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Post by Christine on Mar 27, 2007 16:33:57 GMT -5
((Guess you never found me. ;D))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 16:35:13 GMT -5
((Well, I figured it'd just be the same thing over again... don't worry, I'm watching your rehearsal.))
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Post by Christine on Mar 27, 2007 16:36:20 GMT -5
((Okay. And I guess it's better for Gerik that you didn't see what it looked like he was trying to do. ))
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Post by Erik on Mar 27, 2007 16:39:48 GMT -5
((Well since I can't kill him, there's a limit to what I can let Erik see, y'know?))
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Post by Christine on Mar 27, 2007 16:53:05 GMT -5
((You could just threaten to kill him, I guess.))
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 14:42:46 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Julian's breath was strained, his grip painfully tight on Erik as the two places merged, then separated again. He panted softly against Erik's skin, forcing himself to release his mother.*
"Be at peace, Erik. You are home."
*Julian drew back, pained. Erik rested on the bed in a guest room, as if he'd never left.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 14:56:03 GMT -5
Erik's breathing was labored, his skin itching and fiery. "Thank you," he managed, feeling cooler already in the underground house. Feeling at home.
He wanted Christian. He wanted Pina. But at least he was home. And he had his son, who would never turn his back.
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 15:05:33 GMT -5
*Julian managed a smile.*
"You are welcome. It is good, having you here..."
*He winced, sharp pain covering his back. He lifted a hand to it awkwardly, and when he drew it back it was sticky with blood. He felt cold. But it was worth it, having him here. He sounded tired.*
"You...have been missed."
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 16:03:23 GMT -5
Erik blinked, trying to locate Julian better in his field of vision.
"You are hurt. From bringing Erik here," he said. "Won't you rest, my son?"
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 16:12:24 GMT -5
*Julian shook his head, shushing Erik soothingly.*
"It's nothing. You are home and that is all that matters."
*He smiled, but the pain grew worse.*
"Perhaps..." *Julian started, his hand lifted to his head, leaving a bloody smear on it as confusion washed over his features.*
"I..." *His eyes rolled and he fell forward onto the bed.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 16:21:48 GMT -5
It hurt where Julian touched Erik, but he ignored it in favor of attempting to rise and reach him.
Which hurt more.
"Julian?" he said hoarsely. He should not have let the boy do what he'd done--he should have insisted on a more traditional mode of travel.
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 16:24:49 GMT -5
*Julian's body was still, his breath faint but steady. There were long slashes across his back, to numerous to differentiate from each other. His dark blood stained his clothing, dripping slowly to the floor beneath him.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 5, 2008 16:47:37 GMT -5
Erik frowned at the still-dripping blood, and despite the protests of his healing skin and his disused muscles, he got himself into a sitting position and drew the sheet out enough to press it against the wounds.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be handsome, married, walking in the Bois on Sundays. Now he was uglier than ever, his son in pain, his life in ruins. Blood soaked through the sheet in strange patterns.
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Post by Julian on Aug 5, 2008 16:53:28 GMT -5
*Julian remained there for some time, the sheet taking up more of his blood, but eventually it slowed. Then he stirred. Weakly, his body shifted, blindly seeking Erik next to him.*
"Please..." *He whispered.* "Mother..."
*He tried to clumsily pull himself into bed next to Erik.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 5, 2008 16:55:53 GMT -5
***IM IN UR PLOT INVADIN UR LAIR***
Even after all this time, she remembered her way down there.
Megan had a loaf of bread in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other. James didn't know she was down here, and even she had trouble understanding it herself.
Because it's your fault, a voice in the back of her mind muttered.
"Erik?" she called as she entered the house on the lake once again.
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