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Post by Aden Shawnson on Jan 1, 2009 1:47:22 GMT -8
Aden slipped between the last few people to stand near Peregrine, grinning ear to ear as he pulled Thorn against his side.
"Peregrine, I found her. She's not dead." He said, his voice full of all the joy and awe of these past three months. He grinned down at her, his gaze full of love and true happiness. He had been a chronic flirt before he'd met her, never settling with one girl for more than a couple of weeks. But now he and Thorn had been together for nearly a year. And he had loved every moment of it.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 2, 2009 13:46:26 GMT -8
x Pay my respects to grace and virtue, Send my condolences to good, Give my regards to soul and romance, They always did the best they could. And so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know. Wave goodbye, wish me well, you got to let me go. Are we human, or we dancer? My sign is vital, my hands are cold, And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer: Are we human or are we dancer?
Peregrine turned upon hearing another voice, a very different one from Peter's speak out from the crowd.
"Peregrine, I found her!"
"Excuse me one moment," The prince commented dryly to his enemy, and after casting Meg a quick, amused smile, he turned to the latest speaker. It was Aden, the youth whom he had knighted without permission from his father, whom he had rescued from what he had thought was certain suicide and who had apparently fallen madly in love with a girl, who was certain;y not human.
He looked the couple up and down. They were both a little under dressed, Jack, or whatever her name was, especially, but Aden was grinning from ear to ear like Peregrine hadn't seen since his knighting, if he was even that happy then. His lady somewhat unnerved him, as she had gray-white hair and purple eyes, not to mention her looking about as foreign to him as an Egyptian. But, being in an extremely good mood, he took little notice of her differences, but smiled politely, while pointedly ignoring Peter until further notice, and said,
"Really? Didn't she fall off a cliff of something?" His manners were slipping, but he wasn't paying them much attention and Aden, from what he had seen of him, wasn't exactly the most cordial and courteous man in the world. "I'm sorry," He said, but it was not an apology: it was merely an introduction. "I don't think we've been introduced." He looked down at Meg for a moment, in an expression of safety, hoping to convey that these were friends and not relatives.
I did my best to notice, When the call came down the line, I was brought, but I was kind. And sometimes I get nervous, When I see an open door. Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord. Are we human, or we dancer? My sign is vital, my hands are cold, And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer: Are we human or dancer? Will your system will all right, When you dream of home tonight? There is no message we're receiving, Let me know if your heart's still beating...
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Word Count: 290 Listening to: Nothing, at the moment, but I should really put on some YouTube music. Mood: Happy, the sun is going in and out and there's a tiny chance of rain. Notes: Terrible post on my part, bleck...
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Post by Meg Serras on Jan 2, 2009 14:02:38 GMT -8
Meg smiled nervously back at Peregrine and stuck close to his side as he greeted the strange couple. Her gray-hazel eyes took in their travel-stained appearance and the grin on the youth's face. She transfered her gaze to the woman at his side and noted her odd appearance.
"No, I don't think we have." Meg said in response to Peregrine's response, still studying the couple while still extremely aware of Peter's presence nearby. The young man blushed a little and ran a hand through his messy golden hair with a sheepish smile. That amused Meg and she smiled at them, they seemed to be regular people. If Scoalite warriors could be called regular.
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