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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 21, 2010 22:17:49 GMT 12
After a brief hesitation, Rafe stepped back, giving her the room she was demanding. Turning, he walked over to his pack and pulled out a capped syringe and a vial of a clear liquid. Walking back over, he dropped them into her hand. 'Test to your hearts content.' With that done, he stepped back and dropped gracefully to the floor, into a cross-legged sitting position, watching her. Gabrielle. 'I'm not going to keep you long. I'm not some primitive caveman to throw a female over his shoulder and tie her down so she can't move.' The crooked grin came back, and he shook his head, hair flopping over his face. Rafe's eyes were constantly on her though, picking up on all of the little movements she made just as his ears were ready to hear the sweet cadences of her voice. Jeez, he didn't know her and already he was such a sap.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 21, 2010 22:26:06 GMT 12
Gabrielle relaxed evidently as he pulled away, the tension leaving her shoulders as she took the vial and syringe. "Thanks. You have no idea how glad i am to see this." A grin tickled her lips, more comfortable now that she had space and control over her body. Walking over to him, only slightly uneasy, she sat down opposite him, wanting to fufill condition number two so she could leave. She had to admit though that he was easy to warm to and she thought htat he would be a good friend if they had met under different circumstnaces. Eyeing him from her position, she could see how intent his eyes were on his. Clearing her throat she spoke to him. "Ah, you were going to ask questions?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 22, 2010 11:36:26 GMT 12
He smirked, and glanced to her collarbone. 'It's a scar, and recent I presume. How did you get it?' He shuffled closer, but still kept his distance, aware of her want of personal space. He had plenty of scars, yeah, but having a female who was forced to bear the visible hardships of the battle, that was too much. He didn't know what had made the scar, and really didn't care. Raphael hoped the thing was dead, and he knew his eyes were gleaming with a vicious light. Oops so much for trying to stay normal-ish.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 22, 2010 11:47:44 GMT 12
Cocking her head at the light that lit up his eyes, Gabrielles flaming red hair fell over her shoulder, green eyes piercing. He was right, and he knew it. Tucking her legs up against her and linking her arms around her legs, her voice came soft, yet carried the normal cadences of her voice. "Your right, on both counts. The scar I recieved from a dagger, a couple of months ago..." her voice broke off before she resumed. "From someone wanting what i was in no way going to give them. And they kind of lost it when i didnt comply. I wasnt fast enough so its no ones fault but my own although it makes me more defensive no days. Especially outside." A couple of strands of her flaming red hair fell over her eyes, a strand that she pushed back with a slender, fineboned hand.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 22, 2010 13:17:55 GMT 12
His eyes narrowed, hardened, and Rafe quickly looked away, not wanting to freak her out. His whole face tightened, and his lips thinned into a pale line. 'I hope you got the motherfucker who did it.' Calming himself down slightly, he looked back at her, catching her gaze. 'How long is it?' His voice had lost it's playful edge, lost all emotion whatsoever, completely expressionless. He pulled the dagger back out of his waistband and chacked the blade, fingers running lightly over it. Glancing down, he didn't flinch at the streak of red welling from his finger as he tested the edge, merely sticking it in his mouth and placing the blade on the ground, gaze flicking back to her as he waited for his answer.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 22, 2010 21:45:05 GMT 12
She shook her head. "No. I didnt get him, tryed, but didnt." Noticing the tension in his face, she sighed. "I dont even see why its interesting but it goes from my collarbone to opposite hip. Yes it hurt, and no you cant see." Green eyes eyed the dagger, slightly uneasy as the topic they were on wasnt the best for daggers to appear, especially as she didnt even know him. "Whats your name?" She was about to add 'is it as weird as you' before she stopped herself.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 23, 2010 13:15:32 GMT 12
Rafe ground his teeth together, the muscle under his eye twitching a little. Fuck, he had hoped that she would have gotten her closure, gotten back at the guy who had done it to her. Now that he knew she hadn't, he felt the urge to go out and track him down, make him pay. Meeting her eyes, he gave her a little smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.
