Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net
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				Title: <strong>Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:14:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Fisherman's Net</span></span></div><br><div align="center">[Pictures to come]</div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Trading Hours</span><br>Mon-Thur : Noon - Midnight<br>Fri : Noon - 2AM<br>Sat : 9AM - 2AM<br>Sun : 9AM - 11PM</div><br><hr>As the name suggests, The Fisherman's Net has a fishing there, both commercial and recreational. A large fishing trawler net hangs from the roof of the main room, where the weights/floats now house the lights. About are fishing implements, photos of the one that didn't get away, scenic spots what would make great fishing locations, and so on. The main room hosts a bar that runs the full length of the room, tables &amp; chairs, bar stools, small stage and an area cleared for some dancing. Full meals are available up 9PM, and finger food/side dishes can be purchased at any time.<br><br>There is a smaller room, which is standing only, and a little more "high class" that the main room, while still carrying the fisherman theme in the artwork. There are small tables spread about for food and drinks to be placed, and only finger foods are served in this room. A door connects the main to the secondary room, and both have their own entrances.<br><br>There is an outdoor area for people who wish to smoke, as well as a few small private rooms for parties, meetings or for those that just want to have a quiet place to enjoy the company of close friends. These rooms are booked in advance.
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 03:05:58</strong>
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				Sebastian pulled into his reserved spot in the parking lot beside the bar. He saw a couple of other cars, including Jason's monstrous SUV. Having his second in charge there before him meant that the other staff weren't sitting around bored waiting for him to turn up. Sebastian grabbed his bag full of goodies supplied by Isabelle, and headed for the work entrance.<br><br>"Mornin' Sebastian." Jason's voice echoed through the back rooms of the bar once the door closed. Sebastian shook his head, as he did every time his sharp eared right hand man greeted him when entering the bar. Without saying anything, he took the bag and placed in his desk in the office, then headed out to the main room to see how things were getting along.<br><br>"Good morning everyone." He spotted Jason behind the bar, loading up a tray with washed glasses. He returned the grin from Jason, knowing the man was amused by Sebastian's reactions to his chosen means of greeting.<br><br>"Still haven't managed to change the way you open that door, boss. That's how I know it's you. I've never met a man who can open a door the exact same way every time he opens the damn door."<br><br>"It's a gift, Jason." The other man laughed drawing a few stares from the other staff. Sebastian went to the main doors, unlocking and opening them for their patrons to come in. In short order, the remaining chairs were down, the chalkboard A-frames were out, letting everyone know what the daily offers were and everything was settling in for the day.<br><br>"Now, I need to disappear and deal with the paperwork, and partake in some delights from our local bakery." He walked back into his office, getting the kettle boiling and pausing to enjoy another of Isabelle's cupcakes.
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 09:11:40</strong>
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				Sebastian arrived early the following day, letting Jason have the late shift. The previous day had been very intense, for both good and not so good. Work wise, the day went well, all the paper work finally dealt with, leaving him free to spend a good part of the new day working behind the bar and dealing with people.<br><br>He found himself smiling a fair deal as he thought about his pending lunch with Isabelle. He was pleased that it was not soured at all by his talk with Cassie the night before, given all he had heard concerning the fallout between the two long term friends. There was scope for them to repair the friendship, ones that lasted as long as theirs were very resilient, and both parties normally found ways of get back together. It was going to be interesting to observe, and he did have a small interest in them getting back together again. He wanted Isabelle to be happy, and she would most probably not be as happy as when he saw her last.<br><br>He had a few hours to kill before he needed to go to the bakery. In that time, he could try and decide on what he would have for lunch.
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				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 09:33:36</strong>
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				<em>"Can't believe this.. Can't believe this...I hate today.."</em> Isabelle thought as she walked towards 'The Fisherman's Net'. Somehow word had gotten to Mr. Thomas about the events about the previous evening, meaning that Cassie had been running her mouth. As Isabelle walked into the Bakery that morning Izzie had more or less been kicked out, Mr. Thomas told her to take the day off. She was more or less told to go home and do something nice and relaxing for the day. Izzie hadn't know what to do, for baking was her way of relaxation. With a frown and a pout she had left, feeling beyond rejected, Izzie had ended up going home to cook and bake as if the world was ending.<br><br>The door to the pub was pushed open, a huge picnic basket in her arms. Since she couldn't have lunch with Sebastian where they had agreed, then Isabella was going to bring lunch to him. Way was made towards the bar, blue eyes looking around wondering if lunch was the smartest thing to do. Her hair looked quite tangled, eyes slightly red, she was quite a mess at least internally. The draw to Sebastian couldn't be ignored, this lunch was the only think keeping her calm. It was nice to have focus on something else, someone else while dealing with the aftermath of a fight. 
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 11:10:24</strong>
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				Sebastian had just finished restocking some of the spirit dispensers when he got a look at the time. He cast a look around, the few patrons present were the know easy going type that rarely, if ever, caused any trouble. He felt confident that he could leave the bar for the promised lunch break with Isabelle. He dried his hands on the small towel that rested over his shoulder, before he hung it on one of the drying rails under the bar. He turned to call out to Jennifer that he was planning on leaving for a while when she saw Isabelle walk in with a large picnic basket hanging from her arm.<br><br>He smiled broadly, the thought of her bringing something for them to eat was a real treat for him. Her action made him feel somewhat special, and a little self conscious. He started to round the bar when he noticed that she was lacking the shine she had when they formally met the day before. Her hair looked a little wilder than the day before, and her eyes were red and slightly puffy. The look of happiness shifted to one of concern as he closed the distance between them.<br><br>"Hi. I was just about to leave and come to you. But since you're already here... Let me take that for you." He eased the basket off her arm, catching a few tantalizing whiffs of the contents. "There is some wonderful smelling food in here. Tell you what, we will have lunch in one of the private rooms." He put his hand out, bringing it close to Isabelle's and slowly closing around her hand. It felt so tiny and delicate in his, and he was very careful not to apply too much pressure. Holding her hand, he led Isabelle through the entire main bar until they reached one of the doors in the far wall.<br><br>Sebastian let go of Isabelle's hand reluctantly to pull out the key needed to unlock the door. He pushed the door open, showing a table that dominated the room, with eight chairs around it and a cabinet to one side. On top of the cabinet was a large jug full of water, and a trio of glasses.<br><br>"Come in, Isabelle. It's not the place I would normally think of for a picnic lunch, but at least it will be quiet." He moved to the table, placing the basket on the closest edge. He gave her a look that was full of the concern he felt for the young woman, who was feeling just as bad about the fight as her dear friend was. Without any words, he held his arms out in a signal that she could get a hug if she wanted one.
