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Post by Jenny on Mar 2, 2007 17:09:43 GMT -5
She shrugged. 'Well, I promise this time,' she said impatiently.
'I belive marriage vows are themselves promises.'
She started feeling annoyance. 'I didn't take them seriously,' she said as if he didn't already know that. 'You know why I married you. It wasn't because I loved you, Jerome.'
Jerome chuckled and pulled a book out from one of the nearby shelves. 'It would be satisfying if I could say the same,' he replied quietly. 'Alright. You could start by introducing yourself to the staff. And we'll make it public that we're re-marrying.' She nearly choked.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 2, 2007 17:30:38 GMT -5
"A little bit much, don't you think?" she asked.
"No, I don't. I wont argue about it. Come here." he ordered. She found her feet took her there regardless of what her mind had learn she could do.
He took her hands and without even looking down at them he pulled the ring off her fore finger. "You don't need this anymore." he said with his ever charming smile as he took Olaf's ring away from her. He put it into his inside pocket. She would get it back but she was very mad about it. She stormed from the room.
Esme would have left if she didn't need him, and his money. They said love was a sickness. These were some scary side effects.
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Post by Jenny on Mar 3, 2007 8:02:31 GMT -5
(No!!! *punches Jerome* Give it back!! I don't like you anymore!! *cries*)
(Sorry, I had a freak attack.)
Esme didn't see Jerome for the rest of the evening, but if she had she would have stayed out of his way. She wondered, mostly, when she had become weaker than he was.
She wished, briefly, that she had the nerve to just walk out and go find herself another millionaire before she remembered she was older than that now. Jerome had been too soft in the first place.
Or she wished she could up and leave and find Olaf herself. And never come back. That would show him. That'd teach Jerome to try and be someone better than he was.
He was pathetic, needy and too dumb to know it, but for once he might have won.
He came back to bed that night. She didn't.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 3, 2007 10:30:39 GMT -5
Esme was up on a couch still thinking. Nothing made sense to her anymore. When she looked at the clock it flaunted it's morning hour and she finally hauled herself to bed. After laying there she still couldn't sleep. she needed some sort of comfort. And as if on cue the old Jerome sleepily rolled over and wrapped his arms around her. He was still completely asleep so Esme didn't fuss.
Two hours of sleep later he woke her up. "Esme...Sweet heart..." he moved her hair off her face to kiss it. "Get up. I made breakfast for you."
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Post by Jenny on Mar 3, 2007 12:17:36 GMT -5
She looked up sleepily. She was still angry at him-- and she still wanted her ring back-- but the idea of his breakfasts seemed to good to pass up.
He seemed to have ignored their argument the night before-- if argument was at all the right word for it. As she was eating he set his work so far in front of her, A3 sheets of references and analysis, with a map and several big red lines and arrows drawn over it. She blinked, not understanding.
'The sugar bowl is here,' he said confidently. 'And I have yet to find out Olaf's location.'
She raised an eyebrow. It had taken him longer to follow a boat's path than it had done to trace a tiny object through a mountain range, to the bottom of the ocean and out somewhere due to the current? It seemed unlikely to her.
She took a sip of the orange juice he'd made her.
'Good,' she said hesitantly. 'But you know that's only a bit of our deal. You don't find out the rest the deal doesn't stand,' she tried to threaten.
Jerome smiled. 'No,' he said absently. 'And I take it that if the deal doesn't stand you plan on leaving.'
She didn't, but she nodded.
He smiled again infuriatingly. 'I find it interesting that you're willing to try life without my credit cards so willingly.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 3, 2007 14:44:45 GMT -5
"I had a good job for years while I lived with you, that money is in a separate account. I only ever spent your money." she said matter-of-factly.
"Therefore, technically I own all these clothes. Every pair of shoes. Every set of earrings..." he stressed.
"What would you do with all those things?" Esme laughed.
