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Thread: [Dream & Tortoise] To The Countryside;;

An awkward air made the room almost stagnant. Estelle believed their meeting after all of these years would be natural and that the chemistry they once shared would make conversation smooth and casual, but clearly she thought wrong. In fact, she felt almost unwanted by the behemoth of a man. While this was understandable, it dulled Estelle's evanescent glow. She felt belittled by his coyness. The last person he was expecting to see? What precisely did that mean? The regal woman went from stoic to slightly disturbed. She felt the sudden need to excuse herself, or at least shy away from this man she was once madly in love with. And so have you, she retorted kindly, doing her best to mask her repulsion, It's alright, Damian. You know there's no need to put on a front around me. I realize you're probably busy, so I won't keep you. So much for time healing all wounds. She turned and addressed a neat stack of cupcakes, all of which being sealed away in tight, air-locked containers. She curled her fingers around the smooth, plastic trim and offered the remainder of the sweet little cakes to him with a smile slathered in cordiality. To be frank, Estelle hadn't doted much on the situation. Why was he in the country? Was he not still in school, striving for his 'perfect education'? A man with his credentials should be a lawyer, a doctor or some big-shot business mogul, not a farmhand manning a cupcake kiosk. All of those things hadn't quite crossed her yet, but no doubt they would seep in later on. Aside from that, Estelle was no home-wrecker. He was probably engaged to some sugarcoated country gal that came equipped with a fancy, hard-to-turn-down dowry. Before the two could confer any longer, Asher, Estelle's over-grown, auburn haired assistant intervened. The whole time he had been watching the pair with a jealous leer. Everyone who knew Asher knew he had a crush the size of Texas on Estelle, and seeing her make goo-goo eyes at this country boy made his heart burn ardent with envy. Do you need help? he questioned. He eyed Damian, with disgust at first, hoping to dismiss him. You're needed in the kitchen. There's been a bit of a mishap ... Ben and Cash thought it would be fun to get into a flour fight. Of course they did. I'll deal with that immediately. Well, Damian, it was very nice seeing you again, she meant extremely nice, I need to go deal with my boys. If you can't find what you're looking for, Asher will be more then happy to assist you. Asher lobbed Damian an almost challenging sneer, grinning like the Cheshire Cat in all of his feline glory. Yes. I'd be m ore then happy to.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: [Dream & Tortoise] To The Countryside;;

Sorry, I assumed that she left. I hope that's okay, if not, I'll edit. She could have tried all she wanted to in order to hide the repulsion, yet he knew her too well not to notice. It shattered her heart, almost like leaving her had one day. It was when he noticed her eagerness to leave her that he realized that he still loved her. Nodding briefly, he sighed. ??Yeah,? he whispered softly, the white teeth gliding along his lower lip. ??I??m sorry for keeping you busy, I??ll see you around,? he stepped back, looking away from her. The toothy grin from earlier on, the light hearted air, all of it seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a pain that was hard to disguise. He glanced up at her one last time, convinced that following their brief encounter she would do nothing to find him again and he simply couldn??t ask her to come see him ?? he couldn??t do that to Lucy. On the other hand, he told himself, leading a heated internal debate, he couldn??t seem completely impolite. The rationalizing was ridiculous, leading just about nowhere. Suddenly, the small comparing to Damian assistant of Estelle??s intervened. Damian had a good three inches of advantage over him in height, yet a lot more in terms of muscle. If one thing has changed over the years, it was the male??s strength. While in the past he was prone to occasional outburst of anger, ones he never took out on Estelle, he was unable to do much to anyone. Certainly, he was tall enough before, yet his lack of muscle was the main reason he could only play basketball, shying away from the football team. The years of physical hard labor however made those bouts of rage quite dangerous. Of course with power came responsibility, so he learnt to control them, yet he was a sensitive young man and Estelle made him lose control over himself. Asher caused his blood to boil, his free hand clenching into a fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. He gave Asher a menacing, cold stare, the type that caused the room??s temperature to drop by a few degrees. His innocent, completely docile air was momentarily replaced by something so terrifying that most men would find a reason to move back. Suddenly, looking at Asher, he realized that he couldn??t lose her again. It didn??t matter if she wasn??t his the way she had been in the past, he needed Estelle more than he needed air. Her sudden appearance at the county fair caused him to remember it, making him feel as though he lived underwater for years. Turning away from Asher, he ran up to her from behind, gently grabbing her tiny wrist. ??Wait, Estelle,? he murmured, leaning down to let his lips level her ears. ??I want to see you again. I am asking for more than I??m allowed to, but please meet me next to the Ferris wheel at four. I??ll be waiting until five. Don??t say anything now,? he finished and stepped away, leaving as hastily as he appeared. He went on with his day from there on, doing as promised at four. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: [Dream & Tortoise] To The Countryside;;

