Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 19:15:08 GMT -5
*He was very good at making situations awkward, but this time he managed to filter the story enough not to embarrass her. It had been what she'd needed at the time: that was his justification.*
"No, you didn't... embarrass me." *He assured her.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 19:33:51 GMT -5
"...alright..." *she picked at the ragged counterpane idly, avoiding looking up at him. The size of the room meant that his chair had been drawn quite close, and as he stood now next to her bed, she felt cold as the fever had left her, shivering a little.*
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Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 19:44:05 GMT -5
*It was second nature when she shivered and he stood to get the spare blanket. He was so accustomed to watching her behavior that his reactions were automatic--so much so that he only stopped when he was back at the bedside, about to drape the blanket over her shoulders.*
*Last time he'd done this, she'd been unconscious. Was it still alright?*
"You looked cold." *He said lamely, offering the blanket.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 19:46:47 GMT -5
*She stared up at him. His arms were practically around her, only just short of touching her. The warmth of his skin radiated heat against hers, and she fought the urge to shiver again, though this time she felt a soaring heat in her veins.*
"No...I mean yes...I mean--thank you." *She reached for the blanket, taking it from him.*
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Olivier
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 19:50:22 GMT -5
*He drew his arms back, looking at a very interesting spot on the wall.*
"I should have asked. It's just... automatic, now. I apologize." *He said, daring a look back down at her face and regretting it immediately, fighting the urge to take her in his arms again. Minus the hallucinations, because that was fucking weird.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 19:53:23 GMT -5
"No...no...I just..." *She gave a sheepish smile.* "No one's ever...done anything for me, before. I beg your pardon--you took me by surprise."
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 19:57:19 GMT -5
*He smiled lopsidedly at her, pleased she didn't think he was some sort of awful boor. He sat back in his chair (still at her bedside) and chuckled sheepishly.* "I've been 'doing things' for near on a week. If I wanted thanks I'd be out of luck, given you were unconscious." *He said, teasing lightly.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 19:58:10 GMT -5
*Carolina flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet and very nearly ducked under the bedclothes.*
"A week?" *she squeaked.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 19:59:49 GMT -5
"Four days!" *He blurted, turning beet red as well.* "I exaggerate everything. Bad habit. Only half a week. And I promise I didn't rifle through your things or do anything... untoward, or inappropriate, really I do..."
*Rambling. Smooth. He shut up, offering a slight, awkward smile.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 20:02:10 GMT -5
"I...I don't...have anything...to rifle..." *she stammered, fishing for something to fill the silence with. Feeling exhausted by the rush of speech, she lay back down, snuggling her lump of a pillow.*
"And I trust you," *she added softly.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 9, 2008 20:06:32 GMT -5
*It gave him a little thrill in the pit of his stomach to hear her say that. Oddly enough, he didn't think he'd ever heard it said to him. Suddenly, though, he stood.*
"You must be exhausted. I should go." *Though he didn't want to.*
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Post by Carolina on Dec 9, 2008 20:52:29 GMT -5
"...you could stay...just until I...fall asleep...I won't be long..." *she murmured wearily, her eyes closing.*
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Post by Olivier on Dec 10, 2008 10:06:45 GMT -5
*He paused.* "Someone should tell the house you're no longer ill." *He said softly. On a completely inexplicable impulse, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth--not a kiss on the lips, but not the cheek either.* "Sleep well." *He said, looking into her eyes after he had drawn back.* *And with that, face burning bright red and his heart pounding erratically, he left, closing the door behind him. *
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Post by Carolina on Dec 10, 2008 11:16:30 GMT -5
*Carolina lay still, her eyes closed until the door clicked softly shut behind Olivier.
That instant, her eyes flew open and a hot flush spread over her face and neck. She reached up and touched her lips hesitantly, brushing her fingertips against the spot his mouth had touched. It tingled, still, and the zinging warmth spread to her fingers as she absently rubbed at the spot.*
What on earth...?
*Still, her weariness had not been feigned, and so she quickly fell asleep afterward, no matter how a-whirl her mind and heart seemed to be.*
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Post by Carolina on Jan 1, 2009 17:23:52 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Late one night, Carolina sat on her cot, mending one of her stockings, humming softly to herself.*
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