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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 18:23:00 GMT -5
A smile played around Carlos' lips.
"Though not one to rival mine," he clarified. He longed for the weight of another body next to his. For now, the cat would have to do, but he was a poor substitute.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 18:27:28 GMT -5
He chuckled and hummed a few bars.
"My unnatural mastery of music concerns all flavors of it, not just composition and violin, those merely happen to be my favorite expressions. I didn't have a face for the stage." he joked, darkly.
"Something light, then. Close your eyes, my love..." He produced a simple and soft tune, flowing through a middle range so as not to make the piece so interesting that it would keep his lover awake.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 21:26:38 GMT -5
He assumed he wouldn't sleep anytime soon. Too keyed up, he thought. There was too much on his mind. But as always, Erik's music had a nearly hypnotic effect on him, and in falling asleep he could almost feel the other man's arms around him.
Soon, he thought, before drifting off entirely.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 21:29:18 GMT -5
Erik only remained a few minutes before drifting away, only somewhat reluctantly, but if things worked, he would return later that night in a borrowed body.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 27, 2008 9:26:52 GMT -5
***QUITE LATE, SAME NIGHT***
It took some getting used to, having to walk absolutely everywhere, and it took a bit of charm to have the doorman at the hotel let him inside at such a late hour--he didn't recognize Holmes as a guest.
At least the gash on his borrowed face had stopped bleeding, and he all but ignored Holmes inside him now as he made his way up to Carlos' room and knocked loudly, listening for movement inside before saying.
"Now, my dear, don't panic when you open the door--"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 27, 2008 10:05:53 GMT -5
Carlos stood at the door, stupid with sleep. The voice wasn't Destler's but the cadence was. He forgot to wonder why he was opening the door for a ghost--
And merely stood, aghast, as the image of Holmes filled the open door. His face hardened.
"What are you doing here?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 27, 2008 10:13:40 GMT -5
The man grinned and pushed into the room, grabbing Carlos around the waist with his uninjured hand and a laugh.
"Showing off the new model. Yes, I'll have to wait for this damned wrist to heal--but, here now, I don't think I'll have time for much playing for a bit."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 27, 2008 10:36:45 GMT -5
Carlos fell back, stunned. He stared down at the hand on his waist, then back up at Holmes' face.
"Maestro?" He shook his head. "Erik, what have you done?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 27, 2008 10:38:12 GMT -5
Inside Destler's head, Holmes uncurled slightly from the fetal ball he'd become after the rape.
You can't dare...
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 27, 2008 10:41:28 GMT -5
Destler frowned--at both men.
"I can dare! Now shut up!" he gruffed, offhanded to Holmes, and then to Carlos.
"I'm only borrowing it for now, my dear. Aren't you pleased? I thought you found mister Holmes quite attractive--and the body possesses all the qualities I require. All I've to do is sweep out the former occupant."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 27, 2008 11:28:21 GMT -5
This was all far too real. Carlos had imagined this as something abstract, an attractive man appearing as if from whole cloth to be his. Not... this. He knew this man, had worked with him. Knew he had a lover, a past, a reputation.
He stepped away, separating himself from Holmes/Destler's touch.
"No," he said. "Not like this. I didn't... I know him, Erik!" He frowned. "Who were you talking to? Who were you telling to shut up?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 27, 2008 11:32:37 GMT -5
"You're upset." He frowned further and dropped his hands to his sides.
"I hadn't ejected Holmes yet, in case you didn't approve, but I didn't imagine that you wouldn't, really. It's only a body, Christopher, a fine one at that. I don't understand your reluctance--this was the quickest way."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 27, 2008 12:25:20 GMT -5
"Of course I'm upset!" Carlos said, running a hand through his tousled hair. "He killed you! I watched, or don't you remember?"
The healing wound on his cheek from Destler's lash throbbed with his discomfort. He noted Holmes--whoever--had a matching one.
"Is his the face you want me to see when we're making love?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 27, 2008 12:32:09 GMT -5
Hm. Perhaps he hadn't taken everything appropriately into account.
Destler had to fold Holmes' hands behind his back to keep from touching Carlos--what torture!
"I'll let him off then...and return to you unwhole in a few moments."
He turned on his heel before he changed his mind and went out into the hall, pushing Holmes forward in his own mind.
"Try anything and I'll kill her outright, then I'll travel to London and do in that doctor you're so fond of and whatever family he has."
With that he abandoned Holmes' body in the hall and went back to Carlos, curling around him warmly, desperately.
"Are you very upset with me?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 27, 2008 12:47:47 GMT -5
Carlos might have given in, given longer. If Destler had been able to play his violin, especially, Carlos would have had to overlook everything else. Anything was easy to overlook, with the right incentive. The man's abrupt departure and Destler's return happened quickly, before he could really process what had happened. He stood motionless in the center of the room.
"No," he said vaguely. "Not... upset. As such. Shocked, I think, is the better word. I just wasn't expecting..."
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