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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 12:28:49 GMT -5
"Very pretty..."
*She put the pipe between her lips and drew on it lightly.*
"Pretty like a very pretty...fish."
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2007 13:06:36 GMT -5
*Erik batted his eyes at her. Now he had eyelashes, it was much more effective, he thought. Hmm, lashes.*
"Of course you think I'm pretty. You were always pretty, though. No fairy godfrogger for you."
*He reached out and pulled Giry down on the cushions with him.*
"Would you like to be a fish with me, my little minnow? Or are you the graceful heron who snatches me up while I'm not looking, eh?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 13:15:16 GMT -5
*Vianne grinned as she rested her head on his shoulder, colours swirling before her eyes as the smoke grew thick in the room.*
"I would eat you for supper--were you not so tough."
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2007 13:53:13 GMT -5
"But I'm soft as a sponge!" *Erik protested. Hmm. Not all of him, it seemed.* "Soft as a pancake. Or is that flat? I can't be bothered, so I won't. What a lovely, lovely day. I saw the sky today, you know; she smiled like she knew me, though it's been a long long time. Do you think she recognized me? When she said she didn't love me still?
"You know me, don't you, Vianne. Madame. What plumage! What grace! What--whoops."
*Reaching for the pipe, he'd slipped the rest of the way off the dais, landing him half on Vianne. He sniffed her and then nibbled lightly on her earlobe.*
"You are not so tough, I think."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 13:57:11 GMT -5
"I am a delicate creature, I think," *she said solemnly, giving the idea some serious thought as she smoked the pipe happily.* "Just look at what pretty colours have I--like a butterfly!"
*She pulled up her nightgown to point out the purple and yellow bruises on her legs before glancing back up at Erik.*
"I once married a man with hair like yours." *she twirled a lock of it around her finger.* "Are you my husband?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2007 14:07:05 GMT -5
*Erik reached out gingerly to touch her bruises lightly. They were, indeed, very pretty.*
"Would you like me to be?" *he asked solemnly, looking up.* "I once married a girl--a real, living bride--but she ran off with a puppy. Did he bite? Did you come back, love?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 14:10:02 GMT -5
"'Twas no puppy, but a vicious dog! Only look--I still bleed!" *she touched one of the fresher cuts which had broken open again, drops of bright red blood sticking to her fingertips.* "I shall have to pay a call upon the dog catcher, presently," *she said darkly.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2007 14:21:26 GMT -5
*Erik licked the blood from her fingertips.*
"You smell good," *he said.* "Like death and flowers. Don't go just yet, love, stay with me. Aren't the stars brilliant? Cats come out at night, I think, to lick each others' wounds and plan revenge on the dogs. But cats do all sorts of things, too. And besides, when he comes back, he won't know you, for his scent will be gone."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 25, 2007 14:24:12 GMT -5
Megan watched leaned against the wall, her vision swimming.
"Ugh... I think I've been hit... by a terrible enchantment... or something..."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 14:27:11 GMT -5
*Erik licked the blood from her fingertips.* ((Gigantic neon-light sign flashing in my head along with grating siren going "THIS SHOULD NOT BE HOT!" Mira's right.)) *Vianne transferred her fingers to her own mouth. They were strange...moist and somehow delicious.* "I will smell like the ocean," *she decided, lying close to Erik for warmth.* "I will swim...and the waves will curl all around me...waves like hands...you see?" *She stroked his face, his neck, his shoulders.* "Do cats like to swim?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 14:28:04 GMT -5
((Damn. I've gotta go out for a few hours. Back later.))
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 25, 2007 14:29:10 GMT -5
"I think I want a kitty cat," Megan announced. "I had one, but she died..."
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Post by Erik on Jul 25, 2007 14:44:35 GMT -5
((Dude, Mira's right, but "moist and somehow delicious" is was more awful than "Erik licked the blood from her fingertips."))
"Jaguars, I think," *Erik mused, because he was a know-it-all even when he was stoned out of his mind. Facts were facts, after all, unless he made them up.* "When they're black they're panthers, you know. But it is too hot in here for cats or oceans--the ice caps will melt, and then where will we be, but underwater? Best to learn to swim now."
*He stood up shakily and pulled Giry bodily up next to him. Half supporting each other, Erik dragged her to Christine's room where he kicked the door shut--"Against the flood," he said--and flopped them both down on Christine's bed.*
"There. A raft to keep afloat; but we shall have to resort to cannibalism if we are to survive, my fish-cat-ocean queen."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jul 25, 2007 14:46:55 GMT -5
Megan, meanwhile, stumbled over to the organ and started to play the bass line from "Another One Bites the Dust".
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 18:30:33 GMT -5
((How many organs does Erik have, anyway? I mean, around the house?))
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