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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 16, 2011 21:23:13 GMT -5
Amy must have folded the letter about thirty times, it was starting to fray at the edges and in the middle. She had gotten a letter from Issac, telling her to meet him in a weeks time at the train station because he and his brother are coming back to the states and they needed a place to stay. Amy was quite certain that he knew of her feelings for him other wise why appeal to her feelings? it was a puzzle and Amy was getting tired of trying to figure it out.
Amy wore her usual black tank and her worn jeans, they were her favorite pair, they made her bum look amazing. Her boots were black and steal toes. Her belt was visibly worn and falling about, but it was genuine leather, Amy had 'acquired' it awhile ago. Her long blond hair was curly today and the bangs were pinned up and out of her face. hearing the train coming closer, her heart quickened and felt like it was beating in her throat, pulling her fitted jacket closer to her body, she shivered, not due to the cold but due to the fact that she was going to see Issac Morris for the first time in three years. damn that conniving bastard.
Amy was going to give a piece of her mind when she saw him. Or maybe punish him with her body, either way she was going to get some satisfaction. Turning her head to look down the tracks she saw the train pull up and suddenly she dint want to do anything to him any more she just wanted to throw herself into his arms. |
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Post by ISIAH MORRIS on Nov 16, 2011 21:48:45 GMT -5
Isiah was the first off of the train, wearing dark blue faded jeans, black boots, a white t-shirt, with his black leather jacket over it and a grey scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, he weaved through the mass of people trying to get on and off, a single suitcase in hand. Searching the platform he spotted Amy, three years later and she hadn't changed one bit, her blonde hair looked slightly longer though, it was a good thing. Walking up to her as the platform cleared a bright smile came to Isiah's face "Amy, nice to see ya love" he said before wrapping an arm around her slender shoulders, he held her for a few moments before letting go.
Placing his suitcase down beside him he jerked a thumb over his shoulder "I have to go to the restroom, Issac will be off in a minute" he said before walking off towards the inside of the station. In truth he didn't have to go to the restroom, he just wanted to give his older brother a moment with Amy. Despite leaving on her three years ago, she was all Issac cared for, beside Isiah himself, she was his only other family. And deep down Isiah knew he cared deeply for her. Glancing over his shoulder his brown eyes saw his brother get off of the train, they shifted to Amy as a smirk came to his face. This reunion should be good he thought before going into the station. |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Nov 16, 2011 21:59:08 GMT -5
Stepping off the train, Issac Morris felt a hint of bitterness. He had always considered the states to be the place where he had "failed" but he had returned, and this time would be much different. Wearing black jeans, black shoes, a gray v-neck long sleeve, and a long black coat that reached his knees he fixed his loosely hanging gray and white scarf around his neck. His blue eyes searched the platform for Isiah, where was his brother off too now?. Then he spotted Amy, his eyes squinted for a moment, he wasn't sure if it was her. With his suitcase in hand he made his way towards her. As he got closer his focus developed and he knew it was her. She was just as stunning as she was three years ago. A faint smile came to his features as he stopped infront of her. Placing his suitcase beside Isiah's, the smile widened "Amy.... it's good to see you again" his voice was low and soothing as it always had been.
Issac hesitated a moment before leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. He held her for a long time, just revealing in her heat, her scent and everything he had missed about her. Pulling from the embrace he kept his black gloved hands upon her shoulders as he leaned in once again, kissing her lightly. "Have you been missing me?" he asked stepping back from the kiss. His blue eyes flickered to Isiah returning from the station, he dropped his hands from Amy's shoulders. "I was beginning to think you deserted me, finally" he joked, a grin coming to his face. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 17, 2011 9:29:59 GMT -5
A small smile appeared on her lips when she saw Isiah walking towards her. the little imp hasn't changed, chuckling to herself she hugged him back. she missed him jokes and how much fun they use to have together. As he started that he needed to use the restroom and walked she called after him. "you Liar!" her smile was wider now and her pearly white teeth were showing. Turning her head back towards the train, her smile faded as she saw him. Issac. the man who left the stated and took her heart with him.
She watched him with weary in her eyes as he sauntered up to her. There he was standing right in front of her, the man who made her love him then vanish. she felt he heart do a flip in her chest. like it wanted to burst out and find a comfy spot in his hands. Feeling herself get pulled im to him she couldn't control her actions or deny herself her feelings for him. she closed her eyes and inhaled his sent. he smelt like cinnamon and masculine. something she always admired about him. the man's very scent demanded to be noticed. Feeling him pull away her head shot up to look him in the eyes. one could see all the questions she had swimming in hoes blue eyes. Watching him get close she wanted to pull away but her traitorous body wouldn't allow it.
He should be be allowed to kiss her so soon after he just got back from who knows where. Amy wasn't sure if he'd even had other women when he was gone for those years. The thought made her blood boil and she wanted to hurt something. The feel of his lips on hers quelled any murderous thoughts she had. then he spoke to her.
"Have you been missing me?"
