Adagio for a dream {LEO}

[prim]

TO say that Prim was having trouble sleeping was like saying a T-rex had trouble with bad breath. Perhaps a strange analogy, but one that doesn’t necessarily need pointing out, and like Mr Rex had trouble finding a dentist, Prim had trouble getting more than few hours of sleep during the night. It seemed that every time the girl closed her eyes she could see his face- and yes. She knew that she had wanted it at the time, but that indeed is the fidelity of regret, at one point it was always what you desired. Still, had the girl known just what exactly she was getting into, the price of giving in to his soothing tones and feather soft touch, she doubted if she would have given in at all, let alone so easily.

However, now that Classes had started once more, now that her time was spent pulled between work, lectures and research, the hours of sleep lost in the last few weeks had caught up on her, and now Prim slept deeply, though far from peacefully. Plagued by nightmares, she found herself in hell, a hell of her own making. In this hell she was exactly what Deus desired of her, a temptress with empty eyes, tearing the souls from men with her lips and fingers on the earth whilst her own writhed in fire and brimstone, eternally burning and eternally in flame – ripped to pieces by the lust of others over and over. If one could die in a dream, prim surely felt that way now, longed for it now, for she truly believed she felt the pain on her skin.

Safe in her bed however, the real Prim tore at her bed sheets and her skin, raking her nails across her arms as she cried out in her sleep and tangled herself in the sheets. She was suffocating, and she needed to wake up as she screamed out, screamed his name and begged for the end of her suffering that really did not seem to want to come. As Successful as she could be at pretending during the day, as much as a facade she put on during the waking hours and continued with her life, she could not escape the truth of the reality in her mind.

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['Lucky' Leo Barone]

Sitting in the living room with a bowl of popcorn balanced on his belly, Leo couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten himself into this mess. Just three weeks ago, he'd been living on his own; by his wits and sustaining off of the money he'd earned. He'd thought himself some kind of Jesse James wanna-be, or a really blond 007. He hacked into auction house databases, stole magical items for high priced clients unwilling to go through normal channels. He was a bad ass! A man on the run!

...And now happily munching on popcorn that his roomie had made for him before she'd gone to bed, along with the diet coke he'd stolen out of her fridge. And as if that weren't enough, he was using one of her snuggly flowery blankets, while wondering why he'd never come looking for Prim sooner.

Bah, he was a ruined man, now. Him? Go stay in a motel room? Away from Wednesday Waffles and the other fabulous foods his friend prepared? He'd rather die!

With a snort, Leo shook his head at himself. He was becoming dependant on Prim and that just couldn't do...especially the fact that it was EASY to think of himself as a permanent roommate. For one, Prim probably wasn't looking for a permanent fixture in her living room, and for another, he probably didn't want to mix her up in his own crazy life. Who knew if there would be another rival or angry ex-client who would want to use her against him? Not to mention that there was a certain gangster back home who still wanted to string him up by his toenails. No, he couldn't get used to his life in Prim's snug little apartment.

Even if he really, really, really wanted to.

The late night horror flick was on low, and the lights flashed images of gore and mayhem. He tried his best to concentrate on them, but found himself continuously glancing toward the hallway that would lead upstairs to the girl in question's bedroom. She'd been acting a bit strange lately, he'd noticed; a bit distracted and fidgety. Among his kind, he'd say that she was afraid of being pinched by the cops, but he knew that his Primmy wasn't into any of THAT crap. All she had to do was take one look at him and realize it was the wrong road to take.

Still, she'd been acting unlike herself. He'd been tempted to ask what was wrong multiple times, but he kept his mouth shut. Who the hell was he- the friend who hadn't spoken to her in years- to insert himself any farther into her personal life? He was already parking his skanky ass in her home-bubble; he would not wiggle any further.

And yet, that's exactly what he found himself doing, as a scream rang out through the apartment. Popcorn rained down on the couch as he lurched to his feet and instinctvely reached for a nonexistant gun. It took his brain a milisecond to realize where the sound came from and he was off; zooming up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Without a thought as to whether or not waking up to his ugly mug would make her nightmare even worse, he bent over her and gently shook her.

