Echo ([info]echo_my_words) wrote,
@ 2007-04-24 05:38:00
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Entry tags:beginning, dawna and echo, in the beginning, meeting edward, past

Oh look, it's a blast from OUR past...


((All of this blast from the past stuff has left Laura and I saying "I really want to see how they met, since they never talk about it." and well... Echo promised to play it out as it happened, so, here we go.))


Her eyes fluttered open, and she raised an eyebrow as she saw a girl laying beside her. That was beyond wrong. The only person who should be beside her was... She froze and looked around. Oh god, she recognized the room, just as she recognized the girl who was laying beside her. That girl who used to be her. She raised a hand to her hair and twirled the long dark locks around her fingers... wait, long DARK locks?

She sat up and looked in the mirror that was over the small dresser in the room, her eyes wide. Blue. Well, that at least was normal. Dark hair. Delicate features. She lay back down and turned toward... Dawna. If she didn't look like the other girl, nor did she feel like the other girl, could she technically be Dawna? She thought about Collin, the boy who Dawna cried over and only felt a vague anger. She thought about New York, and nearly laughed. London was her home.

Realization dawned. And then the other girl opened her eyes. The blonde blinked at her, and her look was curious, but not scared. "What's your name?" Dawna asked and she opened her mouth and said "Echo" without hesitation.

"You are an echo of me?" Dawna asked.

She shook her head, laughing. "No, I am an echo of him."

She didn't stay long, she simply gathered one set of clothing, did her hair quickly and set off down the alleys of London to find the man who's soul called hers. She knew she'd find him eventually.


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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 11:07 am UTC (link)
Edward yawned as he walked across the streets of London. He was bored, so unbelievably bored he was actually contemplating spilling blood, getting into a fight simply because he could and it would actually bring some excitement to his otherwise dull morning. Several people stopped and stared as he walked by, the barely restrained emotions spilling over. He met several people's wide eyed stares with the mere raise of an eyebrow - it wasn't as if he was covered in blood or anything! He laughed to himself, shook his head and carried, unsure of where he was going and why but trusting something to find him eventually.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 11:20 am UTC (link)
She was wandering. She wasn't even really focused on where to go, she simply knew she must get there, and soon. Wherever he was, because that was the only thing that would ease the ache she felt. It was the only thing that would make her able to breathe fully.

He hadn't been brutal with Dawna, not really. He'd been almost gentle, and she had no idea how she knew that other than that she absolutely was an echo of him. She knew the darkness of him, and she thrilled at the very idea of his hands and his danger, his barely restrained brutality. She wanted it, she needed it. She would have it, one way or another.

She caught something on the air, a slight buzzing feeling, and she turned the direction of it. He was close, and he was getting closer by the second.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 01:41 pm UTC (link)
He sighed deeply as he turned into an alleyway, seeking the short cut to the next street. His blade pushed up against his chest, the coolness of it seeping through the lining of his pocket and through his shirt, the weight glorious and familiar against him. He closed his eyes as he walked, and he knew it would probably seem to everyone that he wasn't paying attention but all his senses were finely attuned to the world around him - he knew exactly what was happening and where.

His mind drifted back to last night and he laughed - it had been fun, really fun. He had seduced her and had left her wanting more - the tears far more of an aphrodisiac than the actual act itself. Did she really think he would stay around? The very thought was laughable. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, frowning a little as his eyes darted around trying to find the source of the disturbance, and there was one, put why he couldn't quite tell. There was something familiar, and yet not...

He shrugged and continued to walk, guessing that whatever it was would find him soon enough.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 05:34 pm UTC (link)
She finally caught sight of him, smirking a little as he laughed. She could almost read his thoughts. She watched him open his eyes and look around, and when he'd finally started to walk again, she stepped out of the shadows. "Edward," she said softly, knowing that even if there were a gale-force wind, he would hear her. She was suddenly just the tiniest touch nervous, and that made her angry.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 06:00 pm UTC (link)
He stopped at the sound of his name, frowning deeply. He was pretty sure there was no one in this city who would want to engage him in conversation long enough to remember him (or didn't get the chance to remember anyone ever again once they'd become acquainted with his knife) He sniffed the air, long, closing his eyes and turning around and when he opened them he was face to face with a woman who looked awfully like... except not. "Do I know you?" he said, his voice gruff, he didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. Not in this state.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 06:15 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you know me," she smirked, "and if you don't recognize me, well then, I suggest you look closer." She stepped closer to him and reached her hand up, unable to stop herself. She cupped his cheek, not understanding why, really, but needing to touch him. She knew how dangerous that might be, but she needed to do it, and once she was touching him, her body calmed, just a little.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 06:27 pm UTC (link)
His brows furrowed in confusion and the stirrings of anger at her words; "I know who you look like, but you're not. Sister? She fucking deserved everything she got, so you can turn around and get the fuck out of my sight" he growled, his growl getting lower as she touched him, his eyes flashing with danger as he reached up and grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from him, his grip like iron; "I suggest you don't do that again if you value your life"

