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Post by Sylvia on Aug 24, 2007 18:58:06 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Elisabeta offered a feline stretch and a wicked smile.*
"Oh, my love...that was sublime. And I cannot express how pleased I am that I will not have to leave your side again. That is all I want. To be here, with you, beside you..."
*She snuggled against his chest.*
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Post by Dracula on Aug 25, 2007 12:39:07 GMT -5
((Mental image of Elisabeta and Drac singing AIAOY, FTW!))
I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I don't think we forshadowed enough.
*Dracula stroked Elisabeta's hair and smiled contendly.*
"As do I."
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Post by Roxanna on Aug 25, 2007 12:40:12 GMT -5
((Dracula and Irene is E/C, Dracula and Elisabetta is R/C.))
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Post by Sylvia on Aug 25, 2007 13:00:44 GMT -5
((Oh my! That is so freakily true. Even if it leaves Drac in a weird gender swapping role (being C as the common factor but E in the psycho disrespect for boundaries.) And yes, my foreshadowing buses have their brakes cut and have poor turning radii. Sorry.))
*Elisabeta pressed warm kisses against his skin. She found an eerie peace in the lack of a heartbeat in his chest. It made her smile as she drifted off contentedly.*
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Post by Dracula on Sept 9, 2007 6:04:05 GMT -5
((Drac: Roxanne! No spying on your father when he's getting his sex on!)) ((Don't cha worry, I love me some foreshadowing. And now on to the wangsting!)) *When Dracula woke up he was surprised to find Elisabeta not beside him. As he sat up the sheet which had kept him and his beloved warm in their sleep slid down and revealed his muscled chest on which the scars of their lovemaking where slowly healing.* "Meu dragoste?" *When she didn't answer Dracula got up and put on some clothes. Something felt wrong. He concentrated hard and his eyes grew wide with shock when he sensed .... nothing. Elisabeta wasn't in the castle anymore! But, and this made Dracula feel quit uneasy, some of her blood was.* *With an inhuman roar Dracula dashed out of the room and down the hall.* ((And on to the blood thread for more wangst.))
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Post by Elisabeta on Apr 21, 2008 8:55:24 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Elisabeta entered the room with a basin of water, a towel and some herbs. She looked somber, perplexed. She crossed the room to him.*
"My lord..."
*She stared at the floor at her feet.*
"Do you wish me to tend you?"
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Post by Dracula on Apr 21, 2008 9:04:53 GMT -5
*Dracula sat up slowly, wincing from the pain. Had it been any other wound then he would have shrugged it off easily, but this had been a stab right through the heart. A bit more difficult to heal from, though not impossible.
He looked up at Elisabeta with a crooked smile which quickly disappeared. The way she acted, hurt him more then the inflicted wound.*
"Of course."
*He extended one hand at her, willing her to come closer to him.*
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Post by Elisabeta on Apr 21, 2008 9:13:51 GMT -5
*She did so, making her way to the bed and setting down the basin and towel. Her eyes averted, focused on the task at hand, she spread the fabric of his open shirt to expose the wound. She touched it gently, not wishing to inflict more pain than necessary. Dipping the herbs in the basin briefly, she crushed them, rolling them deftly between her palms to separate leaves from stems. Plucking them out, she continued to roll, working the leaves into a sort of paste which she carefully fitted into the wound in his chest. Elisabeta pursed her lips, staring at what she had done, her brow furrowed slightly.*
"Is that better, my lord?"
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Post by Dracula on Apr 21, 2008 9:31:32 GMT -5
"Yes. And no."
*Dracula replied as he never stopped looking at her beautiful face. He slowly reached out and caressed her cheek.*
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Post by Elisabeta on Apr 21, 2008 9:34:19 GMT -5
*She instinctively pulled away from him, turning to the basin and pressing the towel into it, letting the water seep into it.*
"And how is that, sir?"
*There was a part of her that knew, but the rest of her couldn't bear to deal with all of this.*
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Post by Dracula on Apr 21, 2008 9:44:47 GMT -5
*Dracula let his had drop to the bed and for a moment the hurt was clear on his face.*
"Look at me."
*He said dangerously low.*
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Post by Elisabeta on Apr 21, 2008 9:48:07 GMT -5
*She turned slowly to face him, but lifted her eyes to meet his proudly. She was still his wife, after all. And she knew that she was in the right to be wounded by this. Her brow arched expectantly, as if to say 'now what?'.*
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Post by Dracula on Apr 30, 2008 7:16:22 GMT -5
"You are mad at me because I slept with Irene."
*It wasn't a question. It was a statement.*
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Post by Elisabeta on Apr 30, 2008 7:24:18 GMT -5
*She blinked slowly but did not lower her face. After a long moment of consideration, she answered.*
"I am frustrated that your need to have her put you at considerable risk. Put us at risk."
*She licked her lip.*
"I know that she is...forward in your thoughts."
*Her head finally sank.*
"Perhaps there is no place for me...beside you."
If you want her more than me...
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Post by Dracula on Apr 30, 2008 8:01:05 GMT -5
((*resist the urge to break out into Take me for what I am because that would break my brain. And my laughing bone*))
"There is always place for you beside me."
*Dracula replied.*
"You're my wife."
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