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				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 18:05:18</strong>
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				A smile was directed Isabelle's way as Sebastian had finally caught sight of her before she could even find the man. From behind the bar he moved before slowly just for a brief moment. His expression had changed slightly, a smile no longer graced his face but rather a look of concern. In that moment Izzie knew that she must have looked as horrible as she was feeling inwardly. She was trying to find words to say but Sebastian began talking before anything could be thought of. <em>"Hi. I was just about to leave and come to you. But since you're already here... Let me take that for you. There is some wonderful smelling food in here. Tell you what, we will have lunch in one of the private rooms."</em><br><br>As he spoke the basket that she was carrying was taken away from her. Upwards Isabelle looked feeling the warmth of a hand upon against her own, taken it would be held as she was lead further into the pub. Inwardly Izzie marveled at how comfortable she felt around this man, how the simple action of taken her hand had made her feel ever so slightly better. At a door they paused before her hand was dropped, the door would be opened and they moved into the room. <em>"Come in, Isabelle. It's not the place I would normally think of for a picnic lunch, but at least it will be quiet."</em><br><br>The basket that Sebastian carried was set upon the table, then a look was given to her, one filled with such concern all of the sudden. Izzie longed for his smile to come back, his smile that could make anyone and everyone start smiling right along with him. She wanted and needed to smile, for the hurt to be taken away for just a moment. Out of the blue his arms opened up as if showing her the full view of the room but then it was realized that he had opened them up in offering of a hug.<br><br>Barely two steps were taken before she was in his arms, her head pressed against his chest before she closed her eyes. <em>"Thank you for not prying right off the back...I just feel so lost..."</em> was whispered softly. Isabelle couldn't help but to notice just how comfortable she felt against Sebastian's chest. Within that moment some of the anger disappeared, how could she be angry about some man who hadn't even noticed her. A man who had been liked for ages yet she never had spoken a word about it to him, she suddenly found herself almost in the same boat with Sebastian. Izzie liked him but it was far too soon to tell him such a thing without coming off as a bit of a stalker. Slowly she removed herself from his arms and walked towards the edge of the table where the basket stood. <br><br><em>"I had a fight with Cassie, maybe we'll talk about it later, but this lunch is suppose to be about you and me...I hope that you are hungry"</em>, she said quietly before opening the basket and beginning to pull items out, allowing the room to be filled with the smell of food. 
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 00:42:02</strong>
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				Sebastian was pleased that Isabelle took up his offer for a hug. He really felt that she needed it. And he wasn't wrong. He closed his arms around Isabelle, holding her in a comforting way.<br><br><em>"Thank you for not prying right off the back...I just feel so lost..."</em><br><br>He liked how she felt wrapped in his arms. There was something he found soothing in the way a woman felt resting against him. Isabelle was no exception to that. But he held her, letting his presence calm her and let her know she was supported, safe and cared for. He felt that his chosen action meant a lot to her, even with his not prying. He knew what was wrong, but even if he hadn't, he didn't feel he could actually ask her about it without her broaching the subject first in some way.<br><br>Freed of his arms, Isabelle moved to the basket, which focused his mind on the delicious aromas wafting from the basket. he walked over to the table, keeping what he felt was a safe distance between them; not too close to invade her personal space, but close enough for her to feel he was not trying to push her away or get away from her.<br><br><em>"I had a fight with Cassie, maybe we'll talk about it later, but this lunch is suppose to be about you and me...I hope that you are hungry."</em><br><br>Sebastian place a hand on one of Isabelle's, calmly halting the motion of her hand. He looked at her, smiling a little to try and coax a smile from her.<br><br>"I saw you were not happy, and I thought you could use a hug. I also don't know you well enough to feel comfortable asking you about what happened, particularly when we're having a nice little get together like this. Now, if it is something you want to talk about, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. That, Isabelle, is your choice to make. Whatever way is best for you, I will support it.<br><br>"Now that all that has been taken care of, let's get the food out, sit, eat, talk and enjoy each other's company." Sebastian moved closer to the basket, and help Isabelle removed the contents. His end held all the crockery, cutlery and other essentials that would make enjoying the food even easier. His smile became warmer as he shifted himself into relaxing and enjoying the time with Isabelle for what it was; making a new friend, and enjoying getting to know her.<br><br>"You do know, there is one advantage of picnicking in a bar. What would you like to go with this fine food, Isabelle?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 05:41:55</strong>
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				Isabelle suddenly was wondering if she had made enough food for this lunch or not. In all honesty the whole morning had been spent cooking, after she had been told to go home and that was around six in the morning, since then the oven and stove top in her loft had always had something cooking upon it or within. Only one container was removed from the basket before Sebastian placed a hand upon her own halting the action for the time being. <em>"I saw you were not happy, and I thought you could use a hug. I also don't know you well enough to feel comfortable asking you about what happened, particularly when we're having a nice little get together like this. Now, if it is something you want to talk about, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. That, Isabelle, is your choice to make. Whatever way is best for you, I will support it. Now that all that has been taken care of, let's get the food out, sit, eat, talk and enjoy each other's company."</em><br><br>Closer Sebastian moved to her after he had said his piece, beginning to help her remove container after container from the basket. Isabelle would continue until the basket was finally empty and there was 10 containers of all different sizes upon the table, and two which were covered rectangular baking dishes. <em>"You do know, there is one advantage of picnicking in a bar. What would you like to go with this fine food, Isabelle?"