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Lyndsy Fonseca | Bello Magazine ‘13 

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50 Alex screencaps - 17&18/50

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I'm sorry, Julius. Goodnight. I love you.

Oh, Julius?

Good. Now, goodnight, Belle. 

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Text Messaging

Rose: You live in a world where the man that you love and who loves you still OWNS you, you were bought most likely purely for sex ~ though if you're me, you bought them to save them, who the fuck knows what goes on in Julius's head anymore.

Rose: Back to business; grow the fuck up. It's just sex, no church is going to hear you. Hell, there are no churches, Covaire is hell, kid. Get used to it if you haven't already.

Gracie: It's not about church. Trust me, if there was ever a God, he stopped caring about me a long long time ago. And Julius didn't buy me for sex. That came later. We are different from that.

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Text Messaging

Rose: Okay, prude.

Gracie: Am not a prude!

Gracie: Fine, what am I supposed to talk about? SEX. SEX. SEX. There, happy?

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Yes.

Oh, Julius?

Do you swear to actually attempt some sleep?

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Text Messaging

Gracie: I do not. I don't. And I don't talk to people about sex. That's not something that I do. That's not right.

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Fine...

Will you at least stay with me? I promise not to jump you, at least for now.

Oh, Julius?

[Grips her hand, growling under his breath as he tugs her close] You need to rest, a day of freedom does not entail you to simply doing whatever the hell seeks your merriment because you think you can do it. One thing at a time, don’t just jump to sex and assume I can somehow be gentle with you. [Drops her hand, breathing heavily] I know you like commands in bed, and since were in one, that is a command. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Approach me next week, and maybe I’ll warm up to the idea. For now, sleep.

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That's not what I- [sighs, sinking into her pillow in frustration] I know. And I'm not complaining about that. I'm not upset that she saved my life. I'm- [throws hands up in air] I am sick and tired of not being able to do anything but sit in this bed alone. I'm going crazy. [glares at him] It's not nothing, Julius. You try being forced to be immobile for weeks and see how you like it when you finally can move on your own that you're not allowed to because someone [jabs her finger into his chest] thinks you're too weak. [pouts] I'm not weak. I miss being normal and I miss you

Oh, Julius?

Rose did both you and myself a favour, Gracie, don’t stray too far to forget that. It’s against the law to interfere with a werewolf and his slave and she did that for me. You could have died from the loss of blood and you walked away with a broken ankle. I won’t feel sorry that. [Scoffs] Stop, Belle, you’re getting worked up over nothing.

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Oh, shut up. You're not the one who got bit by a psychopathic stranger-werewolf, got drugged with vampire blood and then had to spend a month in bed not doing anything so her stupid broken foot would heal properly. [rolls over in bed to glare at him] Don't roll your eyes at me, Julius Watson. [crosses arms, pouting]

Oh, Julius?

[Rolls his eyes] Really, Belle?

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[ignoring him]

Oh, Julius?

[An hour passes so Gracie can control her shit] Are you still angry?