The Forgotten Love ~ 1x1 with {B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l}

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Maggie - She nodded, setting the angel down. "Yeah, I like it that way," she said softly and turned around, letting him play with her hair. She held her necklace in her hand, playing with it.

[rose;]

Dean twisted it up and took something off the table, using it to pin her hair. "It's an old pin," he told her when he was done. "One you used to have."

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Maggie - She looked up at him, now she felt that it was romantic he kept things like this; but later she'd find it a little strange.
"Aw, that's so sweet," she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, "Thankyou," she said and moved his arms around her waist.
"So are you going to tell me the story now?" she asked, looking up at him.

[rose;]

"Of course," he said, and sat down on the couch, motioning for her to sit next to him, his wing outstretched.
WB...

You want her to touch his wing now, before he tells the story so I don't have to type for an hour? Then she'll experience the story he was going to tell?

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Yuss XP Lol Haha That's what I was thinking.

Maggie smiled and sat down next to him, rubbing his back a little, smiling and then she sat on his lap and said, "But first ..." she leaned in to kiss him, letting her hands linger on his wings, then she ran them down his back, and as soon as she got to the small of his back, it's like she was sucked into another world.
She woke up in a sweaty place, kind of like a barn except it wasn't, and she was on a matress of hay. She sat up slowly and looked down at the boy next to her, and smiled. He had needed a place to stay for that night, and she offered to help him in secret. She got out of bed and quickly pulled her clothes on and woke up the man.
"You'll need to get up before pappa comes," she said.

[rose;]

"No, don't-" Dean said quickly, moving to take her hands away from his wings. Before he could stop her, he was sucked in with her, seeing what she would see.
He knew what this was, she was the slave maters daughter. Oh great, the worst one she could have possibly picked.
He stirred in the hay, slowly raising himself onto his elbows. He smiled at Maggie, his hair full of hay. He reached up to catch her hand. "Will I see you tonight?" he asked. "Here? Again?"

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Was this one when she was 10 or 14? Lol XP

Maggie glanced up at him, in her mind she was wanting to ask him what was going on, but it played just as it had hundreds of years ago. She could still wonder what was going on, but couldn't control anything. It was like she was watching a movie.
She nodded, "Yes, you will Dakota," Who the hell is Dakota? We must've had different names before, She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, he was much older than her, yet she would still do anything for him.
"Just make sure my father doesn't see you, come through the back like you did tonight, and we can continue where we left off in our games,"
They had little pretend games, like she was a princess and he was her rescuer. Or that she was a beautiful girl who had fallen in love with someone from a different family.

[rose;]

The boy, Dakota, nodded. "I'll be working in the stables today," he said, "Your father moved me from the fields."
He slid down a ladder, and looked up. "Jump!" he called. "I'll catch you!"

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Yeah I checked it was when she was ten XP

Margret (That was her name then) looked down and nodded, jumping so he'd catch her, not making a sound when she jumped; where most little girls would scream.
"Okay, then I'll go riding today, so we can see each other," she gave a smile. "Hopefully father will let me," she said softly and adjusted her dress.
She heard her name being called out from the house, she turned her head, "Oh, I have to go, I'll see you later, Dakota," she said and ran off to the house, taking the back door so it seemed as if she had been in there the whole time. She plucked a piece of hay out of her hair and then found her father, who told her she'd be at finishing school all day. Margret sighed and nodded, "Yes pappa," she said softly, going to change into nicer clothes.

[rose;]

Dakota watched her go with a sigh, and took his own way out, heading for the stables. She was so young, but definitly understood things someone her age shouldn't.
He went to the stable, and greeted the other slaves. He got out his horses, and began to groom each. Soon, Margarets father came in, to take his horse. Dakota brought him his horse, tacked up and groomed, his eyes down. He looked up when he said his name sharply. "Yes master?" he asked.
"Why, Dakota, is this horse dressed in dressage tack?" he demanded.
Dakota's eyes widened. "I-I'm sorry sir," he said stumbling over his words.
"Gaurds!" Her dad yelled, "Bring him to the house. I'll deal with him later!"
The gaurds came in, and he was drug to the house without a fight.