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 06:37 pm UTC (link)
She raise her eyebrows. "Look. Closer," she said, her accent sounding quite like his, only... well, feminine. "And if you're smart, you'll listen as well. There are clues you're usually astute enough to catch that your emotions are making you miss, Edward." His growl made her shiver a little, not with fear, but with desire. She smirked at him. "Is that supposed to scare me? I find the idea of you hurting me rather erotic, actually." She looked into his eyes. "As far as being her sister? Not exactly..." She left it at that.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 06:50 pm UTC (link)
He stopped and actually looked, things clicking into place except he wasn't really listening to them, nor really wanting to believe them. There was so much of him in the woman opposite him that it was almost unnerving. Almost. "Not scare, it's meant to get you the fuck away, now shut up, turn around and leave!" he almost shivered at her words about him hurting her and the desire that settled into her eyes making him almost wish that she would stay. "Not sister, then what?" his eyes narrowed and he tightened the hold on her wrist.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 07:01 pm UTC (link)
She dropped her voice low, her eyes darkening with deeper desire. "You know, Edward? If you're trying to convince me to leave, you're doing a very poor job. The angrier you get, the more you hurt me, the more I want to stay." She matched the look on her face to the one on his, letting him understand further. "Well, that's an interesting question, really. Last night, Dawna Heath fell asleep... and this morning she awoke with a part of herself living and breathing beside her. Perhaps her Catholic guilt couldn't let her be even remotely okay with having fucked a psychopath. Or perhaps it's just that she liked it so much... I'm sure that's unsettling for a child." She laughed quietly, moaning softly as he tightened his grip. "Either way? I'm the result. But, honestly, I'm much less like her than like you, if you hadn't realized."

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 07:14 pm UTC (link)
He listened to her, really listened and had he been a normal person with normal goals and a normal life he might not have understood. But the more she spoke, the more he picked up little similarities between himself and her. Had he not already been a set free from another man, and the fact they shared a body, he might not have understood - but he was, and he did. All too well. He struggled to keep his emotions under control and when she finally finished he simply looked at her, for once at a loss for words.

This was really disconcerting now, except it was oddly familiar. Almost like if someone meets a kindred spirit, and there was no doubt that she was. Or maybe she was as she said...

"Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to leave?" he was annoyed now. Annoyed at her and annoyed at himself because of the fact that whilst he said he wanted to go he really didn't and she would no doubt know that. He had to supress another shiver as she moaned, growling long and low.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 07:25 pm UTC (link)
She let out a low, almost cold laugh. Much like she could still hear in her ears from his time with Dawna. "I'm going to go wherever you go," she said, smirking. "I'll stalk you if I must. But you don't really want me to leave, Edward, and so I won't." She smiled at his growl and met it with her own. "What bothers you more, love?" she asked, "That you want me, or that youw want me to touch you? That you find me attractive, or that you find me familiar?" She knew it was unsettling. It was unsettling to her as well, but god, she wanted him. She wanted to have him pin her to the wall and slam home into her body in one thrust. She wanted him to be brutal with her. To be himself, in every way.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 07:49 pm UTC (link)
Her laugh made the anger spike in him and her smirk even more; "Maybe I don't want you to follow me. Maybe I don't want you anywhere near me. Maybe I don't want you..." his hand reached into his pocket and tightened around the handle of his knife - this was calming, this was safe and familiar and everything that this wasn't. He pushed down every emotion that had started to surface within him except the anger and the annoyance - these were the only ones that would serve him and he knew this. He didn't want to feel this...this, this was weakness and he growled at it. He let the coolness slip over him slowly, focused on his breathing and turned around, forcing his legs to start walking.

