the stairs taking two at a time picking up the paper she had dropped and proceeded towards the top of the stairs not stopping, not till he had reached the door. He tapped on it quickly before he could talk himself out of it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath that caught in his throat when he heard her voice on the other side of the door.
“Enter”
He turned the handle and slowly let the door open peeking his head through.
“Uh pardon, sorry to intrude but you dropped this on your way up the stairs”
She was behind a desk with her boots resting on top the tops of her boots pointed over to one side so she could peek past them. He had caught her off guard she was expecting one of her workers. She swung her legs to the side sweeping her boots back to the floor and sitting up straight in her chair, trying to regain what little bit of professionalism she may have left.
“I’m sorry,” She pushed herself away from the desk and stood up quickly making her way round to the front of the desk to meet him.
“Can I help you?”
He had made his way past the door and was standing in the entry, sweater in one hand and the letter in the other.
“You dropped this on your way up,” He handed her the paper. “I could have left it up front I guess but I was already half way up the stairs....”
She smiled and took it from him and scanned it quickly, “Thank you, good thing you did.. Don’t think the girls would have liked it if I lost the print out for their time cards.” She turned and placed it on her desk.
He smiled and rocked a bit not quite knowing where he was going with all of this. She leaned back up against her desk with her arms folded in front of her staring at him, her head was tilted ever so slightly to one side which caused a strain of hair to fall into her eyes. It was so familiar his shoulders rolled down and he smiled back at her.
“Do I know you?” She shook her head not quite sure.
He bit his lip again and kind of looked off cross the room and walked into the office a bit more.
“That is a very good question.” there was a bit of a chuckle in his throat as he looked down scuffing the tip of his shoe at the hard wood floor before looking back up at her. “I wish I could give you an answer, but honestly I don’t know?”
He held the sweater in both hands now the silence was thick and hung like a velvet curtain between them. The smile had melted form her lips and a soft concern took it’s place in her eyes. She was waiting for him to drop the other shoe.
“I think this might be your’s as well,”
He walked towards her, head down the sweater held close still, picking at it like a kid might. Hiding behind he lashes he offered it to her. She reached out for it letting her fingers linger next to his for a second before taking it completely. She hadn’t even looked at it, her eyes never left his as he waited for her to say something. To call him a creep or to get the f*ck out her office like the freak he rightly was at this moment.
“Cillian isn’t it?” The smile had slipped back across her lips.
He smiled his chin jetted out just a bit trying to keep back a bit of laugh.
“Amber.”
She sat back against the desk, he could see the floor fall out form beneath her feet. He reached for her hand, her glassy eyes looked from his hands touching hers to his face.
“Is this some kind of weird end of the world thing? I mean dreams don’t do this? How did you get here?”
He shrugged and kept hold of her hands, shaking his head not knowing how to answer and wish to god he did.
He could feel his voice drop to his chest whispering.
“I don’t know,” He squeezed her hands to get her attention. “Right now I don’t really care.”
Her eyes where focused back on him again “So, what now?”
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Post by chiariah on Sept 2, 2006 19:41:22 GMT -5
OMGGG!!!! i'm soooo exited... it is sooo good... really.. very very nice..!!
loving it.. omg.. cillian whispering.... too much for me..!! *squeee*
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Post by hedwigsgal on Sept 7, 2006 8:47:59 GMT -5
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This story is amazing!!!! I started to poke around the fanfics and landed on this one. I couldn't stop reading it. I read the whole thing in one sitting and want more. I love, love , love it. You really did a great job with Cillian. I really believe he is like this. You must be friends.lol. Please more, me need more!!! I love it!! Did I say that already. Good job poegrl. This is such a touching story. So ummmmm is it real or was it a dream? Did they really have that night together and just forget because they were tipsy? Oh, poegrl please update.lol
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Post by hedwigsgal on Sept 10, 2006 11:36:21 GMT -5
were are you poegrl? I am loven this so much. Ok no hurry dear.loll
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Post by poegrl on Sept 22, 2006 12:23:33 GMT -5
I'm working on it.