</em>, the question was posed to her but Izzie wouldn't answer right away. She busied herself with removing lids and wrappers as the smell of food over took the room. Shepherd's Pie, Potted Shrimps, Peach Chutney with crackers, Dumplings, Steak and Kidney Pie, Bangers and Mash, Hash; then for dessert there was an Apple pie, Spotted Dick and finally a Lemon Pound Cake. Honestly in Isabelle's mind she hadn't made enough, in reality she had made enough to feed this man for day on end. <br><br>Sebastian's question would finally be addressed before remembering there was something in the far back of the basket and it was pulled out, another long pan unwrapped with Beef Wellington. <em>"What about just water with lemon, you don't want to dull out all of the different flavors but you can bring a stout if you wish as well, that should go well with everything but the sweets.."</em>, was said softly, Izzie's mind still upon the food believing it wasn't enough. If she had taken a step away she would have seen that more than half of the table had been covered. When she was happy she enjoyed the cook, when she was sad or depressed Isabelle over cooked; it was more than apparent in that moment to anyone and everyone save for herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 01:01:36</strong>
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				Isabelle continued to remove a seemingly never ending stream of containers and bakeware from the basket. Sebastian was surprised at not just the quantity, but range of food on offer. At his estimation, there was enough there to feed five people or more. <em>'Maybe she's used to cooking large batches. But from the look of it, the serving sizes aren't that big. Compensating? No, diversion and escapism.'</em><br><br>Once the lids came off, the aromatic symphony was almost overwhelming. It felt like he had stepped back home into his mum's kitchen on several days all rolled into one. He bent over the containers, letting the aroma of one dish finally win out against the rest. By the time he had managed to smell everything on offer, his mouth was watering strongly.<br><br><em>"What about just water with lemon, you don't want to dull out all of the different flavors but you can bring a stout if you wish as well, that should go well with everything but the sweets.."</em><br><br>Sebastian laughed a little at her suggestion, ceasing it when he saw the look on her face as she reviewed the food on offer. He was starting to get concerned over the way she was focusing on the food as if there was something wrong. He reached out, gently taking hold of her shoulders and turned her to face him. He gave her a moment to hopefully look up at him.<br><br>"Isabelle... you have outdone yourself with all of this. You've got enough food here to feed us for an entire day, easily. Thank you. It is very sweet that you made up foods that remind me of home. Please, sit down while I get our drinks. You can start without me, I wont be offended."<br><br>He quickly walked out, filling a pitcher with water, and a little ice. He squeezed a half lemon into it, giving it a stir. Before heading back into the room with his lunch partner, he filled a pint glass with a traditional English ale. Once back in the room, he took a seat beside Isabelle, pouring her a glass of water.<br><br>"Of course, you have given me quite a dilemma now. Where to start?" But rather than waste time, he reached for the crackers and chutney. He took one and scooped up some of the chutney. His eyes drifted partially closed as he slowly ate the initial sample of Isabelle's lunch. The taste was sublime and he wanted nothing more than for the taste to stay there forever. A second and a third followed, each slowly consumed with a showing a great pleasure. "Ohhh, these are delightful. You made this yourself?" Waving the fourth cracker at the slowly diminishing chutney. "In some ways, I think its a damned waste you being here, but then I'm not going to complain." He gave her a soft, almost shy look. "I haven't had such good company in many a year."
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				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 06:27:35</strong>
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				<em>"Isabelle... you have outdone yourself with all of this. You've got enough food here to feed us for an entire day, easily. Thank you. It is very sweet that you made up foods that remind me of home. Please, sit down while I get our drinks. You can start without me, I wont be offended."</em>, was spoken after shoulders had been lightly taken a hold of, making her turn and face Sebastian. A slight smile was upon her face at his words, the fact he had noticed the theme with everything made had Izzie smiling inwardly. For a moment she watched as the man made his way out of the room, into a chair she sat beginning to arrange things upon the table once more before finally just leaving it all alone. <br><br>Soon enough Sebastian returned with drinks, setting them down upon the table before claiming a chair that was right next to her own. <em>"Of course, you have given me quite a dilemma now. Where to start?"</em> The answer was given in less than a second when he reached for the crackers and chutney. Isabelle watched him as he tried it, his eyes actually closing as the flavor was enjoyed. A small smile was hidden as she reached for the dumplings and potted shrimps. A bit was taken of a shrimp as Sebastian began talking. <em>"Ohhh, these are delightful. You made this yourself?"</em> Izzie gave a bit of a nod before taking another bite and enjoying the taste of the shrimp, quite delighted in how well it had turned out on the first try. <br><br><em>"In some ways, I think its a damned waste you being here, but then I'm not going to complain. I haven't had such good company in many a year."</em> Sebastian's words made a slight blush creep up upon her cheeks, for those words had been spoken before by others. Not many people knew that she had a talent for cooking as well as baking. <em>"It's not a waste, it's only a waste when you don't have anyone to cook for at times, I often times find myself making a pie but then there is nothing to do with a whole pie.."</em>, she said quietly before taking a bite of a dumpling and then reaching for the glass of water to wash it down with. <br><br><em>"But now I can just give them to you...so that they won't be wasted..</em>, Izzie mused to herself aloud. For while they would eat in silence, different things begin tried. Each time Sebastian tried something new, Isabelle couldn't help but to watch his face with a bit of a smile upon his lips. It seemed that the choice of food had been a good one, anything that made the man smile and talking in that accent of his was a good thing. 
