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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sre Mar 21, 2012 8:25 am

Rose se ni več dala ubadati s Reiinim spanjem oz. ne spanjem, čeprav je vedela da ji bo to še nekajkrat omenila. Tako ali tako ni bilo nobenega učinka. "Ja prav lahko bi bila pesnica" je dejala Rose in se zasmejala ko je Rei pripomnila da so pesniki vedno na drogah oziroma so pijani. "Dobro veš da to ni res" je dejala in se spet zasmejala. "Trenutno res ni nikogar, če pa bi bil pa bi ti to tako ali tako že vedela" je rekla in se nasmehnila. Rose je vedno vse takoj povedala Rei. Potem pa sta skupaj kritizirali (ponavadi je bila to Rei) in občudovali (Rose) fanta s katerim je Rose bila. Rei je končno prisedla k njej na odejo in se stisnila k njej da je jima je bilo topleje. "Ti si se odrekla seksu za eno noč? Kaj pa se ti je zgodilo tamle notri?" je začudeno dejala in nakazala na Reiino glavo. Rei se je odrekla seksu za eno noč. Ta je pa dobra si je mislila Rose. "Oh luštni tipi so vedno naokoli, a kaj ko nisem nobenemu ušeč" je potarnala Rose in zarotniško pomežiknila Rei. Obe sta vedeli da bi lahko Rose dobila fanta že če bi ga le malce lepše pogledala.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sre Mar 21, 2012 9:00 am

"Kakšne oslarije pa trosiš?" je napol zgroženo nabila in jo pogledala, kakor da je duh. "Prvo, niti slučajno nisem noben pesnik." je rekla resno in se na koncu le nasmehnila. "In drugič. Kako ni tipov? Mislim, halo. Itak da si nekomu všeč, še vedno si bila ponosna seksi Rose Scott, ki ji ni para. In dvomim da si slaba v postelji." ji je za pridigala, se na koncu malo pošalila in le končala vse skupaj s prijetnim nasmeškom. "Ne resno. Ne sekiraj se glede tega, ker bo vedno se nekdo našel. Tudi, ko boš v najhujši krizi. Lahko si pa tako, kot jaz ki se jih trenutno izogibam. No pač ljubezni seksu in vsem tem stvarem, ki te znajo spraviti v dobro in slabo voljo hkrati." je še dodala, tako čisto mimogrede. Vedela je, da ima prav. Na svetu se najde tista prava ljubezen, za prav vsakega. Verjela je v to, čeprav sama temu ni bila nikoli blizu in najbrž še dolgo ne bo ali pa sploh nikoli. Vendar je prijateljici morala vlivati upanje. V bistvu ga je skoraj vsakemu, ki je bil potrt in okoli nje. Pa ni pomembno ali jo sovraži ali ne ali ona njega ali njo. Všeč ji je, da vsaj na nekem delu lahko pripomore in pomaga. Če ne drugega je vsaj opora. "Ah jaz? Kaj misliš, da je to misija nemogoče?" se je pošalila, na to pa postala resna. "Naveličala sem se vsega skupaj. Saj ne rečem, seks je dober in odličen. Vendar menjati partnerje ali pa imeti tisto namišljeno resno zvezo v katero vlagaš samo ti on pa ne, se mi zdi brez veze. Rabim oddih. Torej če se družim s fanti se zgolj pogovarjam. Jih ne zapeljujem. Plus tega so pa tukaj še izpiti, ki se bližajo." je izčrpano povedala. Nato je zavzdihnila in pogled uprla v nebo. "Ne vem. Najbrž sem v fazi iskanja. Pač kaj mi dejansko res paše in to. Saj ne rečem, da mi do sedaj moje življenje ni bilo všeč. Samo smo zadnji letnik.. In pač.. No nekako je treba malo razmisliti o prihodnosti. Ali pa samo jaz tako paniko zganjam." je na koncu rekla in si olajšala dušo.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pet Mar 23, 2012 7:22 am

"Ponosna seksi Rose Scott ki ji ni para?" je dejala Rose in se zasmejala. Prvič je slišala tako oznako. "To boš pa morala vprašati koga izmed mojih bivših" je rekla in zarotniško pomežiknila Rei. "Saj vem da se bo našel nekdo" je rekla. Na videz sploh ni bila slaba, pa še stvari v glavi je imela dokaj pošlihtane. "To vsekakor je misija nemogoče. Sploh si te ne predstavljam brez fanta oziroma prijatelja z koristmi-takšnimi in drugačnimi" je resno dejala Rose. Res si je težko predstavljala Rei samsko. Bila je namreč lepotica. "Oh izpiti, ravno zato bi potrebovala nekoga, da se malce sprostiš ob vsej napetosti ki jo bodo prinesli izpiti" je pokomentirala Rose ko je Rei izjavila da je trenutno na ljubezenskem/seksualnem oddihu zaradi bližajočih izpitov. "Oh prihodnost" je zavzdihnila Rose. Sploh ni vedela kaj hoče početi v življenju. Poleg splošne izobrazbe ki jo je pridobila v času študija na Bradavičarki je želela neko določeno usmeritev. Le da ni še vedela kaj točno naj bi to bilo. "Za prihodnost bo še dovolj časa" je nato leno dejala in se pretegnila na odeji. S komolcem je skoraj zadela Rei v nos.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pet Mar 23, 2012 9:14 am

