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Post by Erik on Feb 26, 2008 1:14:15 GMT -5
*Erik paused, though this close, it was almost a magnetic desire to conform their contours.*
Does it disturb you? Do you wish Erik to stop?
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Post by Julian on Feb 26, 2008 8:13:42 GMT -5
Never.
*Julian smiled and relaxed his mind, welcoming Erik.*
I am yours in all things.
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Post by Erik on Feb 26, 2008 12:58:18 GMT -5
*Erik's being smiled and he let go. With what amounted to a small "pop" he seemed to fit directly into Julian's skin. Sheathed in him, like he never had been before. Warmth suffused him; he could feel Julian around him, and feel what Julian felt.
The sensation, the return of sense, nearly overwhelmed him and he gasped.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 26, 2008 19:05:54 GMT -5
*Erik's gasp was echoed in harmony with Julian's own. This was so different, so...indescribable. He blinked several times and lifted his hand to examine it, as if for the first time.*
Mother...is everything...all right?
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Post by Erik on Feb 26, 2008 19:11:10 GMT -5
More than.
*From Julian's eyes, Erik looked at his--their--hand.*
Erik is sorry. The way he is... he has not felt in what seems like years. Just the air on your skin... Being in you... Erik cannot describe it.
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Post by Julian on Feb 26, 2008 21:05:01 GMT -5
*Julian purred, his eyes shut.*
Nor can I...Can you...control the shell?
*His interest was piqued.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 27, 2008 9:59:09 GMT -5
*With that permission, Erik began by attempting to open Julian's eyes. It was a delicate operation, because he wasn't sure how it worked. Would he throw himself out of continuity with the other man? Would it hurt? But when vision returned it was under Erik's power. It was merely an extension of the emotional bond between them; when they touched, when they were close, Erik could feel what Julian felt for him as well as what Erik himself felt. This was like that, only moreso.
He was both of them, almost, at once.*
You're Erik's beautiful boy, *he crooned in his/their mind. He reached out a hand, studying the veins and sinews. So like his own, yet not. He remembered the touch of those hands on his own skin. He turned, suddenly, to Pina.*
"Proserpina," *he said, his/Julian's voice thick with unfamiliarity.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 27, 2008 16:06:54 GMT -5
*Julian sat (as it were) and savored the new experience. Being oneself, but not. It was all together odd. Odd and perfect. He felt one with Erik in a way that he never had before. And he was at peace to let his mother be in control. He watched detachedly, but very intrigued.*
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Post by Pina on Feb 27, 2008 16:35:49 GMT -5
*Pina had been watching Julian for the past few minutes, looking more and more confused. When he spoke, her brow furrowed. He sounded... different, somehow.*
"Julian? I'm sorry, but what the Hell was that?"
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Post by Erik on Feb 27, 2008 16:55:53 GMT -5
*Erik smiled tenderly at Pina from Julian's face.*
"It's Erik," *he said.*
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Post by Pina on Feb 27, 2008 16:58:48 GMT -5
*Her frown deepened.*
"That's not funny, Julian..."
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Post by Erik on Feb 27, 2008 17:16:46 GMT -5
*Julian's face spasmed slightly as Erik tried to get the hang of it.*
"No, listen. Erik doesn't know how long he has. He was... something happened to him. No one can see him. No one can hear him but Julian. But Julian has let him use his body, and Erik wanted to tell you he misses you. It is not the same without you."
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Post by Pina on Feb 27, 2008 21:23:49 GMT -5
"I-"
*She nodded slowly. It sounded insane but...*
"I miss you too, dad."
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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 1:54:32 GMT -5
*Erik smiled.*
"Erik will fix this. He will become himself again. And you... and Julian.. perhaps will come home."
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Post by Pina on Feb 28, 2008 15:53:01 GMT -5
*She nodded, still looking puzzled.*
"I'd like that. I miss the Opera. And you," *she said with a tiny smile.*
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