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Post by Erik on Jan 2, 2008 21:06:10 GMT -5
((I've never been so irritated by FADING. ))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 21:09:55 GMT -5
((^__^))
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 21:11:31 GMT -5
((I sorry.))
*Sylvia grew eerily still, for some reason taking his threat to heart. She sighed softly, pursing her lips and shutting her eyes. In the dark, it was better. Not Thatcher, just...someone. Another person. It was comforting in a way that she didn't expect. She nuzzled closer.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 21:17:01 GMT -5
*Stroking her back gently, soothingly, Thatcher's tormented mind and body at last fell into a deep, restful sleep in Sylvia's bed as the mid-morning sun slanted golden beams through the cracks in the drawn curtains.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 21:23:32 GMT -5
*Sylvia finally found sleep as well, although it was interrupted by terrible dreams. Torture and death and endless blood. She whimpered and twisted in his embrace.*
"Please, Thatcher...don't. It hurts...I didn't...please stop..."
*She mumbled against his chest as she struggled in her sleep.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 21:27:36 GMT -5
*Thatcher woke, a frown on his face. Propping himself up on his elbow, he stroked the hair back from her face and kissed her brow gently.*
"Shhhh," *he whispered.* "Sylvia...it's alright."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 2, 2008 21:32:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia woke with a start. At the sight of him, she panicked, shoving herself back before realizing that it was just a dream. She forced herself closer again, murmuring quietly.*
"Please forgive me, sir. I don't know what came over me. It's one reason that it's best I don't sleep..."
around clients.
*She pursed her lips.*
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 2, 2008 21:40:29 GMT -5
"No, no..." *he murmured, his eyes searching hers as he smoothed her hair.* "Are--are you alright?"
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 14:26:43 GMT -5
*Her body still trembled slightly as Sylvia shook her head.*
"It's fine...just a bad dream."
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Post by Don Juan on Jan 5, 2008 14:28:05 GMT -5
((He's being nice now?))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 14:34:57 GMT -5
((Aphrodite got to him.))
"I see," *he said, taking her in his arms and slowly stroking her limbs as though to soothe her.* "I'm here, Sylvia," *he whispered, kissing her forehead.*
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Post by Don Juan on Jan 5, 2008 14:37:00 GMT -5
((Forever? Wow...))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 14:38:05 GMT -5
((He's immortal. He can sex her up until she breaks. He probably will end up sexing her to death, come to think of it.))
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 14:41:45 GMT -5
((Oh, I don't know about forever. I think he'd be right put off if he found out why he was having icky feelings. Sylvia thinks it quite unpleasant herself. But you know, better than disembowelment and all.))
*Sylvia couldn't help but scrunch her nose slightly at his odd tenderness. It set her on edge. She pushed gently against his chest, trying to loosen his grasp.*
"Thank you, but...maybe I just need some fresh air. Perhaps some water..."
*She silently prayed that he'd let her out of bed this time.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 14:43:28 GMT -5
((How's he gonna find out?))
"Alright," *he said, gently releasing her, but his eyes followed her wherever she went, dwelling on the pleasing movement of her form, of having her near. He stretched out on the bed, every inch of him a fine physical specimin.**
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