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Post by Belle on Mar 30, 2008 22:25:44 GMT -5
"No man I've ever met has had such incredibly feminine hair! And that floppy bang thing looks absolutely ridiculous!"
*She didn't really think his hair was that bad, but she'd thought that that would hurt him, and was pleased to know that she'd hit her mark.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 30, 2008 22:53:27 GMT -5
"There is nothing wrong with caring about one's hair!" Herbert objected. "You're just jealous because yours is the color of mud!"
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Post by Belle on Mar 30, 2008 22:59:50 GMT -5
"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you!"
*She took a threatening step toward him.*
"And if you dare to hit me ever again, I swear, I will push you up against a window during the day- not enough to hurt you, just to make sure you're not so pretty anymore."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 30, 2008 23:05:10 GMT -5
"You're bluffing," said Herbert, but his scoffing laugh soon turned slightly panicked. "I mean, you MUST be bluffing..."
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Post by Belle on Mar 30, 2008 23:08:00 GMT -5
"Keep telling yourself that," *she replied primly, before turning on her heel and heading back up to her room, he nose in the air.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 30, 2008 23:14:55 GMT -5
Herbert made a very small, worried noise and touched his face.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:21:52 GMT -5
*Finally, the elder vampire was able to break out of his catatonic state, brought on (of course) by the burning from the sun's rays and the consequent healing. He was too late, of course, as the situation had run it's course. All he could do, really, was painfully leap to his feet and yell--*
"DAMNATION!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:30:02 GMT -5
"Daddy, calm yourself-"
Herbert tried to gently ease his father back into the chair.
"You must be weak- here-"
He dashed to the desk, picked up a letter opener, and made a small slit in his own right wrist. A bead of blood welled up, and he pushed back his sleeve to prevent the blood from staining the Belgian lace.
"Drink, Daddy," he said firmly, pushing his bleeding wrist at his father.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:44:47 GMT -5
*He stumbled a bit, sinking back down into his chair. He shook his head at Herbert*
"No, no...I couldn't..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:47:53 GMT -5
"Daddy, I said drink." Herbert said stubbornly, giving him much the same look as he had as a young child insisting his bed schedule be altered to accommodate his undead father's.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:53:48 GMT -5
*Rather too tired--and hurt--to argue with Herbert, he mutely nodded in ascent, carefully grasping his son's arm just above the cut. After a moment of hesitation, he brought the cut to his lips*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 18:57:15 GMT -5
"Thank you, Daddy," Herbert said primly, smoothing back his own disarrayed hair with his other hand.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 19:16:43 GMT -5
*He took enough that Herbert wouldn't accuse him of holding back, but not so much that it would harm his son*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 19:19:42 GMT -5
Herbert picked up the penwiper from the desk and used it to staunch the wound. As he did so, he looked around for his fallen ribbon, found it near the door, and after a moment, he set the penwiper aside (leaving nothing but a small silver patch on his wrist) and tied his hair back again.
"Oh, Daddy, how could she?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Apr 1, 2008 19:28:34 GMT -5
*He sat back, trying not to move too much and simply let his own healing ability take over*
"Whatever are you talking about? Those thugs were trying to hurt her."
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