It wasn't the fact really that he wanted her, because he did, and he'd felt that before - it was the strength of the want he felt for her, and the other emotions that came with that want. "Then I'll leave" he snarled, bringing the knife out of his pocket and palming it, almost desperate for something that was safe.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 08:10 pm UTC (link)
She took another step toward him, he free hand reaching between his legs, her eyebrows raising. "You can say that... but I didn't think you a liar. In fact, I think my favorite part about you is that you are brutally honest... are you going to become a liar simply because you are uncomfortable?" She felt him reach for his knife, and smirked. "My, but we are unsure of ourselves today, are we not?" she said, laughing again as he turned to walk away.

"Leave, if you can," she said with a smirk. "When you find yourself unable to walk any further, just call for me. I'll hear you, no matter where I am." She laughed and turned away, tossing over her shoulder, "My name is Echo. You know, if you want to know what name to call out when you're fucking a thousand women to rid yourself of the feelings you're having." She could almost feel the knife in her own hand, her breath catching just a little.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 08:18 pm UTC (link)
He bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning as she brushed over him, his hips moving towards that touch even as he tried to stop them from doing so; "I'm not a liar...nor am I uncomfortable" he spat through clenched teeth as he struggled to get a grip on himself. He tightened the grip on his knife, attempting to ground himself.

He forced himself to keep walking, the hardness between his legs painful and uncomfortable, the pressure in his stomach even more so. He had to keep walking, had to rid himself of everything that wasn't completely nothing. E

Echo...

He growled once more and at her last words he spun around, rushing her, pinning her up against the wall, his grip hard. He levelled the knife at his throat, his eyes a little wild as he looked over her; "Is this what you want? Really? You want to die? Because I could. Easily. And you would just be another one in a list of many, Echo" he spat, his voice dangerous, his body tight.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 08:25 pm UTC (link)
"Liar," she murmured. "And not even a good one." She laughed quietly. "Of course, if you want to continue to lie to yourself, you do that. I'm sure it makes you feel better, somehow."

She inhaled sharply as he pinned her, smiling at the knife at her throat. "Yes, this is what I want, Edward. What is it YOU want?" She put her head back against the wall and laughed. "You won't kill me. You are too intrigued by the need you're feeling. You want to know WHY, and you'll never find out if you kill me. So fuck me. Fuck me and see if it eases the precious ache. Hold your knife to my throat and teach me how controlled you are. Make me learn who's really in control. You want to, and I want you to. I can even beg, if it will help."

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 08:34 pm UTC (link)
"I'm NOT lying" he growled, annoyed at her for provoking him and him for feeling this way. Whatever this way was.

He brought his face right up to hers, his breathing deep, hard as his eyes wandered over her, and he was surprised at how...right it felt to have her there, in that moment, against the wall with his knife to her throat. He pushed the thoughts away quickly but they still niggled there in the corner, refusing to go away no matter how much he did (and didn't) want them to. He felt the heat settle in his stomach, and lower, hot and heavy and painful against her.

"Beg was all he said, the knife moving from her throat, the blade splitting her shirt down the middle with such cool precision before he moved it away, his eyes moving across her body hungrily, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Yes he wanted her, desperately so, but he couldn't understand why - yes she was attractive, but it was more...so much more than that.

And that unnerved him.

He worked on her trousers, undoing them, hissing a little as the blade nicked his skin, causing blood to run down his arm as he pushed her trousers down. He didn't care who was watching, who could walk past at any moment, he only cared about this and proving to himself that he didn't need her as much as he obviously did.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 09:00 pm UTC (link)
"As you say, then," she said, still laughing. She really couldn't help it... It was so funny to her that someone that brutally honest had to lie to himself.

She moaned softly, the press of his body feeling perfect there against her. The hard jut of his cock making her shiver a little with want. "It does," she said, the closeness of his body letting her almost read his mind.

She looked at his mouth as he said the word, a low groan slipping out of her mouth. "Please, Edward. Please hurt me, fuck me, use your knife against my skin..." She moaned as he cut her shirt. "Take me, OWN me if you wish, just don't deny me. Please."

