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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Dec 5, 2009 18:48:43 GMT
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Dorian looked at the floor as Charlotte sorted out his clothes and hair. He feared that if he looked into her beautiful eyes then he would want to kiss her again badly but he knew he couldn’t do that. He knew Charlotte wouldn’t want to kiss him while she was sober so it was a seriously bad idea to even consider doing anything. She seemed quite civil about the whole thing, like she didn’t really mind, or she didn’t blame Dorian for it which was good and he didn’t want that to change. He watched her gently sit down and smiled to himself, glad she wasn’t leaving just yet. She obviously wasn’t very cross with him.
When Dorian had finished he looked in the mirror and grimaced. His eyes were red and bloodshot and the rest of his skin was horribly pale. He looked seriously bad. “Sorry about that.” He said slowly as he walked into the room and rubbing his head carefully as he sat down by her. He had never felt this ill and hung over before and he began to wonder why he had been so affected by it. He had heard what she had said before though and felt flattered by it. “I’m glad I could be of assistance.” He said, not wanting to hug her in case she found it a bit weird and he felt too dizzy to move anyway. He wasn’t going to show that though.
Dorian listened to her stuttered and felt sorry for her. She was so confused and she didn’t know what to do so Dorian was going to make the decision for her. He gently cupped her skin to make her look at him. “Hey I understand.” He said and smiled softly at her. “You need some time to think it over don’t you? You can have all the time in which you need but I could change for you.” He stopped, unable to believe he just said that he would change for a girl but he guessed that it was true.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Dec 5, 2009 18:50:48 GMT
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Dorian didn’t look very well, she could tell that much. She could see the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. She took hold of his hand, holding it with strength and sat him down on the bed, sitting beside him and holding it still, not daring to let go; she didn’t want to let go of his hand. It was warm in her frankly freezing hands and she liked how his hand fitted hers perfectly, like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. It was almost like they were meant to be together and she really didn’t want to let go of him, just in case she lost him in the process. He was opening up to her and she was so frightened he would clam up again, back to his old self that met her in the corridor, the jerk that she never should have fallen for from a great height. She was holding onto his hand because she was scared of how high up she was now, scared she was going to be dropped like the various other girls he had been with.
She couldn’t stop the small smile that fell on her face as he answered her. She gently edged closer to him on the bed and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him gently, before edging away again, letting go of his hand and letting her eyes fall to the ground. She really had to stop doing this. She had never wanted to be drunk before, but last night, she just had to drink. To relax and let him kiss her. But now, she just couldn’t do it.
Charlotte place a hand over his hands on her face, watching his eyes as he spoke to her. She smiled back at him, feeling herself moving forward without conscious thought. She just wanted to be closer to him. She made to kiss him, but stopped, breaking away from him and rushing to the door, pulling it open. “I’m sorry!” she shouted, letting the door slam behind her as she rushed to her own room.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Dec 5, 2009 18:52:28 GMT
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