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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 0:02:19 GMT -5
She was fighting with Blaise, which meant one thing; Tracey was working. She was up in her office, a loft space that looked over the shop, throwing herself into her designs so she wouldn't have to think about her foolish sort-of boyfriend. If she wasn't good enough for him, that was fine, but she wasn't going to sit around and dwell - she couldn't. After all, she'd wasted far too much time on Blaise Zabini and his stupid standards. She wasn't even sure what they were fighting about this time; all she knew was that he came back from visiting his aunt and then picked a fight about something ridiculous; the food, or whatever. They'd both known the real reason he wanted to fight, and Tracey was smart enough to know that she had lost before they ever started fighting, because she always lost; he was mad about something that she couldn't change.
But she could change her line, to include more sexy lingerie in the intimates department, and so that was exactly what she was doing. She was designing scantily little numbers that he would drool over at her next runway show, and she was pleased with herself for it.
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 2, 2011 0:30:04 GMT -5
Blaise wasn’t entirely sure why he was here. They had another blow out and he was pretty sure after she had thrown the vase at his head she was not too excited to see him again. Looking at the door of her store and the flowers in his hand he decided he might as well. He was here, he had spent the money and missed having her in his bed. Opening the door he called out. ”Tracey!” It didn’t take him long to find her and he headed towards her with the flowers outstretched. ”Hey beautiful.” Which was really a poor way to open considering the way they had left things.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 0:46:08 GMT -5
"The sign reads 'closed'," Tracey said as Blaise approached. What, he thought that he could show up with flowers and flattery and she wouldn't be mad anymore? Not likely. She didn't look up until after she'd spoken, but when she did, Tracey stood, glad she'd worn shorts and heels today, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't think you can just walk in here and give me flowers, Blaise." She added, tucking her chair in a little too forcefully. "I'm not doing this again. I'm no fool."
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 2, 2011 10:30:25 GMT -5
”So it does.” Blaise said in passing, he didn’t think the sign applied to him, no signs applied to him. He leaned casually on one of the racks of clothing and looked at her a devil may care smile across his face. ”No I didn’t think that would be enough so I also made reservations at that five star restaurant you love.” Looking at what she was working on he liked it thus far. ”I never said you were a fool. You are in fact quite intelligent its one of the more attractive qualities you poses.” of course her attractive qualities were hard to qualify she wasn’t like the rest of them.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 10:45:21 GMT -5
"And if I already have plans?" Tracey asked, eyebrows raised. She didn't have plans, but she could have; the fact that he seemed to think that she just sat around waiting for him. Despite the fact that she had been, she was still offended by it. She approached him anyway, ignoring the alluring scent of his cologne or aftershave, or whatever, and prodded at him. "Don't lean on those. I don't come into your office and walk all over your important documents," She sniped somewhat snidely, before straightening out the mussed fabrics with a lot of care.
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 2, 2011 10:52:40 GMT -5
”Do you have plans? I figured your plans were all here with your clothing.” She had a show coming up and so that meant she would be spending more and more time in the shop taking care of things for her line. ”I also figured everyone gets hungry and so I would remind you of the fact you need to eat so you don’t pass out.” She walked towards him and he took his hand off the rack. ”Sorry.” He then smirked. ”That’s a lie and you know it, I remember you coming into my office in that trench coat, and shoving all of my papers onto the floor.” He leaned in, it really as one of his favorite memories in his office.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 11:38:35 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed. Did he forget about last week when he was being a complete prat and she was throwing a vase at his head? The fool. "My clothes don't take kindly to me cancelling our plans." Tracey pointed out. "And as for my trench coat, if it bothers you, you can be sure that I won't be making another, similar visit." She smiled, a saccharine sweet smile that they both would be able to recognize as fake. She didn't even care, not a little bit. If he was going to pick fights, she was going to maintain them.
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 2, 2011 14:13:47 GMT -5
”Fine, forget it Tracey.” He threw up his hands if she was going to be like this he wasn’t going to stick around. ”I should meet with my accountant anyway.” Which was the truth, she had been getting onto him about something and he had blown her off, he had Tracey in his bed. Now though he had no excuse Tracey didn’t want the reservation and for once he felt the accountant would be better company, she nagged him sure but at least she did not act like a total bitch. ”I don’t even know why I’m here.” He sighed and turned to leave for once she would watch him walk away.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 14:54:20 GMT -5
"You're here to remind me that I'll never be good enough for the amazing and wonderful Blaise Zabini." Tracey informed, following him solely so she could lock the door behind him. "You have a lovely time with your accountant" Read: whore. Tracey wasn't fond of Blaise's relationship with his accountant, even though she liked the woman as a person. It was territory. Not many women were stupid enough to spend so much time with her man, and not many survived it, either. She wanted to hit him for even bringing her up, even if he hadn't done it to rile her up (which she had a feeling that he did.)
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 2, 2011 15:18:12 GMT -5
Here I was thinking I was coming to remind you how beautiful you are or how much I care for you.” He didn’t bother turning around, he hadn’t mentioned his accountant to rile her up, at least not on the conscious level. The fact was simple, she had been hired by his mother before she died, and Blaise trusted her with the intimate details of his fortune, other than that there was nothing intimate about their relationship, they worked together at the ministry and with her creative and rather clever ways of handling his money. ”I will, unlike you she knows how to let things go.” That time he had meant to rile her up. Tracey should know by now there was nothing going, Blaise could separate business and pleasure, in spite of what Tracey might think with his accountant it was all business.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 2, 2011 18:19:54 GMT -5
How much he cared? Not how much he loved her. How much he cared. It was like a slap in the face. But she was more hurt than angry by it, and so she said nothing else, not wanting to engage him into hurting her further. He may not have realized it, but he was making things astronomically worse. "Then I hope you're happy together," She said, without the anger she felt only moments before, because that comment, she knew, was about hurting her rather than just a comment. She knew she would cry the moment he was out the door, but she did her best to keep her eyes from getting glassy now.
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Post by blaise fiacre zabini on Aug 3, 2011 13:06:24 GMT -5
”Don’t insult yourself Tracey, don’t insult her and don’t insult me with this stupid accusation.” The fact of the matter was simple he would go out for a drink, he would chat with his accountant about whatever she wanted to talk about and then they would actually have a small amount of fun, she was lively and he usually enjoyed her particular take on things, probably because there was little pressure in their conversation, when he first met her, sure he had wanted to see what the small body could do but the relationship developed into something more meaningful than casual sex, they were friends and it was apparent they were the wrong type for each other to begin with. That and it occasionally felt like he was out drinking with someone like Draco and not a woman at all, which made the idea of sex beyond unappealing. Having enough of the dramatics for the night he opened the door and left. If she didn’t want him tonight that was fine someone out there would and he would take her to the hotel.
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Post by tracey jasmine davis on Aug 3, 2011 13:35:47 GMT -5
She didn't need to insult herself; she heard his voice doing it in her head often enough that she didn't need to ever be insulted again. For once it was him walking away and Tracey couldn't help but feel broken by it. As the door closed behind him, she took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. What a fool she'd always been, thinking that they could be happy together. She knew this wasn't the end, but she also knew better than to follow him, no matter how much she wanted to. He wasn't going to change, and now she was hurt. They couldn't talk about it now.
In fact, Tracey decided, since Blaise was about to go out and find someone to pleasure him, she would do the same. After all, it'd been a while since she'd seen Theodore Nott.
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