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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 19, 2014 1:30:37 GMT
Hans sat in the library, reading a fairytale. They reminded him of better times.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 19, 2014 1:46:50 GMT
Heather was bored out of her mind. She had been for days. She didnt really have friends but the people she associated with seemed to be hiding because she hadn't seen anyone. She skipped into the library, just to explore.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 19, 2014 1:54:05 GMT
Hans didn't notice her come in. His eyes took on a hint of sadness.
"Hans Hans! Read it again, please." She smiled gently, tilting her head so her hair fell across her shoulder. Her green eyes were bright and happy as she leaned against him.
Hans bit his lip, running his hand over his face.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 19, 2014 17:05:46 GMT
Heather frowned slightly, tilting her head as she saw the look on Hans face. He was the last person she would expect to look sad. She skipped over and sat on the table top, snatching the book, examining it. The girl didnt bother with greetings. "Watcha reading?"
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 19, 2014 18:26:53 GMT
Hans jumped in surprise, an emotion he didn't experience often with his powers. For a second his features remolded in an attempt to hide his moment of sadness from her. "a fairytale," he stated simply, not in a playful mood at the moment to respond further or more sassily.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 19, 2014 22:31:21 GMT
"Hmmm..." She skimmed the words on the page. She recognized the story. "My mom used to read this to my sister and me when we were little."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 19, 2014 22:35:33 GMT
Hans smiled lightly at her, or attempted to. "I read it as a kid too."
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 20, 2014 3:21:41 GMT
"It was never my favorite." Heather handed him the book back, swinging her legs back and forth, "I always liked the scary ones with no happy ending but it still got me up past my bedtime."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 20, 2014 4:15:39 GMT
"It's... special to me, though it wasn't my favorite either." He chuckled slightly at her mention of liking the scary ones.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 20, 2014 11:33:23 GMT
"Fair enough." Heather smirked, which was the closest thing to a smile she could manage. It had been years since she actually smiled.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 20, 2014 13:35:21 GMT
He smiled back, the expression a bit tired.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 20, 2014 14:24:48 GMT
"You look like hell," she said bluntly, tilting her head at him. "Deffinently not like I remember you."
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 20, 2014 14:46:58 GMT
"I'm fine, today is just a bad day," he said, glancing away. He smoothed over his expression, putting on his usual fakely bright and slightly mischevious face, purring "See?" He quirked his eyebrow with a grin before letting the facade slip away, shoulders slumping as he sighed.
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Post by Pitch|Mavis|Astrid|Heather| on Mar 21, 2014 0:01:09 GMT
Heather moved so she was sitting in front of him. "What's wrong?" She asked softly. Normally she would be amused in a situation like this but not this time. She felt genuine concern.
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Post by Andrew Wheatley on Mar 21, 2014 0:45:27 GMT
Hans glanced up to her. "My best friend died today, 5 years ago...." His expression twisted in a pained way and he bit his lip. "It's my fault.... It was to get to me that they did it."
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