'My name? That's the easiest thing I've ever been asked. Raphael Zeeman, though most call me Rafe. A whole lot easier.' He sighed, remembering the the first person to ever call him that. His baby sister had been killed, slaughtered by the GEEA in an attempt to lure out a Harpy that had been living near them. That had been the first time he had ever felt such anger, complete and utter need for vengeance. He had never looked back.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 23, 2010 13:28:34 GMT 12
Gabrielle thought she saw something like loss cross his face but she wasnt sure. Shuffling closer to him, green eyes wide with concern she forgot about how unsure she had been of him at first, wanting to help him. "Thats a nice name. Can i call you Rafe, or it that only for the privaliged." Her smile was soft, calming. It was a smile she had used many a time to reassure her mother as a young girl. Reaching out a hand she touched his knee hesitantly, shocking even herself yet she knew her will to help was stronger. Sitting in front of him, her legs almost touching his, Gabrielle didnt ask what was wrong, merely moved one hand to the top of her scar, realising it was still far from healed as it hurt to touch.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 23, 2010 16:59:37 GMT 12
Placing a large hand on top of hers for the briefest of moments, he gave her a little smile, before almost visibly shaking off their sombre mood. 'Go ahead. I wouldn't have mentioned it only to say you couldn't. I'm not that crazy Gabrielle.' He thought a moment, then grinned. 'Can I see me the scar? As much as you want to show that is, I'm not going to force you into that shit.' He almost recoiled at the thought of forcing her to do anything like that, especially after what had happened to his mother.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 23, 2010 21:46:08 GMT 12
Gabrielle nodded at the fact that she could call him Rafe, thinking it suited him. At his question she froze slightly until she saw a flicker of something close to heart flash across his face. Shrugging, her hands moved to the bottom of her turtleneck, before she arched, pulling the aquamarine fabric over her head, revealing a white woolen singlet and a long puckered pink scar running across what was seen of her chest. Green eyes flashed to him to see his reaction, part of her dreading that he would hate it, another half thinking that he would make her go. That part was slightly pleased, though only slightly. He really wasnt as bad as she had previously thought. "Its ugly I know, but i wasnt really anyone into materialistic things anyway."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 24, 2010 12:19:43 GMT 12
His eyes narrowed as she revealed her scar, a hiss escaping at her words. She thought the scar made her ugly, made her less desirable. Rafe shook his head, instantly denying the statement. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers lightly over the top of the scar, knowing it was recent and therefore still tender. 'No it isn't. You know what it is though? A sign of strength. You got away from that guy, you escaped. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for.' His fingers trailed up her throat lightly before dropping into his lap. His tri-coloured eyes left her face and drifted over to the rock with his weapons placed on them.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 24, 2010 12:31:39 GMT 12
She shivered slightly as his fingers brushed over her scar, Gabrielle trying to brush the memories of that night from her mind. To flash back was to become vulnerable and even though she trusted them more now then she did, she wasnt going to bet her life on it. Well aware that all his weapons were still lying around. Shaking her head her green eyes became angry at herself. "You may think that but I dont. If i was strong enough, i would have gotton away and wouldnt have any scar. I also wouldnt have been pressed to the wall only minutes ago, helpless." She shook her head again, going to put her turtleneck back on. Her attitude was obvious, having grown up with her mum and no men in her life, Gabrielle had been thrown into deep waters, having to support both her mother and herself. She had had to learn to be the strong and it hurt her when it wasnt enough.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 24, 2010 12:43:12 GMT 12
Shaking his head, he grabbed both of her hands, stopping the movement, her reaction when things got tough obviously. To put a mask on, cover up. 'Strength is also when you don't give up. When you know that things are hard, that you might not win, but you do it anyway. There's so many things that I regret in my life, so many places where I wish I could have been stronger, for myself and my family. You have that in you, and it won't go away. If anything, I'm envious.' Rafe shook his head, face blank. If she didn't believe that, something was up. His eyes met and held hers, unforgiving in their honesty.
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 24, 2010 12:52:13 GMT 12
Gabrielle let him take her hands, feeling the surprisingly soft skin of his hands. Green eyes met his, seeing in their depths his honesty and the envy he spoke of. She blew out with a sigh. "I believe you Rafe. But theres somethings you cant change, even though you tried your hardest. And it hurts. It fucking hurts, but its just how things are meant to be i suppose." She could feel the cold biting into her pale skin but she shook it off. "I already know that you wouldnt have let them go without a fight, without trying your best." Her eyes were urgent, urging him to believe her as she had to him. Her head cocked to the side slightly, flaming red hair falling over her bare shoulders, contrasting with her eyes portraying her emotions.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 24, 2010 13:06:05 GMT 12
He belived what she said, but that still didn't get rid of any guilt he had. 'No, I didn't. I fucking stood back and watched them die. Hell, even worse than that, I could have done something. I should have done something, but I didn't. I fucking stood by.' He growled, furious with himself, his words harsh. Standing abruptly, he turned and paced away, uncaring that she would see almost every one of his scars, the huge white lines that covered his back and sides. There weren't as many on his front, and they were less noticible, like the one on his face, but these screamed for attention. Taking a deep breath through clenched teeeth, he ran a hand through his hair, the black and blonde mass bouncing back to it's style as soon as his hand passed through. Yeah, fucking brilliant way to make her trust him.
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