ooc you're good, sugar. For the remainder of the afternoon Estelle seemed launched into some estranged state of disarray. She was unusually quiet, as her co-workers had noted, and had even been clumsy enough as to smash two perfectly good mixing bowls. This was unlike her. Usually she was so elegant and so flawless, but over a series of three hours that all seemed to change dramatically. As for Asher, he paraded around like a gorilla which his chest puffed out and muscles flex to a point where it was nearly agonizing. He feared that virtually every mildly attractive man that addressed Estelle could be a possibly threat. It was one 345 approached that she had completely disappeared. Outdoors, the Brazilian woman found herself enthralled with the ever so ginger aroma of lilacs and funnel cakes that wafted about the fervent summer air. While traveling down the shrouded boardwalk path, she watched the hues of pumpkin and pomegranate that forged the horizon. It ebbed her spirit, made her feel at peace with herself ... for the time being, that was. She clutched her leopard-print hand-bag close to her plump bosom with each step she procured. The ferris wheel laid high on the horizon, bolted to a hill-side near the bluffs. She traveled up the face of the hill, passing content couples and sweet little families along the way. Before proceeded she leered wantonly at the broad, burning sky. There was not a cloud to be had the sun was like a disco ball, burning gold and ardent, casting a dying veil of low light over the countryside. Her hair spilled over her broad shoulders, framing her breasts and her curvaceous, healthy frame. Finally, she braved the hill, approaching a copse of blueberry bushes that lined the foot of the massive festival ride. There stood Damian, majestic and rugged in all of his calloused glory. She cantered in, slowly, watching him, awaiting his explanation.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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The rest of the day was a whirlwind for the young man. He juggled between his obligations to his girlfriend while doing everything to avoid her. For some reason, he could hardly look her in the eyes. It wasn??t because he intended on cheating on her, but because he felt that he was already cheating on her as it was. He loved someone else with all his might, could there have been treason worse than that? He watched her from the corner of his eyes, trying to figure out what to do. The other part of the day consisted of him trying to figure out what to say, what excuse to give her for his request. His impulsive action was completely mindless, he simply wanted to spend another day with her yet there was no way to say it right without seeming to be an awful person. Finally, he found himself next to the Ferris wheel, trying to find that familiar silhouette. The reason he chose the Ferris wheel as the point of their encounter was the hill next to it. Few knew of a spot next to the hill, and he claimed it as his. He never shared it with Lucy, perhaps because a part of him hoped that he would come to share it with his Estelle one day. Finally, almost glowing in contrast with the rest of the crowd, she emerged. In silence, he walked up to her, taking her by the hand with a coy air to drag her along behind the hill. It was a few minutes?? walk, yet the sight it offered was mind blowing. A river was not too far with a small fall, mountains, flowers, a dazzling sky, everything came together to form a perfectly balanced picture. Finally, he came to a halt, releasing her hand to take a seat on the hill. ??Come here,? he said brightly, patting a spot next to him. ??I??m sorry?,? he started, shaking her head with an awkward, almost timid laughter. ??I seem to be saying that an awful lot today, hm?? He glanced at her, sighing. ??I couldn??t let you leave like that. The way I acted?I didn??t mean to do that. I just didn??t know what to do with you appearing out of nowhere,? he explained. ??There were all these people and so many things I wanted to tell, that I just blanked out,? he chuckled, a boyish grin spreading across his lips. ??Can we talk? About everything, or if you want we can stay silent, just stay with me for a bit. I sound pathetic, don??t I?? He wondered, chuckling. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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It was that same boyish grin that Estelle fell in love with all of those years ago. She found herself almost subliminally following his commands. Even at his behest she took a seat along side the giant men, enraptured by his warmth. The pair were partially ensconced amongst the blueberry copses, wrapped taught in the natural aromas of the refreshing sea air and tart berry smells. Damian, you don't sound ... pathetic, stop questioning yourself. Estelle let forth a nourishing breath, released the tension on her spine and sat comfortably limp within the arms of the bench. She placed her manicured paws on the plain of her toned thighs, giving Damian the entirety of her attention. Her jade eyes sparkled dully in the low even-tide light, casting golden flecks into her slender, blithe opticals. She placed her hand on his broad shoulders almost reassuringly, taking note of the tightly woven muscles that consumed his bone. He was built like a mountain, carved from diamond ... though despite the physical attraction she always felt towards him, she addressed the blond-haired man as a friend rather then a lover. Of course we can talk. But first I want you to know I haven't come here to impose on the life you've made for yourself here. She let her hand fall from his shoulder and let it rest in her lap. I ... have no questions for you. I was at peace with your decisions years ago and I certainly don't wish to reopen old wounds. So if you feel the need to explain yourself, don't. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, you know that. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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Despite the fact that she thought that she was making things easier for him, she was only making it that much harder. He was ready to throw away just about anything for her, to start from a blank page, yet there she was, talking to him as though they were friends, telling him that she was at peace with his decision years ago. Those words crushed the tall man in a way nobody??s fist ever could. ??Of course,? he whispered weakly, his teeth dragging along his teeth slowly. He should have realized it, she had moved on. Of course, he gave her closure he has never gotten in a way ?? when he left, he informed her that things were over, even offered her a reason. He, meanwhile, was left wondering whether she still thought of him or not. ??No wound opening,? he finally nodded with a smile. If he couldn??t have her as a lover, he would have to settle with her being a friend, he decided. ??You??re not imposing though, Estelle. I??m glad to see you, honestly. The thought of never seeing you again was much harder,? he shook his head. ??Dear god, I??m not even allowed to say that, am I?? He laughed, studying the beautiful scenery in front of them in a feeble attempt to look away from that perfect face and the perfect curves hidden under the clothes. ??I wanted to know if we could be?friends, he said, sounding choked at the last word. Ask you how you have been. It??s been almost ten years,? he stated, looking her over, unable to resist. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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Of course she thought of him. Every night, even when she was with Emilio she thought of him. At first his image was rather tiny, but lately, before she came to the country, it had been explosive. It irked her to no end haunted her when she slept, to a point where she could no longer cope ended up being corroded by the thought of his being by her side. If he had grown up with her, seen her blossom into an exotic young woman, he would see her as a woman that didn't love easily. In fact after parting ways with Damian she found herself incapable of sustaining healthy relationships. She didn't enjoy them, so, she veered away from them and buried herself in cooking and art. But ... here she was ... back along side of Damian once more. Of course we could be friends, she breathed gently, taking note of the difficulty he had expressing his feelings. Was her casual facade too overwhelming? It was a natural suit for her, now, and she could not help it. I've been absolutely fine. Of course she was sugar-coating it just a smidgen. You haven't missed much over the years ... gang violence increased, my brother got involved ... ended up in the hospital for a while. He just got out of rehab a few weeks ago. Mom died a few years ago, took her own life because she couldn't take dad not being around. And him? Out east, somewhere, probably lying dead in the trenches. Casual. She breathed those words so casually, it was almost sickening. Of course during the epicenter of these events she had been a wreck, but they had all happened years ago. I realize I just said that ... in a really nonchalant tone. I need to stop doing that. She swiped her manicured hand over her pretty visage, flattening her hair against her skull. And yourself? listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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The young man listened to her words in silence, his expression growing increasingly dark. All of those things have happened to her and he was nowhere near to be seen. He launched into an inward train of self-loathing, frustrated by his inability to change anything in the past. The poor little girl had to go through so much. He suddenly understood the reason for her coldness and had to fight an irresistible urge to hold her close. She must have had nobody to speak to over all those years, nobody to help her off the ground. Her cold, nonchalant tone could have fooled anyone, yet he didn??t buy it for as much as a split second. Finally, unable to resist any further, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her toward him for a second, kissing her forehead. ??God, Estelle?I??m so sorry,? he whispered before releasing her with a light blush. ??I wish I could have been there,? he mumbled, shrugging at her question. ??I?back then, I wasn??t leaving to study. Dad decided to go to the countryside, buy a farm, and raise horses?I did get my MBA of course, but it hasn??t been of much use,? he smiled. ??Mom died a few years back, her and pop got into an accident. He??s can??t walk, but he??s good,? he explained, a slight southern drawl mixing in with his usual Australian accent. It was quite an odd mixture, yet surprisingly sexy at that. He then realized that nowhere in the lines did he mention his girlfriend. ??I??ve a gal, too,? he finally added, not seeming enthusiastic at all no matter how much he tried to. He fell silent for a few moments, watching her hair caressed by the wind. Suddenly, a tiny twig got caught in her hair, causing him to smile. His fingers slid over her hair, picking up the piece of a stick. ??I can??t believe how beautiful and strong you are,? he stated with admiration in his voice, all of it clearly genuine. ??Do you want to talk about things? You??ve always been so stubborn, probably holding strong, not telling anyone how you