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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 26, 2007 19:54:11 GMT -5
She seemed to almost perk up as she added, "So I'll get to live here? With you? Oh, sir-"
She stopped and looked at him, making a point of establishing eye contact.
"Can I call you Erik?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 26, 2007 20:52:48 GMT -5
*Erik looked at her in a mild form of panic for a moment. What did he mean, inviting her into his home? Of course she was frightened. But that was none of his concern. He was not the one who had invited her here.*
"Would you rather Erik chained you up in the Communard's dungeon?" *he snapped.* "You may call Erik by his name, since he has no other. It is of little importance."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 26, 2007 20:54:54 GMT -5
"That makes sense," Megan said quietly. "I mean, I was just wondering if you'd prefer... I dunno, 'Master' or something."
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Post by Erik on Apr 26, 2007 20:59:14 GMT -5
*Without a word, Erik threw a porcelain knick-knack across the room where it shattered on the wall, the pieces falling to the floor to mingle with the shards of glass.*
"I would not," *he said flatly, momentarily lapsing into first person.* "'Erik' is as arbitrary as any title, and honorifics grate upon my ears. Remove this glass, or Erik shall throw you against the wall next time."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 26, 2007 21:03:01 GMT -5
((Megan would like to see Erik try to hurl her against the wall. Megan's not exactly petite.))
Megan nodded and immediately dashed across the room to start picking up the pieces.
"Do you want me to try to glue- OW!"
She dropped the few shards she's picked up and looked apologetically at Erik.
"I cut my finger..."
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Post by Erik on Apr 26, 2007 21:09:35 GMT -5
((Erik is sooper-strong, yo. He is wiry but he works out, totally. You know how ants can lift like 100 times their body weight, because of their exoskeleton? Well Erik's a living skeleton. See, it's science.))
*Erik held his tongue for longer than he thought possible, but it was just possible that, the way he was feeling, he might accidentally bite her head off.*
"No, Erik does not wish you to glue anything. Erik would prefer you to be competent at some small part of the task he set you. He did not ask for you to make a bigger mess than the one you already have."
*He stepped forward and grabbed her hand, raising it and putting a little too much pressure on the cut finger.*
"Do you require a reminder of my wrath?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 26, 2007 21:19:14 GMT -5
Megan winced a little. "No, sir- I mean, no, Erik," she said quietly.
In spite of the pain, she didn't pull away this time. She seemed to study Erik's hand on hers for a long time. It was as thin as the rest of him, the same pallid yellow-gray color, with sharp nails. By contrast, her own hand was very pink and with a plumpness that did not quite extend to the fingers.
She smiled. She rather liked the contrast, in a weird way.
"You're holding my hand," she said absently. "I'm glad."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 10:38:36 GMT -5
*Erik dropped the hand quicker than a live cobra. He knew how to handle poisonous snakes, had done so on more than one occasion. This was altogether different. He peered into her smiling face for a moment, confused and somewhat panicky.*
"You will find bandaging and supplies in the bathroom," *he said at last.* "No doubt you know where it is. Do you think you can perform such a task without Erik's help? There is enough blood on his hands he has no wish to have it decorate his rather expensive rugs."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 10:40:50 GMT -5
Megan continued smiling and suddenly blurted, "You can take it off, if that's more comfortable."
The more intelligent part of her brain wanted to smack her.
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 10:46:53 GMT -5
*Erik froze in place. When he spoke, his voice was sepulcherly cold.*
"Erik will assume, for your continued good health, that you know not of what you speak. Either that, or pretend you mean his shirt, or shoe, or underthings for that matter, none of which require removal at this time."
*He strode to the bathroom door, flinging it open.*
"You spoke earlier of my uncharacteristic mercy. Do not make Erik regret it."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 10:49:51 GMT -5
"I watch the Discovery Health Channel!" Megan shouted. "I saw this special on a little girl born without a facial skeleton! Her eyes were all flopping down onto her cheeks! I'VE SEEN WORSE THAN YOU!"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 10:51:36 GMT -5
Megan's Brain: *facepalm*
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 10:58:31 GMT -5
*Erik's skin paled even further, if possible. And in a motion that had to have been a blur to anyone watching, he launched towards Megan, shoved her into the bathroom, and shut the door. He leaned heavily against the other side, chest heaving.
Something was very, very wrong.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 11:01:10 GMT -5
"I TOOK ANATOMY IN COLLEGE!" Megan shouted from behind the other side of the door. "I'VE HELPED DISSECT CORPSES! YOU ARE NO BIG DEAL COMPARED TO THAT!"
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 11:11:25 GMT -5
*Erik felt an eyebrow raise despite himself. He, too, had dissected corpses. Though not in this place called "college." But he was beginning to think this being had escaped from some sort of asylum for the hopelessly insane.
But being favorably compared to a dissected corpse amused him. A little. He jerked the door open.*
"You are somewhat humorous," *he informed her.* "For that, you will live. For now. But--" *and here he gripped her injured finger painfully* "do not assume that Erik's humor will extend to violations of his... personal... space." *He frowned. That hadn't sounded quite right.* "Your knowledge of Erik's secrets notwithstanding, you are my prisoner."
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