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Post by Alexander on Jun 18, 2008 9:44:32 GMT -5
Alexander listened to the girl speak, his eyes and face showing he sympathized for her, but at least he knew that she could have another chance with a guy, someone normal, who wasn't going to live longer than her. "It was for a long time, especially when I discovered she had been pregnant, with my kid, it was horrible, watching from a distance, to see that child grow up. But Isabella, I know this may be a crazy question, but can you promise me something?" Alexander had to get a hold of his breath, and his blue eyes watched Isabella curiously, as he put some of his blond bangs outside of his face, to keep it from getting in his eyes and hurting. He walked around for a moment, and stroked his mare gently, and mounted her, enjoying sitting on her back, and he turned around, so her neck was a back rest as he looked at Isabella. "Promise me, my dear new friend, to find somebody handsome, but not invincible like me. And let me come to your wedding." Alexander smiled, his eyes sparkling, hoping she wouldn't be offended by what he asked, but it was better than them becoming close friends, and him risking getting hurt again. It wasn't what he wanted. If he didn't stay close, he couldn't get hurt, that was his philosophy.
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Post by Isabella Sinclair on Jun 18, 2008 9:53:10 GMT -5
"I'll try. But I'll probably end up being in of those crazy old women who throw cats at people passing by,"She replied with an overdramtic sigh, standing up. " But if I do ever find the right guy, I want you to watch him during the wedding, and make sure he doesn't run away." She smiled slightly. She had a feeling he would find the right girl for him somewhere. He was kind, and nice, and funny. So, he was immortal. She had all the grace of a three-legged drunken moose.
Personally, Isabella thought that he was more likely to find the right girl for him, before she found the right guy for herself. Possibly because she didn't let people in, she just pretended to, to make them happy.
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Post by Alexander on Jun 18, 2008 10:09:55 GMT -5
Alexander grinned, in spite of the fact it was ridiculous for Isabella to think that, he had to smile. It sounded so funny, and in a way, he could see her doing what she said, though it did slightly disturb him to be able to imagine it. "He wouldn't. All he'd have to do is look at you and he'd be trapped in amazement." Alexander nodded afterwards, as if he knew it all, and that she should just believe what he said, because it was always right. His smile still on his lips, he remarked, "It's better than getting a job you know you should die while doing but you don't. I guess that would be a...supreme guard." Alexander spoke and then winked at Isabella, his blue eyes sparkling. He seemed glad to be talking to this girl, and Electra seemed interested, because the mare began chewing inconspicuously on a strand of Isabella's hair. Alexander stared at the mare for a minute, but he had to suppress the laugh that was coming, because he knew Electra would think he'd 'blown' her cover, but then, what cover did a 16 hand black mare really have?
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Post by Isabella Sinclair on Jun 18, 2008 10:20:12 GMT -5
"Does my hair taste good,Electra," Isabella asked with a slight laugh. She knew she may seem bipolar, being nearly at the verge of tears one second, then joking the next, but it was her way of hiding the pain. Her brown eyes were sparkiling, like they normally do when she laughs. That was the one thing she couldn't fake; a laugh. A sincere smile; sure. But she couldn't fake a laugh. It was physically impossuble for her. It always sounded sad when she tried, and then people asked....so she tried to to fake laughs.
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Post by Alexander on Jun 18, 2008 11:57:20 GMT -5
Electra seemed to be deep in thought at Isabella's question, and Alex could see her mind working swiftly. The 16 year old stared at her for a moment, and looked at her sparkling eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed, looking somewhat concerned. Isabella was hiding something, or at least, it seemed as if she was, because something in her face had given it away to him. "It does, Isabella. I have to say, I prefer Alex's, but then, he's my bonded, so of course I'd feel that way." A smile spread across the blond's lips as the mare spoke, and he hugged her, to which she nuzzled him back. They may argue a lot, but sometimes, there was a true understanding with each other. The two seemed to know everything about the other, and soon Alex was murmuring and singing to Electra as he brushed her over, wanting her to look her best when they had to head back to the castle. "Are you alright?" Alex questioned the lovely maiden, while looking at his mare, hoping if he wasn't staring at her, she'd feel a bit more likely to talk.
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Post by Isabella Sinclair on Jun 18, 2008 12:20:54 GMT -5
Izzy smiled."I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask,"She replied, leaning against the tree. She officially thought that the tree just didn't like people. Or maybe it didn't like her. That would be a good explanation. Or maybe it did like her. Who knows what goes through the minds of plants, if anything? She picked at her cream colored dress. She had pricked her fingers so many times while making it, that they had bruised for weeks. She hadn't been able to practice anything for a while.
She closed her eyes for a second, listening to the sound of the wind sighing through the trees, and the birds singing.
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