His voice was as smooth as it has ever been. thinking did she really miss him? yes she did. her response was quick and without hesitation
"Like you have no idea" |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Nov 17, 2011 13:51:57 GMT -5
Issac smiled to Amy "I figured you would have" as Isiah returned Issac bent to pick up his suitcase. Looking to Amy his features placid "we need a place to stay, hopefully your apartment is still available and no man has been living with you?" he half teased, if she did have a boyfriend, or even a fiance, or husband, he wouldn't be sticking around. Issac was always talented when it came to getting the woman he wanted, but he was no cheat and no liar.
He waitied for Amy to lead the way back to her car with his hand motioning for her to start walking. His bright blue eyes searched every face, every doorway. Being wanted and on the run had warped Issac's mind slightly, to the point where he was basically paranoid and on the edge all the time. He came into step with Amy, looking down at her because o height difference he spoke. "I hope us returning isn't upsetting your routine in anyway?" he asked. It was general curiosity, and wonder. What had she been up to for the past three years?. |
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Post by ISIAH MORRIS on Nov 17, 2011 13:58:46 GMT -5
As Isiah exited the station, his brown eyes saw his brother, and Amy. He saw how they held one another, and how Issac had kissed her tenderly. Isiah at that moment didn't doubt that his brother loved her. Clearing his throat he started back towards them. Smirking at the comment Issac made about him deserting him "never in a million years brother" he stated. Deep down though the thought always presented itself, what if he just left?, what if he severed all ties with Issac, what then?. Pushing that thought to the back of his mind he took his own suitcase in hand and followed.
As he walked close behind a half smile came to his features "she'll most likely hide him in the closet Issac" he teased, his eyes shifting to his brother to Amy. Isiah became serious then "we do appreciate this though Amy" he said, truthfully they both did. But Isiah was always the better of the brothers to express his emotions. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 17, 2011 15:14:34 GMT -5
"Oh don't tease Isiah, you'll just make him mad and then he'd scower all through my apartment messing shit up." she looked at them both and smiled. Amy turned on her heel and started to walk out of the train station. "No, Issac. there has been no one, since you left" she added the last part hoping that he would understand that his leaving ad wounded her. But Amy was a touch cookie. she had hones her skills to a razor sharps edge from a man named Gallus. He was old school and treated her like a daughter. Amy thought of him as the father she would rather have had. that's when she came up with the name the Gray Fox. It suited her.
Amy still had her latest heist in her apartment. It was a Faberge egg she had stolen from a man in a small town called Riften. She was still waiting for her clients call. The boys better not get the idea to take it for them selves. That egg was worth a hell of a lot of money to Amy. She had to pick many locks and break many laws to get it. She wasn't about to loose it. "As you might assume I have valuables that are either waiting to get picked up or waiting to be fenced, don't take them or you will loose fingers" she stated her tone serious and dark. Amy would cut anyone who tried to take anything she rightfully stole.
"My car is just in the station parking lot" |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Nov 17, 2011 17:45:01 GMT -5
Issac walked in silence as Amy spoke, so there had been no other men since he had left, Issac had taken other woman, but they didn't mean as much to him as Amy. As they neared her car, Issac opened the trunk, taking his own suitcase and Isiah's he placed them into the trunk shutting it afterwards. "Still thieving I see" he commented a smirk coming to his lips. She'd never stop thieving Issac assumed, and that to him was a good thing, and worked very nicely in his favor.
Sliding into the car's passenger seat he buckled himself up. His blue eyes watched as Amy headed to the driver's side, when she was in he spoke. "I'd never dream of stealing from you love, you know that" he reassured her. Issac had always admired Amy's skills, and he'd never dream of interfering with her work. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 18, 2011 7:39:55 GMT -5
"of course I'm still theifing." Amy smiled as she clicked in her seatbelt and turned the ignition in her car. "I just had to make sure, you never know what being on the run does to people" Amy would know, she's been on the run a few times. Always looking over you're shoulder covering your tracts, it could get damaging. The car was a gift from a very appreciative client. it thing was already paid for. the only thing Amy had to worry about was the insurance, but that was covered of course she didn't use her name. to the insurance company she was Mrs. Lia Rathborne. it was funny how easy she can con people when your extremely nice to them.
Amy pulled the car out from the parking lot. her driving was amazing, well being a thief your observation has to be good. otherwise you'd her pinched, and Amy can't have that. most of the drive was quiet, Amy would occasionally steal glances as Issac as she drove, falling ever deeper for him. she tried not to. after what he did to her, not telling her where he went or if he'd ever be back. for the first 6 months Amy was constantly worried about him. no letter or call she was beside her self. after a year she realized that he wasn't coming back. that's when she cried. once, long and hard. |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Nov 18, 2011 11:11:34 GMT -5
A smirk came to his sharp features when she said she was still thieving, or course she was. He had expected nothing else from her. His eyes remained staring out the window, he rested his chin in the pal, of his hand, his eyes were heavy and he could feel the need to sleep. Issac listened to her words about what being on the run did to people. He agreed fully, he assumed she could relate, but for how much of it?. Issac and Isiah had been through alot, and there was only so much Amy knew, and didn't, Issac was determined to keep it that way. At least for the time being, it would take time before he was to fully trust her once again.