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				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 07:26:23</strong>
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				Sebastian saw Isabelle's cheeks take on a slight pinkish tinge at his compliments. He was feeling that the young woman was in some ways even younger than her birth age. It was not something he thought was a bad aspect to her, but it made her somewhat more sweet, in the old fashioned use of the word. Compared to him, she was petite and delicate, and her reactions to him added a certain charm he was liking.<br><br><em>"It's not a waste, it's only a waste when you don't have anyone to cook for at times, I often times find myself making a pie but then there is nothing to do with a whole pie.. But now I can just give them to you...so that they won't be wasted.."</em><br><br>He peered down at his belly, a jovial look on his face. "I'm not that skinny, am I?" He had a short laugh, reaching for some of the Beef Wellington. "Besides, the reason I wanted to have lunch with you wasn't because of the food. It was because of the nice young lady who I had an equally nice talk to. I wanted to talk to her again, and get to know you. I have this gut feeling that the person lurking in there," he vaguely pointed at Isabelle, "is someone worth knowing."<br><br>He spent the next ten minutes or so sampling the range of food, marveling at just how good it all was. "Good Lord, all of this is fantastic, Isabelle. Why on earth are you -" He pulled himself up before he put his foot in it. "Ahh, what I really mean is all of this is superb. If you ever want to sell anything like this you make, I'll happily supply some floor space for you. Hell, you can even use parts of the kitchen." He washed down the remnants of his last selection, then turned to face Isabelle.<br><br>"I am really happy, Isabelle, that you decided to return here. I like you, as a person. I also think that there is a friendship between us waiting to happen. I know it may sound a bit arrogant of me, but... but at times like this, I trust my instincts." <em>'Not to mention years of training and experience too.'</em><br><br>"You want to know something funny? I thought you might be afraid that this might have been a formal date. Not that I wouldn't mind dating someone like you, it's just..." The words faded from his mind. "It's just I over think things at times, then let my mouth run off unchecked. I seriously like you, and I didn't want you to think that an older man like me was only interested in you because you're younger, and was interested in something serious. You know, a deep relationship, or... Christ!" He dropped his head into his hands with a groan. He lifted his head up, looking back at Isabelle. "Have I dug a huge hole for myself yet? Or could I dig a little deeper?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 07:59:40</strong>
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				After she had spoken, Sebastian was looking down at his stomach <em>"I'm not that skinny, am I?"</em> Isabelle wanted to laugh, for his words had been so unexpected. The personality which he had was so infectious, it wasn't understood why the man kept himself within such a tight shell. If only the people of the town could see just how wonderful Sebastian was, they would all like him, in the same that that Izzie was growing to like this man. <em>"Besides, the reason I wanted to have lunch with you wasn't because of the food. It was because of the nice young lady who I had an equally nice talk to. I wanted to talk to her again, and get to know you. I have this gut feeling that the person lurking in there, is someone worth knowing."</em><br><br>Isabelle looked down silently for just a moment, getting control of herself before another blush could be seen upon her face. This man seemed more than set upon flattering her at every single chance that he got, if he only knew the truth of how horrible she was. Cassie was thought about in that moment but pushed away, she wasn't going to ruin this lunch not inadvertently. <em>"You are a person worth knowing too Sebastian...you really are.."</em>, she whispered softly perhaps more to herself than to him in that moment. Each began eating once again, the silence which grew between the pair wasn't a bad thing. It meant that the food was good, good food always made conversations shorter until everyone was done, at least those were Izzie experiences dealing with food and conversation. <br><br><em>"Good Lord, all of this is fantastic, Isabelle. Why on earth are you - Ahh, what I really mean is all of this is superb. If you ever want to sell anything like this you make, I'll happily supply some floor space for you. Hell, you can even use parts of the kitchen."</em> For a moment she began to think about the offer, Isabelle would be more than willing to do such a thing for free, feeding others was a joy. To see their happiness with finding a dish that could brighten up their day or make even the worst day a little bit better for a period of time was all that Izzie truly desired. Everyone desired to be happy even if it was for only a small moment of the day. <br><br><em>"I am really happy, Isabelle, that you decided to return here. I like you, as a person. I also think that there is a friendship between us waiting to happen. I know it may sound a bit arrogant of me, but... but at times like this, I trust my instincts."</em> The glass of water was reached for taking a sip, enjoying the slight tang of the lemon before looking over at Sebastian for a moment sensing that he wasn't finished talking. She was never a person who really liked to interrupt others so Izzie continued to let him talk and simply listened. So very good at listening she was, it might have written her off to others as a quiet person but she believed it was just being observant. <br><br><em>"You want to know something funny? I thought you might be afraid that this might have been a formal date. Not that I wouldn't mind dating someone like you, it's just..."</em> At those words Isabelle turned quite pink, for she had thought of this as a date in her own mind, even when she knew that a man such as Sebastian would never go for someone like herself. Quiet, Withdrawn, Slightly Unreadable. The heat in her cheeks was becoming a bit overwhelming so Izzie reached for the glass of water once again but stop listening to the continue on. <em> "It's just I over think things at times, then let my mouth run off unchecked. I seriously like you, and I didn't want you to think that an older man like me was only interested in you because you're younger, and was interested in something serious. You know, a deep relationship, or... Christ!"</em><br><br>Sebastian dropped his head into his hands and Isabelle was looking at him with her lips parted, cheeks feeling as if they were on fire. <em>"Have I dug a huge hole for myself yet? Or could I dig a little deeper?"</em> The answer to his question went unsaid as Izzie was within a bit of shock. This man had just stated that he liked her, hadn't he. Was this the time to finally speak up for herself for the first time in her life or to stay with the old method of 'flight'. For as much as Isabelle read and wrote she found herself unable to grasp onto words that could be spoken, there she sat trying to will herself into saying something, saying anything for that matter. <br><br><em>"I like you too....I wasn't trying to...I didn't mean to give you the impression of being easy...being the type of girl who might only want an idle fling...to use someone older for their gain..I...I'm sorry"</em>, Izzie stuttered while standing up quickly and bumping her knees against the table. Cheeks were beyond on fire now, she needed to get out, to take the route of 'flight', yet she found herself unable to move, unwilling to leave. <em>"I'm sorry that I got a crush in only a day without really knowing you.. I mean I know who you are...have known for years but haven't known you..you know what I mean..?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 04:56:39</strong>
