Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 14:55:53 GMT -5
*Olivier moved his chair to his bedside (until now it had remained across the room) and took her hand between his, knowing he couldn't do much else.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 14:59:48 GMT -5
*Minutes, and then hours ticked by, until--
A single sigh of breath escaped her lips and she fell still. Very still. The flush of fever fled her cheek, leaving her pale and wasted, and her skin cooled until the touch of it was like ice.
--but was it the sleep of death, or the relief of a broken fever?
The answer came at last as a shuddering breath caused her chest to gently rise and fall with a smoother rhythm than it held last. Turning her cheek against the damp, hot pillow, she fell at last into a deeper, healing sleep.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 16:12:58 GMT -5
*It was then, exhausted, that Olivier let her hand slip from his as he fell asleep in his chair. It wasn't a heroic picture he made, but nonetheless, he was there.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 16:22:12 GMT -5
*Some time later, Carolina's eyes opened and strained even in the moonlight to decipher the shapes amidst the shadows in the small room. Too weak even to recoil, a small gasp escaped her as she discerned the dark figure of a man close by.*
"W--who's there?" *she whispered, her voice a dry rasp.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 16:29:56 GMT -5
*Senses straining for any sign of her awakening, even in sleep, he awoke after she spoke, though he didn't realize she'd done so. He blinked, shook his head, and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to shake away the stiffness he'd acquired over the past few days. Something had woken him up; he just wasn't sure what.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 16:34:18 GMT -5
*She blinked, her blurred vision refusing to clarify the specter as it moved.*
"Who is there[/i]?" *she repeated, terror clawing at her heart. Confused dreams of a cruel old woman still spun in her mind.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 16:37:25 GMT -5
*Surprised to hear her speak somewhat coherently, it took him a moment to respond.*
"Carolina?" *He asked, his voice soft but clearly male, as if to make sure she was lucid.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 16:41:03 GMT -5
*Carolina's eyes darted around frantically. She struggled to sit up, only to collapse back upon her bed, gasping for breath and closing her eyes as the room spun wildly.*
"Please...wh--who are you?"
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 16:43:27 GMT -5
"Don't--you're--you've just recovered from Spanish Influenza..."
*It seemed to have just hit him what a very odd situation this had to be. And if he didn't tell her now, another servant was bound to tell her--the whole staff had to know by now.*
"Olivier." *He finally answered, feeling awful that he'd taken such a liberty.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 16:50:11 GMT -5
"S...sir?" *she said wonderingly.* "Wh-what are you doing...here?"
*The effort of speaking drove her into a fit of coughing, the only respite from which was used to whisper a desperate plea for a drink of water.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 16:56:24 GMT -5
*He stood and poured the requested water, silently bringing it and holding it out for her. As he didn't know the answer to the first question in the first place, he didn't respond. He was still trying to figure that out himself.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 16:59:21 GMT -5
*Carolina took the glass and sipped the water, managing to half-sit up to swallow it, part of her wishing she could curl up in her sweat-soaked sheets and get back to dying if it meant that her master would stop looking at her in that way that made her feel ill in an entirely new fashion. Her stomach lurched, her heartbeat thumped out of time and heat prickled at the nape of her neck as she sat still under his scrutiny.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 17:10:01 GMT -5
"If you... I mean, that is, your fever broke; and you were delirious but then just unconscious, and the doctor said you weren't going to make it but you did..." *He realized he was talking in circles. Pushing a hand through his hair, he looked at the floor.* "I can go. Forgive me for being so..." *He searched for a word,* "forward."
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Post by Carolina on Dec 7, 2008 17:23:13 GMT -5
"...I...I am a servant in this house...your servant...I have no rights to taking offense from you, sir," *she said, meekly, her voice still faint. She raised her eyes to his face, managing to look at him steadily--so long as he was not looking back, she could counter it.*
"Colonel Brandon... --thank you..." *she whispered.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 7, 2008 17:33:46 GMT -5
"It wasn't... I didn't... I just didn't want you to be alone." *He said, still not looking at her.*
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