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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 13:54:54 GMT -5
"Haven't 'ended up' anywhere but where I began, yet," *he muttered darkly.* "And Erik can't seem to get rid of you, so the devil knows what you're complaining about." *Erik had not had sex in at least 24 hours, so he was becoming a bit cranky.*
"Is it such a good memory?" *he wondered aloud.* "It seemed very... brief."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 13:57:12 GMT -5
"But it was with you."
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Post by Micaela on Aug 8, 2007 13:59:30 GMT -5
((that's so... cute... in a stalkerish obsessed way!!))
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 14:02:56 GMT -5
"Hunh," *Erik said, as if she'd she liked butterscotch and chocolate on her sundaes. Speaking of which...*
"We should get ice cream," *he said.*
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Post by Micaela on Aug 8, 2007 14:04:08 GMT -5
((micaela can show up with an urge to make fudge sauce. cause I can make a beastly fudge sauce. and fudge.))
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 14:07:01 GMT -5
"Ice cream sounds REALLY good right now," said Megan.
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 14:10:42 GMT -5
*His eyes narrowed.*
"Erik has heard that pregnant women get strange cravings for food. This is perhaps not very helpful, as I seem to have them too. But it is interesting."
*He rose. He wasn't going to offer her his arm or anything, but he wasn't going to blindfold her or anything, either. He was too tired.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 14:14:08 GMT -5
"I just hope it doesn't hurt the baby. Anyway, maybe you're having sympathy cravings."
She nudged him with her elbow and grinned.
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Post by Fitz on Aug 8, 2007 14:15:07 GMT -5
((No. Comment.))
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 14:20:38 GMT -5
"Why would it hurt the baby?" *he said.* "And I have no sympathy for you whatsoever. You're the one who is pregnant."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 14:22:12 GMT -5
"With your..."
She dropped into the chair again.
"Erik, what am I going to do it the baby does look like... before?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 14:27:31 GMT -5
*Erik's patience had reached its end. He began stalking about the room and waving his arms.*
"Why do you think I don't want you to have it?" *he stormed.* "For my own health? I was born that way. And nothing--NOTHING!--you can say will convince me you, or anyone, could have given Erik a good life."
*He rounded on her and jabbed a finger into her chest.*
"You were the one who tried to convince Erik you did not care what he looked like!" *His head was waggling now, to much different effect given what it used to look like.* "You attempted to tell me, even, that you found him attractive! And now that I look no different from anyone, you offer no resistance to my advances and you foolishly wonder whether the child will look like me, when it is abundantly clear it will!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 14:35:28 GMT -5
"It won't matter to me!" she shouted. "It's... it's the world I'm worried about. You think I'm so- so shallow that I won't want to touch or kiss or feed it- that I'll let it die?"
She was now trying to loom at him, which the difference in height rendered difficult.
"No, what I think is that you despise yourself so much that you don't think you could ever love a child with your- your- former condition!" Megan spat. "I think you're a hypocrite who hates abnormality in others as much as you loathed it in yourself! You would have had me end the pregnancy rather than have a disfigured child!"
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 14:55:18 GMT -5
((haha, that's so true.))
*Erik leaned precariously close to her, his face directly in hers, his voice low and menacing.*
"Yes. Yes, I would kill it, because it's what my mother should have done. It's the only kindness one can do for such a wretch. That is why you can never be a good enough mother to it--because you cannot ignore society. For it will not ignore you so blithely as you feign to ignore my 'condition.' You cannot hide it, as most men hide their deformities, and so all the deformities men hide will be heaped on its shoulders, at far too young an age for it to understand."
*He realized his fist was twisted around her shirtfront. He stared at it, unclenched it, and backed away, staring at her in horror.*
"How dare you presume to tell Erik what he feels? You parade your regard for me, a man you'd only read about, like it's some sort of honor to be capable of loving a monster. As if that makes you better than the rest of them. It just makes you as wrong as I am."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 8, 2007 15:26:39 GMT -5
"Then clearly society will despise me too for producing such a child."
She gave him a fierce look and added, "Though you would do well to realize that living the way you did gives you no excuse for being such an ass!"
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