"Prim? Prim, honey, wake up for me," Spotting the scratches on her arms from her own nails, he cursed and took hold of her wrists. "It's just a dream, Primmy. Wake up for me!"

TAG: Prim
WORDS:

[/color] enough
MUSE:[/color] 3OH!3 good
NOTES:[/color] LOVES MAH BOO
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[prim]

WHEN Prim had been younger, one of her favourite songs in the world had contained the lyrics ”What a difference a day makes”, and nothing could be more perfectly suited to the turn of events in Prim’s life. Some of these turns were good of course – she loved that leo was back in her life; she enjoyed having him around, the teasing banter and the easy way she could just be around him. She loved waffle Wednesdays and movie nights and throwing popcorn at him from the other side of the sofa. It was the other things that she would change back, and I she knew Leo was even contemplating walking out of her life again right now, disappearing and taking with him the small bit of normality she was clinging too, she would track him down, kick his ass for leaving her, and then drag him down to hell with her for it.

Oh yeah. She was that good.

Now however, still trapped within her dreams she could do nothing but whimper and cry out in her sleep. Vaguely, somewhere, she heard a voice she believed she recognised and screamed at it, unsure if such a thing was good or not. When he grabbed her wrists she lashed out, thrashing around in her sheets still, for converted back into the warped reality of her nightmares it wasn’t Leo trying softly to wake her up, to stop her from hurting herself further, but something else trying to rip her apart. She really did have quite the imagination, when she had been younger it had meant a year of silence, years of therapy. These days it just gave way to vivid dreams and monsters that seemed all too real, and now this particular one was leaning down to drag a clawed finger slowly down her cheek...

Prims eyes flared open, and for a moment she fought still with Leo, trying to bat him away. Her eyes gleamed with a wild fear that dulled with recognition. A soft whimper escaped the girls lips and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms and around his neck and breathing in his scent deeply – he smelled of popcorn and fabric softener and Leo – he smelled like what she had begun to think of as home and she grounded herself in that reality, using it to chase away the scene that still played in her mind, just behind her eyes.

She sat there for a long moment, arms around his neck and trembling slightly as the waves of panic and fear that had until recently enclosed her entire being slowly faded away, chased away by his presence and his warmth – warmth she was not eager to leave. After a moment however she released his neck and sat back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry Leo” She murmured after a moment, her face tilted towards the bedspread, though she looked up at him through the strands of hair that fell before her eyes. “I didn’t mean to... well.. I hope I didn’t wake you up?”

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['Lucky' Leo Barone]

Leo blinked in surprise as Prim began to fight him. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on her wrists, thinking only to stop herself from causing further damage to her arms. Jesus Christ, what kind of dream was she having, to thrash around so much? He leaned over her fully, trying to use his own bodyweight to make her still…but it seemed that the more he tried to subdue her, the harder she fought. Who would’ve thought that such a small woman could be so damn strong? He was such a freaking pansy.

All intelligent thought stopped as a particularly nasty leg-swivel caught him in his happy place. With a gasp, he felt his face go white and he pulled back slightly. Oh God, his balls! She’d kneed him in his balls!

”PRIM! WAKE THE HELL UP!” He gasped, giving her a little shake. His eyeballs felt like they were about to explode, and it seemed impossible to draw in enough air. He was crying, she was crying out; the night had turned into a party!

Finally, through eyes that he just knew had crossed, he saw those familiarly green eyes flash open and sense rush in. With a groan, he pushed himself back until he were sitting on the bed, cupping his crotch with one hand. He bent over slightly, forcing himself to take a few wheezing breaths and grunted in surprise as he suddenly found his arms full of woman.

God…she smelled good, he absently thought. Like flowery soap and sugar. She would, wouldn’t she; smell like some kind of delicious pastry he’d love to take a bite out of. With a sharp shake of his head, he forced those thoughts to the back of his mind and, after adjusting her a bit so she didn’t squish anything important, he wrapped his arms around her.

Closing his eyes as he forced himself to take a few calming breaths, he rocked her slightly. ”Oh thank you baby Jesus. Hey, hey; it’s alright, baby. You were just having a bad dream, is all. You’re okay. You’re home.”

