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Post by Icarus on Feb 9, 2008 16:04:57 GMT -5
*Icarus wrapped on the heavy knocker of Thatcher's mansion. It seemed an awkward situation, but the timing of it led Icarus to believe that the cases might be related. Or at least serendipitous. He tried to wait patiently.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 9, 2008 16:33:30 GMT -5
*A maid led Icarus into a drawingroom and Thatcher soon entered.*
"Icarus." *he said.* "What can I do for you?"
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Post by Icarus on Feb 9, 2008 16:42:27 GMT -5
*Icarus sighed, suddenly feeling foolish for being there.*
"I...something has befallen me. An infection...a curse. I don't know the nature of it yet, but you were always so good at getting information. And with your similar situation..."
*He shrugged slightly, glancing at the door.*
"Things have been acceptable since my last visit? With the girl?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 9, 2008 17:16:45 GMT -5
*Thatcher smiled blandly.*
"The immortality is flawless--thank you. You did your work well. And seeing as I owe you payment in return, I shall do what I can to help you."
*He paused.*
"And what of our situations is similar?"
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Post by Icarus on Feb 9, 2008 20:09:50 GMT -5
*Icarus was silent a moment, trying to figure out a way to confess and maintain his dignity. Then he realized that it was a fruitless endeavor.*
"I have become...smitten."
*He shivered, disturbed by the thought.*
"It's a most...unnatural state, but when I am near here...I can't help myself."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 9, 2008 20:11:27 GMT -5
"Smitten?" *Thatcher smirked.*
"You think I gambled with a woman's life and soul just because I was smitten?"
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Post by Icarus on Feb 9, 2008 20:14:05 GMT -5
*Icarus set his jaw, frustrated at his own inadequacies explaining.*
I went to war for her...on the wrong side.
"But you keep her here with you. You are...satisfied with the state of things between you?"
You have no cause to be jealous.
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 13, 2008 5:02:06 GMT -5
"She belongs to me utterly. What part of the arrangement would not suit me?" *said Thatcher with a casual shrug.*
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Post by Icarus on Feb 13, 2008 8:19:51 GMT -5
*Icarus rubbed his temples in frustration.*
"But how do I...get that? What must I do to keep her from other men?"
*He sighed.*
"She's so...taxing. All she does is talk about love and children and...it's driving my mad. But the thought of her...the sight of her with another...it's just as bad."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 13, 2008 8:22:03 GMT -5
"Bars on the windows? Sedation? Seduction? A firm hand and a firm kiss quieten them easily."
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Post by Icarus on Feb 13, 2008 8:24:29 GMT -5
*Icarus let out a perplexed snarl, but at himself and not Thatcher.*
"But she's a witch. Everything I try to do...she seems to counter."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 19, 2008 7:51:47 GMT -5
"And you're a sorcerer, if I recall correctly," *he said dryly.* "Really, Icarus. Have some self-respect."
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Post by Icarus on Feb 19, 2008 7:56:31 GMT -5
*Icarus frowned, but nodded. He had a point. Perhaps that was all the grounding he needed to solve this.*
"Thank you. I don't know what got into me. She...makes me crazy. But you're right, that's no excuse."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 19, 2008 8:12:25 GMT -5
"No excuse at all," *said Thatcher softly, looking keenly at his old associate.*
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Post by Icarus on Feb 19, 2008 8:17:27 GMT -5
"Thank you for your time. You've been most helpful."
*Icarus straightened, preparing to leave. He gave the slightest hint of a smile.*
"Don't let yours get to you. You've got to have something to one up me on."
*It was a joke, but there was the hint that something ran deeper, back into their earlier times together. Still, it was meant in goodwill.*
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