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Post by Irene on Nov 10, 2008 15:07:31 GMT -5
"I can't tell you to go, though I would if I had any sense."
Irene stood up, remembering once again the aborted plan to find her 'sire'.
"And I won't stay this way- I'll see to it myself."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 10, 2008 15:18:28 GMT -5
Holmes smiled--one of his quick, almost invisible smiles, or the ghost of one--and lifted an eyebrow.
"Do you think that's wise?" he said. "To seek that cure on your own? The blood you took from me; did it help matters, or worsen them?"
He spoke matter-of-factly, more comfortable with these abstract questions than actual emotion.
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Post by Irene on Nov 18, 2008 14:36:20 GMT -5
"If I let myself stay like this, it will only make things worse for both of us. I've locked myself away long enough."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 18, 2008 15:08:10 GMT -5
Holmes' brow furrowed.
"It did not help, then," he said. "Did it arouse your hunger, or merely fail to quell it?" He cupped her cheek gently. "I do not mind. Giving you whatever it is you require."
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Post by Irene on Nov 24, 2008 13:59:55 GMT -5
"I don't know. But when I tasted blood, I knew that I was becoming someone else. Someone like those who destroyed us."
She loved him, there was no question of that. If it was her fault he had fallen so far, she would be the one to help set it right.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 24, 2008 14:06:58 GMT -5
He nodded.
"Then I am sorry to have tempted you so," he said. "I thought, erroneously, that if taken willingly and not by force the effect might be different. A rather romantic notion, I'm afraid, and unworthy of me. So what is your plan?"
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