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Post by floysirius on Aug 26, 2009 21:31:34 GMT -5
"Alex." David says, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Have you met my friend Carmine?" Carmine is looking at Amaranth, nodding when her name is spoken, but not really taking it into account, which is unusual for the social butterfly. "No." Alex says, finally taking his eyes away from Amaranth, who has begun to feel the weight of the stare herself, and is somewhat relived to be free of his scrutinizing eyes.
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Post by mikisohma on Aug 26, 2009 21:36:06 GMT -5
it's nice to meet you Alex my name is Carmine and this is my twin sister Amaranth
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Post by floysirius on Aug 26, 2009 21:55:08 GMT -5
Alex smiles, in a quiet and sad way, that barely touches his lips for an instant, and then disappears before you are even sure of what you saw, or if it was really there at all. He is radiant. Amaranth is dimly aware of her sister and David, though the all-too-familiar resentment shoots through her for the instant after her backhanded introduction. Amaranth is unsure of why, the fact that her sister spared her another tedious introduction, bothers her so. It doesn't usually make her feel worse, since she generally despises meaningless social graces of this sort, and it is unjust to be vexed with Carmine for simply doing what is expected of her. However, she can not shake the unfounded feeling that she has been robbed of something, in Carmine's taking the liberty in making Amaranth's introduction for her. I can speak for myself, Carmine. Amaranth shoots the angry mental message out to Carmine without meaning to do so.
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Post by mikisohma on Aug 26, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
really? you are never social with anyone but me
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Post by floysirius on Aug 26, 2009 22:02:59 GMT -5
Amaranth knows that her sister is right, and that she, herself, is being unfair, but she still finds herself angry with Carmine, for no reason whatsoever.
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Post by floysirius on Aug 27, 2009 18:35:34 GMT -5
Alex is studying Amaranth, and as if she had said it aloud, Alex smiles crookedly, and charmingly, when the only thought that is in Amaranth's mind is "God, he's hot..." Amaranth fights the embarrassment, at the thought of anyone hearing her thoughts, and just as she is attempting to block access to the mind probe boy, images of the two of them, Alex and Amaranth, intertwined in ecstasy, flash through Amaranth's mind, without her intention, and the thoughts seem foreign, even in her mind. She is repulsed by this notion, and every image sickened her. Alex is watching her every change in expression, with some curiosity brewing behind his mischievous eyes. Hmm...Well, that's a first. Amaranth's eyes widen at the voice in her head, so clear. Alex was communicating with her through thought projection and mind mapping of some sort, and she hadn't anything but the heat of her own anger to possibly defend herself with.
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Post by floysirius on Aug 27, 2009 18:46:35 GMT -5
Amaranth fought against the images, hating Alex for the way he had abused her mentally, tortured her with such impossible, disgusting images. He looked to be struggling too, and with the searing wave of mental hatred she had just directed in his direction, Alex seemed startled. It was like someone had slapped him in the face, the way he stared at Amaranth, confusion, and then a cold look, which left Amaranth feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of ice upon her head. Alex's silent anger wasn't simply charming like the rest of him was; it was beautiful, godly wrath, and all so frightening, awe inspiring at the very same time. She loved him then, and hated him, with such a crushing intensity she nearly cried out in some powerful emotion, be it shock or love or hatred, she wasn't certain. Alex was staring back at her with a strange look, calculating something, an expression which had no place on a face as young as his own, and seeming to find a wall somewhere, the look left him, and the youthful charm returned to his face. Amaranth couldn't form words, and he too seemed lost in the shared moment, which no one would understand. That was sad to Amaranth, to have yet another thing that she could never share, or begin to describe with her sister, even though Carmine had far more experience in the ways of the heart, having been the heart and soul of her adoptive family, her friends, and the world, it seemed.
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