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Post by Aziraphale on Jan 11, 2008 17:43:28 GMT -5
((Liam's model is my brother, bitch. Wanna say that again? I will fight you. ))
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Post by Michael on Jan 11, 2008 17:45:02 GMT -5
((And it's sue!me's babymodel. We could take you DOWN.))
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Post by Michael on Jan 11, 2008 17:52:10 GMT -5
((OMG LOOK A BIRFMARK OMG))
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Post by Aziraphale on Jan 11, 2008 17:53:06 GMT -5
(( My brother is a wee!Gerik.
HE'S OMG!HIDEOUSLYDEFORMED!!!!111))
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Post by Michael on Jan 11, 2008 18:01:44 GMT -5
((Takes after mama. Though my hideous deformity pwns your brothers. OMG!))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 11, 2008 18:40:26 GMT -5
"That is well," *Erik said, between kissing Christian's neck.* "Erik has had enough of children, I think." *He turned Christian in his arms, deftly removing the stack of photographs from his hand and placing them on the table.* "You are happy enough here, with Erik?" *he asked anxiously.* "Yes. The opera house is my home the Moulin Rouge is my home. As long as I can see my friend." He said, half-joking and half-serious.
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Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2008 20:22:49 GMT -5
*Erik fought down his ire. Must the boy grind this into the ground? He had agreed, had he not? They were barely back from England.*
"You drive a hard bargain," *he said.* "But Erik is patient."
*He kissed him on the lips, a kiss of ownership as much as passion.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 11, 2008 20:25:56 GMT -5
"Only teasing, Erik." Christian managed to reply before Erik kissed him.
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Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2008 20:37:20 GMT -5
*Erik smiled against Christian's lips. He had missed this boy. The pain of his absence was different from when Julian had left. He could not quantify either.
Every loss felt like dying to Erik.
He wrapped his long arms around Christian, pressing them together. He felt his face shift in the now-familiar return to its former state. Instinctively, despite Christian's avowed lack of disgust, he attempted to keep them close. So the boy could not see him clearly.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 11, 2008 21:02:54 GMT -5
*He kissed Erik back only briefly before breaking contact*
"I heard a commotion earlier from another thread. What's going on?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2008 21:05:54 GMT -5
*Erik frowned, remembering.*
"Oh. A girl, from the daroga. Erik has no idea what she's doing here. She came in a crate. It was highly irregular. Since when does the post know where Erik lives, for that matter?"
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Post by Micaela on Jan 11, 2008 21:07:05 GMT -5
((Haha. I know. ))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 11, 2008 21:12:31 GMT -5
*Erik frowned, remembering.* "Oh. A girl, from the daroga. Erik has no idea what she's doing here. She came in a crate. It was highly irregular. Since when does the post know where Erik lives, for that matter?" "A CRATE?" Christian asked incredulously. "How could anyone force a person into a crate?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2008 21:14:42 GMT -5
"It was a large crate," *Erik said vaguely, his face back to its smooth, noseful state.* "I suppose the chains made it easier."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 11, 2008 21:18:59 GMT -5
*Christian straightened, his expression clearly showing his shock*
"Chains? That poor girl! I hope you took those chains off her!"
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