Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe & Ryan   [van -- bdsm]
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				Title: <strong>Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iuda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:09:24</strong>
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				Sorcerer's Apprentice was probably a really cool name for an occult bookshop back in the 70’s or 80’s or whenever the old man started it up but today all it did was conjure images of a tacky new age novelty shop selling crystals and paperbacks promising to decode your dreams. Sadly enough that's what paid the bills. However the old man had built up an extensive library and stock of occult and esoteric works available for a price for those who knew where to look for them, and they numbered few. The vast majority of business was drawn in by the dreamcatchers and books about Nostradamus in the window.<br><br>It was nearly two years since the old man passed on to a better place… Or not… And left the bookstore to his protégé, Ryan. The boy from Ireland had no mean talent. Not just selling tripe to tourists. He and the old man did what they could, when they could, by whatever means they could to help the good Guy upstairs and to help themselves. Ryan had been marked since he was a young boy. He had a gift. What he did came easy to him and when you have a gift like that there's always some evil bastard that wants to take it from you, or in Ryan's case, THE evil bastard, and so he had lived all his life being stalked by something who's name shouldn't be spoken but who reeks just a little of brimstone and sulphur.<br><br>The handsome, unassuming boy from Ireland behind the counter was a magician. A magician with baggage. And the old man had left him the shop in his will after he failed to recover from their last job together. A particularly nasty job but one that went into the win column for the good guys. Ryan did what he had to do, not only did Ryan have baggage, he was a bastard too. Life had made him that way. Stalked by a demon since childhood and forced to sell trinkets to tourists. Ryan's life certainly had a sick sense of humour. Though things were looking up, the hot girl was back. She couldn't be here for the books and gimmickry, she looked more intelligent than that. There was something about her. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something that set her aside from other customers, from other pretty faces. Something was drawing him to her and he was going to make sure that she became drawn to him. And so he put on his best smile and thickest accent as he walked over. <br><br>"Hello. Back again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 17:27:14</strong>
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				A day that was all her own was rare; no family commitments, no school, no church functions.&nbsp; Instead of lazing around with a book as was her wont on such days, she dressed carefully in a long, colorful print skirt, a leafy green, curve hugging, scoop-neck top, its snug sleeves reaching nearly to her dainty wrists and low heeled ankle boots.&nbsp; After loosely piling her long, honey streaked hair on her head, she darkened the lashes framing her big, blue eyes and added shine to her lips with a fingertip dipped in tiny pot strawberry flavor gloss.&nbsp; Not much later she set out for a walk enjoying the kiss of warm sun and intent on a picking up a fancy coffee some place.&nbsp; <br><br>Passing by the bookstore a sparkle from deeper within the window caught her eye.&nbsp; She paused, gazing at the crystals and colorful teardrops hanging to take advantage of the sun's rays and soon found her self inside the quaint old shop again.&nbsp; A bell over the door announced her arrival in a mellow jostling of metal against metal, much more charming than than the electric beeps of more modern stores.&nbsp; She meandered around slowly, reading book spines.&nbsp; "Sorcerer's Apprentice" was an ongoing theme evident in the unfamiliar titles that evoked wonder and shivers alike.<br><br>"Hello. Back again?"<br><br>"Hello..."&nbsp; The sound of him was wicked and charming all at once and suddenly knew she had planned on coming here all along. <br><br>Several days before, she and Dorrie had come into the dingy little place.&nbsp; Dingy wasn't quite right really and rather stingy.&nbsp; The place had more character than that with floor boards worn to shining patches uttering random welcomes or perhaps protests, high shelves lining the walls, table like bins placed in some semblance of order across the store space and twirling metal racks dotting here and there.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was relatively clean and dusted, at least where the public could see and the huge, plate glass windows fairly shone, adding allure to the trendy books and 'spiritual' bric-a-brac on display.&nbsp; That is why they stopped in, Dorrie was excited over the window display of the latest book in a popular series.&nbsp; While the other girl made the purchase, she had perused a rack of handmade cards.<br><br>The old floor wasn't the only thing speaking to her that day.