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Post by Raziel on Nov 27, 2009 14:49:47 GMT -5
Answering in kind, he helped her along, trying to discard as much of the clothing barrier between them as he could without breaking contact too much--a challenge, but a welcome one.
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Post by Brandi on Nov 27, 2009 15:22:50 GMT -5
((*is ded with the hotness* Does he have a first name?))
*Finally, nothing left between them, she pressed her skin hotly against his.*
"Help me forget..." *She begged in a hurried whisper, shoving him back on the bed.* "Make me..." *She wasn't about to waste anymore time on words. There wasn't enough left to worry about anything but his flesh, his touch and that sublime place they could be together.*
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Post by Raziel on Nov 29, 2009 1:21:28 GMT -5
((Not yet. But I'm definitely brainstorming one. ^__^))
"I'll forget with you..."
As it was with her, it was the same for him--past words now, nothing more than the moment, the two of them, for now only the two of them, and this final moment together...
**FADE-OUT**
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Post by Brandi on Nov 29, 2009 7:20:32 GMT -5
((Cool beans. Just let me know.))
***FADE IN***
*Sated and heavy, she rested draped over him, unashamed of the nudity they shared. She murmured softly against the skin of his chest.*
"I love you...and I will carry that love with me..." *Her eyes were getting heavy as she nuzzled against him. There was a peace the act had suffused her with, a calm that would not be disturbed. At least until the first light of dawn.*
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Post by Raziel on Nov 30, 2009 15:18:14 GMT -5
((I'm thinking Jonathan...John for short))
He held her in his arms, in a manner that was both protective and clinging. Not wanting to let go.
"I will carry that love with me, too...always."
Lethargy was creeping in, though he tried to stay awake against it. To stay alert in case trouble appeared too soon.
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Post by Brandi on Nov 30, 2009 15:23:12 GMT -5
*She wasn't as diligent however and quickly sleep overtook her. She settled peacefully against him, her breath slow and even. Though as it deepened, strange markings began to appear on her skin. With each breath, they raised, like welts in patterns across her arms and collarbone. They remained pale (if slightly pink) and did not seem irritated.*
((Jonathan is awesome.))
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Post by Raziel on Nov 30, 2009 23:51:41 GMT -5
Eventually he, too, slid into sleep, though as his eyes fluttered closed one more time, he could almost swear that he saw strange markings on her...but no, that had to be his imagination...
And then, he was asleep.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 1, 2009 10:28:14 GMT -5
*Not long after, she inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering in waking. She blinked, her eyes iridescent blue like cut crystal. There was a quiet moment of processing, realizing that there was another in the bed and that there were gross amounts of nudity. On instinct, the back of her left hand came down hard on his slumbering face.*
"How dare you!" *She hissed, though her voice was definitely not hers. Speaking fluent French, it was spat out breathily and most distinctly masculine. A voice that would have been seductively hypnotic if it had been absent of rage.
Giving her bedmate no time for recourse, she was out of bed with a bizarre urgency. A man's black silk shirt was in her hand where one had not been only moments before and she drew it on with a deft and practiced grace, hurrying to cover the pale skin whose front was a canvas to many mystic words and markings. Even so, they crawled over the front of her legs as well.*
"The insolence..." *The foreign voice commented harshly, turned from the bed as her fingers worked.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 1, 2009 17:24:47 GMT -5
"Argh...ow!" Cried Bartlett, who rolled over with one hand to the side of his face.
"What the blazes...?!"
Bartlett, however, melted away, leaving a rather confused individual behind who for the moment couldn't recall who he was or where he was.
"Um...I don't...what happened...?"
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Post by Brandi on Dec 1, 2009 18:07:24 GMT -5
((Well played, sir.))
*There was a breathy scoff as she pulled up some finely cut trousers and buckled them in haste.*
"What happened..." *The voice purred out of her lips.* "Is you are most unwelcome."
*The very thought that he had been naked with...it turned his stomach. The rest...it was too complicated to process at the moment. But that hardly meant that he was going to put up with a naked man in his bed. He turned gracefully on his toe to face the nude man in disgust, eyes burning coldly at him.*
"Get out." *The command, while soft, did not lack in threat. His eyes narrowed and he could feel cool metal in his hand.*
"I should have your eyes for such a thing."
((Yes, sue!me is still girl shaped, it's just the personality that's male. Well, and the voice. Let me know if anything needs clarification.))
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Post by Raziel on Dec 2, 2009 0:14:38 GMT -5
(( ...and okie-doke.)) He'd by now gotten out of the bed and started pulling his clothes together, still trying to sort out the fuzziness in his head. What the hell had happened? Heck, what was going on here? "I don't remember a damned thing, but yes, I'm going." He said confusedly. It wasn't until he standing, mostly dressed, that it sunk that the man's voice was coming from a woman. "Er...right. I'll...just...be off..." Now for some reason recalling standing in an arena dressed in archaic armor, he shook his head to clear it, heading for the door.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 2, 2009 10:04:42 GMT -5
*Uriel didn't remember either, but somehow he was thankful for that. He'd get this all sorted out when the offensive man was gone and he could collect himself. It was too much, even for him. It made him sick. Then he realized that was a rather literal observation. He felt dizzy, staggering forward for a moment and steadying himself on the bed, trying to keep his resolve. Even as he thought he was recovering, a new wave washed over him and he fell to the floor in front of the man before he could get to the door, the manifested stiletto falling to the carpet with a soft thud.
Her body started to convulse and twitch.*
"Stop it..." *Brandi strained in her own voice, eyes rolling, their color swimming in unnatural pools.* "You....can't..." *She struggled, her body contorting.*
"Please..." *She whimpered.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 2, 2009 15:09:37 GMT -5
The man froze at the door, and when it came through that it was Brandi there, whatever fog had fallen over his mind flew away and he was once again Raziel.
Moving fast, he was at her side in an instant, trying to steady her both physically and mentally. He hadn't used his abilities much, not in the time he'd spent here in Paris, and he was a bit rusty at them, but they would be effective in some way of bolstering Brandi's own abilities. To help her fight off what was affecting her.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 2, 2009 19:01:23 GMT -5
*She calmed at his touch, her spasms reduced to twitching before calming. Brandi did what she could to slow her breath, blinking as she regained her own senses. Things seemed to be back as the had started, save for the change of location and garments. She swallowed, lifting her hand to her head slowly, her brow creasing in question.*
"Raziel?" *Her mind was cluttered with an overabundance of information at the moment and she was trying to make it all fit. But right now, it was pretty hazy.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 2, 2009 22:05:20 GMT -5
"Yes. Are you all right? I'm not sure what happened, but..."
He was remembering things, but the problem with the memory was that he couldn't quite tell if the scene with Jeanne and Bartlett was a memory or...something else.
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