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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 15, 2008 19:03:23 GMT -5
*She blinked and gazed up at him blearily, confused for a moment.*
"Daniel?" *She asked, as if making sure.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 20, 2008 18:48:50 GMT -5
"Well, I certainly hope so." He quipped.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 9, 2008 23:15:50 GMT -5
*She realized there was a big red mark across her face from where she'd fallen asleep on her book. She attempted to move but found that her muscles ached from falling asleep in such an odd position.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 9, 2008 23:32:02 GMT -5
*Heaving a sigh, he reached out a hand*
"Need help?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 9, 2008 23:34:15 GMT -5
*She reached out and tentatively placed her small hand in his larger one, looking up at him.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 9, 2008 23:36:30 GMT -5
*Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet, careful to curb his vampire strength*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 9, 2008 23:39:39 GMT -5
*Though he was still too strong for her, and managed to pull her hard enough so that she banged against his chest. She backed off immediately.*
"Oops. Sorry."
*She then yawned.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 9, 2008 23:42:12 GMT -5
*He held onto her a moment, steadying her, before letting go.*
"You should go to bed. Wouldn't want you lying passed-out on the floor."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 9, 2008 23:53:20 GMT -5
*She yawned again, kind of half-asleep at this point.*
"Night, Papa." *She said sleepily, and leaned up to kiss his cheek before wandering over to the bed and flopping onto it, pretty much passed out.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 10, 2008 0:06:47 GMT -5
*He stood there, blinking, completely flummoxed by that*
WHAT did she just call me???
*Well, that was definitely something different. And led to a train of thought that disturbed even him. Shaking his head as though to clear out the cobwebs, he sat down in one of the chairs in the room. He didn't really have anywhere to go at present.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 10, 2008 0:20:41 GMT -5
*Some time later, she turned fitfully on the bed, sometimes crying out softly and wordlessly, and in a way which was not at all reminiscent of pleasure. With time she became more restless, and even struck out at the air as her calls became wilder and more frequent.*
*Cries turned to sobs and she held her arms up to defend herself against her dream-attacker.*
"Please, Papa, don't..." *She whimpered.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 10, 2008 0:28:38 GMT -5
*He'd been idly thinking, considering various places he could move to (the inn wasn't really at all ideal as a sanctuary for one such as he), when the silence was cut through by Marianne's cries.
Nightmare. And, from the sound of it, a rather nasty thing. Normally he wouldn't have bothered, but what the words implied hit some nerve that he would, later, deny to himself even existed.
Moving with soundless steps, he went over to the girl and gently gave her a shake to wake her*
"Marianne."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 10, 2008 0:33:35 GMT -5
*She cried out again, attempting to strike him and managing to hit him with a surprising strength.*
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Post by Daniel on Jun 10, 2008 0:42:03 GMT -5
*He grabbed her wrists, to stop any more of that happening*
"Marianne," he said, louder, though not too loud. "Wake up, you're dreaming."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 10, 2008 0:45:46 GMT -5
*She attempted violently to pull away or push him off, all to no avail, all the while sobbing and crying out.*
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