He hesitated before turning his body to face forward, leaning his head back against the leather seat, he angled his head to look in the driver's mirror at his brother, Isiah was asleep, figured. He then looked to Amy, the words finally coming out "aren't you going to ask why I never kept in contact with you over these years?" he asked now sitting upright. "I can see you silently fuming under that gorgeous face" he half teased, a weak half smile appeared on his lips. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 18, 2011 20:02:35 GMT -5
"Aren't you going to ask why I never kept in contact with you over these years?" he asked now sitting upright. "I can see you silently fuming under that gorgeous face" he half teased.
The words she was waiting for. So many things flew through her mind as she drove. Things like, damn you, you bastard making me worry for all those years, I didn't know if you were dead or not. Stupid things that just came her her mind. Her eyes stung with un-shed tears. Amy had not really cried since the day she realized that Issac wasn't coming back.
"Why?" the word was out before she could bite it back. It sounded like daggers, sharp and pointed. Not that she didn't want to know, but she didn't really intend to ever have this conversation with him. Amy figured he would just not bother talking about it. It was rather a bit of a sore spot for Amy. She never really talked about it herself. Oh well the question was out now. Might as well go with it, not like she had the ability to mess with time. That would be awesome but unfortunately she could only turn invisible.
Keeping her eyes on the road, Amy was trying not to let her emotions show. She needed to stay placid, getting emotional could ruin things before they even got started...again. |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Nov 19, 2011 19:32:28 GMT -5
Issac turned away to look out the window when the only word that came out of Amy's mouth was why, why, because he was curious to what she had been doing these three years. The three years he was missing. In truth he knew she had remained the same, but he wanted to ask, just to clarify.
Turning back to her he studied her face, she looked mad but he pressed on. "Yes, why, because me and Isiah were on the run, and every move and every whisper was being followed and listened in on. If I had tried to contact you, they would have..." Issac let his voice trail off, glancing to the mirror, Isiah was still asleep. He looked back to Amy "they would have found out about you" he finished. It was true, and in reality and truth, he was only trying to protect her to the best of his abilities. Without actually being there physically. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Nov 20, 2011 11:38:04 GMT -5
Amy was almost taken back with how earnest he sounded. 'did he really care for her, that much to not risk her safety to the Vires?' her brain started to think of a million questions to ask, but her heart could only think of one. Amy wanted to ask, but wasn't quite sure if now was the right time. Maybe wait until he's been here for a while, make sure that he won't just vanish again. Amy wasn't sure if he would stick around. being a fire elemental the man was like the wind. never staying in one place too long.
Amy turned the car around a corner then pulled into the gravel parking lot. placing the car in park Amy didn't move to undo her seat belt instead she turned to face Issac head on. "The reason why I'm not asking..." she began trying to hold back her tears. Gods she missed him so much. "Is because I know if I tried to contact you, you might become compromised." turning back she undid her seat belt and took the keys from the ignition. yeah, Amy knew what he had done she hated him for it, but she also loved him and her love ruled out anything else. Opening her door she turned over her shoulder "wake up the Droplet, we are here" getting out she unlocked the trunk and shut her door. |
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Post by ISSAC MORRIS on Dec 6, 2011 18:09:32 GMT -5
Issac figured that much, that was why he had not contacted her, so in reality she had nothing to be mad at him for. He didn't reply to her instead he waited till she was out of the car before turning in his seat and shaking Isiah. His younger brother stirred his brown eyes fluttering open "we here?" he asked, slightly disoriented, Issac nodded before slipping out of Amy's car.
Popping the trunk he took out his suitcase and Isiah's placing his brother's on the driveway he turned to look at Amy's apartment complex, it was decent still from the last time he saw it. "Which floor are you on love, I can't remember" he asked squinting his blue eyes to count the floors. |
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Post by AMY ST.CLARE on Dec 10, 2011 9:50:34 GMT -5
Amy looked at Issac then to her building, " 3" she said her brow furrowing slightly, "like always..." not daring to let that sentence drag on any longer than she had already let it slip. Walking around the car she went to grab his suitcase, it was the only hospitable thing she could do. after all later that night Amy has a date with the thieving of a certain object that a client wants to put his opponent out of business.
Amy was why three of the businesses flopped here in town. She was good at was she does. Probably one of the bet, but since Issac left it became all so knew, relationships were on a back burner, so like far bad she doesn't even look at any other guy in any other way besides either a potential mark or potential client. Except for Issac, he has always had an effect on her. Made her soft, almost mold-able, like pudy in his hands.
'His hands..' she began to think, her mind started to wander about the things she secretly wished he would do with his hands. Shaking her head her slender fingers wrapped around the suitcase handle.
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