|
Post by Sylvia on Nov 25, 2007 21:52:29 GMT -5
"Dull, sir?"
*Sylvia let out a musical laugh, squirming in his arms as she smoothed his shirt back over his shoulders, letting it fall away.*
"I have managed to occupy my time, but I have been thinking of you and when you should hold me again."
*Her words were honeyed, but there was something in her tone that hinted at reservation.*
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 25, 2007 21:58:12 GMT -5
*Her tone of voice stopped him.*
"Sylvia...are you sure you want this?"
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Nov 25, 2007 22:01:11 GMT -5
*Again, she laughed softly, caressing the skin of his chest invitingly.*
"And why shouldn't I want this?"
*She sucked her lip gently, her eyes veiled in dark lashes as she looked up to him.*
"Don't you?"
I'm sure I'll remember you at some point. Then I'll figure out how I got here.
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 28, 2007 17:26:05 GMT -5
*Unable to resist anymore, he pulled her to him, intending to kiss her. But something in her eyes seemed strange, and he stopped just short of kissing her*
"You know I want you. But why are you acting like this? How can you pretend nothing's happened? You just had a child-"
*He turned aside, frustrated*
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Nov 29, 2007 19:38:53 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked taken aback, confused by his frustration and even more by his words. Deeply perplexed, she took a step back from him.*
"Sir...I'm not sure what you're getting at, but that is not something to make light of. I...I am unable to conceive."
*Her eyes still dark, she cleared the distance between them, her brow arched in reserved curiosity.*
"Why...why would you say such a thing?"
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 29, 2007 22:09:11 GMT -5
*He looked at her, hurt*
"So you remember nothing?"
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Nov 29, 2007 22:11:44 GMT -5
"Nothing?"
*Sylvia looked aghast.*
"Of course I do...just not about you. Or babies."
*She turned away, finishing the laces on her dress. She sighed and looked back to him.*
"I'm sorry, I just...I admit that there is something familiar about you, but...please, sir. Don't ask me to explain it."
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 29, 2007 22:15:26 GMT -5
*Crane would never, ever want to really hurt Sylvia. But with those words, he resisted the urge to slap her across the face*
"After all I did for you..."
*His voice was barely a whisper*
"I waited, Sylvia. I did as you asked. I fought for you, I even gave you my flesh to cover your scars!"
*He turned away, his voice breaking*
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Nov 29, 2007 22:18:21 GMT -5
*He was upset. Really upset. Something was wrong and it confused and concerned Sylvia. She caught him gently by the arm.*
"Please, sir...I'm sorry. I just woke up here. I don't mean to hurt you. It's just...a little frightening to wake up and not know where you are. Please...tell me what happened?"
*She spoke soothingly, her eyes imploring.*
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Dec 1, 2007 11:36:49 GMT -5
*He regained control of himself*
"What is the last thing you remember?"
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Dec 1, 2007 15:57:32 GMT -5
*Sylvia knew she should leave. This gentleman seemed to have issues. But something inside her entreated her to stay. There was something about his face, his eyes...so familiar. But that couldn't be. But it kept her there. She pursed her lips a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed.*
"I am newly arrived from Italy. I renewed my contract with Madame Dahlia, I caught up with an old..."
*Was Thatcher a friend?*
"...client. Other than that I've just been settling in..."
*She stared hard at him. He was so familiar. He had the air of someone disarming, someone...innocent. No, that wasn't the word. But he seemed to also have an edge that made her uncomfortable. She tilted her head, querying gently.*
"Do you patron Dahlia's? Is that why you seem so familiar? Perhaps I saw you there when I arrived?"
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Dec 2, 2007 12:53:20 GMT -5
*For a moment, he seemed angrier than any man on Earth. The next moment, it was gone, and he looked simply defeated*
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Dec 2, 2007 13:03:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia flinched in fear, recoiling slightly. She whimpered softly.*
"Please...I'm sorry, sir...I..."
*She looked about anxiously, worried that if she kept asking it would come to violence.*
"Sir...if...I'm upsetting you...I can leave..."
|
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane on Dec 2, 2007 13:07:28 GMT -5
"I would never hurt you, Sylvia."
*He laughed softly*
"We loved each other. And you don't remember it."
|
|
|
Post by Sylvia on Dec 2, 2007 13:12:09 GMT -5
"Loved..."
*Sylvia barely whispered the word. There was something more fearful in it than the thought of simple violence. She lowered her eyes instinctively.*
"But I..."
*She shook her head, suddenly even more anxious.*
"I...I wouldn't...it's..."
Forbidden. Bad for business.
|
|