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Post by Rebecca on Feb 24, 2008 17:02:25 GMT -5
*As it was raining out and she strangely didn't feel like painting, Rebecca instead wandered in the glass-walled conservatory, humming to herself and idly tending to the plants.
After some time she stopped abruptly with a grimace, pressing her hand to her stomach. The kicking had never been THIS bad, before.
She sat for a moment to catch her breath with a rueful smile.*
"Troublesome child," *she half-chided her belly in a soft, teasing voice.
A moment later, all at once, the ache in her back and stomach became unbearable and she slid from the chair to the stone floor with a cry of agony, the pain rendering her unconscious even as blood began to pool upon the flagstones.*
((Should Philippe find her or should I just send in some NPC servants and a doctor to come running when she screamed and stuff and put her in her room?))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 24, 2008 17:18:29 GMT -5
*Philippe paused as he heard the sound of many running feet. Servants, almost all of them if seemed rushed to the conservatory.
Curiously, he followed. The sight that met him there made his heart stop almost all together. He ran forward and pulled her into his arm. His face paled at the sight of the blood, and it's source.*
"Call for the Doctor. Now."
*He barked at the nearest servant.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 24, 2008 17:22:17 GMT -5
*Becca did not move, her breathing shallow as her pulse raced out of control, her heart trying to pump blood that was leaving her at an increasing pace. Her skin was a sick, pasty white colour, damp, and almost cold.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 24, 2008 17:30:44 GMT -5
*Philippe gently cradled her in his arms. He was cold with fear. He bent over her.*
"Dear God, please do not let it be this, do not let this happen."
((Move to Bedroom. I am in OldChat.))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 24, 2008 17:32:17 GMT -5
((Sweet.))
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Post by Erik on Feb 27, 2008 16:57:23 GMT -5
*THE NIGHT OF THE BALL*
*Raoula's hand in his, Erik slunk through the estate to the darkened conservatory.*
"Now," *he said.* "That's better."
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Post by Raoul on Feb 28, 2008 4:57:45 GMT -5
*The room was not well lit, Raoula glanced around and realised where they were. They would not be found.*
"Yes."
*It was then she realised his intentions, she could not understand why it made her heart beat faster and her breath quicken. This was a madman, once who would have no qualms in killing her.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 10:34:42 GMT -5
*Erik stood close enough to feel her heart race, her breath come faster. He smiled to himself. He had been right all along about appearances; they mattered more than anything, as his easy conquests proved. He ran his fingers along her arms delicately.*
"Do you wish to go back?" *he asked softly, his breath tickling the top of her head.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 28, 2008 14:09:46 GMT -5
*Slowly Raoula shook her head. It was strange but she didn't. She could not deny her reaction to him, it was as if everything else had meshed together to form one emotion. Desire. Idly she wondered what it was, perhaps just the idea of being so powerless, a part of her nature that she had only truly experienced around him.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 14:16:06 GMT -5
*She really wasn't the most beautiful woman Erik had ever seen. And something about her distressed him, manifesting in a little buzzing in the back of his mind. But still, there was something he could not deny about her allure. As if they had been together before. Which was, of course, impossible.
He wanted to possess her in a way that went beyond mere physical satisfaction and had no tinge of love.
Erik tipped her face up to his and kissed her, not roughly, but it was not the affectionate, searching kiss of a new love.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 28, 2008 14:23:51 GMT -5
*Raoula gasped a little when he actually 'kissed' her. It was strange but then, she felt something. There was no care there but he not rough. Suddenly Raoula paused, did she want rough?*
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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 15:03:10 GMT -5
*At her lack of response, Erik's lips became more insistent rather than less. What did he have to lose, after all? His hands gripped her shoulders.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 28, 2008 15:06:24 GMT -5
*She moaned softly, yes perhaps she did. Her hands settled gently on his shoulders. Her shawl fell to the floor with a rustle of fabric.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 15:33:51 GMT -5
*Erik's long arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he ravaged her mouth. She incensed him. There was a passion here he could not name, something between love and hate but unaccountable either way.
The possibility of sex was certainly not ambiguous, however.
His hand crept up through her hair, divesting it of pins so that it fell through his fingers as he caressed her scalp.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 28, 2008 16:16:49 GMT -5
*Raoula felt almost Virginal as it was. After all she had never experienced it in such as way. Her head tingled, it seemed from his hand and perhaps the wine she had consummed.
She pulled back, nervous.*
"I do not know... I have never known men..."
*She blushed, painfully aware that it was not a lie.*
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