Gypsy
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 31, 2012 18:32:46 GMT -5
She froze in the doorway, gripping the doorjamb. It took her a minute to calm herself down enough to turn to look at him. "I didn't think I was, Cor. I didn't wanna be. It's why I went with Conlon." She paused a moment, clearing her throat because her voice had cracked with barely controlled emotion. "But all I proved was that I want you somethin' fierce."
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Corsair
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Post by Corsair on Jan 31, 2012 18:43:52 GMT -5
When Gypsy spoke Corsair folded his arms and let out a sigh, moving his smoke between his fingers. "Want you too you crazy broad, I just need time." To get over his mad, to get over this gnawing feeling inside him to punch one of his best friends. He didn't want to fight Spot, he was smart enough to know the odds were he'd end up with ice on his face at the pub-- same as Tristan and Spot were after the Rae thing.
"Cause I'm tryin really hard not to go punch one a my best mates over you when I got no right too."
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 31, 2012 19:27:09 GMT -5
Hearing that made her brow quirk upwards and she tilted her head, regarding him. "You...wanna punch Spot? Over me?" In the backwards, twisted ways of Brooklyn...that was one of the best compliments she'd ever been given.
She made her way towards him slowly, putting a hand on his arm. "I'll be in my room. If you need me." She leaned up, brushing her lips across his lightly, letting them linger there a moment. Then she back away, met his eyes briefly, and turned and headed out and up the stairs to her room on the third floor.
She hoped he would come to her, even just to show her he wasn't mad anymore.
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Post by Corsair on Jan 31, 2012 21:38:12 GMT -5
When she let he ran his hand over his face and glared out the window before he left the house-- he needed to work off some of this temper before he went back to talk to her. Somehow he'd manage. Christ all mighty, "Startin' ta understand why Bucky drinks so damn much," he muttered before he vanished into the streets.
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Post by Gypsy on Jan 31, 2012 21:40:38 GMT -5
Well into the night, Gypsy sat beside her window, smoking her umpteenth cigarette and waiting. She kept trying to drown out the voice in her head that told her he wasn't coming. That she wasn't worth coming back to.
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