It actually hurt to see her so frightened, and he found himself bending over her, as if he could protect her from her own dreams. When she finally pulled away, he found that he couldn’t let her go. Definitely not kind of scary.

Raising a brow, he let his usual carefree grin slide onto his lips. ”Nah, I wasn’t asleep. They have a Friday the 13th Marathon going on tonight. What was that all about, Primmy? You okay?” Finally having coaxed one arm to release her, he reached up to tuck some stray bangs behind her ears. ”I told you that ham in the fridge was looking a bit iffy, but no, you had to eat it. Rotten food gives you nightmares, you know.”

TAG: Prim
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[/color] enough
MUSE:[/color] 3OH!3 good
NOTES:[/color] LOVES MAH BOO
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[prim]

HAVE I mentioned just how much Prim loved the feeling of have Leo’s arms around her? No? Good. It was not something the girl liked to dwell on, given the flighty reputation of the man whose arms they belonged too, but right now their presence was comforting. She may not have her arms around him anymore, but that didn’t mean his didn’t make her feel all warm on the inside.

Wait... didn’t we just say we weren’t going there?

Prim sighed softly and looked up, meeting the deep pools of his eyes with her own for a rare second before her gaze focused on the wall behind him. ”Friday 13th huh? Haven’t seen those” No, Prim was not a great lover of Horror movies, and for once this wasn’t something to do with her life – she just didn’t understand them, or their appeal. Who wanted to see someone get hacked to pieces? You could watch the news for that. Besides, the plots were always terrible, Prim proffered Comedies, Thrillers – something to get the heart racing and the ribs breaking, if that was such an adequate way to describe such things.

Realising that chances were, she wasn’t going to get any sleep anytime soon, Prim leaned over and switched on the small lamp at her bedside, casting a gentle glow on them both, revealing Prim in her tousled and sleep-depraved goodness, but also that Leo had popcorn stuck to his shirt. Grinning, Prim focused herself on plucking the pieces from the material, tossing them into the bin next to her window with practiced aim. ”What were you doing?”She asked, and she removed a piece form his hair. ”Eating it or rolling in it?” yes, she was deliberately avoiding answering his questions whilst she formulated an answer in her head. Deus had warned her not to tell anyone else – she was still petrified at the thought of what he might do to Simmi having let it slip to the older girl what happened. Of course, she was not to know that she had been screaming his name in her sleep.

”I am sorry,”She said again, her eyes flickering across his face – part of hwr wanted to meet his eyes again, show that she was indeed sorry. She hated that he had run up here... and the noticeable octave higher in his voice. Yes, she had noticed that he was cupping the family jewels when she had first thrown her arms around him. Yet, she still couldn’t do it for longer than a fleeting second – but she was getting there. One day, she decided, she would be able to look him in the eyes. ”It was just a bad dream... a nightmare. Your right. Not real.”At least not yet. The end of her sentence went unvoiced for now however as she smiled at his Ham comment. ”Rotten ham... i’ll remember that for future reference.”

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['Lucky' Leo Barone]

Damn, he thought as he gazed into Prim’s eyes. He was really doing the ‘surprised blinking’ thing a lot lately. What was it about the girl that made him stumble off his game? For a minute there, a teenage version of her flashed into his mind’s eye; the quiet, polite, slightly awkward girl who would smile shyly at him when he’d saunter over. He’d felt a kind of amusement back then, knowing that the world was at his feet and he could get any girl he wanted. Prim was the nice one; the one he’d speak his mind to because he’d never think of sleeping with her.

…And yet, as he looked into her eyes and felt his chest tighten, he had to give his teenage self one hell of an incredulous look. If Prim had ever been a girl he wouldn’t have given a second glance…she was now a stunning woman. God, her eyes were beautiful…just like her.

DOWN BOY. His subconscious practically screamed the command in his head, and the witch shifted a bit where he sat. He’d been mesmerized for a minute, just looking into those rarely seen eyes and thanked God for both his common sense and her inability to hold his gaze. He felt disappointment, then confusion for the disappointment…and decided that he would never again eat a combination of popcorn and waffles so late at night.