"Nothing. but I would love to watch you leave with nothing on." he teased, taking her apple and eating it.
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Post by Jenny on Mar 3, 2007 15:09:40 GMT -5
'I might give them to Natalie,' he taunted. 'You've decided on many an occassion that she needs a sense of style.'
Esmé chuckled. 'She wouldn't fit in any of my clothes,' she said. 'She's shapeless and not thin enough to make it look deliberate.'
'I'll have them fixed,' he said. 'I quite care for Natalie.'
Esmé shook her head. 'You told me she was boring.'
'Well, she isn't about to run off to better things.'
'What's that supposed to mean?'
Esmé glared up at him. He looked away, taking her plate from her and going to wash it.
'I'm not in the mood for another argument,' he said airily. 'I'm going to carry on with my research for a little while today, and then I'm calling that reporter you like. Julienne. I'm sure she'd be delighted to interview you again.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 3, 2007 15:55:50 GMT -5
"Interview me about what?" she asked.
"Our remarriage of course." he answered.
"Oh..I forgot....." she said grumpily. He pulled her out of her sitting positioned onto his lap.
"Just like you forgot to put your ring back on after our trip to the beach?" he asked putting it on her finger.
"It's gotten a little tight." she said playing with it.
"Good."
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Post by Jenny on Mar 3, 2007 16:53:27 GMT -5
She kept quiet for a moment before she opened her mouth to enquire about her other ring.
'I won't wear it anymore if you don't want me to,' she tried. 'It's just.... I've had it for a long time. I'm used to it.' she explained. He didn't look particularly impressed by her effort.
'You don't need it,' he said, awre that she would by all means go through his pockets to find it. He wouldn't stop her. 'Frankly I'd rather have it for now.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 3, 2007 17:54:23 GMT -5
She reached forward and grabbed his jacket. "Give it to me." she demanded, pressing her hand against a possible ring in his pocket but not feeling it.
"I will. Later. Bye love. Put on something sweet. The white dress with the pink flowers." he suggested before leaving the room.
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Post by Jenny on Mar 4, 2007 11:17:25 GMT -5
She punched down on the table roughly when he left the room, twisting their ring around and around on her finger before she let it slip off onto the tabletop.
And she despised that dress with the pink flowers.
Esmé never wore white, not since she was fifteen. She wasn't going to start now.
Purposefully, she picked out a red and black dress. She made herself up, eyeliner and red lipstick, just to see the look on his face.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 4, 2007 15:07:20 GMT -5
She managed to still look adorable in it. And he looked her up and down. "Not what I had in mind but still cute." she admonished.
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Post by Jenny on Mar 4, 2007 15:24:36 GMT -5
'So do you miss Carmelita yet?' he enquired, pouring himself a glass of water while she sat fuming.
'Do you?' she asked. 'I suppose you'll miss anything remotely close to being a child. And she was more a monster than a girl.'
He chuckled. 'I guess this isn't the right time to mention that I thought she reminded me of you in your more spoiled moments.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 4, 2007 19:58:09 GMT -5
Esme scoffed. "How are you say such a thing."
"Good thing I like to spoil you." Jerome grinned.
"You're horrible." she laughed.
"Oh yes. So bad. So very very bad." he played along leaving the room. she followed him.
"So she reminded you of me... how much?" she asked.
"I didn't have any desire to marry her if that's what you mean.."
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Post by Jenny on Mar 6, 2007 14:45:24 GMT -5
She smiled before she remembered she was angry at him.
She got straight to the point. 'Can I have my ring now please?' he grinned at her bluntness, but didn't seem to make any move to find it in his pockets.
'It's not really a ring,' he said. 'It's a stupid looking thing. I don't understand what you miss about it.'
She didn't bother explaining it to him. 'I just....do,' she said. 'C'mon...'
She resorted to her last option, kissing him lightly on the mouth as if that would bribe him. It didn't. He smiled, and tutted before he shook his head.
'Not again.'
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