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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:50:08 GMT -5
"If she is your cousin, then she's just as old as you are," *he said with a frown at the unconscious girl on the bed.* "Though she is quite... tiny."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:52:30 GMT -5
"She's always been tiny. Breakable. Bones like glass, skin like tissue paper..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 17, 2008 16:57:19 GMT -5
"I didn't know you had family. Er, family still... around, that is."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 17, 2008 16:59:45 GMT -5
"She's all, really. Her and some very distant relatives. Mostly Polish. And apparently we're distantly related to the Hapsburgs..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 18, 2008 21:06:06 GMT -5
*He nodded.*
"Ah, well. I see-" *He said glancing over to the girl on the bed.*
"What's her name? I don't remember ever hearing it."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 18, 2008 21:17:18 GMT -5
"It's Marishka," Herbert said softly, returning to her side and taking her hand again. "Marishka."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 19, 2008 18:55:58 GMT -5
*Aziraphale sighed, and put his hand on Herbert's shoulder, while the girl on the bed stirred.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 19, 2008 19:16:09 GMT -5
"Marishka!" Herbert exclaimed.
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Post by Marishka on Sept 19, 2008 20:01:13 GMT -5
*She opened her eyes blearily and tried to sit up, but hissed in pain and clutched her shoulder.*
"Herbert?" *she asked weakly, confused and a little frightened.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 19, 2008 20:16:36 GMT -5
"Yes, Rishka, it's me," he said gently, holding a hand gently to her head and laying her back down. "You're hurt- don't move too much."
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Post by Marishka on Sept 19, 2008 20:41:18 GMT -5
*She frowned, her mind a haze of muddled confusion.*
"I- I don't know what happened-"
*There were disconnected images- memories- she'd tried to hurt someone- and they'd attacked her. The events of the night were dark blur.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 19, 2008 20:53:25 GMT -5
"You're going to stay here with us," he said gently, stroking her cheek.
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Post by Marishka on Sept 19, 2008 21:01:07 GMT -5
*She leaned back with a little smile.*
"Oh- I wouldn't want to impose..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 19, 2008 21:23:47 GMT -5
Herbert looked desperately at Aziraphale, anxiously running a hand back through his own hair in a fruitless attempt to keep it out of his face.
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Post by Marishka on Sept 19, 2008 21:38:04 GMT -5
*She followed his gaze to the angel and gave him a little smile. Aziraphale returned it warmly as he stepped closer to smooth Herbert's hair back comfortingly.*
"You don't have to worry about that," *he told her.* "You're perfectly welcome here."
*her smile brightened a tiny bit and she nodded. Her lavender wig slipped a little from the movement, but she didn't notice.* "If you insist..."
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