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Post by dean on Jul 11, 2006 21:51:35 GMT -5
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As Dean listened to Natalie's responce his brow furrowed. Trophy wife? That was no life. He hadn't known her for very long at all, but Dean knew she had to want to be something. Didn't everyone? But then again, he thought, some women might like the trophy wife life. Natalie didn't strike him as being one of those kinds of people. He watched as she turned slightly away from him. Dean reached for her left hand with his.
" But what do you want to be? " He asked her curiously. Dean thought she must want to be something... Anything? He didn't have a guess as to what, though.
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Post by natalie on Jul 11, 2006 22:20:25 GMT -5
At his touch Natalie turned back around to face him. Her eyes settled on his and she almost appeared to be wanting to find something in his.. an answer of some sort.. perhaps looking it right over. After all was this not a display that he had more confidence in her than that?
She gave a slight pause before speaking, "I want to be my own person. I can't lie and say that women have bad lives were I come from, at least not in most aspects. I just don't want to be thought of as an object.. some sign of achievement. I want to feel free to do and think as I wish." Something that she had been denied or had redirected since she was too young to remember.. Also another thing the Ministry kept from her.
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Post by dean on Jul 11, 2006 22:50:23 GMT -5
Dean laced his fingers with hers and rested their hands on her leg. He gazed back at her, a questioning look in his eyes as he did so. " You don't feel that way? " Dean asked her, his eyebrow rising questioningly. He had meant her feeling she could be free to do and think as she wanted. Dean was and was not taken by suprise that in her family the women were to be married off at the appropariate age to some rich guy. He was suprised that some families still functioned that way. But then again he wasn't because Natalie herself had said how they were very ' old fashioned '.
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Post by natalie on Jul 11, 2006 23:45:24 GMT -5
She was a little assured by Dean's touch, him taking hold of her hand in a more.. personal manner. She looked at him as he asked her the question.. the question that started their brief 'argument' in the first place.
She gave a slight huff, "Should I? If it's not my parent's on one end, the school staff on another, then it's the Ministry monitoring us all." She shook her head a little, "Can you really say you feel you can do whatever you want? I mean everything about our world is covered up as if we were some type of incurable disease."
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Post by dean on Jul 12, 2006 1:28:54 GMT -5
Then it came time for the age-old question, what came first, the muggle or the wizard? (( cheesy but I'm tired )) As he listened to Natalie's responce he held her gaze. Well, tried to, anyway. He thought about the second part of her reply, the question directed at him. He was about to say that yes, he could when he suddenly shook his head once. He honestly didn't. But there wasn't much Dean wanted to do that the Ministry would care about. Dean didn't exactly know what to say. He didn't really understand her point of view.
What he did ask her was, " Natalie, what do you think would happen if the Ministry stopped shielding the muggles from us, what we have? What would happen then? " He asked this because he was curious of her opinion about it.
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Post by natalie on Jul 15, 2006 22:09:19 GMT -5
Natalie tilted her head to the side as he asked her that question.. One she had been trying to prove to him over and over. She had her assumptions, alright.. And she was willing to stick to her guns if it ever came down to that. However only time would tell and she would have to wait it out.
She gave a faint smile to him, shaking her head a little, "As I stated before I think there would be chaos, a mass panic." And thus this would be the time in which Natalie saw it fit to rid them of those that did try to oppose them. "I think they would fear what they don't understand and try to kill us. Still is fighting for freedom not better than living your life under constant supervision - someone telling you what you can do and where?" She knew that he seemed thick headed but he would indeed dance in circles to try to prove his point to her.. No matter which way he wanted to make their world seem they were almost prisoners, only able to skim the surface of their abilities.
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Post by dean on Jul 15, 2006 22:58:43 GMT -5
Dean merely shook his head. He arched his neck backwards slightly and stretched before he said, " Natalie, I don't really want to talk about it. " He said it very plainly, saying that was that. Yes, he respected her decision like any one else's but he disagreed with it a bit. Dean shrugged slightly, returning his neck to it's intended position, as he thought about this.
Dean turned his body a bit more to face hers, his free hand traveling to her other leg, resting on her thigh. He leaned slightly against the couch as he did this, looking intently at her. " Are we....? " Dean asked her, not really finishing his question of asking her if they were going out now. He didn't exactly know what justified it. Yes, he had asked girls out before but none like Natalie. Or the situation he had found himself in after about a half hour of meeting her.
