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Post by Marcescens on Mar 15, 2010 20:19:58 GMT -6
"I haven't seen much of it though." She admits, leaning forward to place her cup back on the table. She shifted her weight slightly, making herself fit nice and cozy like in the chair. She hesitates, her eyes flickering from one side, to the cup in front of her, then to the other side before looking up at Simon.
"Don't tell him I said this, but my brother is quite over protective." She flashes a slightly embarassed smile, and traces the rim of her cup slowly, taking in the empty feeling beneath her skin. "This was my first time really being able to wander around by myself for this long." Her gaze falls to the inside of her cup.
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Post by Moss on Mar 26, 2010 12:15:34 GMT -6
I see.... **Simon nods slowly, taking this information in. An over protective family member wouldn't help him much....** Well then, **His eyes twinkle mischievously.** We'll have to do this again- **Putting out his hand to hold hers, his smile grows a bit.**
It would be my honor to show you around this little town. **His blue eyes are wide and hopeful, with an element of deep loyalty and friendliness- it seems that it would be impossible for anyone to not trust this man, who obviously wants to make her happy so badly.**
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Post by Marcescens on Mar 26, 2010 13:01:53 GMT -6
Isabelle was concentrating on her tea cup when Simon's smile and hand caught her attention. She looked at his hand, then up at his face; seeming to be absorbed into his eyes, and it made a little bit of colour flush her pale cheeks. Thank goodness her mask covoured that part of her face. He wasn't trying to get her into trouble, or attempting to be tricky like some men are. He was a truley nice and a kind person.
Her ghostly insides were melting at the heart to Simon, but the back of her head told her not to. Was it right? No, it definitely wasn't. She was dead, and he was alive... but he was something Isabelle never imagined, or really put words to.
She took his hand gently, thankful for her ability to hold solid objects. Her lips pulled slightly at the corners into a smile. "Alright, Simon. I would really like that."
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Post by Moss on Mar 26, 2010 15:08:12 GMT -6
** Simon feels himself blushing softly as she takes his hand and smiles, looking into her eyes.** Alright then! **Chuckling a bit, he glances out the window.** Where shall we start then?
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Post by Marcescens on Apr 4, 2010 13:51:22 GMT -6
Isabelle smiles, following Simon's glance out the window. She feels nothing from his hand, other then that it's there. There was no warmth, nothing. She felt slightly discouraged, but she tried to look at things the bright side. How was she going to tell him she was actually dead? Would she ever tell him? She sighed.
Glancing at Simon, she giggled. "Well? Where do you like to go the most? What about your magic shop?"
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Post by Moss on Apr 8, 2010 20:45:11 GMT -6
**Simon's eyebrows arch in worry as a look of loneliness and sadness take over Isabelle's face. As her smile return though, so does his, and he decides to not inquire about that moment. After all, they'd only just met. At her suggestion, he carefully gets out of his chair, clears their plate and cups in a few swift motions, and the stands by her side. Holding out his hand to her, he grins a bit more.**
What a lovely idea! I'll show- it's right around the corner.
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Post by Marcescens on Apr 19, 2010 17:39:26 GMT -6
"Lovely." Isabelle said, gently taking his hand and getting to her feet. Doing a quick glance of herself, she made sure she was 'propper' before.
She couldn't help but feel quite excited to see his shop. They had people to come and perform all sorts of tricks when she ..well...alive, but this was something that she hadn't really expected. Magic? She had heard a few kids speak of it nowadays, but never really seen or followed it any further. This could be quite the experiance, and what better way to spend it then with a lovely man.
"Lead the way!"
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Post by Moss on Jul 22, 2010 9:43:57 GMT -6
**Reaching out for her hand, Simon begins walking out of the shop, still smiling. Little does he know that, if he wanted to see real magic, all he'd have to do was look one more time at the woman with him.... But no- for now, she's just as real as him, to him anyways.**
ooc: see you there? in the workshop, I think - there's already someone in the front room xD
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