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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 25, 2007 18:33:02 GMT -5
((*re-reads the thread* Um...Megan's not still in the room, is she? If she is, I'll go back and delete all of high!Giry's posts.))
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 20:36:37 GMT -5
((I thought she'd left, but then she was still there, so I had Erik remove them. If you want to delete, I guess I can too.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 20:43:50 GMT -5
((...can I ignore them, Megan, and continue with the highness?))
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 20:46:49 GMT -5
((I had word from her that that's okay.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 20:51:57 GMT -5
"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." "Didn't I say you were too tough to eat?" *Vianne laughed and poked Erik in the ribs.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 21:01:37 GMT -5
"Then I suppose I shall have to eat you, Madame," *he said solemnly.* "That is, unless you object."
*He leaned in closer, entranced by her mysterious Madame Giryness.*
"Food very rarely answers back."
*He licked her nose.*
"Mmm. You has a flavor."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 21:06:57 GMT -5
((PICKL--oh, wait, I forgot High!Erik is Pickle Ruled by default.))
"LOL!"
"Surely only fools would make no protest at being eaten," *she said, nipping him on the nose.*
"Mmm. You has a nose."
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 21:15:19 GMT -5
*Erik giggled.*
"I do, don't I? How lovely for me. Now I may blow it, and make terrible puns, and taste my food when I eat it."
*He turned in profile.*
"Is it a nice nose? I can't see it from the side; is it everything a nose should be, or will you have to nibble some off?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 21:17:50 GMT -5
"It is a very fine nose, indeed."
*She tweaked it, then gasped a little as his face morphed into Percy's.*
"When did YOU get here?"
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 22:00:33 GMT -5
*Erik blinked. He'd conflated Vianne with Christine earlier in the evening, and her sudden intensity only exacerbated his confusion.*
"I've been here, my love. You left, but you're back, my sleek little seal."
*He gazed into her eyes.*
"Was it so very wrong to want you back?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 22:03:03 GMT -5
"You want me back?" *she asked with dumbfounded awe.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 22:07:04 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes widened. How could she ask such a thing? Didn't she know she was his life, his soul, his very being?*
"Don't you know I am your life?" *he asked.* "You came when I thought I was alone, floating all alone in the whale's belly."
*He grasped her arms.*
"Don't go away again," *he said intently.* "I couldn't bear it."
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Post by Irene on Jul 26, 2007 22:08:09 GMT -5
((Are you two an item now? Can Chris stop worrying?))
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Post by Erik on Jul 26, 2007 22:11:28 GMT -5
((Sorry, hon. Opium does funny things to Opera Ghosts. And ballet mistresses, apparently.
Your other boy's still available. The one we talked about.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 26, 2007 22:12:54 GMT -5
((They're very, very high. So, no.))
"I never meant to leave," *she said apologetically.* "I was taken away," *she sighed sadly.*
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