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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 30, 2014 4:45:08 GMT
Kneeling to retrieve her gun, she tucked it into the waistband of her camouflaged, baggy military pants. "Don' tell me what I do and don't mean. I was being faithful. That didn't mean I didn't still love y-" Tears burst in her eyes, filling them before she had the chance to grit her teeth and fight the onflow. Had everything she'd felt these few years been wrong - to love so secretely? Jasmin ducked her head to avoid his reaction.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 5:00:00 GMT
"Jasmin."He breathed with such serene pain, as tears fell away. Though with such valiant efforts, did it dissipate into a whisper of her name. He took a step back for a moment, only to reach in. His arms suddenly wrapping around her waist, as if to pull her into an embrace. As if to comfort her, though he hadn't expected. "I never mean't it like that." "I'm sorry.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 30, 2014 5:09:22 GMT
Once he had his arms around her, and only then did she exhale, a woosh of a sob escaping her lips. She sank into his arms, melting into them completely unlike she had at their first meeting.
"'M getting make-up and snot on your shirt." Jasmin murmured through the fabric that covered his chest, a tiny whiff of a chuckle loosening. The tiny remark shied her tears away.
She shook away the sadness by prodding her finger against his shoulder. "You get more an' more beautiful the older you get." She draped her arms loosely around his neck. Her birthday was sooner than soon; in mere days.
She wasn't prepared to spend it alone.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 5:33:18 GMT
"Make up is the least of my worries." "I appreciate it, Jasmin."
Nixon nodded in hesitant appreciation. Their quick outburst starving the conversation into light agony. Though with such elegance, did the rebel keep stern. Arms placed gently at both of her sides. Keeping still, while he glanced down. Attempting to place another smile upfront. "I can;t say camo looks good on you." "Though you're beautiful as always."
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 30, 2014 5:43:33 GMT
Mouth setting in a thin line to keep from spewing anything else, only then did Jasmin blink out of her bleak sadness. "I feel beautiful-" She whispered, afraid to say it too loudly. Dropping her arms from him, she took off, making a beeline for the woods. "Let's go t' the creek!" She crowed, just as a soldier wouldn't.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jun 30, 2014 6:19:43 GMT
As she had sprinted off, did the rebel glance over. A light skip in his step, and he couldn't help but sigh. Yet again would she would have herself sent into a flurry of adventure. Wandering off to a place that simply called her name. Yet with such a calling, came competition. With that, the rebel trailed after her. Making a simple run, following her trace. "I haven't been here a day Jasmin." "And you want to go to the creek?" "Boy have I seen better days." Nixon croaked in amusement.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jun 30, 2014 15:12:29 GMT
She ran in a flurry of debris, feet snagging on twigs and winding weeds. Jasmin halted feet away from the milky water of the creek, its purity snagged from the explosion those months ago. Jasmin toed her boot, yanking it off with ease, and then the other.
Seating herself on a !ow rock, out of breath and empowered, she let her feet rest in the cool water.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 2, 2014 6:23:31 GMT
Upon catching up, the rebel stopped. Only but about a couple meters from afar, did he stare. For a moment, he glanced around, looking at the surrounding area in memory. Though while he turned back, only to notice Jasmin. Simply ankles deep in cold water, seated on a rock. Did he seat himself on another, at the edge of the creek. "Quite odd isn't it." "How things have changed."
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 2, 2014 15:23:38 GMT
"Very." She quipped, tentative to get into her recent problems. Jasmin offered her hand to the rebel, the enemy. It was deeply calloused, as it always had been.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 3, 2014 5:50:11 GMT
"Oh no Jasmin, no thank you. I'm not really prepared to get wet, whether it be on purpose or not."
Nixon chuckled, as he hadn't reached for her hand. He kept himself seated, on the edge of the river, staring at her with the shake of his head and a softened sigh. For a moment he turned away, glancing down the stream, both hands tied neatly in one lap.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 3, 2014 13:37:11 GMT
"Of course," Jasmin responded carefully, dipping and swirling her big toe around the ashy , dank water, "We should go do somethin.'" Her pale head dropped back to glance carefully at him, eyes wide and clear.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 3, 2014 18:22:09 GMT
She wove her way between the rocks, kneeling in front of Nixon as if she were about to murmur to him all the world's deepest secrets. "Nixon, will you run away with me? I have money." It looked painful, her bare feet against the pumiced, rocky ground. "Jus' trust me." Jasmin's voice held strength and optimism. Her eyes were huge, more hopeful than a small child's. She'd done this before; and how much easier would it be with two?
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 5, 2014 7:12:39 GMT
"Runaway?"Nixon questioned the other, his gaze shifting as a brow furrowed in thought. At first he thought this to be a joke, a mere cliche lie from a movie. Though while he stared, truth came to reality. There had been no joking set to the stake, though while he continued to stare, did he see the hurt in her eyes. The cautious love and twisted hope. A long lost love, suddenly revived by means of her husbands death. For a moment, a single moment, Nixon questioned it. He questioned if what they had was true, if she truly loved him. Or was she relying on him? As a footing for her husbands tumble, rather-- was it she was telling the truth. Jasmin for sure hadn't been the most sane of folk, though to the rebel. It was important, she was important. Yet in all, while he loved her, he wasn't sure. To him, there had been to much time since he left, and a lot, can happen in even just a few days. The rebel raised a false grin, chuckling as he breathed in with a stubborn huff. "Jasmin, I only just arrived. What would we be running away from." He continued, his tone thick with question, fading away into sympathy. Hoping not to hurt her in any way. "I can assure you, I haven't forgotten about my feelings for you." Nixon halted, then continued. "I still love you, but I can't be to sure." "If you're the still Jasmin I fell in love with."
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 5, 2014 21:04:36 GMT
"This ain't a scare tactic, asshat." Jasmin drawled, lips pushing out as she questioned how to pronounce her idea in the least reckless ways possible. "This ain't me saying it as a lovestruck teenager. This's me wanting to live without being forced into war. This is me not wishin' to be in a coma again!"
Mouth morphing into a silent sigh, she crooked her index finger up at his chin, tipping up his nogin so he'd meet her weary gaze. "We're running from death itself." The eerie vagueness of her words resembled his usual manner, just as she'd hoped for.
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Post by Nixon Rider on Jul 6, 2014 5:55:13 GMT
"And what war would be that. I heard they ended much long ago." Nixon proclaimed, as he did not know of the upcoming fight. Though while in addition, did the rebel ever think that there would be one. And it had been long since, Nixon truly ever gotten himself into trouble. The clique of his, the little gang, suspended. While his whereabouts remained unknown, clearly the man wasn't caught up.
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