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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:55:15 GMT -5
Dacey flushed but looked him in the eye and said, "Sorry, Flea, I don't know..." she hesitated. "I am going to see a doctor about this. But let me make it up to you. Give me some other task."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 20:59:26 GMT -5
"You've fucked me over, than fucked me, than forgotten about. And now your going to freeze your ass off in the cold north with some Ironborn cocksucker, just because he fucks hard. Not only are you abandoning the only service you've provided that HAS been any good, namely keeping your ears open in the Landing, you expect me to give you another task to fuck me on?" Flea crossed his hands over his chest, and sat down on a chair sullenly.
"Very disappointed in you Dacey. Very disappointed."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:03:29 GMT -5
Dacey looked stricken.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:05:55 GMT -5
"Come here." Flea said, gesturing towards him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:07:55 GMT -5
She came to him, cautious and wary and ashamed.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:09:02 GMT -5
Flea waved his hand impatiently, "Come closer. You weren't shy last night." he emphasised a hard T on night making it sound like a reprimand.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:10:25 GMT -5
Dacey came closer, and stood right beside his chair.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:11:47 GMT -5
He took the woman's hand with his left, and held it by the wrist, his finger and thumb making a bracelet around it.
"Dacey... I'm going to say something, and I'm only going to say it once. You will not forget it. Do you understand?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:17:08 GMT -5
"I promise I won't forget, Flea," she said, not flinching at his grasp.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:22:17 GMT -5
"You will find a way to make this up to me, Dacey. You have 6 months. If you fail... or if you try to run... I will find you. You do believe me don't you?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:34:45 GMT -5
"I do," she whispered. "How can I make it up to you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:44:48 GMT -5
Flea shrugged. "I don't know. Consider it a test of your flexibility." He took Dacey's other wrist, and locked onto it with a surprising strength.
"I really like you Dacey. You are a sweet woman, and I think you mean well. But this is an ugly world, and I can not have someone, however sweet, making mistakes, and getting people killed." He looked up into her eyes.
"Don't run to Aranya, or Brandon, or anyone else who you think will help you. I'm the only one who wants to help you. But now you need to do this. You have 6 months. Don't forgot."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:51:59 GMT -5
"In six months, you shall have something from me," she vowed. "I swear it."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 21:54:28 GMT -5
Flea stood, and turned to go out the way he had come, before looking over his shoulder.
"At least last night was memorable for one of us." he said, smiled, and disappeared.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:55:35 GMT -5
Dacey collapsed on the bed. Sand was streaming through the hourglass. Six months. She began to think.
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