Obviously, it was enough to put his aura into emotional overload. Was he really a chick deep down? He probably was.

A sheepish smile was on his face as he held himself still, giving her access to the popcorn currently making homes in his hair and clothes. He was slowly started to relax, now that he knew his Primmy wasn’t in any immediate danger. ”I was attempting to roll in it, ‘cause, y’know, the smell of popcorn is a known aphrodisiac. But then the kernals got into some really uncomfortable places, so I stopped.”

Before she could toss the last piece of popcorn, he nicked it out of her fingers with one quick flick of his tongue. Chewing triumphantly, he attempted to convince his arms to release her, but to no avail. She didn’t seem as if she didn’t like their current seating arrangement, so maybe this was alright? He shifted again, then felt his ears turn scarlet. Okay…given the way that his brain kept on remembering how green her eyes were and how good she smelled, if he didn’t get her off his lap soon, they’d both be seriously embarrassed. He’d just blame it on his raging libido; she knew he was a horn dog!

But gah, this was just weird. Prim was still the same Prim; that friendly, gentle girl who always made him feel at home. He’d never felt…well, that before! What the hell had changed?

Finally releasing his bruised ‘Little Leo’s’, he shifted her a bit and used his free hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. At her explanation, he frowned, mentally kicking himself for giving her an out. Why didn’t she want to share her dream?

”You know, Prim, you could tell me what happened, no matter how bizarre. I mean, weird dreams are natural. I personally dream that I’m being eaten by zombies every other day. Scares the crap outta me, but…there you go.” Giving her a little squeeze, he slipped one finger under her chin to tilt her head up. He knew that she wouldn’t meet his eyes, but seeing her face sans bangs made him feel a bit better. ”You can tell me anything, Primmy. You know that.”

TAG: Prim
WORDS:

[/color] enough
MUSE:[/color] 3OH!3 good
NOTES:[/color] LOVES MAH BOO
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[prim]

THE geeky girl he had once known – now there was a far cry from the woman sat half in his lap right now. Back then had had the full works, crazy clothes, braces, a strange idea that geeky glasses were cool... and of course the small lithe of a girl who was yet to let puberty take hold of her frame and be shaped to its will. Couple this with her retiring personality and inability to look anyone in the eye, and high school had been pretty much a write off for her. Well. Except for Leo anyway. Of course, she still had her taste for somewhat strange clothes, but yes, that prim was long gone, replaced by the prim of now... who really wanted to curl herself into Leo’s chest from some completely strange reason, and fall asleep there.

No, she didn’t mind his arm around her, his attention. She felt like she was home, and when he had hugged her and held her she had felt safer than she had ever before... and that scared the living daylights out of the poor girl. So now.. she didn’t shift her position and curl up against his chest like she so very much wanted too. She didn’t tell him all about dues and the silly mistake she had made – she did not spill her fears about going to hell and the small hope she harboured that Simmi might help her find a way out of her deal. Nor did she tell him that perhaps she was thinking of going back to see her psychologist. No, she sat where she was, having her bangs tucked behind her ear by his warm fingers, and listened to him claim popcorn was an aphrodisiac.

And she was the one was had been certifiable.

"Aphrodisiac huh? So that’s why you smell so good tonight"

[/color] She smiled, a teasing shine in her emerald eyes. Oh, if only she could look into his and see the effect she was having on the poor boy it would make her heart stall and her skin shiver, but as was, her fingers played with a thread in her bedspread, twirling the loose green silk around her finger whilst a mental battle raged in the girls mind, just behind her eyelids.

Despite her complete resolution not to tell anyone else about Deus... because far too many people knew of this already, because of the threat she felt hanging over her head and weighing on her shoulders, surely maybe, she could tell him of her dream. After all, it was only a nightmare.

