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Post by Daniel on Oct 18, 2009 16:10:09 GMT -5
"All right."
I'd like that, was what he could've said...but stopped himself. That would make things more awkward, no question.
"Oh, yes, he is." He said, eyeing Armand curiously.
He wouldn't have thought Armand would want to see Dorian, not after that incident in the Opium Den.
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Post by Armand on Oct 18, 2009 16:28:17 GMT -5
Of course, Daniel didn't have to say it, but he'd never liked it when Armand responded to his thoughts. As for Dorian, Armand hadn't seen him since he and Daniel had met in the opium den, but now... well. Now it seemed he had a good reason to visit Dorian again, at least for the amount of time it took for Armand to hint that Daniel needed some company.
Already thinking of the next necessary steps, the auburn-haired vampire didn't say anything more, not even a noncommittal 'hmmm' before leaving. He couldn't pretend it wasn't a relief to be away from Daniel. As nice as it had been to speak to Daniel again, or to be near him without seeing his obvious distress, there was a simplicity and a familiarity in being alone.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 18, 2009 16:33:10 GMT -5
There and then gone again. But, that was all right--how many times had he left a room the same way? After Armand left, Daniel locked the door and went over to the table to see what had been left for him. One corner of his mouth turned up in a smile at the contents. Well, he had been wondering what he was going to do about food now that he needed it again. This little gesture took care of that, at least for now .
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Post by Daniel on Jan 4, 2011 18:19:14 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
He was amused that people were still surprised to see him haul an unconscious person around--considering how often that had happened in the past, they should be used to it by now. Opening and closing the door to his room using his still-neglected telekenesis, he walked in and set Amelie down on the bed.
He was half-tempted to turn her, but when it came to fledglings he didn't have the best track record, thus his hesitation. If not, though, she'd have one nasty time ahead of her thanks to her addiction--one he was not going to feed. He'd think of something, in the meantime.
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Post by Amélie on Jan 4, 2011 18:45:27 GMT -5
((From my research, we've got about 5 days of shaking, vomiting, cold flashes, and pain ahead. BETTER GET A BUCKET.))
It was a haze of pain for her, all passage of time lost. There were cycles of shivers, of nausea, rather than hours and minutes. Every so often she'd cry out, no longer aware of where she was.
When the worst started to subside, she resumed her moans of "let me go."
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Post by Daniel on Jan 4, 2011 19:11:56 GMT -5
((Yeaah, coming down from an addiction is a horror and a half.))
Daniel, for his part, showed far more compassion than he had in a long time now: tending to Amelie, helping where he could, ignoring demands about letting her out of the room her bringing her any more drug. While he hadn't been on the wrong side of feeling sick for a while, he still knew how to keep a person going during it. Coming down from drugs or the flu, you kept someone hydrated, for instance.
When Amelie had regained some coherency--and demanding to be let go--he kept to his stance.
"When I said I could help you, I meant it. And not just with this current situation--you have a fortune owed to you, literally."
An idea was forming in his head, one that would spell a bit of trouble for the current Lord Desmarais.
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Post by Amélie on Jan 4, 2011 19:37:57 GMT -5
She laughed weakly and bitterly.
"Not that again."
She only vaguely remembered the last time. Nonetheless, it was cruel to dangle that in front of her and she couldn't quite figure out his reason for continuing to do so.
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Post by Daniel on Jan 4, 2011 21:48:07 GMT -5
"I can provide proof." He said simply.
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Post by Amélie on Jan 4, 2011 22:18:13 GMT -5
"There is no proof! I was found on the steps of a church. I'm an orphan. My parents didn't want me."
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Post by Daniel on Jan 5, 2011 0:11:10 GMT -5
"I just said I can provide proof of it." He snapped.
"At least give me the benefit of the doubt. And if I prove to be lying, then you lose nothing."
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Post by Amélie on Feb 26, 2011 19:51:36 GMT -5
"Just let me go. What do you gain by keeping me here?" Her voice was broken and shaking.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 26, 2011 20:15:20 GMT -5
A hard to define emotion crossed his features.
"The past."
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Post by Amélie on Feb 28, 2011 13:28:54 GMT -5
She had no idea how to interpret that answer. Hadn't she been through enough? And how could this man have known her mother anyhow?
She opened up her mouth to respond before dissolving into a violent fit of coughing. The cough from before hadn't gone away, only increased in violence. She hadn't noticed until now...
The coughs spattered blood onto her hands.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 28, 2011 15:09:03 GMT -5
Daniel froze. That wasn't from mere opium, was it?
He moved closer, cautiously, mostly succeeding in ignoring the scent of blood in the air.
"That cough...do you remember how long it's been there?"
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Post by Amélie on Mar 3, 2011 5:23:32 GMT -5
"No." A grim smile. "Taking away the opium was a little overkill on God's part, seeing as I was going to die anyway. Now I have to feel it." She let out a manic snap of laughter, which spun into another coughing fit.
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