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"Are you cold?" he asked, standing up uncertainly. * * * The guard hesitated before looking back up at the King. "She's dead, sire."
"Very," he said, glancing at the window. "It's going to snow this year." * * * He sighed and headed to the door just as the guard who shot Clara...
He leaned against her, cupping her jaw. "I'm so glad." * * * "You're naive," he replied sharply. "You'll understand eventually."
He hesitated, brushing her hair back. "I realized how much I liked you a little bit before you left. And I regretted that I hadn't said...
"You're here," he said slowly. "I was scared that I would never get to kiss you." * * * "What's stopping them from joining society, Ezekiel?...
“I really thought you were dead,” he said, brushing her hair back. *** “They’re leeches!” His voice rose as he regarded his son. “They steal and...
He flushed at this, pulling away slightly. "I missed you so much..." * * * His father jerked his head towards Ezekiel and frowned. "You've...
His arms hesitantly slipped around her waist as he pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. * * * He looked down at Ezekiel. "I told you that she...
He smiled at her shyly, brushing her hair back before kissing her again. * * * His father's hand rested on his shoulder. "Don't look, Ezekiel....
He looked over at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Maybe she knows I want you nearby.” *** She got to the bottom, landing on the ground and looking...
“I don’t know why,” he said with a shrug. “But I assume so.” *** She shook her head, making her way down quickly, gaining confidence as she moved.
“You’re a little intimidating,” he teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. *** She hesitated, looking over the edge. Upon seeing no guards, she...
"She's not a bad person," Charlie said slowly. "I just don't like her." * * * She wrenched her arm away, still looking furious, but she glanced...
"Why are you sorry?" he asked dully. "I'm the one marrying a crazy lady." * * * She glared at him, turning and placing her hands on the stone...
He flushed deeply, his hands coming up to rest in her face. “Hm... okay...” *** She looked more angry than sad. “Of course not,” she said...
He looked down at her thoughtfully, a frown crossing his lips. “Do you want me to?” *** Her frown deepened and she stood up. “You’re asking if...
He hesitated, looking over his shoulder. "I suppose I don't..." * * * She jerked her head back. "Using you? What do you mean?"
He looked down at her, brushing her hair back before leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I don't want to leave." * * * She noticed his frown...
He gave her a small, sad smile before pulling away. "I should let you sleep. I'm sorry for popping in so suddenly." * * * That evening, Clara...
He brushed back her hair gently, his eyes soft. "I don't know what to do." * * * (Zoop?)
