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Post by Crescent on Mar 18, 2005 12:47:51 GMT -5
Tramp looked at her, taking careful note of how pretty her hair was, framing her face. He listened to her quietly, then smiled a bit as he took the book.
"I know how 'busy' can get to you," he said as he leaned back on the couch, taking the book into his lap. He turned his eyes on it and studied the cover.
He was quite touched, and it showed in his eyes. Tramp was not like his brother - a hardboiled mercenary who just took the money and fought where he was told to. He had too much of a heart not to be touched by what wars caused.
"You're one hell of a photographer, Flutters," he said as he started flipping the pages, slowly, to have enough time to dwell on each picture. "These are... gripping. It makes me think..."
He paused and smiled wearily, his eyes still in the book.
"Makes me think that there must be something else to life than to make war," he then said and looked up to her again. "You know, my job... is to cause this sort of thing." And he laid a hoof on one of the pictures.
It wasn't a good pick-up line, but Tramp had forgotten all about any "picking up" business. He was too touched with what Fluttershy showed him to remember that he had come there to flirt. Now he was simply being honest.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 20, 2005 0:42:00 GMT -5
Fluttershy smiled at the genuine compliment and even blushed at the suggestion that there was more to life than making war. At least, she thought she knew what he meant and it made her nervous. She said nothing, too warmed by his words.
(and mostly because I really have to sleep now, lol)
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Post by Crescent on Mar 20, 2005 4:25:12 GMT -5
[[lol]]
Tramp answered her warm smile with a sad smile of his own.
"Sometimes I think I would want to find another job," he said with a shrug, turning a page again. He sighed. "One that involves less killing. And settle down somewhere, perhaps - or at least get myself a family. I mean, of course Rogue is my family, and I love my brother, but it isn't really the same thing as a wife and a few foals would be, you understand." He sighed again. "You get so lonely out there on the road."
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Post by silverfall on Mar 22, 2005 7:28:46 GMT -5
Fluttershy slid closer, driven by his words.
"It must be hard," she said. She couldn't stand being lonely and she was lonely most of the time just living here alone. She didn't have to deal with being on the road all the time or facing the things Tramp had faced. She couldn't really imagine it, except she thought it would make her really sad.
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Post by Crescent on Mar 22, 2005 8:50:12 GMT -5
Tramp nodded, barely noticing her getting closer until the scent of her perfume caught his nostrils stronger, and he looked at her, smiling faintly, warmed by her closeness.
"Sometimes it's even harder," he said with a shrug, then he looked down, embarrassed when he realised he was rambling on about himself. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't pour all this on you."
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Post by silverfall on Mar 22, 2005 16:09:47 GMT -5
"I don't mind," Fluttershy said. It was a soft, but honest comment. She smiled. "You know, what do they say? Anger is anger, no matter the reason. The same goes for joy and sadness. Can't deny it. It's just the truth. At least as we perceive it." She stopped talking then, caught up in a catch 22 with herself.
This is just what happens when you think too much, she thought to herself. She felt terribly silly then, talking mystical nonsense with him. She cleared her throat and looked away.
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Post by Crescent on Mar 23, 2005 4:07:00 GMT -5
Tramp saw no need to be embarrassed, however, and smiled to her, inching a little closer.
"Truth can be a... strange thing," he only said.
[[though mostly because my brain is blocked, lol]]
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Post by silverfall on Mar 24, 2005 8:35:14 GMT -5
Her heart went fluttering as Tramp inched closer and Fluttershy looked up, feeling shy and exposed. The stallion was, after all, someone with whom she had previous experience. She was looking into his eyes, which were deep and inviting. She realized she was holding her breath. She let it out in a rush, but it was too quick. She wanted to smile, even to laugh, and only managed to hiccup instead.
HICCUP!
She brought her hooves to her mouth and her eyes were wide with surprise. How embarrassing!
HICCUP!
She did it again!
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Post by Crescent on Mar 24, 2005 8:59:06 GMT -5
Tramp thought he sensed some connection there, some sort of a feeling from her, as she looked at him. She was so pretty... He looked at her deep in the eyes, and was just about to lean a little closer, when suddenly...
She hiccuped. Her eyes went wide and she brought her hooves on her mouth, and then she hiccuped again. He was at first taken aback by surprise, then he blinked a few times.
Then his mouth began to twitch. It was a little funny. Then he realised she was probably terribly embarrassed. He tried to think quickly - what helped for hiccup?
"Here," he said clumsily, offering her his soda, thinking that drinking might help, "if you drink it might go away."
He felt himself stupid right after saying so. He figured he had probably spoiled the moment.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 24, 2005 23:45:15 GMT -5
It was an excellent idea, so Fluttershy took the soda and drank. She gulped at first, but then took a nice long sip. She appeared fine as she paused, but then hiccuped so hard soda came out her nose. Completely terrified she'd gotten some of the spray on him, she jumped up and grabbed a pillow from the couch and held it up in front of her face.
Hiccup! Hiccup!
She couldn't help herself. The more she hiccuped the worse she felt and the worse she felt the more she hiccuped.
Hiccup!
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Post by Crescent on Mar 25, 2005 3:01:31 GMT -5
Tramp was not concerned about whether or not he got some soda on him. Instead, he was concerned about Fluttershy's hiccuping. He got up and went to her.
"Don't worry, Flutters," he said comfortingly. "Try to calm down, it'll go... er... quicker. Should I... get you water?"
Well, he knew one excellent cure for hiccups, unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he ought to use it on her. His magic was excellent for curing hiccups, since it stopped the body for long enough for the hiccups to settle. But he didn't want to frighten the mare.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 29, 2005 11:59:37 GMT -5
"I don't (hic) think water (hic) will help," Fluttershy said from behind her pillow. And with that she took a really, really, really big, deep breath and tried to hold it. She lowered the pillow and her cheeks were bubbled out and it made her look like a chipmunk. She kept holding her breath even when she felt dizzy and was starting to turn a pale shade of violet.
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Post by Crescent on Mar 29, 2005 12:02:59 GMT -5
Tramp was beginning to look uncertain. Perhaps he should... after all. It would cure the hiccups for sure.
"Eh... Flutters?" he said tentatively. "You know I can... use my magic. That would... eh... do the trick for sure. I know, I've done it for my brother several times."
Only I can't do it for myself, he thought a bit bitterly.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 30, 2005 15:25:57 GMT -5
Fluttershy was considering his offer when it became evident that she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She exhaled so quickly that she nearly doubled over. Then she straightened back up again.
Hic-cup!
Maybe a little magic was exactly what she needed. It's not like she was any stranger to it, though she didn't have an impressive powers herself.
"O-(hic)-K," she said. She was about to approach him when she froze in place. "Will it (hic) hurt?"
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Post by Crescent on Mar 31, 2005 4:49:30 GMT -5
Tramp smiled gently.
"Not one bit," he said and came closer. His horn began to glow ever so softly, and he let his magic touch her carefully, so as not to scare her. His magic wrapped around her and locked her in place, stopped her body from all functions - everything became still as though she was turned suddenly into stone.
He kept her that way for a while, until he was sure that the hiccups were gone, and then released her. His horn stopped glowing and he looked at her a bit uncertainly.
"How is it?" he asked, hoping she would not run away screaming - or show him the door, to be more exact; this was still her home after all.
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