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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 16:58:35 GMT -5
This made Erik nearly giddily happy, even as he regretted intensely the fact that he'd never succeeded in that himself. Just gone transparent every time he tried.
"Nothing would make me prouder," he said with something approaching cheerfulness. "But I should like to witness it, if at all possible."
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 17:00:41 GMT -5
*The tendons of Julian's neck were taut.*
"Very well..." *He managed, as he would have been much happier to have it done at that moment.*
"It will wait until you are ready. Then we will exact our revenge...together."
((That should not make me 'aww'.))
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 17:21:55 GMT -5
Erik's hand reached to play with Julian's fingers.
"You know how I love to watch you work," he murmured.
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 17:27:24 GMT -5
*Julian purred, the words and caress liquid honey. It soothed the fire in him.*
"And I you. It shall be our gift, to do this for her. And for each other."
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 17:31:38 GMT -5
Erik could not, for the moment, imagine how she could not appreciate such a gift. If he'd had a face left, he'd have beamed.
"I fear Erik's muscles will be mush, at this rate," he sighed. "You cannot imagine how trying it has been, merely to lie in bed."
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 17:34:19 GMT -5
*Julian traced his fingertips lightly down the length of Erik, from chest to thigh, concern in his eyes.*
"I will help you get strong again, no matter how long it takes."
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 17:37:24 GMT -5
It was the first time anything had actually felt good to him in what seemed like forever. Between the fire and the floating about... A morphine-influence smile split his ravaged face.
"Of course you will. My Julian..."
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 17:42:22 GMT -5
*Erik might not have seen it, haze being as it was, but Julian smiled deviously then. This was what he wanted. Erik and him. No Christian. No Christine. Just...them. In a beautiful symbiosis, both needing the other. He would prove it to Erik, that he was the only one he truly needed. Julian bent forward, lifting Erik's hand to his lips.*
"In time." *He whispered softly, the words holding all the promise of a serpent in a garden.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 17:51:23 GMT -5
((That's great. Serpents always keep good stuff in gardens.))
So even his ruined skin could feel. And Julian would never shudder from this form. Never turn from him.
"Lovely boy," he crooned, drifting.
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 17:53:20 GMT -5
"Rest now..." *Julian spoke gently, caressing his mangled face.*
"I will watch over you. And be here when you wake."
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2008 18:10:10 GMT -5
As if he were the child, Erik obeyed Julian's command. His eyes drifted shut, he sighed, and his breathing eased into an opioid-cushioned sleep.
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Post by Julian on Aug 6, 2008 18:42:14 GMT -5
*Julian kept his word, watching over his mother as he slept, his body still, healing its own wounds.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 7, 2008 12:16:47 GMT -5
When Erik awoke, he did not remember where he was.
He assumed he was still at Manderley. Alone.
But as his gaze climbed about the room, he recalled the trappings of home (if not his own room), the care Julian had lavished on him, and sighed in a mix of satisfaction and bitterness that he was still dependent on others.
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Post by Julian on Aug 7, 2008 13:20:28 GMT -5
*Julian noticed Erik was awake and scooted closer that he might examine him.*
"Erik...is there anything you need? More morphine? Something to eat?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2008 11:50:39 GMT -5
Erik blinked. Was he hungry? His blood itched, that was true.
He was tired of laying down. His muscles would atrophy. And the only thing he had left--his strength--would be denied him.
"I think... I should like to get up," he said. "Perhaps a small dose of morphine... and then you could help Erik?"
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