&nbsp; Tucking long, brown hair behind an ear she felt the eyes of the boy behind the counter following her.&nbsp; He'd been polite and charming enough to her friend, but when Dorrie had called her over to try on - and giggle over - a small bin of 'mood rings' she could almost feel his fingertips touching her cheek, pushing that ever errant lock behind her ear.&nbsp; Lifting her eyes to his, blue met blue and she smiled shyly.&nbsp; He seemed about to say something, when Dorrie grew bored with the cache of trinkets and dragged her away.&nbsp; Out into the real world again she soon realized that maybe the old bookstore had opened her mind to imaginings.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Yes... i wanted a chance to explore a bit more."&nbsp; His smile reached right into her chest, battering out a staccato beat until breathless, she had to look away.&nbsp; Glancing around the book lined walls, she said, "I don't remember seeing this place before.&nbsp; Have you been open long?"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iuda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 13:16:51</strong>
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				<em>"It's has been around longer than I have."</em><br><br>His smile was easy, encouraged by her shyly looking away to examine the shelves that lined every wall.<br><br><em>"The original owner opened it in the Seventies I think. It probably even looked clean and tidy on the outside back then."</em><br><br>His smile widened and he couldn't help but drink her in with his deep blue eyes. The way her dress clung, the way her boots set the whole thing off. By the time he dragged himself back he had probably been staring a litlle longer than was polite and reddening just slightly he fidgetted, rubbing his jaw.<br><br><em>"I don't have down as someone browsing for novelties or trinkets? Are looking for anything in particular?"</em><br><br>The slightly high pitched, melodic accent of his homeland sang the words to her as his eyes searched hers. Even if she didn't know exactly what she was looking for, it was evident that she was drawn to it here. He had worked no spells or charms on her after their first meeting a few days earlier, even then he sensed in her that she searching. There was something about her, a need, a desire. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt it and it was consuming him slowly, yet he did nothing to abate it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 15:09:37</strong>
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				<br>"Oh..."&nbsp; How could she have missed it?&nbsp; Books were a passion after all.&nbsp; Still she hadn't been to this part of town very often at all until volunteering at the soup kitchen two blocks away.&nbsp; "Well then, since you're not a swaddled babe..."&nbsp; A slightly bemused smile and a lift of one shoulder were her final comment on that, at least for the time being.&nbsp; She moved a few steps, fingers riding idly over the titled spines in the bin.&nbsp; Even with some distance between them she could feel him 'touching' her with those deep blue eyes.<br><br>"I just had to have one of those darling little worry stones."&nbsp; Among all the kitschy stuff strategically placed on the counter near the ancient register, working spells of impulse buying, was a small velvet lined box of polished stones; more like flattened marbles, some solid, some tiger eyes.&nbsp; Next to that was a box of coins with etched words of inspiration; <em>HOPE, PEACE, STRENGTH, DREAM</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>BELIEVE</em> was most likely in amongst them she mused lifting her gaze to his, searching for an easy answer to the unasked.&nbsp; What did he believe?<br><br>All teasing was set aside momentarily.&nbsp; "Really, i love books and there seemed to be some interesting though... unfamiliar titles."&nbsp; The slight&nbsp; pause highlighting the lack of contemporary tomes.&nbsp; Just then she flashed him a playful grin.&nbsp; "Maybe a book on magic.&nbsp; I might make good apprentice material."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iuda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 11:01:28</strong>
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				His eyes never left her as she talked and traced her fingers along the spines of the half century old works. He squinted, trying to catch her aura, to see if that would give him any clues about her but all he got was a hazy transparent outline of her body... He blinked his eyes and smiled. Her body. Even encased in clothing Ryan could tell it was to die for. <em>"An apprentice? To be sure I could use some help."</em> He flashed her a mysterious smile and walked down the next aisle of bookcases, knowing from the look on her face as she processed his words and the realization of them was not lost on her, that she would follow.<br><br>He turned and grinned at her. <em>"You really want that? It's not all parlour tricks, rabbits and hats y'know. Not REAL magic isn't."</em> His accent was thick, rhythmic and fast as his eyes burned into hers. <em>"It can be scary and dangerous." </em> He stifled a small grin. That was it. Danger. That was what she was searching for. He pondered a moment. She wanted to live on the edge. Well... He could take her there... And beyond. <em>"I have a job tomorrow night if you want to come along?"</em> He knew she wouldn't be able to resist... If he was right about her. <em>"It might get scary though."</em> He no longer suppressed his cheeky smile.<br><br><em>"Be here at seven... I'm Ryan by the way."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 06:37:56</strong>