Any decision she was about to make fail at the last hurdle when his finger slipped beneath her chin and tilted her head up to make her look at him. No, she did not meet his eyes, but rather they fell on the subtle line of stubble on his jaw and his eyebrows, everything else but those deep, bottomless eyes of his. No... she could tell him..without ever mentioning the part about her soul, or him being a demon right? She pulled her lip through her teeth, and with perhaps a little bit of unprecedented bravery, crawled further into his lap and settled against his chest anyway. If she was going to tell him... she wanted that feeling of safety she got there, otherwise she would never tell him.

Not in a thousand years.

"I was in hell leo... With fire and brimstone and monsters..."[/color] She started, looking down at the bedspread again and saying her words softly in case somehow he had bugged her apartment. For all she knew, Deus could hear everything she said... and she chose her words carefully. "I was... I was dreaming about this guy... and... in my dream... I sold him my soul... and then I was In hell."[/color] She swallowed, and explained her dream quietly, staring intensely at the bedspread the it’s loose thread in an attempt not to cry.


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['Lucky' Leo Barone]

In comparison, it could be supposed that Leo hadn’t changed much since his high school years. Where Prim had blossomed from an awkward- yet still beautiful, mind- teenager to a dazzling woman, the ex-gangster liked to think of himself as eternal. In his youth, he’d always been the easygoing, outspoken jokester of the class, and given his frizzy blond hair and easy smile, he’d never been wanting for female admirers.

Even today, the same could be said. He still had the same roguish, yet goofy smile and he put more stock in making people laugh than having serious conversations. Life as for living, or so he liked to think; not for worrying about mortgages and paychecks. All that was for grownups, and for those who actually wanted to die having lived a fulfilling existence…well, they were exempt from such trivialities.

…Then again, he was semi-broke and living on his best friend’s couch. Bah, either way, he was happy and that was all that counted.

Though Prim didn’t say anything, he could practically feel her body tense under his. She kept her voice light and her words flippant, but he could tell that something was bothering her. The fact that she didn’t want to tell him…bah, it should be expected! He hadn’t spoken to her in HOW long, and he was actually sitting there, holding her in his arms and expecting her to regale him with the woes of her current life choices? He was an idiot and a douchebag.

If anything, he was damn lucky that she was even letting him hold her as he was. While it felt damn good and he couldn’t seem to make his arms move from where they rested around her slim waist and shoulders, he knew that in a sane world, she would have pushed him away by now with insulting names on her lips. He was practically a stranger to her now; ignorant to the life she’d led for the past four years, and her ignorant to his. What right did he have to ask her what was bothering her?

Even if the need to do so was so damn strong, he was shocking himself every other second. When did he ever feel so protective over everyone? He was a believer that everyone could handle their own problems, and problems were meant to be worked out over time. And yet…the mere thought of something bothering Prim made him want to hurt something. Or someone.

Gah, he was afraid of himself at that moment. Popcorn as an aphrodisiac. He would focus on that…even though her saying he smelled good made his insides do something strange.

”Well, I do try,” He said after a moment of clearing his throat. He was a bit disappointed when she didn’t meet his eyes, but distracted himself by tracing comforting circles on the back of her neck. ”Ode de Leo. It’s not usually this good, but for you, sweet Prim…”

He smiled teasingly at her, then forgot how to breathe as she crawled fully into his lap and rested her head against his chest. Without thinking, he instinctively tilted his head down to rest his chin on the top of her head, and rocked her gently. God, she smelled way too damn good.

When she began to spoke, he forced himself to concentrate on her words and frowned. Hell? Selling her soul? ”Damn, Primmy…when you have a nightmare, you sure do go all out.” He’d meant to be teasing, to bring some humor into the sudden seriousness of their conversation, but realized it might not be the best time.

Clearing his throat, he continued to rock her gently. ”It was just a dream, Prim. You’re not in Hell, see? You’re right here, in your room, with me. And believe me; you’d be the last person who’d ever go to hell. You’re too good a person.”

TAG: Prim
WORDS:

[/color] enough
MUSE:[/color] 3OH!3 good
NOTES:[/color] LOVES MAH BOO
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[prim]

BUT in a sane world, Leo would not be in her room let alone be hugging her for her to push him away. In a sane world, Prim would not be in the predicament she is now, with her soul held in the hands of a demon and her future hanging forever over the precipice and promise of an eternity of hell. But this was not a sane world, and though there where parts she despised and parts she loathed, though there were parts she wanted to tear from living memory and cast down deep into the pits of hell with her; there were also parts she would never change, not in a million years, not for anyone, and sitting in Leo’s lap, having him as a friend if never anything more, was one of those things.