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Post by natalie on Jul 18, 2006 18:04:48 GMT -5
Natalie's eyes narrowed on him as he totally dismissed the subject. She felt that he was telling her what and what not to talk about and she didn't need another dictator in her life. Of course she knew the truth was more than likely because he didn't have a infallible angel. Every point he tried to make could be brought down by two.
She felt his hand go to her leg and she casually pushed it off, letting her hand slip from his and turning around to the front of the couch, sitting like a lady should. Now, now was the time to put on false airs. She swept her left leg up to rest on her right, her knee bent almost directly over the other. She kicked her foot a little and placed her hands on her knee, crossing her fingers together. If Dean wanted to play the 'what we can/can't do' game.. we'll she could too. She looked over at him, a sweet expression on her face. "Are we what Dean? You know what? I just really don't feel like talking about it.. perhaps at a better time you can better address whatever issue you would like to inquire about."
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Post by dean on Jul 18, 2006 20:58:35 GMT -5
Dean could feel her gaze on him changing and he knew she was mad... Well, maybe upset? He didn't really know what form of ' upset with him ' it was but knew it wasn't good. He shook his head slightly as she basically pushed him away and sat face forward on the couch, crossing her legs over one another and lacing her hands on her knee. He caught her glance and noticed the sweet expression. Too sweet. Dean felt like he was trapped, about to bit bitten. (( and not in the good way. XD ))
" Natalie, that wasn't what I meant. You have just told me that you would like half of my family crated up like cattle. How would you like me to take this? You can't expect me to accept something like that just because you say so. I repect your decision to think that but I still think it's wrong. I'm not saying we can't ever talk about muggles again, but right now I'm confused. I need time to just think about it. " He said all of this with a frustrated expression on his face. His hair was covering his left eye and he shook it back in place.
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Post by natalie on Jul 20, 2006 11:07:20 GMT -5
Natalie listened to him and though her anger didn't dissipate completely.. she was still calmed down a little by his words. He knew the Ministry was to blame. And Natalie didn't care to let cooperative muggles exist.. somewhere not far from Wizards but to coincide should be a choice. And their kind shouldn't be repressed.
She let her expression relax a little and she gave a half nod, "I would want you to look at it in a more logical way, well.. putting aside emotion and facing the real problem. However if time is what you need.. I am sure you have plenty of it." She dismissed that for the moment, knowing that things would have to turn slowly inside of his head to let him see just what she meant. "And Dean I suggest you don't tell me what I can and can't do. That above all else makes me most hostile." She knew he had not commanded her and even now he was trying to clarify that, still she was wanting to give him fair warning that he should choose his words a little more wisely.
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Post by dean on Jul 21, 2006 20:59:14 GMT -5
" I'm sorry, Natalie. " Dean said, he wasn't quite sure why he should be but he was sorry. He knew that he hadn't told her what or what not to do, just merely said he did not wish to discuss the topic at hand. But her statement didn't sound like a threat, perhaps a warning, though. She was right in assuming that he would need time to think things over, he tried to understand her thinking but it was a bit hard. Dean sighed slightly, resigned and leaned back against the couch. " I dunno, Natalie... " He said, not really knowing why or about what but he had a feint idea. (( short post but meh...  )) |
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Post by natalie on Jul 29, 2006 11:48:57 GMT -5
She relaxed a little more as he apologized, her dark eyes lazily drifting towards him and looking him over. She would let that small spark of anger dissipate for the time being, only because he was sensible to react in the right way.
He said he didn't know. Poor Dean, he had intelligence but he lacked ambition. I mean he seemed too indecisive right now and even the things that he knew could make him happy, well he was still hesitating to take.
Natalie arched her eyebrow and leaned against the couch more, giving him her full attention now. "What do you want out of life Dean? Can you at least tell me that or does fear compel you to keep it a secret also? You know that not everyone will accept you or your ideas but that is no reason to try to snuff your own feelings and dreams out. That's when you learn that you live life to make yourself happy and you become independent."
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Post by dean on Jul 29, 2006 23:59:29 GMT -5
Dean felt Natalie's eyes on him, her gaze looking him over. He smirked ever so slightly, but did not say anything as of yet. He was waiting for Natalie to say something first. " Out of life? " He asked, thinking the question over. " I guess the meaning of life would be in the persuit of happiness. " Dean said, his shoulders moving slightly to indicate a shrug. He had come up with this theory the other day and was convinced that it was true. " However you achieve that it up to you. " He said, his eyes now turning onto her. (( short post, meh... )) |
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