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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:25:30 GMT -5
*Thatcher adjusted his cuffs, impeccably dressed, just as the clock struck eight. Leaving his rooms, he went to find Sylvia. His eyes roved over her form critically for a moment, then he nodded.*
"You look well. Come. There is someone I want you to meet."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 22:31:41 GMT -5
*Sylvia jumped at his appearance, but stood, lifting her chin slightly. She looked as if she was about to protest, but thought better of it.*
"Will I need to change to receive them?"
*She gestured to her simple low-cut dress. To be honest, she was surprised to be receiving anyone else.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:35:31 GMT -5
"What you have on is fine." *He offered her his arm. Anyone would admit they made a striking couple, matched in dark good looks and sombre, exquisitely tailored clothing.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
((And sexy matching icons.))
*Sylvia looked hesitant for a moment, but took his arm cautiously, following him to the other room.*
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 22:39:12 GMT -5
*As they entered, Icarus stood. He could see what drew Thatcher, but she still just seemed to be just a woman. Perhaps he was going soft. Which was too bad.*
"Good evening."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:41:10 GMT -5
"Icarus," *said Thatcher with a curt nod. He considered introducing them but then decided that this was not a social event. Decidedly.* "Shall I leave you to it?"
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 22:44:19 GMT -5
*Icarus's eyes wandered from Thatcher to Sylvia, taking her in slowly.*
"That'll be fine. I'll take good care of her."
*Sylvia arched her brow confused, looking questioningly to Thatcher, but pursed her lips respectfully.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 22:46:49 GMT -5
*Thatcher nodded and left the room, though he did not stray far. The library was just across the hall, and so he took a small book from the shelf and sat by the fire to read, slipping his reading glasses on.*
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 22:54:55 GMT -5
*There was chanting and incense but all in all, the whole event was rather low-key. Shortly after midnight, Icarus appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.*
"She'll be tired for a while, but everything went well. I assume that you'll want to be alone with her."
*He lifted his brow coolly.*
"And I'm sure we'll be in touch."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:01:56 GMT -5
"Indeed. Thank you," *he said, shaking Icarus' hand and walking with him to the door.*
"When you wish payment to be due, be certain to let me know."
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 23:02:48 GMT -5
"You know I will."
*With that, Icarus promptly vanished with a smile.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:03:49 GMT -5
*Sylvia whimpered softly as she slept restlessly on couch, her breaths shallow and labored.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:12:50 GMT -5
*Thatcher went and picked up the sleeping woman, cradling her close as he carried her to her room. She smelled of smoke and herbs, and it calmed him. He set her down on her bed and lay next to her, his arms gently around her sleeping form.*
"It's alright...we're almost there," *he whispered, like he was in The Fountain or something.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:15:02 GMT -5
((I can has sexy bathtub fun plz?))
*Sylvia stirred slightly, struggling against him as he cradled her.*
"No, Thatcher....please...don't...it hurts..."
*Her lashes fluttered restlessly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:18:25 GMT -5
((Only if you're dying slowly and wangstily.))
*Thatcher let go, drawing back as if he'd been holding a brand to her skin and only just realized it. He retreated to the other side of the wide bed, resting his head on his arm, merely watching her with a foreign tenderness in his eyes, etched at the edges with damning worry as she tossed restlessly.*
Let her be alright...let her be mine...forever...
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