"Eh? Pa ja no! Bivši so bivši z razlogom. Torej njih ne mislim niti slučajno nič spraševati o tebi, ker bog ve kolikim si se zamerila in kolikim ne." je nabila nazaj. Sicer je vedela za vsakega, za katerega ji je Rose povedala. A vseh ni poznala tako dobro. Nekatere je bolj na videz, druga pa malo več. Vsekakor pa ne misli skakati okoli njih in jih spraševati o Rose. Mislim halo. Seveda, da je huda bejba! Je pomislila Rei in se začela buniti. "Poglej. Enostavno si lepa, pametna, živahna in super prijateljica. Logično, da ti bom rekla in se tepla če je treba, da si lepa. Sploh pa dobro veš, da se vedno lahko stepem s katerim od bivših. No če ti težijo se razume." ji je zabičala in mislila je smrtno resno.
"Nisi resna. Seveda, da je mogoče. Misliš, da se jaz nikoli ne utrudim?" je sarkastično vprašala. Dobro je vedela, kam je ciljala in Rei si res redko videl brez spremstva. Zavzdihnila je skupaj z njo. "Ja vem. Sicer me rastlinoslovje res zanima.." je pomislila na glas. "Po mojem je to edini predmet, ki me dejansko in resnično zabava. Mislim, saj so tudi drugi, vendar še zmeraj.." je še kar razmišljala na glas in se sploh ni zavedala, da jo je Rose skoraj butnila s komolcem. "No, no. Kakšna pa misliš, da bom na plesu z buško ali modrico na glavi? Saj obstaja puder vendar ne prekrije vsega." jo je pokarala. Ni je vprašala, če gre, ker Rose je vedno bila na takšnih prireditvah. In enostavno je Rei vedela, da gre. Zato tudi ni omenjala plesa.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pet Mar 23, 2012 8:33 pm

"Se strinjam, vendar so moji bivši kar uredu fantje" je dejala in se nasmehnila. Dejansko je bila z večino fantov še vedno v dobrih odnosih in so še vedno ohranjali stike. "Oh nehaj me tako hvaliti ker bom še zardela" je rekla Rose in se začela smejati. "Seveda se utrudiš, vendar je res čudno kadar za teboj ne capljajo tvoji oboževalci" je rekla in se nasmehnila. Prav zanimalo jo je kako bo ta stavek komentirala Rei. "Oh tudi meni je všeč rastlinoslovje, prav tako pa tudi čarobna nega živali in še kar nekaj stvari bi se našlo ki bi jih rada počela v življenju" je dejala in zavzdihnila. Ne, razmišljanje o prihodnosti res ni bilo za njo. Razen če pod prihodnost štejemo par dni v naprej. "Pa saj te nisem niti zadela" je dejala Rose in se začela smejati. Res da je bil njen komolec sumljivo blizu Reiine glave je še vseeno mankalo kar nekaj centimetrov da bi jo res zadela. "Draga moja, mislim da bi bilo pametno da odideva na lepotni spanec, ker se naš slavnosti ples približuje z svetlobno hitrostijo" je predlagala Rose in vstala z odeje. S sebe je stresla par travnatih bilk, ki jih je odtrgala med ležanjem.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sob Mar 24, 2012 12:13 pm

"Mogoče bi pa morala zardeti?" je rekla brezpogojno in se nagnila nazaj na komolce in iztegnila noge. Potem je zavzdihnila "Kakšni oboževalci?" in pomislila, kdo je pa kdaj za njo sploh capljal? Razen na zabavah, pa še to so bili vsi (večinoma) pod ogromno dozo alkohola. In kje Je to Rose sploh videla? V gradu ali kaj? Se je spraševala, ker o velikih oboževalcih ni vedela prav nič, še najmanj pa to da capljajo za njo kakor cucki, brez mamice. "Ja no. Samo moja palica je nekako slaba pri živalih, tako da se najbrž to nebi obneslo zelo dobro. V rastlinoslovju je povprečna. Mislim.. Lahko bi bila povprečna učiteljica na zasebnih šolah ali kaj podobnega. Ne vem. Ne spoznam se ravno na učiteljsko-čarovniški svet." je pokomentirala. Živali so ji bile drugače res všeč, vendar je palica bila malo zabita glede tega. No usojeno ji pač ni bilo delo z živalmi oziroma bi se morala resnično potruditi za to delo (kakor za vsako).
Potem je Rei Vstala za Rose. "Ja, prav imaš. Upam da bo prekrasno in da te vidim in da bo tam alkohol." je rekla smeje, ko je toliko naštela. Objela je prijateljic, jo prijela za roko in skupaj sta odšli proti Bradavičarki.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pet Apr 20, 2012 4:46 am

Atreyu liked to come here in the evening. It was a peaceful, well loved place and he always felt like no one would bother him here. People did walk by, of course, but it was as if the stones calmed them and they decided not to intrude or chat but simply smile instead, even if they were strangers. Those who already knew him left him alone as well, since he was absorbed in his reading. The book on memory charms that he borrowed from Rose was just the first one that drew his attention. Even though he already finished his seminar paper and didn't have to learn more, he was curious. He was always fascinated by the human brain and thought that memories were stored in a particular place in the human mind and were a completely intangible pile of electrical impulses and neurones. However, the wizards didn't see it that way. Every memory was separate, every one unique and consisted of the same pale smoky substance that dreams were made of. You could store your memories, explore them, even change them, although it was nearly always evident if you had done so. Some great wizards had the ability of making their memories speak for them. He smiles gently as he realized that the word "speak" was probably used metaphorically. He put the tip of his wand to the side of his head and concentrated on a single memory. It was a short one, one about his mother brushing her hair. His head felt lighter all of a sudden and he realised there was a thin strand of something very light and gentle attached to his wand tip. He waved the memory in front of his eyes, careful not to touch it. It looked like a simple silver hair, a short, thinning one. No wonder older people's hair turned white if this stuff was filling up their mind. He tried thinking of the same memory again, afraid, that he had somehow lost it when he pulled it out of his head. He was happy to discover it still there, even though he expected it would be. Then, he lifted his head and saw a familiar figure approaching. He panicked a little, and then he remembered she left him off with a warning the last time. The tips of his hair turned green with anticipation. Would she stop and chat with him or just say hello and keep walking? Would she ignore him? This was the first time he had seen her since the dance and he still felt a little guilty for being so rude to her back then. He realized it was that exact moment that she noticed him. He couldn't help it. He smiled.

