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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 19, 2008 14:19:09 GMT -5
*Jonathan Crane came into the room where Sylvia lay. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.*
"I have the antidote. Come, we're going."
*It was hard to tell the tone of his voice.*
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Post by Sylvia on May 20, 2008 6:24:00 GMT -5
*Sylvia blinked, groggy from being pulled from the short bouts of half-sleep she'd been practicing getting. Her brow furrowed as she looked up at him and startled.*
"Please..." *She whimpered, tired and defeated.*
"I know that you aren't here. Leave me in peace tonight. Just one night and you can torture me as you will."
*She shut her eyes in pain and bitterness, all hope lost. It wasn't his fault that her hallucinations had taken his rather pleasing shape to torment her.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 20, 2008 14:34:29 GMT -5
*For a moment he looked at her, wondering if, after all, she'd been leading him into a trap. Grabbing her arm, he shoved her against the wall and kissed her- with love, but without tenderness.*
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2008 17:40:49 GMT -5
*Sylvia hit the wall hard, a gasp escaping past her lips and into him. Her first response was to resist, to force away the torture that this would surely become soon enough. But there was something...real. About him, his touch, his presence. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes on him, in spite of their close proximity. Finally, she managed to free her lips from his, her voice little more than breath.*
"Jonathan...is it...?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2008 17:46:14 GMT -5
"I should be angry with you. With all you did to me, after all I did for you. For all I know, this is just a trap."
*He kissed her again*
"Damn you, Sylvia, but you're coming with me."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2008 17:52:42 GMT -5
*Here expression softened, even threatened a smile for a moment.*
"It is..."
*She touched his face tenderly, only then did his words catch up with her. She frowned and shook her head.*
"Trap...no. Not of my making. But you...you're really here, aren't you?"
*Hope flickered in her eyes.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2008 17:54:45 GMT -5
"Yes, I am."
*His harsh demeanor was shaken by her sweetness. He took her hand again, but more gently.*
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2008 18:00:03 GMT -5
*Her smile blossomed and she leaned to kiss him softly.*
"I am glad." *She whispered genuinely. Her comfort was short lived and soon her eyes darkened once more.*
"Oh, Jonathan...Thatcher...he'll...I don't even want to think on it. I can't bear the thought...not of him taking you from me."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2008 18:01:38 GMT -5
"We're going to get out before he knows. I have ways of dealing with him."
*He looked at her, sighing*
"And I'll give you your antidote."
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Post by Sylvia on May 25, 2008 18:08:50 GMT -5
"Antidote?"
*Sylvia leaned back, confused for a moment. It would make sense, his line of work and all, but...what if it was just her mind twisting in its own illusions again.*
"Please..." *She finally whispered. If it was a lie, it was a very nice one.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 25, 2008 18:09:53 GMT -5
*He said nothing, but held her against him as they made their way stealthily out of the house*
(To the Hilton)
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