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Post by Thatcher on Mar 21, 2008 7:20:08 GMT -5
*Thatcher had brought Sylvia to the sprawling private villa on the cliffs in the dead of night, throwing the servants into a panic at their master's arrival. Dawn found Sylvia in a four-poster bed while Thatcher smoked a cigar on the balcony, watching the sunrise over the sea and horizon.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2008 7:23:46 GMT -5
*Sylvia awoke from troubled sleep, shaking terribly. She didn't know where she was. Her voice trembled as she spoke timidly.*
"Thatcher...are you there?"
Or am I just imagining all this?
*She clutched the sheet to herself as if it offered some mystical protection.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 21, 2008 7:30:41 GMT -5
*Thatcher tossed the end of his cigar away over the railing and turned into the room.*
"I'm here, Sylvia," *he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, smelling of sea-breeze and smoke.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2008 7:33:53 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled for a moment at his appearance, but then her brow furrowed. This still wasn't right.*
"Where...where are we?"
*She cradled her head in her hands, her eyes distant and worried.*
"I can't remember..."
*She looked up to him helplessly frightened.*
"Why can't I remember? Please...I..."
*Extending her hand to him, seeking him as an anchor, it became quite apparent that she was shaking terribly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 21, 2008 7:37:57 GMT -5
*Thatcher took her hand and pulled her gently into his arms, holding her close and warm.*
"We're in Greece, at my villa. You're safe--no one knows we're here."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2008 7:39:54 GMT -5
*She pressed herself against him tightly, desperately seeking the solace her offered.*
"I...I'm so frightened. I can feel it...him...like..."
*She shook her head against his chest.*
"Like there's something inside me."
*Her eyes lifted to his, wide with panic.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2008 8:36:39 GMT -5
***MUCH LATER***
*Sylvia paced the tile in front of the hearth. It had been a long month, her mind deteriorating, her visions growing worse. She had had a rough patch when she hadn’t been able to eat or sleep for several days, but with proper sedation had helped. Not to quiet her mind of course, but to make her accept what she saw. And is how she arrived here, pacing. He was always there, whispering to her. Unless he was yelling. Never quiet, why was he never quiet? She frowned at herself, muttering. Sylvia reached the edge of the hearth and turned on her toe as she had so many times before, but this time… The man was there, just standing in front of her. It was closer than he’d ever been. She just stared, jaw agape in wonder.*
”Sylvia…just remember. Why can’t you remember?”
*He looked so sad. In a moment of weakness, she forgot all the torment he had caused.*
“I…I want to remember.” *She whispered.*
*There was something in his eyes then, those cold blue mirrors, which almost looked like relief. He stepped closer, their bodies so near touching. She trembled in fear, but couldn’t understand why. He leaned forward, as if to kiss her but then stopped. She recoiled instinctively, but then noticed that he was just standing there in wait. That was strange. Or…stranger. She swallowed carefully, her dark eyes studying him. Oh, why not? What harm could there be if she was truly only crazy? She shut her eyes and leaned forward in answer, expecting her lips to find only air. But they met his, warm and inviting. She gasped in surprise, pulling his breath into her and her eyes flashed open to see…nothing. There was a moment when she tried to understand what had just happened. But then she heard the voice again.*
“Remember.”
*She shivered and then coughed. The fit got worse and her eyes strained, trying to get something out. Sylvia fell hard to her knees, her chest heaving, seeking breath that she could not find. The coughing was painful and unceasing.*
“Remember.”
*Air was less and less until it was none at all. She slumped to the floor, limbs flailing, seeking help. She found only blackness.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 14, 2008 8:52:03 GMT -5
"Sylvia? Sylvia? Can you hear me?"
*Some time later, somewhere in the distance, Thatcher's voice called to her. In reality, he hovered anxiously over her inert form, having laid her upon the bed and had the doctor call to see her.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 14, 2008 8:59:39 GMT -5
*Her eyes opened slowly, her dilated pupils trying to find focus. She knew that voice. Thatcher. Thatcher... Her blood ran cold. She remembered. Everything. The color fled her face and she started back. But then she recognized the situation she was in. Trying to calm herself, she pursed her lips.*
"I...how long...was I gone?"
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 8:54:21 GMT -5
"You've been asleep for several hours," *he murmured, taking her hand and pressing his lips to it with a sigh of relief.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 9:45:13 GMT -5
*Sylvia pursed her lips as he kissed her but didn't pull away.*
"I...I'm sorry. For worrying you."
*She just had to remember how to separate her feelings from her actions. Find her old self. She could do that. She smiled warmly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 10:14:55 GMT -5
"How do you feel? Are you alright?"
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 10:19:01 GMT -5
*She swallowed and gave a hint of a shrug.*
"Shaky mostly. I just...I don't know what's wrong with me."
*Only then did she realize that things were relatively quiet in her mind. She still had that overbearing sense of unease, but at least she wasn't being actively tormented. She hid her face in her hands.*
"It just...makes me tired. Like I can't trust my own senses..."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 10:21:37 GMT -5
*Thatcher pulled her into his arms.*
"Shhh. Rest, then. I'm here."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 10:30:17 GMT -5
*Sylvia fought to relax her body into his arms. It was hard when all she wanted to do was run. She touched his chest gently, nuzzling her face against him as if seeking comfort. Her words were soft, her worry genuine.*
"Thatcher...maybe I should see a doctor."
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