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				There was an expression that uniquely summed up the moment for Sebastian's position precisely.<br><br><em>You could have knocked him over with a feather.</em><br><br>Isabelle's voice played on a nearly endless high fidelity, digitally remastered track in his mind.<br><br><em>"I like you too....I wasn't trying to...I didn't mean to give you the impression of being easy...being the type of girl who might only want an idle fling...to use someone older for their gain..I...I'm sorry I'm sorry that I got a crush in only a day without really knowing you.. I mean I know who you are...have known for years but haven't known you..you know what I mean..?"</em><br><br>There was no other activity in his head, apart from the endless repetition of her words, complete with pauses, stutters and tonal qualities. He felt his own cheeks blazing with the same heat that was surely coming off Isabelle's bright red face. He brought his hand up to rub his face, only to quickly replace it with his other hand holding the condensation covered pint glass, which he nearly drained in one gulp.<br><br>"Right." His accent was thick then, gone back to his county influence before London and American blunted it. "Right. This was not what I expected at all." Two deep breaths helped him centre himself and he quickly put his attention on Isabelle. "Holy shit! Isabelle, please believe me, you never gave me the impression of being easy, and that thought never crossed my mind. Neither did I see you as some fling, idle or otherwise. I met someone who I thought was worthy of getting to know better."<br><br><em>'I'm sorry I'm sorry that I got a crush in only a day without really knowing you..'</em><br><br>"Hang on a moment..." Sebastian's face bloomed again with the brightness that had been dimming. "Did you say you developed a crush on me?!?" He slumped back in his chair, shocked but slightly pleased to hear it. He was sitting in the presence of a pretty young woman that he found himself liking with each passing minute, who found him strongly appealing. His training was telling him that her perceptions of him were based on irrational grounds, and that her feelings would not be realistic or substantial in any form. But the human part of him told that professional to fuck off. His smile grew, bringing his face along with it.<br><br>Sebastian reached out with his hands, taking both of hers in his gentle grasp. "Isabelle, I am flattered that you think so highly of me. But, gosh, I don't know where to go from here. I mean, you're pretty, you're a wonderful person. Anyone would be grateful for having a friend like you, even a girlfriend like you. Age doesn't really mean that much to me, but it does to other people." He let out his breath in an explosive sigh. "What I have been trying to say is..."<br><br>He looked at her as he paused. Her bright blonde, almost white hair with the wave of pink at the end, along with the little tattoo on her wrist, spoke clearly of a young woman who wanted to be her own person, yet was not confident enough to take the steps to do it. She was incredibly bold in her shyest moments. It was in those moments when she opened her heart to him. That tipped the balance for him.<br><br>He leaned forward quickly to reduce her time to withdraw or avoid. His lips caught hers, leaving her a kiss that promised more than it delivered. He looked a little worried about how she might react to the move, but he felt confident that she wouldn't freak. Too much.<br><br>"I'm... uh... I'm happy to see how things go. If you're OK with that." <em>'Could that have sounded any more school boy like?'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 04:00:00</strong>
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				Isabelle felt that there would be no amount of water that could cool the fire which now had engulfed her cheeks as well as her whole face. To say that the color of flesh actually now matched her hair wouldn't be an understatement. It wasn't known what had come over her, making thoughts come out in a less than stellar word salad. Izzie stood there for a few moments not knowing what could be done, to leave and save herself further embarrassment or to stay and allow for another blunder to happen. But it seemed that her time was over for the moment, for Sebastian then began speaking. <em> "Right. This was not what I expected at all. Holy shit! Isabelle, please believe me, you never gave me the impression of being easy, and that thought never crossed my mind. Neither did I see you as some fling, idle or otherwise. I met someone who I thought was worthy of getting to know better."</em><br><br><em>"Hang on a moment...Did you say you developed a crush on me?!?"</em> At those words Isabelle sat back down in her chair, ready to crawl into the deepest and darkest hole that could be found. By that point she wasn't even looking at the man, finding herself unable to do such a single thing, Izzie didn't need the memories of his facial expressions. Beyond humiliated she felt suddenly, wishing that the lunch would finally just end. Hands were felt taking her own, forcing her to look up at Sebastian's face. <em>"Isabelle, I am flattered that you think so highly of me. But, gosh, I don't know where to go from here. I mean, you're pretty, you're a wonderful person. Anyone would be grateful for having a friend like you, even a girlfriend like you. Age doesn't really mean that much to me, but it does to other people."</em> <br><br>Blue eyes stared at the man's face for a few moments, trying to figure out the words that had just been spoken. It seemed that Sebastian said in so many words that some type of relationship beyond a typical friendship could be possible. Ahead of himself the man seemed to be jumping, speaking about age and how other people mattered. In that moment Izzie knew that she was in, no matter what might happen, what could happen. For far too long she had been living within this shell, refusing to do things for herself, this could be the beginning of everything and the proof that anything could be possible. <br><br><em>"What I have been trying to say is..."</em><br><br>What happened next caught Isabelle completely by surprise, yet then again it was rather easy to surprise her these days. Sebastian leaned quickly, his lips pressing right against her own. There was no time to question it, no time to over think anything. Izzie simply allowed for eyelids to flutter close, enjoying the moment for what it truly was; the beginning. For very long the feeling wouldn't last, just enough to give the taste of what there was to come, to long and pine just enough so this would never be taken for granted. <em>"I'm... uh... I'm happy to see how things go. If you're OK with that."