Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 30, 2008 23:21:08 GMT -5
*One hand rose, his fingertips drifting gently against her neck below one ear, a soft curl twining about his fingers like silk. She smelled like fine soap and flowers, felt warm and solid in his arms yet light as a feather, and the taste of her lips--
God, it was like nothing else in the world.*
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 30, 2008 23:26:02 GMT -5
*Her breath hitched, this time not because of hiccups or tears but because of the featherlight touch of his hand on her sensitive neck. Suddenly she was warm and safe and very probably making a horrible mistake but she couldn't bring herself to care. One small hand came up to rest at the nape of his neck, her delicate fingers in his hair.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 30, 2008 23:29:51 GMT -5
*Robbie pulled her closer, holding her tighter against his body, sighing lightly at the curves of her, all warm silk and skin as his lips parted against hers, blindly acting as pure desire dictated he must.*
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 30, 2008 23:33:18 GMT -5
*Her hands started to wander, to explore the fascinating planes and angles of his chest that was so unlike her own... but as always, her sense of propriety reared its head at exactly the wrong (or right, depending on one's perspective) moment. It took every ounce of willpower she posessed to pull away--but so she did, her eyes flying open (she hadn't been aware she'd closed them). She froze, unable to leave but unable to stay.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 30, 2008 23:35:25 GMT -5
*Robbie looked at her, his gaze blurred, swallowing hard.*
"...miss?" *he whispered.*
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 30, 2008 23:36:05 GMT -5
"I... I have to go..." *Her voice shook just a little as she took another step away.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 30, 2008 23:44:00 GMT -5
*Robbie's confusion was cut short by a flash of anger.*
Of course.
"Why?" *he demanded, some part of his senses still reeling.* "Ye started all this, miss. I was good enough fer ye t'other day, weren't I?"
*Though not exactly menacing, he managed to advance as she had retreated, trapping her in back of the stall, closing the distance she had created between their bodies.*
"Ye think ye c'n just tease a man any way ye like an' skip off about yer business when it please ye? What d'ye think I am, miss? I'm no monster--not like this duke o' yorn or whoever; I'll only take what's offered if it suits me...but why'd ye have t'--"
*He broke off, shaking his head.*
"Why'd'ye have t'use me feelin's as ye do?"
*He stared at her solemnly.*
"...does it make ye happy? Does it amuse ye when nothin' else will? Tyin' a man up in knots an' laughin' t'watch as he c'n only snare 'imself further?"
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Oct 1, 2008 9:17:07 GMT -5
*She backed against the wall, clutching to it as if she might break through and escape. What he said didn't register--the only emotion on her face was helpless confusion. She blinked, too shocked to do much else. And though he wasn't menacing, he was still a lot larger than she was and being backed against a wall against one's will didn't do much for already-frayed nerves.*
"W-what are you talking about?" *Her voice only trembled a tiny bit as she asked, honestly baffled and a little bit nervous.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Oct 1, 2008 11:50:06 GMT -5
"Forget it," *Robbie hissed, glaring at her, hurt mingling with the bright anger in his eyes. He shook his head, backing away, leaving the stall.*
"Forget me."
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Oct 1, 2008 12:49:07 GMT -5
*Johanna was still confused and now she was hurt--what had she done? She stood there for a second before picking up her skirts and rushing out of the stall, passing him as she made her way toward the stable door and beyond that the house. She walked with a little more force than necessary, perhaps trying to keep herself from breaking down again.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Oct 3, 2008 11:52:01 GMT -5
*Robbie turned the other way and fairly ran back to his room, feeling the walls of the stable--and his fate as a stableboy--inexorably closing in on him.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Oct 6, 2008 16:07:21 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Robbie wore a heavy, rough woolen garment over his usual work clothes--the day had an icy bite to the air and soft snow fell gently outside the open stable doors. Inside, the horses were warm enough, gathered close and still together, but as the stablehands moved indoors and out upon errands, their breath fogged against the harsh air, and exposed hands and ears turned red with cold.*
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Oct 6, 2008 16:41:18 GMT -5
*Later, when the sun was down, Johanna was on a walk. But this night, she wasn't alone. Gustave du Pont, Viscount Lambert, accompanied her, having been invited to dinner by her family and then requesting a walk in the gentle snow by moonlight. Her parents knew Johanna wasn't stupid enough to let anything happen, but to doubly reassure them, Gustave appeared to be a most respectable and honorable young gentleman.*
*Except appearances were not all they seemed. He had steered her away, towards the stables, where he knew there wouldn't be people hanging about at night. She was just beginning to hope that they'd turn back when he requested they go into the stables. Though it was not a normal place for someone to want to see, and she knew that something was up, perhaps she could slip away if he tried anything.*
*It was once he'd forcibly dragged her into the tack room that she realized that was much easier said than done.*
"You know, Johanna, most girls would be flattered to be receiving my attentions." *He said, leaning close to her ear as he spoke. She was silent.* "Aren't you you going to talk? You've barely said a word all night."
"Could we please go back to the house?"
"Oh, I don't think we'll be going back anytime soon."
"There's nothing more to see here."
*But he only chuckled darkly, pushing her against the wall.*
"Oh, I think there's plenty to see."
*Her eyes widened, and she tried to push him away.* "No, please don't..."
*But he was pulling off his belt with one hand and keeping her in place with the other as he claimed her mouth with his lips, which smelt of too much wine. She beat her fists against his chest, and pushed with all her (negligible) might, but to on avail. Essentially, she was screwed. He was far larger than she was, in width and height, and heavy enough that she knew struggling would be useless.*
*All she could do was clutch at the wall and hope it was over soon, to numb herself.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Oct 6, 2008 16:50:36 GMT -5
*Out of the darkness, the whiplash of a leather bridle snaked around the Viscount's throat, and a pair of strong arms hauled backwards, crushing the man's windpipe. Robbie easily threw the man to the flagstones and landed a solid kick to his ribs before he straddled the writhing nobleman, who was gasping for air even as he grunted with pain. Robbie landed several hits in the interval, and shook him by his lapels, coming dangerously close to dashing the man's precious little brain across the stones.*
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Oct 6, 2008 16:55:58 GMT -5
((Just NPC Vicomte Whatever because I'm shit at fight scenes and I don't have the energy))
*Johanna couldn't see in the darkness who it was that had pulled the man off of her. But suddenly nobody was on her and she was still frozen to the wall and couldn't move.*
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