Cécile Jammes
- Ingenious Pilot -
I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
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Post by Cécile Jammes on May 20, 2007 14:06:24 GMT -5
"That's okay. I can read up on your uhm.....question."
*Jammes gave Aimery a not so subtle we-have-a-secret wink and nodded back at Faye.*
What a cute couple. So nice and passionate and sweet.
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Post by Aimery on May 21, 2007 0:22:21 GMT -5
*Aimery smiled in gratitude and bowed politely to Jammes.*
Thank you...thank you.
*He turned to Faye and took her hand, full of eagerness.*
Where should we go? Where is safe to tell me everything you can? Please say it is somewhere that I can hold you...even for a few moments.
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Post by Faith on May 21, 2007 1:33:04 GMT -5
*Faye smiled sweetly.*
"Anywhere--it's alright. Really. Richard said."
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Post by Aimery on May 21, 2007 7:06:30 GMT -5
*Aimery's smile widened and his eyes danced over her sweet face. He brushed her hair back gently.*
My room...or under the tree...anywhere....just with you.
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Post by Faith on May 21, 2007 11:48:45 GMT -5
*Faye looped her arm about Aimery's waist as they wandered off.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 2, 2007 1:03:33 GMT -5
*NEW NIGHT, AFTER BUFFY'S WALK WITH SPIKE*
*Buffy ran through stairs and corridors, making her way as quickly as she could to the dorm and something like a safe place. Not that what was following her now could be kept out. She carried it within her--the uncertainty, Spike's alteration, her own treacherous wish to believe him. The nice things, anyway.
The bed wasn't her nice one at home, and no one would bring her cocoa--with or without marshmallows. But she collapsed on it anyway. Could she believe him? What would it mean? He was still Spike. Still capable of infuriating her, of making her punch him, of telling her things she didn't want to hear.
But Angel hadn't been the same at all. Angelus had retained nothing of her lover's qualities. How was it that Spike seemed so... Spikey even now?
And did that mean she had to start feeling bad about hitting him?*
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Post by Christine on Jun 10, 2007 10:28:20 GMT -5
NEW DAY
*Christine sat in her room, practicing her singing*
I used to believe in the days I was pure And I was pure like you used to be My wonderful someone will come to me someday and then it will all depend on me If he's a fine man, if he's a rich man, Wears a fine cravat, smokes a cigar And if he's gallant and treats me like a lady then I shall tell him Sorry
Chin up high keep your powder dry Don't relax or go too far. Look, the moon is gonna shine till dawn Keep the little rowboat crusing on and on You stay perpendicular
Oh, you can't just let a man walk over you Cold and dignified is what you are Such a whole lot of things can happen So firmly say but sweetly Sorry
One day comes a man But what kind of a man Do you know why he does what he does He walked into my room and he hung up his hat And I just didn't know where I was He was a lean man, he was a mean man He didn't own a cravat, smoked no cigar And God knows he never made me feel a lady. Just wasn't time for sorry
Chin up high my chin was down My shoes and I relaxed, but far too far Oh, the way the moon kept shining on The night was nice for rowing and this girl was gone Not so perpendicular
So you let a man just walk right over you Who said dignified is what you are Such a wonderful lot of terrible things did happen And now it's you can tell me Sorry
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2007 12:51:22 GMT -5
*Erik listened from a corner behind the wall, his heart heavy and confused. What could he take her song to mean? To whom did she refer? She seemed so lost, so alone, so like that girl he'd first taken through the mirror and yet so changed. He sighed, lost in memories there was no happy ending to.*
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Post by Spike on Jul 8, 2007 13:42:33 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*It had taken some doing to get Buffy back home again, but Spike was diligent and helped her up the stairs to her room. Lots of stairs. Why did an Opera need so many stairs anyway? It made it hard to handle a drunk Buffy. Not that he was handling her. Not like that. Never. He respected her. He sighed heavily and looked to her with a helpless smile.*
"Please tell me you didn't leave the key in your other fancy dress."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 8, 2007 20:22:10 GMT -5
*Buffy giggled. Spike was so funny, trying to help her. Like she, the slayer, needed help!*
"I usually leave it open," *she said.* "Does this dress look like it has pockets?" *It looked nearly as if it didn't have dress. She tried the door, but wonder of wonders, it was locked.*
"Oh well, you'll just have to take me out," *she said, and fluttered her eyelashes at him.* "I'm not sleepy at all."
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Post by Spike on Jul 8, 2007 20:24:01 GMT -5
*Spike looked at her and then to the door and back.*
Why does this always happen to me?
*He nodded abruptly as if making up his mind about something.*
"Coffee. We should get you some. Lots of coffee."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 8, 2007 22:45:12 GMT -5
*Buffy wrinkled her nose.*
"Coffee? But it's so late! And they don't have Starbucks here, which is totally lame because it all tastes like... um, coffee."
*She laid a hand on Spike's chest.*
"'Sides, it's so nice here. Don't you like it in the dark?"
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Post by Spike on Jul 8, 2007 22:57:40 GMT -5
*Spike swallowed hard. Hadn't he been through enough? But she was here and...touching him. Voluntarily. He lowered his lashes, lost in the sensation for a moment. After a bit longer than he should have waited he took her hand and pulled it away from his chest, stroking it gently with his thumb. He tried to smile casually. With any luck at all, she would be too drunk to notice how bad he was at it.*
"So you just want to spend the night it the hallway, eh?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jul 8, 2007 23:15:30 GMT -5
"Mmm, that feels nice," *she said, oblivious to his discomfort.* "You're very good with your hands."
*She glanced around vaguely at the hallway.*
"No, it's boring here. But there are lots of other places... Stables, dungeons, opera seat-things... all sorts of places. I know! You could totally rub my shoulders, because I'm really sore and it's been a really long time since anyone, you know, really worked out my kinks."
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Post by Spike on Jul 8, 2007 23:28:32 GMT -5
((Poor Spike. *hugs*))
*Spike's knee gave out and he stumbled slightly.*
"I...umm..."
I should just see you tucked in, safe and sound and then be off. Away from here. Away from you. And your touching.
"I am happy to do what I can. Whatever you need."
*He glanced down the hall.*
"Where did you want to go?"
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