<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br/><hr/>”Dating? I dunno, I think that’s actually called a shotgun wedding.” She managed to flash him a little smirk over her arm. That was about the moment she realized for the first time that he was still naked and she quickly averted her gaze skyward, clearing her throat.<i>Now</i>was not exactly the right moment to be checking out his junk, even if she secretly wanted to take a peek. What?! She was curious! Yeah, see… that was it! She was just curious!<br/><br/>”Depends on the substance.” Speaking of, she could really use a smoke right about now… ”<i>Drugs</i>are bad for you.<i>Booze?</i>Bad for you. Cigarettes? Bad for you?” Then her lips quirked bashfully and she gave a shrug to push that annoying feeling away. ”I don’t think you’re bad for me. I don’t think you can take over my life. Nor do I think you’d make me betray my loved ones.” And that smile faded in the end.<i>Memories</i>- some were a curse she wished she could will away.<br/><br/>”I don’t<i>need</i>to drink.” She shot him a withering from the corner of her eye. She definitely didn’t approve of the way her termed that. She didn’t<i>need</i>anything – but cigarettes and her sister maybe – she just<i>wanted</i>things. She had the strength to fight it. She had the will to hate it more than yearn for it. There was no way in hell she was about to let herself turn into her parents… into her sister… ”You don’t really know me as well as you think you do…” She swallowed down that lump in her throat and forced a smile just for him. ”But thank you for the sentiment.” It was nice to hear once in a while. It was nice to know that someone thought of her that way that wasn’t Shae.<br/><br/>Then that smirk slowly started to broaden across her lips once more, every new thing he listed off about himself making it pull wider and wider until slipped a bit lopsided. ”Are you trying to seduce me?” She teased in return, waggling a single brow at him with a snicker. ”I have absolutely no respect for authority either.” She decided to remind him just for good measure. Then she was up and moving, crossing the few feet between the top of them so she could take up a spot on the blanket he’d<i>freshly picked</i>for the both of them. Her legs spread out in front of her and she leaned back against her elbows, just taking a moment to enjoy the view – while resistant temptation to sneak a peek at the one beside her.<br/><br/>”I’m glad you came.” She admitted with a sigh, because honestly she didn’t really like to show dependency on anyone. Sometimes she could barely even depend on herself. ”And I’m glad you took me here. Clearly this place is special to you and I ruined it with being an emotional bitch.” She laughed, one of her hands motioning to span the entire area around them pointedly. ”Dara: Ruiner of good intentions!” She announced in forced baritone, then unceremoniously plotted onto her back.<br/><br/>”I’m a fugitive.”<i>There</i>, she said it. Now he knew.  ”I accidentally killed my sister’s foster parents when I was 16.” Okay, now she had actually lied to him for the first time… She just couldn’t bring herself to… To what? To feel like she was ratting on Shae? To feel like she was making Shae look like a bad guy? She just couldn’t. She didn’t know why. She just…<i>couldn’t</i>.