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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">By the time Switch had made her entrance, Avarien had pulled his legs up and crossed them on the chair, leaning back into it's hold for comfort.  His eyelids were heavy, but only because he was trying to pass the time without doing anything.  With his elbows resting on his knees, he held his chin within the palms of his hands, the right index finger on his left hand beat gently against his jaw, ignoring the bruise.  His mind was distant with the thoughts on what happened.  He wanted Switch to hurry up and do her petting and consoling so he could get his answers.  The main thing he wanted to know was why Karita was even near the cargo hold.  That, and what had made everything feel... more darker.  Being a black mage, Avarien was more accustomed to recognizing dark entities over light ones.  And this, whatever <i>this</i> was, felt dark.<br/>
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His eyes blinked after he had given himself a headache, and he glanced towards the bed, watching Switch molest Karita's face with the stroking of her palm against the other woman's cheek.  Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he gave her a few more moments with her before lifting his head from his hands and stretching his long, lanky legs out.  Lifting himself to his feet, he fixed his clothing and ruffled his hair, a yawn surpassing his lips.  It was an obnoxious noise, he knew, but it also got Switch's attention a little distracted from Karita, giving him a chance to butt in.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Switch,"</b></span>  Letting his arms drop, he stuffed his hands into his pockets before continuing.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"We should give her some space to rest."</b></span>  With that, he turned towards the door, his boots heavy on the wooden floor.  Reaching the door, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open, glancing over his shoulder towards her.  He didn't say anything, just glanced back, and when he was confident that she'd be out in the hallway with him soon, he fully exited the cabin and closed the door behind him.  After it was closed and in place, he positioned himself against the wall beside the door frame, eyes closed, hands still stuffed into his pockets, simply waiting to hear the latch of the door once more.</li>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">《</span> <b>JASNA VON SEGUR</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">She shuddered against him, her eyes squeezing shut as he palmed one of her breasts.  Her nipples were sensitive, but the fact that they hadn't been toyed with in so long only made them even more so.  She groaned into the kiss, kissing him with more need and want, her stomach pressing against his body while her breasts arched into his touch.  Her hands had freed him of his leather shirt, and now with only his last layer on, she could really feel the definition of his body.  Her hands couldn't remain still, moving over his broad shoulders to his upper arms, squeezing and clawing against the material that hid his skin from her.<br/>
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What she heard, however, made Jasna stop in her tracks.  Her mind had registered his voice, and what he said, but it didn't pass through into her motions enough for her to pull away from him entirely.  Looking at him as soon as he grabbed her wrists, she stared into his eyes, a paranoid rhythm taking hold of her heartbeat.  It only lasted a moment, before she caught her breath and fully realized what he was saying.  They needed to stop.  And he was right, they probably should've stopped a few layers earlier.  Jasna knew that he was right, and as she caught her breath, she pulled her wrists free from his hold- maybe a little too jerky to be considered nicely, however.  Covering herself up with her arms, she turned her head and stared at the wall of her cabin, refusing to take Howl in as he was, and sank down against her bed, her legs on either side of her now.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Why can't you make up your fucking mind?"</b></span>  Her voice was low, though it held a lot of ice.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"You lead me on, to the point where I can't help myself and I put you in front of everything... and then you tell me to stop."</b></span>  Jasna was, indeed, a little bitter about it.  She didn't want to look at it the way she was, but she couldn't help it.  Jasna was only human, and getting hurt over refusal was something that just happened.  With a sigh, she shook her head and looked back up to him, her face once again hard.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Get out."</b></span></li>
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