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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 10:58:54 GMT -5
*He nodded.*
"I'll have one summoned."
*He reached for the bell-pull.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 11:03:37 GMT -5
*She dared a genuine smile. No matter how bad things were, she would feel better if she could get proper medication and deal with the hallucinations.*
"Thank you."
*She pulled him into a soft kiss.*
"It means much to me."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 11:05:12 GMT -5
*He kissed her gently, an unwonted gesture from him.*
"Do not let yourself be troubled. To be harmed by injury or illness is not for us."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 11:09:10 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded, rubbing her forehead against his briefly. She had forgotten in all of this that things had changed. She'd changed. Become...something else. Would Jonathan even want her anymore? She did what she could to not let it affect her.*
"Of course. It's just that...I assume that you would prefer me to have at least some sense of wits about me."
*She smiled delicately.*
"Doubt that you'd much approve of my outbursts if you were entertaining company. And..."
*Her voice dropped as if someone else might overhear.*
"If you would still have me in your employ..."
*Had he really offered to have her kill for him? She couldn't remember for certain.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 11:10:52 GMT -5
"I don't care, so long as you feel well, Sylvia. You needn't work for me unless you wish to. I will keep you and cherish you forever."
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 11:14:00 GMT -5
*She looked up to him in wonder. Even knowing all that she did now...all that he had done to her, every cruelty...she couldn't help but feel...something. Something she didn't want to think too hard on. She shut her eyes and rested her head on his chest. Like this, she could almost imagine it was Jonathan.*
"Perhaps I should just see the doctor first. Get well. Then maybe...we'll see."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 11:16:11 GMT -5
"Yes...yes...when you're feeling better."
*Some time later, after the doctor had been and gone, Thatcher paced in his study, smoking a fragrant cigar.
A name rose in his mind, and he set a pen to paper, sending an express summons to Doctor Crane.*
Perhaps he can help her.
*The idea that Sylvia was suffering in any way tormented him, and he ate little, and slept not at all.*
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Post by Sylvia on Apr 26, 2008 11:28:09 GMT -5
*The doctor had given her medication to help her sleep and it left Sylvia groggy. At least she could sleep short bouts untroubled. All too soon she was afflicted again, haunted by the very man she loved, twisting the sheets in horrific nightmares.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 26, 2008 11:36:22 GMT -5
*Thatcher checked in on Sylvia throughout the night, and as he found her murmuring and tossing deleriously about with nightmares, he could not bear it. The man who believed himself--knew himself--to be stronger than anyone else in the world, bent under the weight of his helpless grief and stumbled back to his study, hunching over his desk with silent sobs heaving his massive shoulders.
How long had it been since he had cried? He could not recall...even as a child, he had never shed a tear, for himself or anyone.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 4, 2008 8:23:20 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*Jonathan Crane was more than a bit surprised by the summons. It could, of course, be a trap- surely his rival knew his history with Sylvia. Still, he was not the type to avoid danger. He arrived in Greece, at Thatcher's door.*
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Post by Thatcher on May 6, 2008 8:41:52 GMT -5
*Thatcher opened the door himself, looking none the worse for wear aside from the day's growth of beard on his chin.*
"Crane."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 6, 2008 21:21:39 GMT -5
"You sent for me, Mr. Caine?"
*His voice was professional, not servile*
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