((evo, Kathleen, angleški Very Happy če bi me foksa za anglo zdej vidla, ej...))

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Apr 22, 2012 8:41 am

In that little patch of green grass and stones that was perched just outside of the covered bridge, was located a most sacred spot of Kathleen's. She practically worshipped the silence that seemed to embrace every corner of the place; it made people subdued and quiet. She revered it for the focus it provided and for the rare moment of complete absence of thought that it seemed to allow to her. She would always close her eyes for a few moments when she came there, bathing in the sweet calm and scent of freshly mown grass. When opportunity presented itself, she would always make a stop there after it rained; the smell of moisten soil flared her senses and made her day. There, in the midst of the stone circle, Kathleen actually smiled.

That day, however, she reached the space in almost a fuming state. She was, quite frankly, completely pissed off at an aspiring wizard-to-be that had the clever idea to "accidentally" grab her notes on a certain subject when the commotion at sound of the bell began. To her utmost frustration, she had been unable to catch even a glance at the clever thief and was therefore left without a single idea whom to hex into oblivion. So it was, while she was thinking of those events, that she came to a stop so short that someone behind her almost knocked her off her feet when they bumped into her, causing her to let out a string of half-muttered curse words and reach for her wand. She recognized a schoolmate, who apologized profusely and set off at an alarmingly quick pace, eager to get out of her spellcasting reach. She ground her teeth and stormed off in another direction, only to set her eyes upon someone she most surely didn't want to look at in that precise moment. And that person even had the audacity to actually smile at her.

She opened her mouth, outraged with the whole situation, while her brain was working furiously to produce the most hurtful and short verbal jab it could, but all of her momentum was lost to a single misstep in her otherwise steady strut. She – to cut the long story short – had managed – and quite with a lack of elegance – to trip over a small rock that was innocently hidden amidst the blades of grass, which, of course, resulted in an even less gracious fall.

With anger and embarrassment coloring her cheeks in a red flush, she got up onto her feet and pierced the Gryffindor with a cold glare. "Don't you dare laugh at me, boy!" she spit out and started glancing around, her gaze searching for the lost books. When she had collected almost all of them, not saying another word, she found out with an exasperated sigh that the last book just had to land right in the lap of the smiling personification of annoyance. "Give me that, and I'll let you go without a jinx to your brain," she said in a forced calm voice, extending an impatient hand.


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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Apr 22, 2012 9:31 am

((**** XD and i thought i was good at this shit. A študiraš tole al kaj?))

The moment he noticed her expression, he stopped smiling. She looked as if she was about to hex the hell out of him. He had half a mind to duck, when she stepped forward and then suddenly disappeared from his line of vision and appeared a couple of feet lower than usually. He jumped forward, hopping to help her, when a heavy book hit him in the stomach and he only just managed to hold on to it instead of letting it go and stumbling down along with it. Kathleen was already picking herself up and as she did so, she threatened him not to laugh and he raised his eyebrows. Laugh? Him? If only he had the ability to do so! He waited until she was up and stared at her, his face still pleased by her presence, but wary of her anger.

He handed the book to her as soon as she asked for it. He wasn't there to give her trouble and he hoped that that was absolutely clear. He took his wand out of his pocket and slid it through the air, like he usually did.

Honestly, I know I am good looking, but next time you might want to pay some attention to where you are walking instead of staring at me all googly eyed.

He knew he was provoking her now, but she looked damn good when she was all fiery and worked up that he found himself wanting her to show off a bit more. She was frightening in an absolutely compelling way and he was excellent at protective spells, so he found her a challenge rather than a danger.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Apr 22, 2012 10:48 am

(muahah Very Happy *pokes* mah ne, sam učim se od folka ki to dejansk počne^^)

She wrapped her fingers around the letter clad paper covered in precious knowledge and clutched it to her chest with a possessive glimmer in her eyes. "Thanks," she added after a few moments of a silent eye battle during which none of them uttered a word; one because she was still too enraged to speak, the other because he was unable to. She barely stopped herself from sending a binding curse his way when he reached for his wand, but with sheer force of will (the tongue biting might have helped, though) she had managed to stop herself. Not to spare him in general, just to spare him for later, when he might prove to be an actual challenge.

With a swish of his wand through the air, he managed, however, to erase that reasoning quite very effectively out of her thoughts. "I…" she started, but her mind decided in her stead and a silent hex later, she was staring him down with an absolutely murderous look in her eyes. Her nostrils were flaring with renewed anger that had barely gotten the chance to subside only moments ago. "You've no idea what you're getting yourself into, boy," she hissed out between her gritted teeth.

She pressed her wand into the soft flesh beneath his chin and grinned only inches away from his upside-down face. "I am so sending you to the infirmary," she smiled her wolfish grin at her, eyes lighting up with the dawn of amusement on the horizon. Unhealthy amusement, but amusement yet still. "And then we'll see who stares at whom all googly eyed," she retaliated in a bare moment's notice. "And really, even I don't know why, but I'm being exceptionally easy on you," she murmured, half to herself, when she retreated a few paces and lowered her wand. "Just…move," she ushered him away with impatient waving of her hands into the other direction.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Apr 22, 2012 8:39 pm

Atreyu was a good duelist, but when it came to real danger, he was essentially a muggle. As soon as she approached him and poked her wand to his troath, he instinctively wanted to grab her hands to pull them away instead of trying to hex her. It was far more effective, really, especially is she would want to jinx him, as most wizards didn't expect such a defence and jinxes did take a couple of moments to utter. Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself, but she must have seen something in his eyes, because she stepped away and her wand was no longer pointed at him. He crossed his arms and gave her a look that was no longer so amused. He only uncrossed them, when she told him to go away.

