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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 29, 2007 20:50:57 GMT -5
Megan jolted slightly, causing Pina to emit an annoyed squeak.
"That's Erik's job. Your father's, I mean."
She looked at Erik.
"And I'm afraid I will need at least a cot now that I have Proserpina to worry about. The chaise will not do for both of us."
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Post by Julian on Aug 29, 2007 21:00:55 GMT -5
*Julian rolled his eyes beneath their lids.*
Mother. It's like she can't understand it or something.
*He pinched the bridge of his nose like his father and headed to another door.*
"Perhaps I might just wander until he has seen you serviced then."
*The words were saccharine sweet.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 29, 2007 21:04:29 GMT -5
"Serviced?"
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Post by Julian on Aug 29, 2007 21:09:54 GMT -5
Oh...this will be too much fun.
*Julian batty his lashes with an eerie innocence.*
"But of course, sweet Megan. Your needs must be seen to first. I have waited these months, I can wait a bit longer."
*His smirk threatened in the corner of his mouth.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 29, 2007 21:11:33 GMT -5
She backed closer to Erik.
"I don't like this."
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Post by Julian on Aug 29, 2007 21:13:45 GMT -5
*Julian's smile widened.*
The feeling is mutual.
"But Megan...is it not proper for a woman to be seen to first?"
*He stood in the doorway, drawing his fingers over it in a caress.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 29, 2007 21:42:00 GMT -5
"If you want to go first, I'll wait."
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Post by Julian on Aug 29, 2007 21:50:25 GMT -5
*Julian stepped away from the door, towards Megan, his motions hypnotic.*
"I would never ask such a thing..."
*He stopped in front of her, staring down to her with cold blue eyes.*
"If it is your desire to be his wife...then I will have to learn my place. I can't wait."
*His gaze fixed lewdly on her chest, as if he could see through the shawl that covered her bared breast. He smiled privately.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 0:57:18 GMT -5
*Erik averted his eyes from the strange sight of Megan feeding her child. Their child. It made him uncomfortable. As did Julian, but in a different way. Julian's strangeness was familiar and almost comforting to him. Until he realized that the gestures recalled Nadir, which made him think of other things his brain slid away from.
But the discussion they were having appeared to be occurring on two different wavelengths, and Erik watched it like a ball being batted back and forth, never quite landing within bounds.*
She has her uses.
*Like Erik's ego.*
And you will not tell her, or Erik, to whom Erik's sexual duty is due.
"But Megan is not Erik's wife, nor has any territory been marked yet beside that which is Erik's. Which is everything. So if you would stop scratching like dogs for two seconds together, Erik would appreciate not going mad just now."
*He stood. Was it going to be like this every minute?*
"Megan. You and the child will take the Louis Phillipe room. The bed is quite big enough and I am certain a... the small bed for a baby, whatever it is... can be found. Julian, you may take the chaise for now; Erik will determine what is to be done. And I will show you the rest of the house while Megan is... feeding."
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Post by Julian on Aug 30, 2007 7:05:17 GMT -5
She has her uses? I bet she does.
*Julian’s eyes shone in lust for a moment before he was chided by Erik. He lowered his head and sulked away from Megan.*
I am sorry, Erik. I just have these…urges. Is that wrong of me? My greatest pain is your disappointment in me.
*He walked to Erik, his back to Megan. His long fingers slipped over Erik’s skin to take his hand. He looked almost innocent, but there was still something off-putting about him.*
I only want to please you…
*He glanced over his shoulder at Megan, his lips betraying a half-smile.*
But if you will not be taking her as your wife, does that mean that she’s…available?
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Post by Leia on Aug 30, 2007 10:33:10 GMT -5
((Note to self: must keep Christine away from Julian.))
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 10:48:56 GMT -5
((Damn, but he moves fast.))
*If Erik didn't know any better, he'd have thought Julian was attempting to groom him as his wife. Which was disturbing on multiple dark and twisty levels. But he did feel a sympathy for the being, whose pain so mirrored his own.*
Not wrong, no. But you are young, and do not know... Such urges have a time and place, or else you find yourself kept from following them at all. Caution is required.
*He glanced again at Megan.*
It would seem to be inappropriate, *he mused silently.* Though Erik cannot remember quite why at this time.
"Come. Erik will show you his organ."
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Post by Julian on Aug 30, 2007 10:57:50 GMT -5
((You just win. <3))
*Julian sighed and nodded.*
I would like that. Will you teach me to play it properly?
*He glanced once more to Megan.*
And I will try to restrain my urges until you think that I am fit to express them.
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 11:12:21 GMT -5
*Erik raised one eyebrow as he led Julian into the black bedroom.*
I would not curtail any pleasure of yours, *he said. Even as he wondered if that was really true, given his love of controlling people.* But the world is large, and it may be useful to discover what it holds before you begin to carve out your piece.
"That is where I sleep," *he said, gesturing towards the coffin. Along one wall was the pipe organ, hung around with black curtains and the notes of the Dies Irae. Don Juan Triumphant lay open on the stand, where he had left it last. He had not worked on it in so long, but now he strode over and closed it.*
All that Erik owns is yours, but for this. I forbid you to look at it. *He thought for a moment.* All that I own, as long as I'm not using it, *he amended.*
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Post by Julian on Aug 30, 2007 11:19:07 GMT -5
((Yeah, you remember what I was saying about win? Yep...you know how to push his buttons.))
*Julian's eyes wandered but fixed hard on that one thing he was denied.*
Thank you Erik, for your generosity. I hope that I will be able to repay you in kind. What is it that you will ask of me?
*He's brow arched inquisitively as he traced his fingers over Erik's shoulder idly.*
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