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Abe did follow her down out of the room, so close it might even have been uncomfortable for her. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he was beginning to feel like himself again. His arms even swung back and forth as he descended the stairs behind her. "I already told you I'd...

"How do I know you'll be coming back?" His voice rose, and was almost shrill with panic. Abe knew he couldn't let her leave him again. The solitude had almost killed him last time, and he'd be damned if he let that happen again. They were meant for each other, and now that they were together...

In an instant, Abe was at her side. "The store?" he asked. An almost childish grin spread on his face. He hadn't been out with her in what felt like centuries. He remembered all the trouble they--well he--would get into during their childhood. Memories of opening up boxes of cereal in the middle...

John sipped his coffee and leaned back in his chair, one leg stretching out to the side of the table. "No family to speak of," he said simply. "I have friends here, and they've been there for me a lot more than my real family. I'm originally from Alabama. They didn't really like the idea of me...

One week, he thought. Seven short days to convince her that even though she had grown up, she still needed him. He had followed her everywhere while they were young, and was a constant part of her life back then. She had a life now: a job, a place of her own, probably even her own real friends...

He laughed aloud and thanked Frieda for the food before turning back towards Natalie. "You think I'm cute, really?" he asked, obviously shocked. John chuckled again and shook his head. "It's been a while since I heard that, honestly." What an ego boost. "So do you have family around here?" he...

"Something... Nice." Jeremy smiled coyly at her. "I prefer the color red." The man got a sick satisfaction at the idea of showcasing this young girl to the people. He wanted to parade her about, show her off, and more importantly, stake his claim over her. "I'd like you to be here at seven," he...

When Arianna's hand touched his cheek, a spark flew through him. He felt alive, whole, and fully real again. The large black wings quivered and he allowed himself to let loose his own greedy emotions, if only for a moment. Two strong arms clasped around her waist and he pulled her to him with an...

Abe had opened his mouth, ready to inform her that every day she went without thinking of him killed him a little. He wanted her to know how alone he felt, how utterly abandoned he had been. He was made for her, yes, but in his mind she had been made for him as well. She was his sun and stars...

Abe's eyes narrowed as she jumped backwards and scrambled against the wall. He had scared her. Good, he thought, Let her be scared. He took a step forward, wings twitching and fluttering and aching to be used again. With much restraint he drew them in close to him and took one more step. He was...

Sleep. Long, unnatural hibernation that no creature of flesh could endure. How long had he been tucked away, pressed into the corner of Arianna's sub-conscious? A year? Three? A hundred? Time meant nothing to him. Only her... And she had forgotten him. But then, suddenly, something stirred him...

"Oh, there's no question you will," purred Jeremy, patting her hand gently. "From the history of this building, this place is practically your heritage." He began to lead her towards the front entrance. "I'm planning a grand opening on Friday night. It will be a cocktail style party, open bar...

John bit his bottom lip slightly as she licked the cream off her own finger. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up. "Well," he started, searching for an answer other than 'You're hot', "I like meeting new people. I feel like the world is something to be experienced, and I'd love to...

John looked like someone just told him his favorite puppy died. "That sounds terrible," he said softly. "It sounds like a prison." He would know a little bit abut that. John wondered why anyone would confine themselves to such conditions, where creativity and free-thought it stifled. He had come...

It's fine. Take your time. I'm glad we're both enjoying this! Have a good day. I'll be on and off, so when I see your response I'll shoot one back at you.

John leaned back in his chair and relaxed as Frieda walked off to put in their orders. "So what kind of office do you work in?" he asked, genuinely interested. "What do you do there?" His hands remained clasped on the table as he gazed at her; he was a picture of coolness and collection...

Not sure how familiar you are with the Disney movie (I'm a shameless Disney addict)... But you know how "Lady" goes to the pound after she gets caught chasing chickens with Tramp? I was thinking we might be able to do something like that in a little while if you'd be interested. Might add a...

ooc:// I posted in the ooc chat tab. Don't know if we get notifications for that or not. "Oh, slow for the most part," John responded with a slight shrug. "The mornings are usually my busiest time on Mondays." His gaze turned towards Frieda, who awkwardly enough was still standing there, just...

I'm back from work now. Sorry about such a delay. Was able to squeeze one reply in during break, at least. Had a few ideas I wanted to bounce off of you also.

Frieda quickly ushered them to a table, a little two top by the front window. Some would say it was the best seat in the house, but for an establishment so small, there weren't so many to choose from. John walked to one of the chairs and slid it back for Natalie, waiting for her to sit before...