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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:01:26 GMT -5
*Sylvia walked in slowly, trying to remain calm but as soon as the door shut behind her, she flung her arms around him.*
“All is lost. This isn’t going to work.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:03:46 GMT -5
*Crane stroked her gently, speaking in a soothing tone*
"It's alright, darling. Just tell me what happened."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:12:25 GMT -5
*The word ‘darling’ from his lips made her expression soften for a moment. She sighed and tried to continue.*
“The meeting…it was not as promising as I had hoped.”
*The expensive bracelet burned at her wrist and the necklace felt like a constricting collar at her throat.*
“He will never be sated. He does not want me by his side, but he will not bear another at mine. He will not suffer me to be with you. It will mean violent suffering and death for us both if I stay. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
*She touched his cheek gently.*
“I couldn’t live with myself.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:15:23 GMT -5
((Holy sh*t. This really IS Moulin Rouge for evil people!))
"It's your choice", *Crane said, his armor seeming to come back on.*
"But I am not afraid."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:20:30 GMT -5
*She searched his eyes desperately, watching him slip back away behind his cold exterior. Sylvia shook her head desperately and dropped her eyes. Her voice was timid.*
“I am.”
*She looked back up to him, pleadingly.*
“I want you. I want only you. But…what can I do? He is too powerful. His reach is too strong. He would have me as his slave, bought and paid for.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:21:40 GMT -5
"Alright, then."
*He sighed, and sat down on the bed*
"Which man is it? The one who branded you, or the gangster?"
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:27:21 GMT -5
*Sylvia paused. She felt dirty, like she had already asked too much of him. She feared what he already knew, what she hadn’t told him. Walking over to the bed, she knelt subserviently on the floor in front of him. Her voice was calmer.*
“It…it is not Mondego. If this is something you would have be bear alone, I will understand. I have asked too much of you already. I should have never…I never meant to…you have been too generous already.”
*She sucked her lip in thought.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:31:59 GMT -5
"I will respect your wishes" *he said softly.* "But only those regarding your own safety. As I have said, I do not fear your employer. I've dealt with his kind before. But if you fear for your life, I will not intervene."
*Crane got up slowly, standing over the knealing woman*
"I'll still be treating Mondego, of course. That doesn't change."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:35:56 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked up to him, deep in thought. Mondego seemed pale in comparison to Thatcher at the moment. She nodded, sighing gently and nuzzled against his leg.*
“If I…if you are not afraid…will you let me stay? At least for the night. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:39:03 GMT -5
"Of course you can. I love you, and you know that. Plus, now that Thatch and Satan are done, he's about to be the main corse for a psycho. "*Crane offered his arm to Sylvia, helping her up to his level.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:41:45 GMT -5
*Sylvia rubbed her cheek, pushing away the tears she felt forming, unable to look up at him.*
“I thought…maybe I wouldn’t be worth the trouble. I know that I have been very taxing on you.”
*She looked up to him, her eyes glistening.*
“I want to be worth it though. I want to be worth it for you.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:42:51 GMT -5
"Then make it up to me."
*He smiled wickedly as he lay back down on the bed.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:48:48 GMT -5
*She smiled at his playfulness. He really wasn’t afraid. It comforted her. She turned to him, donning the face of her working persona, confident, collected and lustful. She tugged the cords to loosen her cloak and let it fall to the floor. With a wicked smile, she crawled on the bed seductively. Her voice was low and inviting.*
“I don’t know…I have an awful lot to make up for. It might take me all night. Was there a particular place that you wanted me to start my penance?”
*She ran her hands over his thighs wantoningly.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Apr 9, 2007 20:51:48 GMT -5
*Crane had been honest to Sylvia- he really didn't fear Thatcher. Long ago, he had place gangsters in the same category as schoolyard bullies- fools with delusions of grandeur, easy to break. He gave her a look of mock superiority*
"It will take as long as it needs to. I have been rather generous, I must say. As for where to start...use your imagination."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 9, 2007 20:56:06 GMT -5
*Her brow rose at his suggestion. Sucking her lip, her hands slipped behind her, loosening her bodice. She slipped it gracefully of her shoulders. She then removed his shoes one by one and began rubbing his feet tenderly.*
“Is this all right? I figured to properly take my time, I would start at the bottom and work up.”
*She smiled lustfully.*
“And then probably work my way back down again. Like you said, you were so generous. I would not want you to think me ungrateful.”
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