I was here first, girly, he wrote into the air, his eyes determined and his body more than ready for a fight. If anyone is moving, it's you. He didn't really care if she stayed or left. No, that wasn't entirely true. Frankly, her company made him feel oddly excited, more alive. He wanted her to stay. But he was far too proud to just let her chase him away. She didn't own this spot. He gazed intensely at her to see what she would do and the tips of his hair turned from green to silver without his consent or knowledge.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pon Apr 23, 2012 1:34 am

(imma sorry for tah cheesiness Very Happy)

Having already wrapped her flexible mind around the fact that the boy was...well, typically boyish, it came to be that she was half expecting the words that he drew into the light spring air. Girly? Is he for real? she facepalmed herself in her head, pondering whether to laugh out loud at his insolence or - a more preferable course of action - jinx him lights out. She had, however, in the six years of attending the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, come to a conlusion that people were inclined to take offense after someone had hexed them into the infirmary. And no matter how much Kathleen wanted no more than make him pay for his rude words, she forced it upon herself to pick the more reasonable choice and leave him be. After all, if she was to learn more about metamorphing - of which Atreyu was most certainly capable of - she'd prefer it was first-hand knowledge, which, to her immense irritation, only the crude Gryffindor was able to provide at the moment, and so she was left with nothing else but spare him at the time.

"Well, since I'm not going anywhere," she purposely emphasized the 'anywhere' part, "we'll have to make do," and with that, she turned her back upon him and strutted, with chin held up high and lidded eyes, to the stone that was the most away from the mute changeling. Without a second word, she promptly sat herself on the soft grass and leaned on the pleasurably cold stone behind her. Its soothing coolness of the rock at her back calmed the writhing anger that had almost welled up inside her, for the umpteenth time that day.

With a frown of frustration marring her feautures for a few moments, she finally let go of the ice-cold ire that was gripping her heart and making her blood boil and seethe. She suddenly opened her eyes, reaching for a book inside her backpack. A Psychological Study of Spells, Curses nad Incantations and their Impact upon a Wizard's Mentality by Jung F. Roide it read. Really? she thought to herself, feeling exasperated and suddenly tired. Even books are betraying me now? with a hint of sadness to her expression, she packed the book back inside, feeling the anger from before twist into the pain it should have been in the first place.

Her grandfather had died yesterday and the owl that she'd recieved in the morning had left a bitter taste in her mouth and the sting of tears in her eyes. She'd been emotionally on the verge all day and she felt that finally, she was cracking. Please, not here, she sent a silent prayer to Merlin, shutting her eyes shut and hoping to push back the shuddering. Her fingers balled into fists at her sides and blades of grass were torn from the earth as she tried to suppres the sobs, but it was all in vain.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pon Apr 23, 2012 4:14 am

((Atreyu!



V svojem naslednjem postu boš našel, ali pa te bo našel Črni Apolon - majhen prosojen metulj, ki se ob stiku s kožo spremeni v tattoo. Dokler je v tej obliki, lastniku omogoča, da razume, bere, piše in govori katerikoli jezik. Tattoo se lahko odstrani le tako, da se ga dotakne s prsti ene roke in pomisli na to, da naj se tattoo odlepi.))
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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pon Apr 23, 2012 4:32 am

((sj bi se prtožu, da sm mogu zarad tega vmes post popravlat, sam tole je way cool XDDDDDD))

His eyes softened and his lips relaxed. Apparently she did not want to simply kick him out, and if she did, she was obviously reconsidering the possible effects that might have on their friendship or on her position in school. But with his luck, it was probably the later. He wasn't sure whether she was actually considering him as a friend. Probably not. She didn't even glance into his direction as soon as she chose a spot that she deemed appropriate. She was sitting there, staring at a book in her hands, and Trey tried to get back to his reading, but for some reason, he couldn't. He kept glancing at her over the pages and couldn't help but notice that her expression was somewhat pained. Her hands formed fists and her breathing quickened and became more shallow. Atreyu was not much of a talker, but he was an open book when it came to emotions, so he knew exactly what was happening to her. He closed his book and started walking towards her.

But then, suddenly, a butterfly appeared in his line of vision and Atreyu's stopped in mid step, surprised at how fearless the butterfly seemed. That was, before it flew forward, landing on Trey's neck and suddenly causing an amazingly stinging pain on his skin and below it. Atreyu never felt anything like it. It was like a thousand needles suddenly piercing his skin and he let out an amazingly loud breath of air.... a scream. It was still ringing in his ears a second later, when he realized that he was lying on the floor. The pain disappeared, but there was a tingling feeling just under his neckline. He touched it and found out that the upper front part of his shirt had been burned away and there was a small, pale tattoo of a butterfly on his sternum. Slowly, he lifted his head and found himself locking eyes with Kathleen.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Tor Apr 24, 2012 9:20 am

(epic! Very Happy monsieur butterfly? Laughing )

Through tear-blurred vision, she managed to notice how the mute Gryffindor scrambled to his feet and headed towards her. Before he could reach her, however, a white spot appeared before his silhouette, completely out of nowhere and obviously startling Atreyu himself. Before she'd get a chance to ponder what in the name of Merlin's balls the white thing in the air was, a blood-curdling scream pierced her ears and she shut her eyes immediately. Blinking a few times to get the still present tears out of her eyes, she got into a standing position and walked to the boy that was now lying on the soft grass, curled up in a fetal position and rocking softly.

