Aspasia - near DC - 5/27/07 - I of I
Yep we are out of sequence - this is a current-day entry. Just a snapshot. :)
The Amazon's eyes shift slightly from left to right as she reads again one passage of the letter before her.
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...he and his son were planning a walk about of some length in the coming months to research more theories of the Gangrel artifacts they possess. It would not surprise me that they have taken this time prior to leaving for planning. I have not made an effort to contact them just yet. For when they prepare to leave, they have extended an invitation for me to join them.
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There was a time when I would have heard of this from his lips first.
The fingers of her right hand lift to trace over her lower lip out of habit, when deep in thought. And, Aspasia leans against the stone railing of the patio, looking up at the stars twinkling high above in the moon-dark night.
*And they ask her. They do not extend the offer to you.*
*He does not want you. He wants your daughter.*
For a moment, jealousy flares in the Amazon's soul. Anger, betrayal. Hurt.
And she locks it away.
No less than I deserve. Is it, Dallas?
And he is there, tall, his face hidden in shadows under the brim of his hat. He doesn't look at the stars, but rather studies her face.
His hand reaches up to touch along her cheek. Traces fingers along her neck, then follows the line down her leather necklace, pausing to caress the curve of her breast.
"You can earn his love, Luna.
You know what must be done."
The Amazon's eyes shift slightly from left to right as she reads again one passage of the letter before her.
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...he and his son were planning a walk about of some length in the coming months to research more theories of the Gangrel artifacts they possess. It would not surprise me that they have taken this time prior to leaving for planning. I have not made an effort to contact them just yet. For when they prepare to leave, they have extended an invitation for me to join them.
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There was a time when I would have heard of this from his lips first.
The fingers of her right hand lift to trace over her lower lip out of habit, when deep in thought. And, Aspasia leans against the stone railing of the patio, looking up at the stars twinkling high above in the moon-dark night.
*And they ask her. They do not extend the offer to you.*
*He does not want you. He wants your daughter.*
For a moment, jealousy flares in the Amazon's soul. Anger, betrayal. Hurt.
And she locks it away.
No less than I deserve. Is it, Dallas?
And he is there, tall, his face hidden in shadows under the brim of his hat. He doesn't look at the stars, but rather studies her face.
His hand reaches up to touch along her cheek. Traces fingers along her neck, then follows the line down her leather necklace, pausing to caress the curve of her breast.
"You can earn his love, Luna.
You know what must be done."