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Post by Irene on Aug 26, 2008 9:43:47 GMT -5
"Yes, I think so. They clearly know a good deal, I just don't know how...effective they are. The old man was called Professor Abronsius, and there was a boy named Alfred who worked for him."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 26, 2008 10:19:47 GMT -5
Holmes nodded.
"I will see them. Perhaps... you should stay here."
He feared for her, and for her control. There was no telling what sort of hold the demon had on her at this point, and Holmes was toying with the idea of locking her up--but for the resonance that would have with his previous violation of her.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 27, 2008 10:19:38 GMT -5
((Did Irene have anything to say to that?))
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Post by Irene on Aug 27, 2008 21:20:35 GMT -5
((Yeah, sorry.))
*Irene closed her eyes*
"It's hard...I don't know how long I can control it."
*She turned from him, attempting to conceal a sudden surge of emotion*
"I think you should leave now. I don't want to risk...anything."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 28, 2008 0:05:20 GMT -5
Holmes' grey eyes darkened. You did this to her. No matter what part the monster played.
"Very well," he said. "If I might ask you not to leave these rooms while I am away." He paused. "Is there nothing I might procure for your relief? Momentarily, that is."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 14, 2008 9:19:42 GMT -5
**NEW DAY, AFTER SOME FAUST REHEARSAL**
Holmes unlocked the door. The near-constant contact with Irene, with the attendant combination of longing, self-hatred, and worry, was taking its toll. But he would not express it, no matter how haggard he might seem or how often he forget to eat.
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Post by Irene on Oct 21, 2008 12:37:12 GMT -5
*The night had come, and she was hungry for blood.
It was surprising how much it hurt to stay clean, as if she was missing a drug she'd never even taken. The opera had slowed things down, true- no time to think of hunger when you're trying to stay on key- but it couldn't go on indefinitely.
Strange...she couldn't even let herself do the one thing that would make her happy. It was rather ironic, she thought, that she'd started purposely extending her her problems, no matter the reason.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 21, 2008 12:55:10 GMT -5
Irene looked drawn.
"How are rehearsals?" Holmes asked neutrally, glancing out the window at the falling dusk. "Are you managing?"
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Post by Irene on Oct 21, 2008 13:58:40 GMT -5
"Yes...during the day."
*She turned to him, though she avoided looking directly at his face. Her breathing was measured, as she struggled to control herself.*
"I don't think it's good for you to be here in the night. For your sake."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 21, 2008 14:02:12 GMT -5
Holmes caught the subtle changes in her, the way she avoided his gaze. He reasoned it was only natural that she should not wish to look upon him--but this was different. "There has to be another way," he said. "Something I can do. Some way we can assuage this. I refuse to believe you are a slave to this imposed nature."
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Post by Irene on Oct 21, 2008 14:19:46 GMT -5
"I'll go out, find some small dog or sewer rat-"
*She couldn't help laughing harshly*
"I can't even believe what I'm saying. But there's this pain- as if I'll die if I don't drink."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 21, 2008 14:22:40 GMT -5
Holmes grimaced as if at her pain.
"I trust you, Irene," he said quietly. "But can you be certain the temptation would be satisfied with such activity? If that was so, I could buy blood at the butcher shop; I am certain they've had odder requests."
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Post by Irene on Oct 21, 2008 14:31:58 GMT -5
"I don't know. I don't suppose so...I need something. The very thought disgusts me, but I can't stop the craving. Maybe once I could have, but I'm not as strong as I once was. For god's sake, I'm not even the woman you fell in love with any more! Why feel a sense of duty towards me- why not just end my life now?"
*Even she seemed surprised by her sudden outburst.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 21, 2008 14:40:47 GMT -5
Holmes moved toward her instinctively.
"Because I don't believe that," he said gently. "Because I still see you, Irene. And because... because I'm part of what made you..." He trailed off. Self-recrimination did not help her. And Destler was waiting, somewhere, to take even this away from him. "Because I believe in fighting. And in you."
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Post by Irene on Oct 21, 2008 14:50:45 GMT -5
"No!"
*She moved back from him, her breathing growing sharper*
"I'm- I'm sorry...I might hurt you..."
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