</em>, was spoken after lips had pulled away, leaving Isabelle feeling void and wanting more. <br><br>Time wasn't taken to try and gather herself, this was the time, the moment to finally put it all out there, speak the mind, her personal point of view. <em>Age is nothing but a number, it doesn't tell of shared interests, shared moments, it doesn't tell of what two might have together. It's not about them.. it's about the two people who are involved...That's it...We don't have to tell but we shouldn't have to hide it either...that's not fair.. to hide what might turn out to be the very best parts of ourselves...Do you understand...they don't matter...You do..what this could be..."</em><br><br>A hand pulled away from his own, placing itself upon his cheek and actually smiling a bit. <em>"I'm in...I'm all in Sebastian...All in.."</em>, she whispered before pressing her lips against his own, as if sealing a promise. <em>"Is this what it feels like when a person is actually free, totally and completely...?"</em>, Isabelle thought to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 04:13:35</strong>
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				Sebastian's heart was in his throat as the full consequences of his actions came to the fore. The young woman he had started getting to know just the day before he had just kissed. he had done similar on previous dates, or meeting up with potential partners. This was different. This was in a small town with a woman he was certain had a lot of silent admirers who would not take lightly to her being hurt. And there was a noticeable age gap between them, not that it worried him, but it might backlash against them and be a source of unwanted attention.<br><br><em>"Age is nothing but a number, it doesn't tell of shared interests, shared moments, it doesn't tell of what two might have together. It's not about them.. it's about the two people who are involved...That's it...We don't have to tell but we shouldn't have to hide it either...that's not fair.. to hide what might turn out to be the very best parts of ourselves...Do you understand...they don't matter...You do..what this could be..."</em><br><br>She freed one of her hands, placing it gently against his cheek. He closed his eyes so he could focus on the feel of her hand against his skin. <em>'So soft and warm.'</em><br><br><em>"I'm in...I'm all in Sebastian...All in.."</em><br><br>Her voice was so soft, a whisper or zephyr that was meant only for his ears alone. Before his eyes opened, Isabelle's lips found his. The kiss was wonderful, but entirely too short for him. His eyes opened, and he gazed at the beautiful woman sitting opposite him. A wonderful journey lay before him, one that he would travel with Isabelle. He swapped the hand that held hers, and placed the newly freed one on her cheek. Sebastian thought for a moment that his hand was going to envelop Isabelle's head, but he soon banished that fantastical, and obviously silly thought soon after his hand settled against her.<br><br>He slowly guided her head towards his, which was just as slowly approaching hers. This time, when their lips met, Sebastian took the time to enjoy the softness of her lips pressed against his. He felt tension ease from his body as he continued to express his affection for her through the kiss. Hoping he judged it right, Sebastian slowly broke off the kiss.<br><br>"Thank you, Isabelle." Sebastian more breathed the words than spoke them. "I feel that I should be saying more, but... I can't really think that clearly right now." He smiled broadly. "I think... I think that we keep going with our lunch, and maybe think about what we'd like to do next. My goodness, I forgot how great it feels when you... love someone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 05:49:34</strong>
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				For a few moments the kiss gifted to Sebastian would last before Isabelle drew herself slowly away from the man. In only mere seconds there was a strong feeling had, such a conviction had to always stand up for 'This'; whatever it turned out to be. Slowly light blue eyes opened to look at the man's face, wanting and needing to see if within his eyes that lines hadn't been crossed. Izzie's answer came in the form of a hand reaching out and placing itself upon slightly tinted cheek. For just a moment she sat there feeling completely and utterly calm, there were no thoughts of Cassie, now worries about anything at all. There was only Sebastian in that moment and it felt as if it was suppose to be. <br><br>Forward Isabelle felt her head being guided until lips caressed her own once again. There was warmth, ease and a connection felt that Izzie couldn't even begin to deny now even if she tried too. Her own lips pressed back with a slight bit of pressure, not wishing to control this kiss, Sebastian would always be the one in control. In time he would understand and figure that out, because so much respect was had for him that trust would be given freely. It already had happened for the first time as his lips began to pull away. Izzie had to resist the urge to reach up to touch her lips, to make sure that this all really happened and wasn't a very vivid daydream. <br><br><em>"Thank you, Isabelle."</em> The way in which Sebastian had spoken those words actually had touched her. Was it possible that she perhaps in some way or fashion had given him something, reminded him of something long ago forgotten. Couldn't the very same thing be wondered about herself? <em>"I feel that I should be saying more, but... I can't really think that clearly right now. I think... I think that we keep going with our lunch, and maybe think about what we'd like to do next. My goodness, I forgot how great it feels when you... love someone?"</em><br><br>For a moment there was a pause, a word used that shouldn't have been, a word that she had never said to a man never not related to her. Isabelle drew a deep breath allowing for it to pass, the quick onset of panic before trying to begin a conversation without missing a beat. <em>"Do you like to read at all? If you do there is something that I could show you maybe this weekend? You could come over for a light dinner, if you aren't working..."</em>, was spoken softly by Izzie. For a moment she kicked herself knowing that this man wouldn't, couldn't be free for he ran a bar after all. No person would willing chose something over their job during it's busiest day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 10:56:21</strong>