felt. It ain??t good, lady,? he smiled, the southern part of him taking over, adding him a new charm. listulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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It was better that I went through it alone. That grief made me stronger, and if tragedy finds me again, I will be able to battle it head-on this time around. Each pronounced cadence she uttered was muffled by his top. She wanted badly to return his embraced though mid-thought she became cognizant of the results. It was best to leave this hug one-sided, as not to forge false emotion once more, or further stir up old desires. As Damien withdrew, Estelle returned to her originally position on the wooden bench. She sat with her spine relaxed though somehow still maintained a decent, upright posture. Her jade-colored eyes swirled, tempest, as he revisited his past. So his mother had passed? She was such a kind woman, welcoming of Estelle from the beginning. Over time his father eventually accepted Estelle though at the beginning of their relationship he wasn't so fond of his son dating a woman from South America. It irked him as he predicted they would get married sometime in the near future and his grandchildren would hail of partial Latin decent. But, over a period of time he came to terms with this and grew mellow. He became so fond of Estelle that he even began pestering his son, asking if she were to visit for dinner. You never seemed very fond of the city. I know I've long since lost interest in it. In fact, I planned on moving to Brazil after this entire endeavor has been said and done with. I miss the tropical climate and the charming little villages. Though my family has probably disowned me by now - I know they did when my mother married an American man - but ... times have long since changed and I only hope they'll be willing to see things differently. Her eyes caught wind of his fingers as they had so skillfully removed the tiny twig from the mangled mess of her lion's mane. She laughed silently to herself, recalling a similar event in the city park a few years back when Damian had done the exact same thing. At the mention of a woman, she paused. It was only to be expected, after all, and though it was a bit of a surprise, she knew that he was happy. That's amazing. I'd love to meet this lovely lady if you'd let me. She's lucky. After all, she had been brought here by face to help close this unended chapter left open when she was younger. She now had closure. Flattery will get you know where, Damian, she jested, pure playfulness in her honey-based tone, I told you, I came to terms with everything years ago. There's really nothing to talk about it's all the past and has already been left to the hands of fate. I admit, stubborn I may be, but for good reason. She cracked a ginger grin. Enough about my feelings, let's talk about something else, like this cutesy little country twang you've adopted. An Australian native speaking in a western tongue? It's quite befitting. I like it.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
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Often Estelle kept to herself because it was what she was taught. After being subjected to the world without Damian, and finally learning what it was truly like to be alone, she adopted a 'hard' facade that got her through the long, perilous, lonely days. Temporarily she abandoned this facade and gained companions, all of which were male save for her butch female cousin Shylock who had an affinity for tattoos and piercings and this fiery red-head, Audrey, who declined Estelle's invitation to help her cater the festival in the country. Even then, these new friends, which were all outlandishly unique in their own special ways, took note of her odd speaking patterns. For those who knew Estelle well they knew her first language was Portuguese. She was raised in a Brazilian household her mother and father often fought over which language should be her first, but Estelle's mother being the wily spirit she was, won, and had so deemed her daughter would learn Portuguese. After being forced to move to the Americas her father, and mother, then taught her English. Needless to say she had a knack for it and became beguiled with poetry and philosophy. Her unfailing politeness and proper usage of the English language gained her many friends and many, many job offers. This stoic mask Estelle had professionally forged was melting away in the boyish warmth Damian emitted. It would be useless after some time, certainly if she continued to spend time to him. She was enraptured by the depth of his voice and the scent of his skin. Even now she knew she would not always be able to remain strong and unmoved around him. It was him and always only him that made her weak in the knees and had her heart beating like an out-of-sync African drum. The playfulness the pair exhibited was, on the outside, sugar-coated and content, but on the inside it was agonized and strained. Would she always feel this awkward around him? She did her best not to showcase it but she could only do so for so long. It were his eyes that captured her, entranced her, made her feel useless, guileless. She was attracted to him in all possible ways. His personality, his body, his everything. This fatal attraction would bring on nothing but complications in the future, but Estelle was known to 'live in the moment' and she used this as an excuse. I ... Damian, I missed you too. She bared no shame admitting it, only relief. I missed you so much. Don't think, that because of how I act and how I speak, that I never thought of you, that I never recalled our time together or reminisced on it.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu