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Post by Irene on Oct 23, 2008 13:01:31 GMT -5
*She needed him- the closeness, the warmth, something to stop her from feeling dead. Just as he had once suffered under the fear toxin, her own change made it impossible to step away, no matter the hurt it caused her.
Holding him close, she ran her hands down his back, her own body shaking*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 23, 2008 14:19:48 GMT -5
Holmes trembled under her touch, fear and lust and loathing all at once and impossible to sort out. But both of them were out of their heads.
"Please," he moaned. "Do what you like with me, Irene. I am yours."
Thus the mighty had fallen, begging for a scrap of love or hate just so long as it made its mark.
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Post by Irene on Oct 23, 2008 14:43:22 GMT -5
*It wasn't only Holmes who had fallen- Irene had all but forgotten the time in her life when she was in control of her own fate. She should have made him kill her as soon as she was bitten, but now they were both trapped.
She kissed him again, trying to make herself forget as she used to be able to, but that power was gone.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 23, 2008 18:04:21 GMT -5
He groaned under her hands, but there was no longer any way to tell whether it was in pleasure or pain. It was all one, and all inexorable.
He wanted her to stop, but thought he'd die if she did. And that, part of him realized, would be a blessing.
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Post by Irene on Oct 23, 2008 19:18:47 GMT -5
*She closed her eyes, allowing her body to respond and desperately trying to black out the images from before. Immerse herself in sensation, block out everything else...she hoped.*
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 27, 2008 11:03:44 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
Holmes came to himself with tears in his eyes, his body satisfied and spent as well as weakened from blood loss. Altogether he felt feverish and ill and yet, unaccountably, satisfied. Perhaps it was the satisfaction of his lust, or perhaps he was, instead, aware of the punishment he deserved and grateful for its delivery, in however roundabout a manner.
He had been so careful not to touch her.
Now the last few minutes layered uneasily over the memory of the last time, too early to tell whether the effect was erasure or palimpsest. He could only breath, eyes shut with an arm over them, and long for the days when he had craved only the needle for in those days he had only hurt himself.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Oct 31, 2008 12:44:33 GMT -5
**NEW DAY, AFTER HALLOWEEN BALL**
Holmes was drawn and weary when he came back from his confrontation with Destler and Castro. Even more weary than he had been. Had he even eaten since Irene had...? They'd barely spoken.
He leaned against the closed door, as if reluctant to truly enter the apartment.
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Post by Irene on Nov 2, 2008 20:21:45 GMT -5
Irene had shut herself away, and had hung a heavy blanket over the lace curtains covering the window. Ever since the night when she had fed, sunlight had been more of a problem.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2008 20:27:34 GMT -5
It took Holmes a moment to adjust to the dim light before he went over and lit one lamp. Irene was not there--but it was likely she was in her room.
"Irene?" he called gently outside her door. "I have somethingIwish to say to you."
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Post by Irene on Nov 2, 2008 20:30:15 GMT -5
"The door's open."
Irene did not move to greet him, but remained crouched on the floor, where she had spread out the music for her part in the opera. She had been over it at least twenty times already, but she wouldn't let herself stop.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2008 20:35:00 GMT -5
She wouldn't look at him. He couldn't tell if this was because of the other night, or merely the same as before. Even he could not predict the results of their ill-considered relations.
But he knew something now he had not before.
"Irene,” he murmured. She stared fixedly at the music, and he wasn't sure if she was even seeing it. "We cannot go on like this."
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Post by Irene on Nov 2, 2008 20:38:39 GMT -5
"I know."
Still avoiding his eyes, she gathered up her papers.
"I need to leave."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 3, 2008 12:58:56 GMT -5
"That's not what I said," he said, not moving from his place near the door. "Please, hear me out--and then you may leave, whenever you wish. I've been letting events dictate my actions. I've been allowing circumstance to lead my life in a way I never have before. Something was wrong with me when we began our affair, Irene. I was not myself. I do not believe I have been myself for some time.
"But I cannot bring myself to regret you. You have shown me something I did not realize existed in the world; something other than work. Perhaps I allowed my emotions too free rein over me, but they were not in frequent use and I fear ran somewhat wild. I realize that it is too late for us; that we have allowed circumstances to beat us into shapes which can no longer fit together. But it does not follow that I want to leave things as they are. I still love you, Irene. As much as I have hurt you, and as much as you must loathe the sight of me, what I regret most is allowing that man to dictate the course of my life and my feelings towards you. I took no part in that act, and it is my own weakness I abhor.
"What I want to ask you, now, is whether you love me. And, if you do, whether you can forgive me for wearing the face of your attacker. I need you to talk to me. If you wish, we will part and live our lives to the best of our abilities. But I want the choice to be ours--not his. Not circumstance's."
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Post by Irene on Nov 4, 2008 10:05:35 GMT -5
Irene finally looked at him, thinking not of what Destler had done but of the man who had given up his life for her. Whatever danger they posed to each other, she knew how she felt.
"I'm afraid for your safety if you stay with me. But I love you, and nothing has changed that."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 4, 2008 10:21:28 GMT -5
Holmes smiled briefly, a flash of animation on his ascetic features.
"Then I am not afraid," he said. "Nor will I be afraid of Destler. Or of my love for you. Any longer."
He took a step closer, and then dropped to his knees to be on her level. "I'll still go, if you want me to."
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