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				The pause between his mentioning 'love someone?' and Isabelle saying or doing anything felt as though it stretched to an eternity. She was proving to be most difficult to read. It took a few moments for Sebastian to work it out. His own emotional state was interfering with his skills of reading the signs of other person. It came as a startling revelation at first, but then the analytical side of him came to the fore and indicated where the emotional interference was coming from and how it effected what he was trying to achieve. Of course, he was also able to determine that he had little to no hope of salvaging his skills in the near future, so he gave up on that prospect.<br><br><em>"Do you like to read at all? If you do there is something that I could show you maybe this weekend? You could come over for a light dinner, if you aren't working..."</em><br><br>Sebastian started to give her a look of 'Are you kidding me?' when she asked him about reading. He had been an avid reader since before he started school, and it was a passion that served him well as his education continued. The higher the level of education, the more reading he seemed to need to do just to keep on top of various progressions in the field of medicine. Fortunately, it never killed off his love of reading non work related books and texts, and since his change in careers, he found himself with more time to indulge in a little spot of light reading. But then he remembered that Isabelle had no knowledge of his prior careers or much of his background prior to arriving in Elliquiy.<br><br>"I'd really like that. It's not often that I get such an irresistible offer. Plus, the joys of being my own boss, and having some skilled employees, I can take the occasional early night, which I haven't really done since buying the place. How about Saturday night. It's not quite as bad as Friday nights, so they would be able to survive without me on that night."<br><br>Sebastian grabbed a couple of the dumplings, and ate one while his mind and the rest of him settled. She hadn't laughed him off, changed her mind or got cold feet. She didn't care about the age gap between them, neither did he really. Even as he was chewing, he felt himself smiling. He was truly joyous about what was happening with this vibrant young woman.<br><br>"I'm not sure about you, but it taking a little while for this to sink in. It's just... oh, I hate it when the words vanish on me like that. It's like it's almost too good. That something like this doesn't happen to people like me, even though I know that thought is wrong, since it has. Gawd, I'd best keep quiet and enjoy the food and the company is silence before I say something that I might regret."<br><br>Sebastian quickly leaned over and gave Isabelle a quick kiss on the cheek while reaching for the Shepard's Pie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 15:02:26</strong>
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				Isabelle was beginning to feel a bit unsure of herself, unsure of if she was pushing or rather moving a bit forward much too soon. The man had just finished kissing her, hours before this it was about nerves and upset tears over Cassie. Now the tables had been changed, a need equation added to the mix, the possibility of a relationship, the worry now of if she would be sharing too much or too little with Sebastian. The self doubt was pushed to the back of her mind, ready to be dealt with when she would finally be alone, as right then and there wasn't the time nor the place. <br><br>Sebastian began giving her a bit of a look, almost a cross of 'you're joking right' and 'please I've been around the block'. Fingers started to drum upon the table almost absentmindedly, at least it was better than twirling ones hair while still eating lunch. <em>"I'd really like that. It's not often that I get such an irresistible offer. Plus, the joys of being my own boss, and having some skilled employees, I can take the occasional early night, which I haven't really done since buying the place. How about Saturday night. It's not quite as bad as Friday nights, so they would be able to survive without me on that night."</em><br><br><em>"It's a date....I mean.. Great it all works out then Sir...</em> A slight smile curled upon Izzie's lips at his words, words that had caused her to feel nervous and call the man 'Sir'. Quietly she watched the man now eat a dumpling, while beginning to think once again. It seemed that by being brave not only once but twice this day had paid off so far, Izzie wasn't going to press her luck with a third. <em>"I'm not sure about you, but it taking a little while for this to sink in. It's just... oh, I hate it when the words vanish on me like that. It's like it's almost too good. That something like this doesn't happen to people like me, even though I know that thought is wrong, since it has. Gawd, I'd best keep quiet and enjoy the food and the company in silence before I say something that I might regret."</em><br><br>If only Sebastian knew that she was thinking some what similar thoughts but hadn't voiced them, nor would she. The quick kiss to her cheek had her blushing once again, as if she were a school girl upon the top of the world. Silence was something that Isabelle could do rather well, it was needed for the moment at least. Across the table she reached, grabbing the Lemon Pound Cake and the Apple Pie. Izzie was going to do one of the things that she did best when feeling a bit overwhelmed by emotions, eat sweets since a book couldn't be up and opened even if she had one in the middle of lunch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 10:15:23</strong>
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				Sebastian watched his girlfriend as she made for the sweets with some serious intent. He slowly reached out and took her hands in his once the pie was safely resting on the table once more. Her hands were held firmly, but gently, mainly stopping them from moving again. It seemed that he had a somewhat anxious woman on his hands, not that it made her any less loveable.<br><br>"Isabelle, my name is Sebastian, not sir." He smiled warmly, mildly amused that she was still using that affection for his name. If they were in a relationship, being called 'Sir' just made him feel old, or like he was her father and that made him feel completely wrong. "And apart from that, yes, we do have a date, don't we?"<br><br>"Now, Isabelle, I am going to ask an enormous favour of you, and I am going to give you little choice in the matter. But you can trust me, and I hope you believe that." Sebastian gave her a few moments to ready herself internally. He she appeared to be ready, he continued. "I want you to tell me what has got you so nervous that you want to devour the desserts before they're ready to be enjoyed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 10:39:55</strong>
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				With intent Isabelle had given herself a good serving of the desserts, nerves were beginning to take complete control. Placed back upon the table Apple Pie would be when Izzie felt her hands being captured by Sebastian's. Blue eyes looked over to the man, finding him staring right back at her. <em>"Isabelle, my name is Sebastian, not sir. And apart from that, yes, we do have a date, don't we?"</em> A firm nod of her head was given while lower lip was tugged upon by teeth just a bit. Izzie felt even more nervous&nbsp; in that moment, it seemed that he was reading her or at least trying too. <br><br><em>"Now, Isabelle, I am going to ask an enormous favor of you, and I am going to give you little choice in the matter. But you can trust me, and I hope you believe that. I want you to tell me what has got you so nervous that you want to devour the desserts before they're ready to be enjoyed?"</em> The question posed wasn't all that hard to be answered upon the surface, yet if a person dug just a little bit deeper, they would see just how much of a loaded question it truly was. Isabelle stared at Sebastian, trying to ignore the impulse had to get up and leave. <em>"I don't want...I don't want for this to be end before it even starts..Things like this never happen..I am never a lucky one..but I don't want to have to lose something just found..."</em>, was whispered softly before pulling her hands from his own.<br><br>Izzie stood up needing to do something other than sit there underneath his watchful eye. It was in that moment she realized it, something was understood as well as felt deep down. <em>"It wouldn't end will it...because we are willing to share.. to actually talk..trying to build a foundation for this to grow upon...like a house.. no foundation it will eventually fall into ruin..."</em> She thought that her words made next to no sense at all, eyes found his own. Isabelle moved towards him, lips pressing, finding warmth against Sebastian's. It seemed that she was beginning to open herself up to him, to even possibly one day fall in love with this very man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 00:41:19</strong>
