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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 20:29:10 GMT -5
***NEW/NEXT DAY?***
*Thatcher led Andraste into a tastefully furnished sitting room.* "Make yourself comfortable for a moment. I'll inform your brother of your visit, then bring 'you' to him," *he said.*
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Post by Andraste on Mar 19, 2007 20:30:12 GMT -5
Andraste's eyes narrowed.
"Do not trick me," she said softly. "The consequences would be severe."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 20:32:58 GMT -5
"I have never lied," *he said calmly as he left the room and went in to where the subdued Ashur lay in the next room, drugged but awake.* "I have brought your sister to this house..." *He silently signalled for the blonde whore to enter the room behind him.* "She wants to see you." *He stood back, smiling.* "I'll leave you two alone..." *He went back to Andraste.* "Your brother is busy, but seems happy that you are here."
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Post by Ashur on Mar 19, 2007 20:35:00 GMT -5
*Ashur heard a voice for a moment, and then slipped back to blackness. When he came back out, he was vaguely aware of a warm body beside him and fingers pressed softly against his skin.*
“Andraste…”
*He tried desperately to pull himself out of the grogginess, but the haze refused to lift. He shifted his hips, turning his face to her. His senses were dull and incoherent. He did his best to pull her into focus, her blonde hair and sweet smile dancing just beyond his vision. He couldn’t feel her mind…that was strange. He swallowed weakly and nuzzled his head towards her, wanting to bury it in the safety of her neck. He was so lonely.*
“Oh Andraste, please don’t tease me. I miss you so…”
*He suddenly couldn’t remember what they were doing or why he was so tired. And tied up apparently. That was odd. Was this some strange dream? It was very peculiar. He smiled lazily as his eyes closed. He could feel her soft hair against his cheeks as she held herself above him.*
“Oh sweet sister, is this some clever game that you’ve invented? Why didn’t you tell me the rules before we started?”
*She was quiet, very quiet, but perhaps it was all part of the game. She had mentioned tying him up so that he wouldn’t be able to leave their sanctuary. He licked his lips as she planted kisses on him, the naked flesh of his chest exposed. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, but he remained trapped in this rigid position, helpless against the sweet caress of her lips and fingers.*
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Post by Andraste on Mar 19, 2007 20:45:18 GMT -5
Andraste stared at him.
"My. brother. now," she bit out. "He is NOT busy. Bring him to me!"
"You, you who have never lied, have broken your promise," she cried out.
"Bring me my brother!"
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Post by Ashur on Mar 19, 2007 20:47:28 GMT -5
*Ashur felt a stabbing pain in his skull. He winced, his eyes closed.*
“Andraste, are you all right?”
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 20:47:37 GMT -5
*Thatcher gently took her hands in his.* "Can you not feel him? He is so near you in your thoughts..." *He pressed his lips to her forehead.*
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Post by Andraste on Mar 19, 2007 20:49:14 GMT -5
She drew her arm back and struck him, reacting on pure, primal instinct, a lifetime of skill and memory honed into her body.
"No," she whispered. "Let me go to him, let me see that he is safe..."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 20:52:33 GMT -5
"He is safe, and happy," *insisted Thatcher inexorably. He leaned against the back of a chair.* "What might you do...to make certain he stayed that way?" I could make his stay here very, very uncomfortable.
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Post by Andraste on Mar 19, 2007 20:57:10 GMT -5
She closed her eyes.
"He is neither happy, nor safe," she whispered. Then, in a torrent of defeat:
"I will do anything you ask."
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Post by Ashur on Mar 19, 2007 20:59:29 GMT -5
*Ashur shifted in a groggy haze.*
Oh beloved sister, don’t be sad. I’ll comfort you. Let me take away your pain.
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 20:59:32 GMT -5
*Thatcher threw her face-down upon a chaise, leaning over her to press his lips against her ear.* "Then scream for him. So he can hear you," *he said, his voice smooth as his hands were rough against her skin.*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Andraste on Mar 19, 2007 21:01:50 GMT -5
She did not scream. Not for Ashur. Not out loud. She was silent as he took her, and before the memories of her mother's own rape could overwhelm her, she gave in.
ASHHHUURRRR!
Then the blackness showed her mercy, and all was dark.
***FADE IN***
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Post by Ashur on Mar 19, 2007 21:03:16 GMT -5
***FADE OUT AND BACK IN AGAIN***
*Tears crept down Ashur’s cheeks. He tugged against his bindings. His eyes remained firmly shut.*
Andraste! Please don’t cry. Let me loose, let me comfort you. It hurts me so to feel you like this! Please…Andraste!
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 21:05:46 GMT -5
*Thatcher stepped back and went to the door, passing on a quiet request to the servants for his midday bath. He flicked a mote of dust from his cuff and left a short note for Andraste to read when she regained consciousness.*
Send your father to me.
*He left the room and went to his bath.*
"Let the girl be taken home when she is able to walk," *he said to the silent servants who always obeyed.*
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