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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:17 pm
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Of all the people in all the world, Bastion was not expecting Mjoll, Mjoll, the jewel of the death clan in his not so humble opinion, to find him in his bush. There was no embarrassment over his living situations, simply shock. Even though he heard her there, speaking directly to him, he remained hidden in the shrub, staring up at her with a look of complete and utter awe.
His brain was broken.
His words would not come.
Because after so many years, Mjoll, the star of his dreams and fantasies, was simply coming up to him as if he was someone of worth. As if he was.. was..
He was losing consciousness.
The shrub shook briefly before the thud was heard.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:43 pm
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The clip to his ear did, indeed, wake him up. With pain. He let out a yeowch, hopping up completely out of his bush, and staring openly at his fellow horseman. He looked down at the boot that was poking him, and then immediately flicked his ear, pulling the pin off.
Oh.. that.. that game he signed up for. Right. She was.. oh. Oh. He slumped, melting in sudden squishy feelings of joy.
"You pinned me." He gushed, holding the pin as if it was the rarest of treasures. He only wished he could return the offer, but she was not his target.
Oh.. but he wanted her to be.
"Mjoll." He sighed long and deep, and gave her a goofy smile. She was too close, and looking right at him - she was aware of his presence. All the blood rushed to his head.
"Mjoll, please go to the scareling's promenade custom with me." It was a whisper, without much thought behind it. Maybe he'd dreamed of asking her previously, and assumed this, too, was a dream.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:00 pm
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A pin came slowly sneaking out from the shrub, after a quick shuffle to find it.
"Good luck, Mjoll. I am certain you will excel and achieve great victory."
She made great points, and of course, was absolutely right. But Bastion was, deep down, quite the drama queen. "I should hope not, these scarelings are no match for your beauty and prowess," The shrub crooned sadly. "They cannot hold a candle to you, Mjoll."
Then he went silent, because it was the most information he'd ever offered her concerning how he felt. And it was too much. He wondered if this was a burning bush.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:12 pm
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