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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 20:45:30 GMT -5
*'Lillith' lead Holmes in, confidantly swaggering to the drugs*
"A man like yourself would be experienced in these matters, I'm sure..."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 20:51:21 GMT -5
*Holmes blanched at her choice of establishments. He had thought... No, he had refused to think. Surely he wouldn't put anything past this devilish creature who had taken over the body of his lover? This demon, born of what passed these days as science?*
"Only in the manner of one who seeks to stamp out its vile influence."
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 20:55:26 GMT -5
"What about those marks on your arm she has in her memory?"
*She took an opium pipe and pouted her pretty lips*
"Or is it only bad if it's an Oriental drug?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 20:57:13 GMT -5
*Holmes' mouth tightened into a grim line.*
"My use of a refined substance is a necessity in quelling the workings of my mind when not put to better use," *he said.* "It is most certainly not the same as throwing one's life away in dens such as this."
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 20:59:41 GMT -5
"Words, words..."
*She laughed softly, handing the pipe to him. His mind, the thing Irene loved him for, the thing that he prized above all else...how much it would hurt both of them for it to be damaged*
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 21:02:39 GMT -5
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 21:05:05 GMT -5
((Dude, that's amazing. I forgot about that scene. She's hot. I can't believe they got away with the drug stuff.))
*His eyes steely cold, he took the pipe and with a practiced air inhaled. He had done this before, yes. As Watson had so astutely noticed.
One had to fit in everywhere.*
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 21:08:09 GMT -5
((I love that movie so much...and yeah, 'Lillith' is kind of like Carmen Sternwood, except without the baby-doll aspect))
"See? It's not so hard."
*She ladown on a cot, motioning for him to join her*
"I think you'll enjoy it after a while...once you see you have no other choice."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 21:10:32 GMT -5
"One always has a choice," *he said, but he sat anyway, his posture nonetheless stiff. It was not that he disbelieved her.
He knew too well what this drug did to him. And how very much he enjoyed it.*
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 21:15:43 GMT -5
*Lillith did not take any of the drug herself. Now more than ever, she needed control over her mind, so that Irene did not regain power.*
"This will not be over quickly, you know."
*She kissed him gently, but not lovingly- it was a sign of victory, rather than affection*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 21:24:23 GMT -5
*The drug took effect quickly, for Lilith had been certain to dose him soundly. The room began to swim, and he felt the familiar, unpleasantly welcome sense of falling into himself as she leaned over and claimed his lips.
His mind fought to stay afloat. Alas, all it managed to do was stay alert in its own little pocket of his brain, unable to alter the course of events. Or even block them out.*
"Ruthless, as ever," *he murmured.*
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Post by Irene on Jan 15, 2008 21:26:11 GMT -5
*Lilith climbed on top of him, looking like a lioness who'd been thrown a slab of meat*
"Remember not to struggle...it'll only make things worse."
*She began to remove his jacket*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2008 23:11:39 GMT -5
*Holmes raised one acerbic eyebrow, though the opium was getting to him.
Most delightfully.
What a vivid, enchanting creature.*
"Worse?" *he echoed.* "Wouldn't dream of it."
No... This isn't who you are. You or her. Stop her. Please.
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Post by Irene on Jan 16, 2008 18:39:31 GMT -5
*She laughed coldly*
"Relax, my love. Just relax..."
*She ran her hands down his body, eyes glittering with lust and malice*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 16, 2008 19:00:55 GMT -5
*Even as his brain screamed at him to push her away, to lock her up, anything to avoid what would surely kill them both tomorrow, his body responded. He drew on the pipe again as he arched towards her.
He'd always wanted her. Even when he couldn't admit it to himself.*
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