She let him take control, knowing he wouldn't appreciate her help. Knowing he needed this so that he could feel and know. So that he wouldn't question later. She heard him hiss and knew that he'd cut himself lightly. She took his hand and licked the blood away, moaning roughly as she did. She pressed her lips around the small cut, sucking hard, wanting more of his blood, wanting to taste him in every way.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 09:16 pm UTC (link)
He felt the anger spike again as she continued to laugh at him, the voice mocking in his ears, making himself get more and more worked up no matter how he tried to calm himself - the bloodlust rising with each moment.

He did shiver as she moaned, his eyes widenening and his brows creasing at her words; "How did you...?" he managed to get out. This was getting more unsettling by the minute but he didn't think he'd ever been so hard as he was now.

He couldn't stop the moan this time as she brought his hand to her mouth and sucked, hissing loudly in the quiet of the alleyway. God he wanted her, so much. Pushing her underwear down he worked on his trousers, pushing them down too, pulling his underwear down enough to free himself, a low moan escaping.

He nipped and sucked down her jawline and neck, moving across her breasts, sucking through the fabric and letting his teeth graze a little. "Beg" he hissed again, his breath catching a little despite himself as he continued his path lower sucking hard against her skin before straightening himself up.

He couldn't wait, and pushed himself up to her entrance, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning, his eyes dark as he watched her, his knife making shallow cuts in her shoulders, the blade tracing her collarbone.

"Beg..." he said a third time, needing to hear her, needing to understand.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 09:53 pm UTC (link)
"I can feel you, can hear you," she said, wanting to touch him, but knowing he'd growl. "I told you, I'm much more like you... an echo of you." She arched her hips a little against him.

His moan made her eyes flutter closed, the feel of his rough hands pulling her underwear down making her gasp a little. She felt him free himself and growled quietly. She needed him. He needed her.

She whimpered a little at the feeling of him moving over her neck and jaw, his teeth sharp against her. "Please," she said roughly, her voice very much pleading. She moaned roughly.

Every cut against her shoulder made her wetter. Every movement he made made her moan and whimper more. Every second he was pressed against her made her want to wrap her arms tight around him and make him hers, as she was already his.

"Please," she moaned. "Please, Edward. Please, fuck me. Please. Hurt me, make me bleed for you, please..." She whimpered the last word fully, her need driving her almost mad. "I need you."

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 10:03 pm UTC (link)
"But how? I don't even..." he really was,/i> confused now but all such thoughts were rapidlybeing lost to the lust that ran through his veins - hot and so overwhelming. He growled as she arched her hips towards him, trying to make his own stay where they were.

The noises she was making made him harder if that was possible, and he was so close to losing the control he probably never had in the first place and that itself was unnerving as everything else. The fact that was so like him, in so many ways. Her pleas made him shiver, and his cuts got deeper the more she begged, the more the pressure built within him until he entered her with one thrust, the pace fast, hard, so impossibly deep.

"God..." he growled, trying to keep his face as straight as possible but it was almost possible.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 10:30 pm UTC (link)
"I don't KNOW how," she growled, "I don't CARE, all I know is this is how it's supposed to be. I am supposed to be right here, your cock against me, your knife hurting me, your anger making me moan. Who cares WHY or HOW? It is what it is, and questioning it just wastes our fucking time." She arched harder against him. "You want to move. You need to. You need me as much as I need you and you'll drive yourself mad if you don't take me soon."

As he slammed into her, she cried out softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, the arch of her hips pulling him deeper. "More," she said breathlessly. "Harder. Make it hurt. Make me scream." She moved forward just enough to sink her teeth into his neck, hard. She moaned roughly as she sucked the blood that rose up in the bite.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-24 10:37 pm UTC (link)
He still didn't get it but he couldn't deny that most of what she said was true even as much as he did try to deny it, that he wanted her so much it hurt. He growled as she did, pushed so close to her body he was going to drive himself mad if he didn't take her.

He grit his teeth as he continued to slam into her, pushing up into her, the scrape of her body against the brickwork deafening in his ears along with her moans. He wanted more, he needed more, needed to hear her, and feel her and he needed to taste her.

He moaned deeply as she bit him, the pain making his pleasure spike hard, his eyes screwing closed. It had never been like this, the pain, the brutality of it all. And God he craved it, he knew this now. There hadn't been anyone who could do this before, he hadn't been so close to losing all his self control as he was now...hadn't wanted to be this willing as he was now.