She crouched beside him, placing a hand upon his shoulder and turned him around gently, so she could see why he was clinging onto his neck so desperately. Her eyes widened with surprise this time, but then a hint of a smile played across her stern features and she said, amused: "Rude, crude and tattooed?" Her eyes drifted back to a completely white butterfly in the middle of his chest, where the shirt and a part of the school uniform had been burned off. The tattoo itself wasn't a big thing at all – she guessed that it was practically of the size one would find in nature. "Does it hurt?" she asked a few moments later, when she was done studying and analyzing the small depicture on his ribcage. He had screamed only moments ago, after all, and she didn't want anybody accusing her of anything when she was perfectly innocent of any crime – at least for this one time.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sre Apr 25, 2012 1:41 am

He didn't even understand her first sentence, his ears were still ringing so much. It seemed, though, that she found something interesting, or possibly amusing, as there was a trace of a smile in her tone of voice. He glanced at her, then back at the tattoo, and tugged on the burned edge of his shirt. For just a moment, he thought about how annoying it was that he had lost a shirt. A good shirt was hard to find and every piece of clothing was expensive for someone with his budget. But this thought was immediately interrupted by a startling revelation. He screamed. He hasn't screamed since... ever. Even when he was a baby, he was told, he never ever made a single sound. "Does it hurt?" Kathleen asked. He looked back up at her and his mind was wild and confused.

He opened his mouth slowly and carefully, quietly, he spoke: "No." He rolled the word around in his mouth, tasting it and savouring the feeling. His voice was a bit deeper than he anticipated. It had a velvety but also a husky quality, as if he'd been a smoker all his life. His hand flew to his neck. He spoke. He really, really did. Maybe he was dreaming? "I can... speak," he said, like he was trying to see if that broke the spell. His words sounded slightly foreign to him, as if he had a strong accent, but the truth was, that he was speaking them for the first time and didn't even know how to shape certain sounds. His eyes watered a little. He might wake up any moment now. He reached forward and touched her hand, just to see if she was really there.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Tor Maj 01, 2012 9:36 am

She expected him to shake his head; or nod; or do his usual thing with the wand-writing. In any case, she'd expected him to do anything else but speak. Her eyebrows half travelled up her forehead and half furrowed together in confusion. Wasn't he…mute? her mind stated its perplexity to itself. "Yes, indeed you can," she responded in a quiet, pondering voice and they just kneeled there in the grass, both confounded by the sudden turn of the events. The moment his fingers brushed at her hand though, she was startled back to reality and focused her eyes on the boy before her.

"You know, this is a really good show you've put up," she stated, slowly at first, but her voice was already gaining momentum. "Do you do this often?" she yanked her fingers from his grasp and jumped to her feet, her angry eyes already flashing at him. "It's all well thought up, though, I have to hand it to you," she smiled a grim smile," it is a real good drama you managed there. I wonder how long you'd be playing it with me if it hadn't been for that…thing," she waved her hand in the general direction of his chest where the light butterfly rested. "The poor mute boy act…I congratulate you, Atreyu, you're actually much smarter than most boys I've ever met," she laughed dryly and went to pick up her bag, "you've got it all figured out, haven't you? They must feel so sorry for you," another cold smile flashed across her dark features and then she turned around, throwing cross her shoulder: "You got me fooled nicely back there, Trey," she was already a couple of meters away when she added, "so it's all the kudos to you."

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sre Maj 02, 2012 5:54 am

Yes, she was actually there, he thought with an internal sigh of relief, when his fingers brushed her skin. But she jerked away and before he could say anything else, she was on her feet, looking at him with an expression of disbelief and anger. He couldn't believe the words that suddenly came out of her mouth. She thought he was pretending? He felt as if his heart had just been ripped out and dunked in a pot of salt water.

"No, I-" he started to say, but he was interrupted by some more of her words and every word was like a slap in his face.

"I didn't- Ask anyone-" Suddenly his new voice felt like a curse rather than a blessing. He wanted to shout out to her, as she turned around and left. He wanted to run after her. He got to his feet and almost did exactly that. But then he stopped. The sky darkened and a storm appeared as if from nowhere. He was soaked before he could make two steps forward. A thunder, which followed a long bolt of lightning, muffled his shouting for her to stop. He could no longer see her through the rain. His chest hurt and he was cold and disappointed. Why did he even care so much what she thought? He had just met her. She was nothing to him. But he couldn't help but feel a tear slip down his cheek, mixing with the rain.

He tucked his book into his jacket and slowly headed towards the school, hoping to never, ever see her again.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Pon Maj 21, 2012 6:20 am

((Prišel z Natalie iz Spolzgadovske dnevne sobe))

