you say we're not responsible

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Working with a partner is an idea that's almost foreign to me. Sure, there's plenty of people in my life, but no one that's the kind of constant that Amaree Arellei has become for Viola. It's intriguing in a way. It's a kind of soul baring.

"Aren't you ever worried she'll betray?" I can't help but ask Viola. I still don't always comprehend her ideas, the set and frame of her mind. It keeps me enthralled to try and read her, because I never am complete in my evaluation.

"Not really," Viola says flippantly and with a shrug.

And isn't that the tease in it, I want to protest with a frown. You trust them, and the betrayal's deep, and a shock. You don't trust them and the partnership's a sham, no good.

-- Dominic Calavera

The boy that's standing outside is oddly familiar and I can't help the way that my eyes inadvertently keep sliding back to him. The friends I'm with keep asking what's wrong, but I shake my head. Finally, however, I have to give into the impulse and go over to stand next to him. Before I can even ask if I know him, he's turning to look up at me, smiling in a way that I've seen a hundred times before.

"I was waiting for you to recognize me, Charlie," he says, smoothly, even though, at that precise moment, I still don't know who he is.

When he says my name though, all the pieces fall into place and I'm fairly sure that my jaw drops wide open. I haven't seen him years, but it all makes sense, his presence here, for some odd reason.

"Alexander."

-- Charlie Kingston

 I wake up, sleepily, able to tell that somebody's moving around me.  At first I think it has to be Viola before I realize I'm not back at the manor rooms.  At that, I sit up quickly, only to slam straight into somebody.  My fist goes back, aiming for contact, which it finds.

A thump and a groan later, I realize I've just broken Will's nose.

"Fuck,"  I curse as I get out of bed to see the damage.  It's bleeding, but he seems to be tending with it rather well.  I guess we're lucky this hasn't happened before.

"You were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up,"  he says weakly.  "I was just coming back in here to get dresesd for the day." 

"Sorry,"  I apologize, wincing a bit as I try to clean him up a bit.  

He smiles a bit, and I'm not sure why.  It has to pain him.

"What?"  I bite off.

"I've never seen you look so worried,"  he teases and leans in a kisses me gently.  I can still taste the blood a little.

-- Amaree Arellei

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