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Date Posted: 05/29/07 10:51pm
Author: Liam
Subject: You belong to me
In reply to: Sabrina 's message, "Do you believe in magic " on 05/29/07 10:44pm

(He remained utterly still as she came out and joined him beside the fire. His eyes were fixed on the dancing flames, the light of which flickered over his features as he sat in his chair. His entire body was tense, his jaw set tight and his hands clenching the arms of the chair as he sat. He felt stifled here.. out of his own realm.. as though everything he did somehow bothered someone. He wasn't trying to bother anyone, he was merely being himself. He was being Drakon! How was he supposed to change from what he was in the space of a day in order to make everyone around him happy. Bluidy hell. He took in a deep breath and let out a seething sigh, his nostrils flaring again as she touched the necklace. It was driving him made, his jeans were too tight now that she was so close. He was itchy, trapped, too tense to move. Her words didn't even register, he merely made a scottish noise in his throat, entirely too annoyed to bother answering her. His hand flicked over and he looked at it as a brush appeared in his palm. He opened his hand, holding it, not stretching out to her, but offering nonetheless. He was sick and tired of feeling like he was doing everything wrong. For more than a year he had been trapped, bound to a man, forced to live in solitary confinement - whether within Tiernan's body or hiding in the woods. And now that he was free all he wanted to do was go back to his family.. to his brother, his clan and his home.. but no. He was still bound to Tiernan through blood. His eyes moved back to the fire, sorrow filled. A knock sounded at the door, the sign that their food had been left outside the door.) Bring it in. (He snapped, and was rewarded with the shy entrance of the maid he had just commanded to remain outside the room. She brought the tray to the side table and set it down, then curtsied and beat a hasty retreat. He scowled. They were all afraid of him. As well they should be.)

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