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Rosé er ustabil på mange kanter, det tydeligt. Hun skælver, men pistolen formår hun at holde iskoldt og præcist rettet mod Anastasias hovede. "If I shoot you in the head, then you aren't beautiful anymore... And then Marco won't like you anymore" Endelig tænker hun kun højt, for hun forventer intet svar fra kvinden overfor hende på dette. Hvad ville Anastasia overhovedet kunne svare på det. Et kort nok giver hun fra sig, en smule mekanisk, mest for at give hende ret. Hun var Rosè Hallighan (??) Let lader hun spidsen af tungen glide hen over læberne, før hun træder et par centimeter tættere på hende. Hun var så vred, så sur over at hun ikke var Anastasia. Men hun var også såret, såret over at Marco fravælge hende. Hun så intet specielt i Anastasia Willis, slet ikke på samme måde som Marco gjorde. Så hun forstod ham ikke. Desuden er hun jaloux af helvede til, og det er også det der har drevet hende til hvor hun er nu. "Im gonna fucking kill you.." Bekræfter hun, inden hun afsikre pistolen, og tager en dyb indånding. Det er selvfølgelig svært. Hun ved godt det her er forkert, hun ved også godt at Anastasia ikke kan gøre for at Marco ikke kan lide hende mere. "Why.. Why does he wants you... You and your stupid ugly red hair... It's ugly Anastasia.. You are ugly.. Marco is just confused. But when you Are gone, he will see things clear again, then he will return to me again.." Det er drømme, og vrøvl hun fyre af, og hun ved det godt. Anastasia var køn, det kan hun godt se. Men Rosè er også køn. Kønnere end Anastasia, det er hun overbevist om.
Sophie leans a bit back in the couch, just to give herself the pleasure of seeing Josies red cheeks once again. A blushing Josie is fucking adorable after all. She flashes a wide, yet flirting smile before she runs her tongue over her own lower lips. "I am Josie.." She says in a lower voice, once again leaning in on Josie. Sophie knows that when it comes to Josie everything needs to be careful. After all she got raped, and she can only imagen how sexual things must scare Josie. "Just say the words and i'll show it to you babe.." She add, before she places her hand very careful at Josies thight, and caresses her skin. Or, caresses the dress, cause it kind of covers her thight. Sophie just wants Josie to feel comfortable. Nothing else. She never wants to cross her boundaries, so she counts on the fact that Josie needs to say when things get to much for her. "You are indeed, the most adorable creature, I have stumbled upon in a long time.." she compliments, still looking at Sophie.
Anastasias grønne øjne fanger pistolen der er rettet mod hendes ansigt, og med det samme kan hun se hvor meget Rosê skælver. Har hun virkelig tænkt sig at skyde hende? Hendes blik lander dog hurtigt på kvindens ansigt da hun begynder at tale, og det får hende til at rynke panden en lille smule. For at være helt ærlig, så er denne kvinde fuldstændig forskruet, og hun har virkelig brug for professionel hjælp. Da hun høre lyden af pistolen der bliver afsikret tager hun en dyb, skælvende indånding, før hun synker en klump i sin hals. Hun ønsker ikke at dø. Og bestemt ikke til at blive skudt af denne kvinde. At høre hendes ord gør ondt, men samtidig ved hun også at kvinden er meget langt ude, og siger fuldstændig hvad hun tænker. Hun prøver på at samle sig sammen til at tale med hende. I håb om at tale hende til fornuft. "I'm not ugly, Rosê. And neither are you. You are a beautiful women. I can see why Marco was with you back then....And you are a intelligent women. Intelligent enough to do the right thing." Siger hun, overrasket over hendes stemme, der lyder så forsigtig og beroligende som muligt. "Do you really want to kill me?"
Josie notises that Sophie smiles a lot. Almost all the time. But she loves it. To see Sophies smile. And she herself has never smiled this much before, not until she met Sophie. Sophie has an effect on her that nobody else has. She does not really know why, but she knows that it is true. And Sophie is nice company. Very. Her grey eyes follows Sophie carefully at any movement she makes. Yes, she trusts Sophie. Surprisingly enough, since she has a very hard time by trusting people. But Sophie is deffirent(?). But she is also very carefull, still, with what people do to her. She watches them carefully to see if they should do her any harm. And as said, she trusts Sophie. It's not becauase she dosen't. But that is who she is. Or more, that is who she has become. Very carefull and quiet. Observant. She can't stop smiling by Sophies words, and her head tilts a little to the right. "I thought i was Little Lamb, not Babe." She says, teasing Sophie, and trying to be a little bit funny. Wich she is'nt very often. She does not find a reason to tease somebody, smile or laugh. But she does with Sophie. Although when she feels something on her thigh she looks down, and sees that it is Sophies hand. She dosen't mind, acctually. And she is surprised by that. But she shortly got a little scared of suddenly feeling something there, and that is just something that is in her. As said, she is used to people hurting her, not caressing her, like Sophie does. And it feels nice. Since the dress is on top, she dosen't mind. She looks up at the women beside her again, and she immedietly(?) blushes from her words. She has never been called adorable from anybody else. Quickly when she feels the blush appearing on her cheeks she looks down at her hands to hide it, but she can't stop smiling. "You are complimenting me more than i deserve...I should be complimenting you more, though." She says, before biting her lip.
Hvis du ikke har lyst så kan du da bare sige det...
Well jeg har lyst? Hvorfor skulle jeg svare igår for at droppe det idag?
Eller hvis du ikke har tid. Istedet for jeg skal vente, og du så skriver med en anden ^^