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				As Sebastian expected, his question struck hard and bit deep. He knew he was taking a gamble, but he was confident that he could win the greater prize at the end. Isabelle being a little more relaxed. He was starting to see how closed off she really was, regardless of how much she reached out to connect with others. It was like she was on the other side of a glass pane. She could be seen, heard, but not touched. She would not allow herself to be held or comforted either. He saw her fighting her flight reflex, holding on for dear life so she didn't possibly embarrass herself further. Well, in her eyes anyway.<br><br><em>"I don't want...I don't want for this to be end before it even starts..Things like this never happen..I am never a lucky one..but I don't want to have to lose something just found..."</em><br><br>Her hand eased themselves from his. He made no effort to stop her, even though he wanted to hold her hands more than anything else he could think of at that time. He looked at the young woman before him, just soaking up her beauty. He was about to reply when he got a sense that something was going to happen. He saw in her body that she was readying herself to do something, may speak or maybe move. But to intervene right then would make matters worse.<br><br><em>"It wouldn't end will it...because we are willing to share.. to actually talk..trying to build a foundation for this to grow upon...like a house.. no foundation it will eventually fall into ruin..."</em><br><br>Sebastian was caught off guard slightly as Isabelle moved closer, pressing her lips against his in a slightly rushed kiss. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around her, gently coaxing her into his lap so they could continue their kiss a bit more comfortably. He found himself slowly calming, relaxing into the niceness that was only partially shown by the delightful young woman in his arms. He couldn't remember clearly the last time he held some one close for his own benefit. Many times, he held others for their support, to aid them through some trauma. It was always good to do that, and he got something from the act too. But holding Isabelle, that was because he wanted to, and he was liking it a great deal.<br><br><em>'I hope that I get the opportunity to do this again. Quite a fair bit, actually. Hell, be honest man. I want to hold her a fucking lot.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silver</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 01:49:00</strong>
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				There was something in the way that she kissed Sebastian that Isabelle just didn't understand right in that moment, yet when she looked back upon this moment a month or two later it would be realized that it was the true beginning of something meaningful. Into his lap she felt herself being pulled as that kiss would continue, the feeling of arms wrapping around her back. Izzie moved her own arms around his neck, in that moment she felt safe, not judged nor having to over think every single little thing. Sebastian had a calming effect upon her, Izzie only hoped that over time she would feel a bit more relaxed over time. For a little bit of time they remained as they were, Isabelle within his lap just kissing him. <br><br>Soon enough lips pulled away and she turned around, not bothering to get up before taking a bite of pie and then offering Sebastian a forkful. If someone had seen them in that moment, the might have assumed that they had been together for at least a year, judging by how comfortable they were together. The rest of lunch went on without incident and when the time came for Isabelle to leave, upon tiptoe she stood kissing his lips. <em>"I'll see you later Sebastian..."</em>, was whispered before kissing him once again. He had left such a bright spot within her for that day, neither of them would realize that a lunch that should have taken an hour had actually taken three. Time always seems to fly by when spending time with a person quite enjoyed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Town of Elliquiy (2.0): The Fisherman's Net</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 10:26:45</strong>
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				With Isabelle in his lap, everything felt just right. There was no rush, no desire to go further than what they were doing. She was enjoying it as far as he could tell and that was all that mattered to him. Their kiss ended naturally, leaving Sebastian deeply relaxed and quite happy. He frowned slightly as Isabelle load a fork with some of the apple pie and offered him the tasty morsel. he smiled broadly as me moved his head forward to take the food. If it were possible, he swore it tasted better because of how it was delivered.<br><br>They stayed like that, taking turns at offering food to each other, before Isabelle to the seat next to him once more. They ate casually, talked about little things that meant nothing, but showed they wanted to remain connected in some way. But with all things, it came to an end. But again, to Sebastian's mind it ended at the right time, and precisely in the right way. Isabelle raised herself as high as she could, and Sebastian lowered himself until her now tastier lips met his.<br><br><em>"I'll see you later Sebastian..."</em><br><br>Whispered words that sent a wave of good shivers down his spine as yet another delightful kiss was laid upon his lips. He led her to the door of the room, opening it slowly.<br><br>"Don't worry about the basket, I'll bring it Saturday night with everything cleaned."<br><br>He walked her to the door, and waited there watching her leave. Jason laughed as Sebastian returned to the bar. "I'm going to have to dock to pay for that extra time you spent in there with the lovely young lady. Not that I think you're going to mind one little bit, since I doubt you heard me."<br><br>"Oh, I heard you, smart arse. I was just ignoring you."<br><br>"Well, we managed to keep the place going without causing a fire, riot or other trouble, Dad."<br><br>Sebastian picked up a nearby towel and threw it at Jason, who pulled it out of the air and laughed. Sebastian shook his head and got back to work behind the bar, smiling for the rest of the day.
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