Medtem ko ga je pustila čakati v dnevni sobi, se je Fenris kratkočasil s tem, da je s pomočjo prstana, ki že nekaj časa ni nikoli zapustil njegovega prsta, prižigal in ugašal sveče nad kaminom. Sveče na peterokrakem svečniku je prižigal in ugašal navidez brez kakršnegakoli reda, a takoj ko si bolje prisluhnil, si slišal da je vsaka sveča oddajala svoj ton dokler je gorela. Po principu pentatonike je poskušal zaigrati eno svojih ljubših melodij, najprej ne preveč uspešno, po nekaj slabih poskusih pa mu je že kar šlo. Kakor da bi jih igral na flavto so se toni izvijali iz sveč medtem ko so se prižigali in ugašali. Skoraj bi že končal prvo pasažo, ko je za seboj zaslišal zvok nekoga, ki se je odkašljal.
Obrnil se je, a na mestu obstal. Njegova usta so se spustila, roka ki je upravljala sveče pa je omahnila, rezultat česar je bil, da se sveče niso ugasnile, temveč v trenutku v celoti stopile. Dolge gladke noge, ki so kar vabile da bi po njih drsel s prstnimi konicami. Oprijete hlačke iz jeansa, ki so zakrivale komaj kaj več kot spodnje perilo. Vitek trebušček, sredi katerega se je v soncu bleščal netopirček. Čvrste in lepo zaobljene prsi, ki morda res niso bile največje kar jih je kdaj videl, a so se zato ponašale z lepo obliko in ovite v "embalažo," ki jo je le še poudarila. Dolg, čuten vrat, ki je kar prosil za poljub, ali pa mogoče nežen ugriz. Prelep obraz, sredi katerih so se prav nagajivo svetile tiste viharne oči.
Fenris se je hitro spomnil da mora zapreti usta, če noče izpasti kot lačen volk, in čeravno ni imel odprtih več kot trenutek, je bilo to nedvomno dovolj da bi prisotni to opazili. K sreči je bila to poleg njega le Natalie.
No Fenris, glede na to da si že uspešno pokvaril "kul imidž," lahko kar pustiš celotno idejo in si daš duška.
A preden bi utegnil storiti kaj takšnega, je gospodična Vročina že vklenila njegove prste med svoje in ga kakor že nekajkrat do zdaj napol odvlekla ven iz sobe in ven na hodnik v smeri proti izhodu. Sam pri sebi se je opomnil, da je za fanta res nekoliko vitek in lahek, ter da bi lahko nekaj naredil vsaj s svojimi mišicami. Te so bile ravno toliko opazne, da se mu je zdelo da ima dobro postavo, ampak neke dejanske moči ali mase pa ravno ni imel.
Ko sta prispela do vhodnih vrat, se je vkopal na mestu, da je dekle, ki ga je držala za roko, dobesedno vrglo nazaj vanj, kjer jo je pričakal z objemom. Takoj ko je izgubila momentum je z dlanjo objel njeno lice in ji pritisnil dolg in strasten poljub. Ko so se njune ustnice ločile, je odgovoril na vprašanje, za katerega je vedel da se je motalo po njeni glavi.
"Ne bi šel ravno v park. Po mojem bodo tam skorajda vsi. Poznam pa en kraj, ki je dokaj na samem in je včasih na soncu, včasih v senčki. Pridi z mano," je dejal, ji igrivo pomežiknil, in nadaljeval pot nekoliko bolj vzhodno, na manjše dvorišče, skozi dolgi pokriti most in na koncu čez kratko zaplato trave, dokler se nista znašla med starodavnimi skaldi. Ti so se povečini že kopali v sončni svetlobi, le najbolj desnega in travo okrog njega je še zakrivala senca, ki so jo metala bližnja drevesa. In, kar je bilo najboljše od vsega, v bližini ni bilo žive duše, če nisi štel občasnega zvoka s parka ali jezera dalje naprej. Fenris se je počil na hrbet tako da je bilo celotno njegovo telo pa na soncu, le glava je počivala v senci.
"No, kako se ti zdi?" je vprašal Natalie s pomenljivim pomežikom in ji s kazalcem nakazal, naj se mu pridruži.

((Evo, za moje pojme končno en post malo bolj normalne dolžine Smile))

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Maj 27, 2012 6:05 am

Bila je nadvse zadovoljna z učinkom, ki ga je imela v taki opravi na Fenrisa in njene pokvarjene misli so se začele poigravati z vprašanjem, kako bi reagiral šele, če bi imela oblečena še oblačilo ali dve manj. To, da ga je šokirala, je bilo očitno tudi zaradi dejstva, da se ji je pustil dobesedno vleči skoraj celo pot od Spolzgada do avle, dokler se končno ni naenkrat ustavil in zaradi sunka je priletela naravnost v njegov objem, kjer jo je pričakal z vročim poljubom. Ko sta se končno razmaknila, je razložil svoje ideje in veselo je prikimala, radovedna, kaj naj bi bil ta kraj.
Prek glavnega dvorišča sta nadaljevala še čez eno manjše in potem po dolgem pokritem mostu. Tam so na lepi zelenici stali tisti zanimivi kamni, postavljeni v krogu, po griču navzdol pa se je odpiral razgled na vzhod na Prepovedani gozd in na zahod na jezero in na Quidditch igrišče v daljavi.
Fenris se je zleknil na zaplato, kjer je ležal ravno tako, da mu je senca oči ščitila pred nadležno svetlobo, njegovo telo pa so greli sončni žarki. Bilo ji je dokaj jasno, da je sem očitno zahajal precej pogosto, saj se je zdel popolnoma sproščen in vajen prisotnosti nenavadnih balvanov, ki jim svetlolaska sama prej nikoli ni posvečala posebne pozornosti, morala pa je priznati, da sedaj, ko je tako stala med njimi, in so se rune vrezane v nekatere od njih zanimivo bleščale, so v njej vzbujali kar nekakšno posebno spoštovanje, kot kadar opazuješ kakšno neverjetno umetnino.
Sledila je Spolzgadovčevi pobudi, ki jo je podkrepil še z mežikom in upognjenim prstom ter legla v mehko travo poleg njega, glavo pa mu naslonila na ramo. “Unikatno. Ta kraj ima starodavno energijo. Se je kdaj že kdo spomnil raziskati te runske kamne? Gotovo kaj pomenijo… In tako lepi so… Kako se te gravure bleščijo na soncu… Enostavno… Uau.” Njena umetniška narava se je oglašala še bolj intenzivno kot ponavadi, samo še močnejša zaradi dejstva, da so bile njene oči prikrajšane sončnih zahodov in vetrovnih dni za cela dva tedna. Naenkrat je dobila imenitno idejo in nemudoma je skočila pokonci, s čemer je Fenrisa verjetno kar precej prestrašila, potem pa stekla nekaj metrov stran of kamnov, po hribu navzgor in fantu nazaj zaklicala, naj ostane točno tam, kjer je. Scena je bila naravnost prečudovita. Mogočni, straodavni kamni, postavljeni v skrivnosten krog, privlačen fant, da sliki doda malce zanimivosti, v ozadju pa temen gozd, kolikor daleč oko lahko vidi. “Fenris, ali bi te zelo motilo kakšni dve uri ležati povsem pri miru?”

