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There is a tree here.... Why is there a tree here?

*She goes to let out a slow breath.*

I guess that I should make a list for Santa as well. I don't want much or anything big. I would like one of Abel's robes, especially one with his scent on it. A deck of... Duel Monster cards? Lastly, I would like a forge, not a big one but big enough to make blades with.

*She pauses a moment before speaking up again.*

I will like to add one last item; an application to Ethan's phone. One that will let him at least see his son during happier times.

*And now her tone takes one of mocking.*

Everyone having fun with the mistletoes~? I can't imagine how difficult it has to be all alone under them~.

Date: 2010-12-25 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] determined-dad.livejournal.com
[ He looks confused. ] That's all? But...shouldn't they have responded to my first message?

[ Ethan looks even more puzzled by her way of addressing him. ]

W-what?

Date: 2010-12-26 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] determined-dad.livejournal.com
[ His brow furrows. He doesn't understand. After a moment he seems to comprehend. Anger and betrayal mix suddenly on his face. ]

Y-you...You read that? That was private!

Date: 2010-12-27 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] determined-dad.livejournal.com
[ He's not really all that good at fighting, but he's learned a thing or two about desperation in the last couple days before he arrived. He flings his arms up to defend himself, and it works! But he gasps in pain as the blow hits his injuries, though he leaves his arms up as a continued defense. ]

I didn't ask anyone to save me.

[ Ethan's voice cracks and he swallows nervously. ]

And I'm not trying to insult you! Not you! Not anyone!

[ His hands begin to lower, shakily, as if expecting another attempt to punch him at any moment. ]

I didn't think you could read it... I... It's hard to explain.

[ His jaw clenches and he looks at the ground, staring at the floor at Xi's feet. His demeanor is that of a broken doll, or a puppet with cut strings. ]

If you need to hit me - go ahead. I won't fight back.

Date: 2011-01-02 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] determined-dad.livejournal.com
Shaun is dead.

[ Ethan's voice breaks with despair. He doesn't even try to block the punch this time, barely feeling the blow considering all that he's been through. He winces against the grabbing of his hair, but doesn't struggle against the hold. His hands come up in what he hopes is a peaceful sort of gesture.

The man stumbles back as she releases him, watching the floor with an intensity that belies the hurt that Xi's words have done to him. He swallows hurriedly, fighting wave after wave of emotion. He is unable to deny the young woman's words.
]

Date: 2011-01-02 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] determined-dad.livejournal.com
[ Ethan's jaw continues to work silently, his throat swallowing with the force of his own self loathing heaped upon with Xi's confirmation of his own thoughts. He stands, softly trembling, forced into shock by this sudden forced admittance of his failure. ]

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