And the thought scared him and excited him in turns.

He brought his mouth up to the cuts he had made, sucking hard, his teeth tearing hard into the wound, making them deeper, pushing himself deeper, harder - no doubt brusing the both of him but he needed more.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-04-24 11:20 pm UTC (link)
She hissed a little as her back scraped across the bricks, the feeling hightening the sensation. His moan made her arch harder against him. "Fuck," she said against his skin, biting more, her teeth sinking deeper into his skin. She could feel the way he was close to losing control. She could feel him holding on by the thinest thread.

His teeth in the cuts made her cry out loudly, the bruising, pounding movements making her breath catch. "Yes," she said softly, then louder, "yes... yes, Edward, please..." Her body shook hard and she went tight around him. "Fuck," she said tightly, crying out again, hardly able to breathe.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-04-25 12:20 am UTC (link)
He growled as she hissed, smirking at her pain, needing more himself. He leaned into her bite, his eyes closing as she bit deeper, moaning loudly, his breath catching as he pounded into her, so very close to the edge.

He continued his movements until finally with a loud, hoarse cry he came, his body jerking hard - his breathing hard and fast, unable to get it into his lungs as he buried his head into her shoulder.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-05-12 07:08 am UTC (link)
The growl made her moan sharply, tearing at his skin in an effort to make him lose control.

She didn't hold him, did nothing but kept herself in place by not moving her legs from around his waist. He wouldn't accept her arms around him, holding him tight. Not yet. But when he buried his head in her shoulder, she stroked his hair and kissed his cheek.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-05-13 07:34 pm UTC (link)
He moaned loudly as she drew blood any way she could, the pain almost making his eyes roll back into his head but he caught himself. Who was she? Really? Who was she to draw this...feelings out of him the way she did? What were these feelings that confused and took his breath away? How could she... the thought made him growl.

He almost pulled away as she stroked his hair, the calmness in him almost as unpredictable and confusing as the rest of it.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-05-28 12:01 pm UTC (link)
She watched him, she KNEW exactly what he felt, but she wouldn't explain it. Better to let him discover it all on his own over time. Better to let him know his own mind, and not try to lead him there.

She murmured quietly at him. "What a great bit of ego in a man, to fuck one who says she's an echo of him... is it not like fucking yourself, for all intents and purposes... and yet, not. Because none can deny the feminine form, the twist to the words that is almost American, though still tinged by your accent, the subtle differences that allow me to be just enough not like you to intrigue you." She smirked a little, and laid her head back against the wall. "You are a therapist's wet dream, Edward. It amuses me to think of you ever being analyzed." Not that it would ever happen, but it WAS funny to think about.

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-05-28 08:00 pm UTC (link)
He growled softly as she spoke, but made no attempt to move, still trying to understand who she was and what this was, her words rolling over him slowly; "What can I say... I'm interesting" he murmured, not saying anymore, simply yawning but not moving away which unnerved him more than anything else.

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[info]echo_my_words
2007-06-01 06:19 am UTC (link)
She moaned and shivered a little, her body quivering a little around him as he growled. She laughed softly. "That was my point. You are interesting. And wicked. I'd say evil but I feel the term is overused when it comes to people like us." She smiled a crooked little smile at him as he yawned, her hands running slowly over his shoulders. "You don't even care to leave," she said quietly, "so why fight it. Take me to some cheap little room somehwere and spend the night trying to decide why you feel this way, then in the morning, disappear. But know, I'll stay where you leave me so that you will always know where to find me." Even if he left her here in the road, she'd simply find a way to live in the spot. "Though, I daresay you'd be able to find me wherever I was if you just thought about it enough."

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[info]a_darker_dream
2007-06-02 08:42 pm UTC (link)
His breath caught as she tightened around him a little. He growled again, tryig to calm himself down, trying to get rid of everything he was feeling. He didn't say anything to her words, he simply pulled back, straightening himself up and his clothing, not meeting her eyes, his face stone, unreadable.

He took several deep breaths, putting his knife back into his shirt, finally meeting her eyes, just staring at her. After a long while he simply grunted, nodding, starting to walk off, looking behind him only once, almost daring her to follow.

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