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Post by abberline on Dec 3, 2007 23:36:33 GMT -5
*He held her in his arms, wiggling a bit so that they were both lying comfortably side by side*
"It is definitely nice."
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 3, 2007 23:39:12 GMT -5
"Could-" her eyes were misty "good stranger, could this last forever?"
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Post by abberline on Dec 3, 2007 23:52:45 GMT -5
*There was stab of pain at his heart, and the haze retreated enough that he wondered what the poor woman had gone through*
"As long as you wish." He said softly.
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 3, 2007 23:57:05 GMT -5
((Abberline: 140 Posts, Anna: 240 Posts +1))
"No one has ever held me before" she bit the inside of her lip "my parents... they held me... but they never understood-" she could now taste the blood "-they held me too tight."
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:02:04 GMT -5
*He didn't know what to say to that*
"I'm sorry."
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:03:58 GMT -5
"What's your first name?" She asked sadly.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:12:35 GMT -5
"Frederick. But most call me Abberline."
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:14:09 GMT -5
"Frederick" she rolled around his name on her tongue "I don't know why, Abberline is nowhere near as beautiful as Frederick."
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:21:04 GMT -5
*He chuckled*
"You're one of the few that think so."
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:28:02 GMT -5
"Freed-air-EEK" she accuentuated each letter in a thick french accent "Only a frenchman can find the beauty in such" she said with a small giggle.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:32:49 GMT -5
"Tres magnifique." He said, using most of the French that he DID know.
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:41:16 GMT -5
Anna felt the opium start to take hold again only, this time... she wanted it to stop. "Monsiour, I can feel... the plains of my kingdoms crawling upon me like a battered wind."
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:44:52 GMT -5
*He (mostly) understood what she meant by that*
"Shall we travel afar, beyond their reach?"
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Post by Anna Regan on Dec 4, 2007 0:51:15 GMT -5
She pushed harder and harder against him, as she tried to fight off the high "It's pulling me under" she mumbled and turned over to him and held her head against his chest.
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Post by abberline on Dec 4, 2007 0:54:17 GMT -5
*He held her tightly, though not in a way that would harm her.*
"You'll be all right, Anna. Hold on. I'm here with you."
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