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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 11:37:18 GMT -5
*His long fingers played idly with the duvet at the end of the bed.*
"Perhaps such reassurances signify nothing, coming from Erik." *He glanced back up to Vianne.* "Do you still wish to leave?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 11:44:53 GMT -5
"I have nowhere to go."
*Deciding that was the wrong answer, she amended:*
"And even if I did...I do not."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 12:29:31 GMT -5
*Erik nodded, then reached out, as if to trace the line of her face. Then his hand dropped back to his side, and he smiled softly.*
"You see? I am still the same Erik, prone to fits of melancholy and mania in turn."
*He turned to the door.*
"And Erik will let you rest, now."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 12:38:41 GMT -5
*She ventured a small smile.*
"That is well..."
*She drew the covers up to her chin as she lay down.*
"Goodnight, then, Erik."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 12:44:57 GMT -5
*Erik merely nodded, suddenly exhausted, and shut the door behind him. He thought--hoped--that Madame was safe from herself for now.
He began the seemingly arduous trek to his room and bed, then turned to see Megan.*
"Do not wake her," *he said gruffly.* "But do not let her do herself harm, either, if you can help it."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 13:02:27 GMT -5
((So what happens now? If you wanna get with the Giry, she'll either have to get very drunk or very hallucinatory-something-or-other.))
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