Cross Coven Party- Greecian Yearnings 2

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((Jaron's face soon turning into a frown. Kissing her probably wasn't the best thing for her, and he didn't realize that until now. How wrong of him...if he had the patience of Seth he would have been better off, but instead he's so forward!))

"I'm sorry...don't start worrying your pretty lil' face over it! The decision of who is right will come with time. Natasha you are wiser than what your years make you out to be...and don't be silly move back to Ireland...ha!"

((Jaron scoffed at her comment lowering his head to look into her eyes.))

"If you went back to Ireland then I would be missing out on a great person...listen...I'm very sorry for kissing you and confusing you...if I'm even the one your speaking of, but don't you worry about hurting me...or Will...or even Seth...we're big boys and I for one would accept your decision Natasha...I may be a pursuer, but this is someone's emotions that I'm messing with...and I should have realized that..."

((Jaron said his cheeks red with embarrassment, and his spirits down for what he had done, and how he sprung it on her so suddenly without hardly even knowing her!))

"And the shirt...gah! Your tears add to the features of the shirt and make it ten times more appealing! But on your face...they show hurt"

((Jaron said lightly placing his thumbs on her cheeks wiping away any remainder of the tears. Jaron didn't like to see a woman crying...that is probably why he left out so many times without getting to know them.))
 
:: looking up to him after his comments, she almost let out a laugh as she leaned against him, her hands on his chest ::

"I'm wiser than what my years make me out to be? That is good to know, Jaron - seeing as how i am over 400 years old!"

:: shaking her head as he continued, she held his gaze and waited until he finished speaking. Moving her hands up to wrap around his neck, she smiled ::

"There's nothing to apologize for, Jaron! Truth be told i'm a little shocked as to why you would even be interested in me! And as for Ireland - sometimes i go back to a cabin i have there which helps me think of things when i need to. Call it a getaway of sorts - a place that is uniquely mine that i can just spend time in and think."

:: looking down to run her hands along the spots she had caused on the shirt, she chuckled and with one arm about his neck, and one on his chest, winked ::

"I promise to replace it with another! Perhaps we could even make a day of it!"
 
"400 years...may I just say that you must have found the fountain of youth for you are lovely...not saying that in a hitting on you way, but you really are!"

((Jaron said with a smile as she seemed to lighten up a bit.))

"Your a lovely person Natasha...I see not only you, but your aura...it shows me what I'm not seeing...on the outside! This cabin...sounds lovely...Ireland is a lovely place though...I expect my father to be from there...and my mother from spain...I just don't know for sure..."

((He couldn't deny that he didn't like the touch of her arm around his neck and her hand upon his chest, but he was trying to make friends not enemies...and couldn't just go throwing his arms around her every second.))

"Don't worry about the shirt...it's a token...I've done something good in my life...and it'll remind of you anyways..."

((Jaron said with a smile looking down at the shirts, the tears making an interesting design on his shirt.))
 
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Watching the lady sit down, Will sat back in the booth he was reclining in while he took a sip of his water.

"I should be asking what's a lovely lady such as yourself doing alone at the party here."

Will smiled softly to the woman in front of him, shaking his head.

"It's been one of those nights...how it'll end, i have no clue right now."
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Where's that darn hose when you need one.

*Glancing over as DC and Morph finally hit it off again, she grinned to herself, trying to surpress a chuckle as she turned her gaze back towards Will, trying to compose herself from her little thoughts.*

"My, quite the gentleman, aren't you? I guess I've sacrificed indulgences to try and be the life of the party among the more quiet and surpressed. If someone didn't do, there wouldn't be any fun over in MoE now."

*She smiled to Will, her crystal eyes continuing to shine under the lights of the club as she took a sneak peek over towards the group of people she'd just come from to see what they were up to.*

"You aren't the only one. I saw the scuffle earlier with Natasha and Seth and Jaron, well both scuffles. Are you and her a couple?"

*She let her smile curve into a grin as she remembered the two previous fights in the club. It wasn't much, but it sure as hell did liven up the party a bit for those who had been watching.*
 
Kerri flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turned sideways to look at the woman that told Amy that she was an angel. She didn't look like one. Where was her wings? Hmmm, maybe she should make conversation with her. might as well seeing she only just met Amy and heard some names to a few faces.

"You're new as well? Name's Kerri Johnson."
 
:: blushing slightly at his compliment - she wasn't used to having such things said to her - she chuckled and bowed her head ::

"I'm glad you think so then! I think i just might have to call you flatterer, now, though!"

:: nodding along to his words she sighed and leaned back in against him once more, taking comfort in his presence ::

"Yes - Ireland is very lovely - especially where i have my cabin! I think i might have picked the most gorgeous of places! Oh - your father is from Ireland? And your mother from Spain? Quite a jetsetting family you have there!"

:: looking down at his shirt once more, she moved back and blushed again, hoping he didn't mind ::

"Truly i am sorry. And i will make it up to you! Though perhaps i should cut my losses and move back to where i was before! I don't want to totally ruin your shirt!"
 
"flatterer works ya know...I'll take what compliments I can get...they don't come often...not in CoP!"

((Jaron said laughing a bit at the thought of some of the less friendly CoP's. Looking to her as she described Ireland and inquired about his parents in a very non-confrontational way.))

"Well I'm not sure...the one vision I saw of them...my mum had very distinct dark skin, with long black hair about to her hips...and dad had the same hair as me with a few gray hairs in there...he was almost pale white...and I've found myself drawn to Ireland several times...along with me slipping into the accent while I was in MoE, but I trained myself not to do that anymore..."

((Jaron just laughed as he looked at Natasha.))

"Please don't be sorry...it was a sucky shirt anyways...and it itched...gah! so bothersome...I wanted a reason to get rid of it."

((Jaron said scratching at his arms and then his chest.))

"really, but now I must keep it for it has someone's tears on it...and it's pretty special!"
 
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