I've been reworking things a bit. and then adding on.
I know I'm horrid with updates.
Hopfully I'll have things pulled together in the next week.
Poe~
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Post by poegrl on Dec 17, 2007 20:09:09 GMT -5
++++++I know it's been for ever but i came here today and read and something hit me so maybe I have a little magic left in me. Lets see where it leads shall we? Poe~+++++++++
She smiled so sweetly he found his lips doing the same thing. Frozen in her eyes, they searched every inch of his face. He could feel them tracking his cheek to the tip of his chin. Not even a finger was there and he could still feel her touch. His eyes closed and he could smell something sweet, it was the sent she was wearing, it was earthy and wonderful. The fingers of their hands tightened in an even more impossible knot. There was the surprise of warm air on his face just above his chin, just bellow his bottom lip, warm then cool to warm again the pattern was so easy to fall into, the breath coming from her mouth just hanging there. His lashes fluttered on his cheeks as they opened to river of auburn red curl that tickled the edge of his nose. He couldn’t let the knot slip but sill needed to try and hold on to any moment that he could while she was leaning against him, ever so lightly. He raped her in both their arms, wanting so badly to squeeze, but instead lightly burying his face in her hair as her lips danced ever so delicately on the edges of a kiss.
He needed to breath, he forgot to breath, his through kicked started with a swallow as he took a gasp though his nose. She laughed and tilted her head back and up to look on him again.
He relaxed a bit trying to let go of the awkward excitement of the moment. “Well that was a step.”
He did squeeze just a bit tighter touching tip of nose to tip of nose.
“What now?”
He smiles as he felt the slight brush of lip to lip.
There was a sigh that came from her, it was a rush like the blood pounding through his head, through his skin and to his ears making it sound like the ocean was in his head.
Then it broke as the wave crashed over him. No it wasn’t a rush from her it was a heavy sigh a heart crushing sigh, so sad all of a sudden, he was sad that the kiss didn’t come. Just the feathered touch of her lips as she whispered like it was right in his ear.
“You have to wake up now Cilli.” Butterfly wings teased his chin and a feather caressed his cheek…
His jaw was jarred as the palm of his hand slamed his head back in to the car window. His sun glasses flew from his face and landed in the floor board.
“You alright there mate, sorry bout the pot holes but there lot of em ‘bout”
Angus sat in the driver’s seat a coffee sitting next to him piping away.
“No, no worries, just nodded off there for a bit I guess?”
He leaned forward to search for his sunglasses and found a crumpled up piece of paper as well laying next to them. He tossed the glasses on the sweater in the passenger seat and squeezed the paper in his had. Letting his head roll back over the back seat of the car he watched the buildings fly by him like running giants through the rear window. He let the dizziness of the illusion whirl his head into a good and solid whirlwind before he closed his eyes again trying to regain some kind of breath.
Rolling his head back forward his lips pressed and he sighed rolling the crumpled paper beneath his thumb, he could feel the frustration take over is face the line in his jaw setting again and his nose was flared ever so slightly. He pinched and pulled on his bottom lip just staring at the paper ball roll over his palm.
How in the hell could I loose her again he was screaming at himself in his own mind. Image of being slammed up against a wall by the shirt collar smelling his own breath as he stared himself down. “You….. idigitt!!!” It's all just a fecking dream any how? He looked to the swaeter, or was it? I'm loosing my mind he thought to himself...
He shook it off letting his bottom lip go and letting the cool of his fingers try and sooth the flushness in his face. He looked in his lap at the crumpled paper lay there, a little less crumpled than before, looking at it a bit closer, he attempted to lay it out flat. It was worn and most the print couldn’t be made out but it was “the paper” the one he took to her office. In the corner there was a note tattered but still legible.
Now what?
A~
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