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(ooh, what if they get seperated and years pass before he spots her walking with somebody she was forced to marry and she distracts the guy, Gale taking her away before breaking down everything, and by the end of the conversation, it's clear they've both changed and maybe...he never wants her back) "I'm sorry," Gale said again, setting his bows back down. |
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Hmmm.....We can work with that) "For what, my love?" |
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(HEHEH) "For getting our guards up, turns out we're just fine." |
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uh oh...Now i'm scared, bro) "Apperantly" She said, kissing his cheek |
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(please do so, for now i need to practice ranting and roasting) Gale chuckled sadly for a moment, ignoring the rustling. |
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....) Kayla turned to the rustling, her eyes piercing |
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(girlie pops im writing a mininum of 500 words for the recompany scene) "And there's the rustling, all in my head still." |
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oh shit...) "I don't think it is...." |
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(*happy dance*) "Oh shit, so I was right." He says hurriedly, silencing himself as his grip tightened on his knife. |
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Kayla grabbed out both her daggers in a flash, eyes fearful after her dream the past night |
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