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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 27, 2008 3:41:26 GMT -5
As he turned his back to her to allow her to change clothes, his manner became somewhat more introspective.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 27, 2008 3:43:54 GMT -5
"He is- he is good, Rishka, and kind, and far nobler than he ever gives himself credit for. Allowing you to stay is only the latest in a long stream of things he has done for me... He is- Gott, he is everything to me. He is my friend as well as my lover, the one thing in the world I cannot imagine being without. I know it must be difficult for you, thrust into all of this, but... I love him, Rishka. And I think he already loves you because I love you."
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 11:23:22 GMT -5
"You can turn around now," *she said, watching him with her arms crossed and an odd sort of smile on her face.
Many of her cousin's previous relationships had ended very badly indeed, and she hadn't seen him so invested in someone in a long time. It worried her, and it showed in her expression; she didn't want him hurt again. Still, she smiled, and hoped was for the best.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 12:41:57 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly. "Got a little too ahead of myself there."
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 19:23:14 GMT -5
*She shook her head, chuckling a little.*
"It's fine," *she said, wrinkling her nose.* "It's kind of cute."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 20:48:06 GMT -5
"Why, I'd believe that would be you," he retorted. "I am not cute."
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 20:53:53 GMT -5
"No use denying it," *she said, sitting back down on the bed with a little more exhaustion showing than she'd have liked.*
"You are."
*Clarence took the opportunity to sit on her.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 21:02:10 GMT -5
"Ugh. Cat, what are you doing?" he sighed. "I'm sorry, Marishka, I'll move him-"
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 21:06:13 GMT -5
*She laughed and scratched the cat between his ears. Carefully.*
"It's all right- he doesn't have to move if he doesn't want to. I'd be afraid he'd take revenge on my clothing. Or me."
*She pulled the lavender wig off and held it out to Herbert as she nestled down into the bed and under the covers. A few short wispy tufts of light brown hair were all that she had, thanks to the combined effects of vampirism and the sickly nature she'd had as a human.*
"You get to hold onto this for me."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 23:21:26 GMT -5
"No, you should keep it with you," Herbert said as he gently pushed it back toward her. "So you will not have to fetch it from me and risk Zira seeing you... like this."
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 23:27:35 GMT -5
"True."
*She shrugged and hung it on the bedpost, smoothing back what little hair she had self-consciously. But then she just scowled at him playfully.*
"And you've gone and cut yours off. Don't you know I live vicariously though your hair?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 23:33:00 GMT -5
"Aziraphale says that it's much more attractive this way," he protested, his old defensiveness about his appearance springing back uninvited.
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 23:36:17 GMT -5
"Well, yes, it's attractive, but-" *she began in a long-suffering tone, but broke off with a grin.*
"I do like it. Though I liked it better before," *she pouted.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Sept 30, 2008 23:42:22 GMT -5
"I'm sorry..." he said a little desperately. He hated seeing her like this.
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Post by Marishka on Sept 30, 2008 23:45:34 GMT -5
"Oh, it's all right. I can cope," *she teased.*
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