[Huh, moje je pa casual semi-length, čeprou je danes kar lepo čez 400 Very Happy]

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Ned Maj 27, 2012 10:00 am

Njen odziv na prostor je bil nepričakovan, a vsekakor entuziastičen, čeravno morda ne v tisto smer, v katero je v tistem trenutku razmišljal Fenris. A po drugi strani je bil popolnoma zadovoljen da je lahko lepo sončno dopoldne preživel z Natalie, tako da se ni imel kaj pritoževati. Ko je omenila raziskovanje pomena kamnov in njihove bleščeče gravure se je nehote spomnil tistega hladnega oktobrskega večera, ko sta se z neko drugo punco spraševala isto in je Fenrisova palica gravure osvetlila z nekoliko drugačno svetlobo, ki je botrovala mesečini. Njenega imena se ni mogel spomniti, spomnil pa se je, da bi ga skorajda poljubila in da ji je zelo hitro in nevljudno pobegnil.
Ko je Natalie stekla po hribu in mu zaklicala nazaj naj se ne premika, mu sicer ni bilo nič jasno kaj je nameravala ali kam to pelje, vendar je storil kot mu je bilo naročeno. Ko pa se je začela z nekakšno profesionalno natančnostjo ozirati naokrog, še bolj pa ko ga je vprašala če bi bil sposoben dve uri ležati popolnoma pri miru, mu je postalo kar jasno da ga je najverjetneje nameravala naslikati. Ob tem je imel nekoliko mešane občutke, vendar v bistvu ni mogel imenovati izrecnega razloga zakaj ne.
"Hja, lahko poskusim," je dejal in vlekel samoglasnike tako, da je bilo jasno da ima nekaj za bregom. "Ampak nekaj vendarle moram vmes početi..."
Razkomotil se je in si počasi obliznil ustnice, vedoč kakšne signale je dajal. Nato pa se je preprosto premaknil, si podprl glavo z dlanjo, ter s popolnoma običajnim nasmeškom in pogovornim tonom, katerega pravi namen je kazala le iskrica v njegovih očeh, vprašal:
"Bi ti bilo bolj všeč če zadremam, ali naj si prikličem knjigo?"

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sre Maj 30, 2012 8:00 am

Takoj, ko je izustil prve besede svojega odgovora, je Natalie že izvedla priklicni urok, potem pa si še enkrat ogledala sceno. Fenris je medtem nadaljeval z zelo namigujočimi gestami, vendar ga je svetlolaska odpravila s preprostim privzdigom obrvi, saj je do tistega trenutka že povsem zapadla v delovno vzdušje, in tam ni bilo prostora za šale, naj so bile še tako na mestu. Končno je uspela dognati, kaj sliki manjka in odskakljala je do njega, utrgala neko pozno cvetočo travo in mu steblo vtaknila v usta, tako, da je deloval kot kakšen pastirski fant. Sedaj, ko je bila zadovoljna, se je spomnila tudi, da jo je nekaj pravzaprav vprašal. "Misliš, da boš lahko zadremal?"
S kotičkom očesa je opazila vso njeno slikarsko opremo, ki je z veliko hitrostjo letela proti mestu, kamor jo je poklicala. Z nekaj zamahi palice jo je upočasnila, potem pa ji s še nekaj nadaljnimi naročila, kako naj se razvrsti. "Na, da ti pomagam..."

Pri urokih so ta mesec obravnavali razpoloženjske uroke. Predelali so že vsa osnovnejša čustva, nazadnje pa so izvajali urok za pomiritev. Deloval je tako, da je 'tarči' povsem pomiril tok misli v možganih in sprostil vse mišice, kar je pri ljudeh, ki čarovnije niso pričakovali lahko imelo učinek, da so se tej zazibali v rahel in povsem neškodljiv spanec. Točno ta urok je Natalie izvedla tudi na svojem povsem nepripravljenem fantu in rezultat je bil torej lepotni dremež. Zelo zadovoljna s prekrasnimi delovnimi pogoji, je svetlolaska prehodila še nekaj metrov do mesta, kjer so se razvrstile vse njene stvari, potem pa prijela za paleto in se lotila dela.

Končala je v malce manj kot dveh urah, kakor je napovedala, in z rezultatom je bila več kot zadovoljna. Na platno je uspela ujeti trenutno svetlobo in zdelo se ji je tudi, da je imel, čeprav le na sliki, prizor prav posebno energijo. Izvedla je hiter urok, ki je oljne barve, katere so se včasih sušile tudi preko treh dni, v nekaj sekundah popolnoma osušil, preden je vse počistila in skrčila stvari, ter jih zložila na ličen kupček. Ko je končala se je vrnila do postave, ki je spokojno spala ob vznožju enega od kamnov. Nasmehnila se je misli, kako brezskrben je izgledal, ko je bil v deželi sanj, preden je legla na travo obenj in ga na rahlo zatresla ter zbudila iz spanca. "Oprosti, ker sem te kar tako uspavala, ampak zdelo se mi je, da bo bolje, če ne čakam na ugovore..." Nadela si je svoj najbolj prikupen nasmešek in ga tesno objela, potem pa si ni mogla pomagati, da ne bi dodala: "Se je pa splačalo."

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And would suffice.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Sob Jun 02, 2012 9:06 pm

((Malo pozno, sorry))

Oblečena le v kratko majico in kratke jeans hlače sta se kotalila po velikanski postelji, ki se kar ni končala ne glede na to kako daleč sta se premaknila. Črn les in svilnata smaragdna posteljnina sta zelo spominjali na Spolzgad, vendar se Fenris ni mogel spomniti, da bi v domu že kdaj videl zakonsko posteljo. A to v tem trenutku ni bilo pomembno. Natalie ga je pravkar prevrnila na hrbet in se mu triumfantno nasmehnila. On pa je to priložnost izkoristil da ji je v trenutku slekel majico, pod katero so se prikazale čvrste prsi, ujete v čipkast črn modrček. Zaradi same igrivosti se je upirala, vendar jo je kljub temu uspel prekotaliti in zamenjati položaje. In tudi ona je posnemala njega: ko se je znašla na hrbtu je takoj zagrabila za robove njegove majice in jo potegnila kvišku. Vendar ni šlo. Fenris je pogledal navzdol in videl, da je bila majica preozka, da bi jo spravila čez dvoje ženskih oblin...

