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Post by Armand on Aug 10, 2008 11:21:53 GMT -5
The mortal was nearly in hysterics. Despite himself, Armand was a little surprised. What a fragile mind this one had.
Armand leaned closer, then smiled up at her, a sly, secretive smile. His eyes went slitted and cruel. "'Til another night, then," he whispered, and disappeared.
The window burst in a shower of glass and rain, the wind howling into Maria's room like an animal uncaged.
Armand was gone.
*OUTSIDE*
Armand crouched under the eaves of the castle and sulked, waiting for the cuts from the glass to heal. Now he would be wet again. He'd have to find someplace else to go, where he wouldn't have to play so foolishly.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 10, 2008 11:32:04 GMT -5
*Maria was finally left alone in the room. With her face white as a sheet and her body trembling like a leaf, she looked at the shattered glass on the floor. A cold wind was blowing through her room, making her hair wave, and her white night gown to rustle. The wind blew out her candle, and the room was in darkness once more.
Maria sank down to the floor, bursting into tears. The wind carried the sound of her helpless crying through the window and out in the dark night.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 10:12:33 GMT -5
*William woke slowly, groggy from the wine he'd had. He rolled over in the bed, reaching for the warm body he'd fallen asleep next to, but...the bed was empty. Well, that wasn't that unexpected for a whore, but still...it would be better if she'd been there to...comfort him. Speaking of which, there was a sound growing in his ears, a woman crying. That didn't sound at all right. He peeked around the room. It was pretty dark. He rubbed his head, rolling onto his back lethargically.*
"What is it? Has something happened?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 10:17:47 GMT -5
*María looked up, her face still wet with tears. Her eyes were red from crying, and her body was shaking violently. It was clear that this was a girl that had endured more than a young human girl her age could take.*
"W-who are y-you? A-and w-what are y-you d-doing h-here?"
*Her face was white, and her lips were trembling.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 10:30:20 GMT -5
*Will quirked a brow.*
"I suppose that I am here for the same reason that any man is..."
*He chuckled. That was to say, there were only so many reasons to be in a brothel. He grinned carelessly, half-draped off the bed.*
"Will. And you, sweet thing? What's happened? Patron roughed you up? Called you something nasty? Come sit with me...I'll comfort you..."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 10:36:18 GMT -5
*María looked up at him and wiped off her tears. Then she stood up, still feeling a bit shaky.*
"I am Duchess María Sheila de Lefévre. I was recently attacked by a man who forced himself into my b-bedroom..."
*She sat down on the bed, still trembling from the shock.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 10:38:35 GMT -5
"Ah then...I am game at that sport."
*Will patted the bed.*
"Come. I will hide you. Protect you and...comfort you."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 10:42:25 GMT -5
*María was still a child at heart, shielded from the world by her parents and servants, and knew absolutely nothing about men.*
"Sport?"
*She asked in childlike wonder as she moved further up in the bed, still sitting.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 10:52:07 GMT -5
"Mmm..." *Will purred, contented by the smell of her.*
"Sport. Game. Whatever it is that you like to call it. Scenario...our own...private play."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 10:54:16 GMT -5
*María arched her eyebrow and looked at him.*
"Sport? But....."
*She looked around in the little bedroom. It was hardly big enough to be used as a tennis court.*
"But this is a bedroom!"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 10:57:11 GMT -5
"Well..." *Will arched a brow.*
"That is the idea."
*He leaned forward impulsively, to steal a kiss. But there in lay the problem, his lips passing through hers effortlessly. He leaned back confused.*
"Oh, bloody hell."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 11:01:51 GMT -5
*Maria looked up in surprise when he passed right through her. She heard him curse, and since she was a religious Catholic girl, she crossed herself by the sound of the bad word.*
"Why are you using foul language? And what is wrong?"
*She still didn't understand what he had tried to do.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 11:10:36 GMT -5
"Looks like I lost my bloody body again's all."
*He frowned, shoving his hand into the drawers of the nightstand and under the bed.*
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 11, 2008 11:13:49 GMT -5
*María looked at him. She thought he meant bloody in the literal sense of the word.*
"I don't think you look bloody. I think you look..."
*She stopped herself from talking.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Aug 11, 2008 11:17:45 GMT -5
*Will looked up with a grin and a shake of his head.*
"You're a sweet thing. But I just need some more of that potion. The one that makes me all...solid."
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