Bah. This girl was in so far over her head, she could no longer see the sunlight filtering through, let alone know which way was up. Still. As long as she could bask in ode de Leo down here, she wasn’t so sure she would never find her way out again.

Why did it feel so good in his arms? Why did it feel so easy and natural to be cradled in his arms and lean her head against the contours of his chest, to hear his heart reverberating through his torso and beating in her ear? Why did she like the way it felt, to have his head rest on hers? Why goddamnit why? It made it so hard for her to keep from spilling everything, was taking every possibly thread of her conscious thought to keep herself together, to keep herself from breaking down. Deus’ words rang through her mind, clear and loud as the peal of a bell. If Simmi made herself a nuisance.... she could not risk Leo too.

But even this crumbled with his words, his innocent words that bashed through even these feebly constructed walls and opened the floodgates. She did not know why the tears ran freely and silently down her cheeks now – she had not cried since she had seen simmi, and she had promised herself she would not cry again ;, but her vision of hell still lingered behind her blurry eyes, and Primrose Mia Thatcher was scared. Wiping feebly at her eyes, Prim buried herself in his chest and the crook of his neck, swallowing. Her tears made her voice thick when she spoke next.

"But Leo... You don’t know. I am going to Hell. It’s not just a dream... I did something stupid and terrible. I slept with a guy i barely knew and sold him my soul, and now I really am going to hell."

[/color] She felt better having voiced the words to him, but at the same time she had said it so quietly, she barely expected him to have heard. "I gave him everything leo... I stupidly and easily gave him everything he wanted."[/color]

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['Lucky' Leo Barone]

His chest felt like a vice; squeezing with every tensing of Prim’s lithe body in his arms. What was bothering her so much, that she didn’t think she could tell him? Hurt and curiosity and protectiveness surged through him with such intensity, he was almost scared by it. Good Lord…when had he crossed over from ‘carefree’ to caring so much that he wanted to rip someone apart for hurting her?

It had to be sleep deprivation…or sex deprivation? Lord knew that he was off his game, ever since he’d become the apartment scene’s new roommate.

Rocking her slightly, he forced himself to listen to what she was saying; to hazard a guess to what was making her so nervous. Was it school? Some kind of friend-drama? Maybe a boyfriend? Once again, he was shocked at the surge of…something he couldn’t identify, as he imagined Prim in someone else’s arms. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with him?

…And he was really expecting anything but what came out of her mouth right then. Souls? Hell? God? What the heck? When had his friend found religion and gone off the deep end? For a minute there, he was tempted to start checking her for cult tattoos, but the absolute belief in her voice, the conviction of her words, had him pausing.

Ever since that fateful ‘oh my GOD, I just blew up that plate with my mind’ incident back in New York before he’d fled, he’d been gradually acclimating to the fact that the world was not as black and white as he’d thought. Sure, he’d heard ghost stories and had held his breath going past cemetaries when he was younger, but…demons? Really? If that were the case, he was SO screwed.

Looking down at her, he couldn’t help the incredulous look that came over his face before he could school it. ”What do you mean ‘sold your soul?’ Prim…I don’t understand.” He paused, then shifted beneath her again. Well, at least with all the craziness, his happy place was getting less happy. ”Don’t get me wrong; I know that there are things that aren’t quite right in Denmark. I can…well, my Mom could apparently…eh…do stuff. With her mind. Or soul. Or something freaky like that; don’t ask, I’m just rambling…wait, slept with someone? Go back a little bit…you’re going to hell because you sold your soul and SLEPT WITH SOMEONE?”

Okay, no clue why that was making him so damn mad, but…oh fuck, he was getting red in the face; he just knew it.

TAG: Prim
WORDS:

[/color] enough
MUSE:[/color] 3OH!3 good
NOTES:[/color] LOVES MAH BOO
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]