In takrat se je zbudil. Spet je bil na travi med starodavnimi runskimi kamni, zraven njega pa je ležala Natalie. Kolikor je lahko neopazno je pogledal navzdol in se prepričal, da so bile vse skupaj le sanje. Njegove prsi so bile ravne, kakor bi za fanta morale biti. Olajšano se je odločil vse skupaj odmisliti, češ, saj so bile vse skupaj samo čudne sanje. Natalie ga je objela in on ji je z veseljem vrnil objem. Počutil se je, kot da je vse tako, kot bi moralo biti, vsaj v tem trenutku.
"Ne skrbi," je rekel lahkotno. "Bil je čisto prijeten dopoldanski dremež." To sicer ni bilo popolnoma res, vendar ni držalo le za čisto zadnji del, malo preden ga je zbudila, zato se mu ni zdelo vredno omembe. Tako ali tako so bile samo neumne sanje.
"Se je?" je vprašal navihano ko mu je zatrdila da se je splačalo. "Ne pusti me no čakati v temi! Daj da vidim to umetnino," je pripomnil s skorajda navdušenim nasmeškom.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Tor Jun 19, 2012 10:21 pm

“No, potem pa fino! Ker nimam čisto nič slabe vesti,” se mu je zarežala, potem pa zaprla oči in se uživaško naslonila na Fenrisa. “Aja, videl bi jo rad?” Prevalila se je na bok in si z roko podprla glavo, tako da je navihano gledala vanj in obraz spremenila v popoln izraz izzivanja. “Koliko si pa pripravljen naredit za to, da si jo ogledaš?” Nekaj časa je še zrla vanj, potem pa se sklonila, mu pritisnila kratek poljubček in izbrskala svojo palico. “Accio slika!” Danes je bila očitno v še posebej lenem razpoloženju. Platno ji je priletelo v iztegnjeno roko in sliko je počasi pokazala svetlolascu, ki jo je nestrpno pričakoval.

Res je imela občutek, da ji je slika zelo dobro uspela. Njej osebno je bilo najbolj všeč, kako je samo na nekaterih kamnih, na katere je res direktno padala svetloba, rahlo zarisala svetleče obrise run, ki so celo na sliki kar kričali, da so polni starodavne magične energije. Njena druga najljubša stvar na sliki je bil Fenris. Njegova speča postava, ležerno zleknjena v senci enega od kamnov je sliko naredila drugačno od navadnih upodobitev pokrajin in Natalie se je v tistem trenutku odločila, da jo bo doma definitivno obesila naravnost nad vrata, da jo bo gledala vsakič, k obo ležala na postelji. “No, kakšna se ti zdi?”

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To say that for destruction ice
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And would suffice.

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ObjavljaNaslov sporočila: Re: Kamniti krog   Čet Jun 28, 2012 6:28 am

((Oprosti da je trajalo, zadnje čase sem bil zelo zaseden Embarassed Imam pa tudi dobro novico: od petka naprej bom imel končno nekoliko več časa Very Happy))

Njen izziv na to, kaj bi bil pripravljen storiti je pospremil le z dvignjeno obrvjo in v nasmešek razpotegujočimi se ustnicami. Že je začel razmišljati kam natančno naj ji pritisne poljub, ko se je vdala in priklicala sliko, vendar ne preden bi mu sama ukradla poljub.
Njegova prva reakcija je bila, da je slika naravnost čudovita in da je Natalie očitno še bolj čudovita kot si je mislil. Vendar se mu je zdelo nekako nevljudno, da bi nekaj, za kar si je vzela toliko časa, opisal le z nekaj besedami brez argumentov. Zato se je zatopil v sliko, njegov izraz pa je postal poglobljen, študiozen. Pokrajina je bila narisana na hiter, nekoliko impresionističen stil, ki je žrtvoval nekaj podrobnosti zavoljo natančnejšega lova svetlobe; vendar pa so drevesa ravno zato pridobile nek malo bolj skrivnosten videz, kajti njihovi listi in iglice niso bili jasno vidni, temveč zabrisani v sencah. Kamni so bili narisani natančno in z zelo podrobnim senčenjem. On sam, speč na sredini, je izgledal spokojno in brezskrbno, prav tako pa tudi ni mogel spregledati dejstva kako je Nat izpustila vsakršne nepravilnosti na njegovi koži. Če je bilo namerno ali ne ni vedel, je pa ugibal po svoje.

"Zelo dobra je," je naposled dejal. "S tem ko ozadje ohranjaš malenkost zabrisano daješ prednost osebam in predmetom v ospredju, torej tukaj kamnom in meni. Svetloba in senčenje sta vrhunska, perspektiva je prav tako zelo dobro izbrana. Ravno prava razdalja in kot sonca. Poleg tega ti nekako uspe vse skupaj narediti... no ne vem točno kako, ampak kot da se v vsem skupaj skriva nekakšna skrivnost."
Nasmehnil se je, odložil sliko na drugo stran, nato pa se približal Natalie. Z dlanjo je ujel pramen las ob njenem licu in ga kodral medtem, ko je s hrbtno stranjo dlani spolzel po njenem licu.
"Končni vtis: odlična umetnina še boljše umetnice." Njegov nasmešek se je razširil, nato pa ji je pritisnil dolg poljub. Trenutek kasneje je, ne da bi odmaknil svoje ustnice z njenih, prenesel svojo težo tako da je prekotalil sebe čez Natalie in se šele ko jo je imel ujeto pod seboj malo odmaknil.
"Hmmm," je zamrmral z narejeno zamišljenostjo, "Mislim da tole ni najboljša nagrada za umetnico takega kova. Le kaj naj storim?" Ni ji pustil odgovoriti, ampak jo že takoj zasul s poljubi po celem obrazu, medtem ko sta se njegovi roki splazili ena za njen pas in jo pritisnila bližje, druga pa na njen tilnik, kjer so dolgi prsti začeli masirati vratne mišice...

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