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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 18:25:41 GMT -5
"I do," *he said grimly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 18:29:48 GMT -5
*He was serious. He must be mad. Sylvia grew still, leaning back slightly.*
"I...I don't understand, Thatcher. You're..."
frightening me. More than normal.
"How is that even possible?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 18:31:24 GMT -5
"I made Death an offer he couldn't refuse..."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 18:34:09 GMT -5
*His answer did little to assure her of his sanity. Best to play it safe. She nodded slowly, as if taking it all in. Her expression softened and she lifted a hand to touch his cheek tenderly.*
"Forever...sounds very lonely..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 18:37:01 GMT -5
*He nodded slowly, savouring her touch with his eyes half-shut.*
"Which is why I need you," *he whispered.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:10:19 GMT -5
"Shh...." *She whispered soothingly, running her fingers softly through his hair.*
"It's all right now. I just...didn't understand before."
*She swallowed cautiously, careful to keep her contact with him, her body promising understanding.*
"If...Since I am to stay...what is it that will be expected of me?"
*Her voice was tender and curious as she made every attempt to be sympathetic.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:12:43 GMT -5
"You will be mine...only mine...and I will take care of you. I will take such good care of you..." *he said softly, as though trying to soothe her.* "Together, we will live forever..."
((GOD I'M GOING TO START RIPPING OFF THE FOUNTAIN, JUST WATCH ME.))
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:17:40 GMT -5
((Hotness. That movie rocked in a unique way. And was very pretty.))
*The thought froze Sylvia to the very core, but she nodded slowly, her eyes gentle.*
"All right. So...while I'm here...will I serve you constantly or..."
*She managed a soft smile.*
"Will I have a small room of my own as well? For when you have other matters?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:22:13 GMT -5
((Hell yes. Bathtub humping with Hugh Jackman, anyone? Plus I randomly loved Ellen Burstyn.))
"You may have whatever you desire within these walls," *he said, stepping back and going back to his desk.* "You will belong to me like my dog, my horse or my falcon, only I will love you more, and trust you less. You will come to me whenever I call you, and I will enjoy that very much. Whether you enjoy it or not is your own affair."
*He smiled, again with the usual cruelty beginning to seep back into place.*
"But I think you will... "
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Post by Christine on Jan 5, 2008 19:25:05 GMT -5
((I SEE YOU STEALING QUOTES FROM THE TEN COMMANDMENTS!
And from what Dracula said to Irene.))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:28:51 GMT -5
((It's a classic, and there will always be evil dudes trapping smart bitches in their houses for the purposes of sex and unrequited and inexplicable love.))
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:30:43 GMT -5
((Hell yes.))
*Sylvia's lips tightened in fear, although she tried desperately to hide it with a soft smile.*
"I...understand."
*She lowered her eyes shyly, looking for a way to put the matter politely.*
"And I will do as you would have me, but..."
*She licked her lip, worried about his response.*
"...I have never belonged to one man. And I...it might take me some time to adjust."
*She met his eyes honestly as her hands traced up his thighs gently.*
"I don't mean to perplex you, but...I am afraid."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:35:52 GMT -5
*Thatcher cupped her face in his hands.*
"Of course you are," *he said.* "I'd never dream of having you otherwise. So long as you fear me...you will stay of your own volition."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 19:40:28 GMT -5
*She trembled softly in his hands, lowering her eyes a moment before meeting his gaze again.*
"But...I will miss the sunlight...the grass... Would you...I mean, in your constant supervision of course...would you allow...?"
*Her eyes pleaded understanding.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 19:41:12 GMT -5
"There is a walled garden," *he said comfortingly.*
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