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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:27:34 GMT -5
*Thatcher chuckled to himself.*
"I'm going to enjoy this...not as much as you are...but I'm going to enjoy this..." *he said quietly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:36:11 GMT -5
*Sylvia didn't look back as she fled the room, winding her way back to the front door, the soles of her shoes clacking on his expensive tile. When she reached it, she found it firmly locked. She beat against it futilely, wearing herself out. She slumped to the floor, her skirt billowing out about her. How could she have been so foolish?*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:37:49 GMT -5
*Thatcher steeled himself against the sounds of her distress. She must be tamed. She must be his. A beautiful, dangerous creature...a falcon, starved to his hand.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 16:44:03 GMT -5
*When she had recovered, she forced herself back up. All right. So this door was no good. The others were undoubtedly locked as well. She'd have to try something else. Her eyes rimmed in red, she slowly returned to the study, standing quietly by the door for several moments. Finally, she spoke plainly.*
"Please...don't do this. Let me go."
*It was a long shot, but she didn't see many other options open to her.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 16:52:43 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sylvia." *he said softly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 17:02:33 GMT -5
*She stepped forward, her hands held open in supplication.*
"Yes, you can. It's your choice to keep me here. Please..."
*Her expression was pleading.*
"What can you possible gain in keeping me here?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 17:04:35 GMT -5
"A love as undying as my own," *he said, slipping on a pair of sexy glasses and returning to his paperwork.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 17:10:38 GMT -5
*Confusion washed over Sylvia's face. Thatcher? Love? The two seemed mutually exclusive. Her knees wobbled slightly as she ventured in a few more steps.*
"You mean...that's why you paid off Dahlia...why you..."
*She just couldn't wrap her head around it. There had to be something else.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 17:12:23 GMT -5
"I want you with me, Sylvia. Forever. And I'll do anything to keep you with me."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 17:19:01 GMT -5
*It was just too much. Overwhelmed, Sylvia stumbled light-headed and collapsed to the floor, her eyes vacant and her voice little more than air.*
"Forever?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Jan 5, 2008 17:20:07 GMT -5
((Crane would like to take this opportunity to say: HAHAHA!))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 17:22:42 GMT -5
*Thatcher got up at this and gently picked her up from the floor.*
"Forever," *he murmured in agreement, nuzzling her hair.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 17:26:51 GMT -5
((Yeah, I know. But how better to keep her occupied and out of his hair?))
"I...can't."
You know that I can't. It's...
*Sylvia's eyes rolled, somehow finding his eventually.*
"I'll...I'll die."
Here. With you.
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 17:27:52 GMT -5
"No...I'll see to it that you live. Forever. Here. With me."
*He looked at her tenderly.*
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 17:29:41 GMT -5
*Her brow knitted in fresh confusion, although her focus was regained slightly.*
"You know that's...impossible. No one lives forever."
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