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				When he cast that smile and walked away, she trailed behind getting more of an impression of him.&nbsp; He seemed older than he looked; a weathered soul.&nbsp; Surprise registered on her face when he affirmed a need for help.&nbsp; "Seriously?"&nbsp; Her parents would be dragging her to a prayer meeting for sure if they knew she in such a place as this, let alone assisting some self proclaimed warlock.&nbsp; Still, her heartbeat quickened and when he turned to look back with his eyes boring into her, she didn't flinch. <br><br>"A job?"&nbsp; Her expression was dubious. "A scary magic job at that."&nbsp; How bad could it be really when he could barely contain his mirth?&nbsp; He was teasing her... with fear.&nbsp; Her chin lifted, a stubborn streak showing.<br><br>"And if i call your bluff... Ryan?"&nbsp; There was no repressing the smile in the cool blue diamonds of her eyes.&nbsp; She took a few steps closer, one brow lifting in wonder.&nbsp; "Are you going to show me 'REAL' magic then?"&nbsp; This was as close as she got to flirting except for school; boys so immature they were clueless to womanly wiles, not that she had many of those.&nbsp; Still it felt good and this was no school boy.<br><br>Close enough to touch, she couldn't resist the chance and extended her hand, head tilting off to the side.&nbsp; As his palm slid across hers, she knew it was dry from handling all the books.&nbsp; "i'm aurora chloe.&nbsp; And it's nice to meet you, Ryan." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beginnings of a Girl:  chloe &amp; Ryan   [van -- bdsm]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iuda</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 16:14:49</strong>
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				<em>"REAL magic?"</em> he shrugged. "<em>For sure... When you're ready." </em> His lips upturned in a faint smile, teasingly hinting that that may be never, whilst at the same time dangling the carrot questions and answers untold. His eyes flashed at her name as she offered it. A name is just a name but it was as if a private hunch of his had been confirmed. <em>"Aurora is it? And why are you named that I wonder? Are things drawn to your light like a moth to a candle in the dark?" </em> It wasn't really a question. More of a musing.<br><br><em>"Be here by seven tomorrow,&nbsp; looking as lovely as you do now mind."</em> His emerald accent chirped before she could answer, a caddish smile spreading readily across his lips. <em>"And I'll show you a little of magic."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:57:53</strong>
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				<em>real magic.</em><br><br>"Dawning blossom...&nbsp; "&nbsp; She blinked,&nbsp; her explanation hanging in the air, unbidden.<br><br>A sudden anxious fluttering in her belly caught her breath.&nbsp; Dabbling in such things went against everything she was taught to believe was right and proper.&nbsp; And safe.&nbsp; The timid butterflies dipped south, stirring her wonder and inexplicably ticking up the beat of her heart.&nbsp; He seemed a bit dangerous for all his charm.&nbsp; Maybe not bad, but he certainly flirted at the edges of badness.&nbsp; If he was serious, he'd said 7 o'clock tomorrow; already she was working out how to manage it.&nbsp; And she wasn't naive enough to think this was an actual job.&nbsp; Something interesting perhaps, but nothing to put money in the bank.&nbsp; She'd never be able to explain that away or that she was meeting a boy.&nbsp; No boy.&nbsp; Man.&nbsp; <em>Thud Thud.</em>&nbsp; She blinkned then and tore gently against her bottom lip with her teeth.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps he was already using a bit of trickery on her.&nbsp; She didn't feel anything overtly strange or see anything other than Ryan with a smile that was both cocky and teasing and a twinkle in his eye.&nbsp; The nervousness she felt wasn't fear exactly; no fight or flight here, but something stirring in her veins, an excitement.&nbsp; There was no hiding the light flush of color to her cheeks, which only made her blue eyes shine brighter, yet it seemed to her, the eager response of her mind and body was kept well under the wraps of a good christian girl's self control.<br><br>She tipped her head and replied cooly, not wanting to be lured to this part of town after a safe hour.&nbsp; "And if i'm able to show at seven, you won't deny me my lesson?"&nbsp; Most of all, she couldn't admit to feeling herself a bit like a moth to a magic flame.&nbsp; <br>
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