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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 16:22:21 GMT -5
Fiona followed him like a ghost into the living room. She paused by the bookshelf and grabbed a random book, then plopped down in one of the chairs. She began reading the classic novel, resting her chin on her hand and pulling her legs up on the chair. It was a story about King Arthur which she had read before and enjoyed. That era always interested her. Every so often, she glanced over the top of her book at Tristan.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 16:27:44 GMT -5
Tristan picked up the book he had reading earlier when Fiona had come by and settled down in the chair. He crossed on leg over the other began reading. Though he was reading the book and focusing on the story, his mind kept wandering back to Fiona. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her. He occasionally glanced up at her and noticed again how truly pretty she was. He shook his head and went back to reading...
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 17:24:42 GMT -5
Fiona noticed him looking up at her too, and quickly she darted her eyes away. "What?" she mumbled. Suddenly she felt really awkward. Why was he looking at her like that? He probably regretted saving her too.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 17:26:31 GMT -5
If he had been able to, Tristan would have flushed when Fiona caught him glancing at her. "N-nothing," he mumbled, quickly looking away from her. God... what an idiot... he thought to himself. Not only did Fiona hate him, she now probably thought he was a weirdo-creeper. Great.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 17:50:12 GMT -5
Fiona looked back down at her book with a furrowed brow. If you didn't want me here, you shouldn't have turned my into a vampire... she thought bitterly. But now she couldn't even get back into reading her book, her mind was way too preoccupied. She let out an annoyed sigh at herself and at Tristan.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 17:52:28 GMT -5
Tristan bit his lip when he heard her sigh. He let out a slow breath and turned himself towards her. "It's just... god this sounds so stupid. I was simply noticing that you are very pretty," he said quickly before looking down at his book again.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:06:54 GMT -5
Fiona looked up at him skeptically with a raised eyebrow. To be honest, she was actually pretty shocked. What in the hell was he thinking saying something like that? She didn't know how to respond so she just looked back down at her book, having an internal battle in her mind.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:09:42 GMT -5
Tristan was mentally beating himself in the face with the large hardcover book that was in his lap. He just kept looking down at it, trying to read, but was really just yelling at himself for being such a colossal moron.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:20:14 GMT -5
Fiona was tired of all the awkward silence after a while. She hated all of the questions in her head and needed some answers. "Why did you say that?" she asked meekly, trying her best to hide herself behind the book she was reading.
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:23:27 GMT -5
Tristan shrugged his shoulders, still looking at his book and not at Fiona. "Because you asked me what I was thinking. And that is what I was thinking..."
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:26:33 GMT -5
"Oh," she said quietly. Fiona stared at him for awhile, trying to study his face and read his expressions. He was so hard to understand. First he saved her, and then she though he hated her, and now he thinks she's pretty. "Thanks, I guess."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:27:35 GMT -5
Tristan glanced back up at Fiona for a moment. "You don't take compliments very well do you?" he asked her quizically.
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:31:34 GMT -5
"Um, well, I... no. Not really." she stuttered. Fiona looked down again biting her lip. "I don't get compliments."
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Post by Tristan Ainsley on Jan 23, 2009 18:32:56 GMT -5
Tristan re-situated himself on the chair as he looked back at Fiona. "Really?" he asked her. "I don't understand that. Why do you think that is?"
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Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 23, 2009 18:34:46 GMT -5
Fiona shrugged. She never really thought about it before. "They just do it to be nice. It doesn't mean anything," she said, the only conclusion she could come to.
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