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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:30:11 GMT -5
"Will you permit me to kiss you before you leave?" he asked, his voice hollow.
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:31:05 GMT -5
She turned her face up to him.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:34:12 GMT -5
He seized her around the upper arms with a familiar roughness and pulled her toward him, leaning to crush his mouth against hers. His grip tightened, though it seemed more urgent than sadistic.
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:37:00 GMT -5
That knocked the wind out of her. She had expected something very chaste as he had seemed deflated and fatigued, but-
She was unable to move in any sort of way as to touch him - he held her too tightly, it even hurt - but she returned the kiss, trying to keep up with the shifting of his mood and desires.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:39:31 GMT -5
After a moment, he released her, looking dazed and unfocused.
"Thank you," he said, in a strained voice that would have been breathless if he had to breathe.
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:40:37 GMT -5
She looked disheveled, even though he had barely touched her. She struggled to collect herself.
In a daze she picked up on one thing he had already said and finally frowned.
"Wait, where has Herbert gone?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:44:33 GMT -5
"I know not of that. I have tried to contact him but he abandoned his telephone when he left," Johannes sighed. "I despair of ever seeing him again."
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:47:16 GMT -5
She sighed and cupped her hand over her forehead. "Okay, what happened."
She pictured a fight after Herbert threw a house party he hadn't cleared with his father first or something.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:52:06 GMT -5
"Herbert is very fragile, you must understand," Johannes began, stepping into the filthy sitting room. "Our kind are in a precarious position. I believed that there might habe been safety in numbers... he brought me mortals."
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:54:52 GMT -5
"You realize how this sounds-"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 19:56:15 GMT -5
"I was not angry with him, if that's what you believe."
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 19:58:56 GMT -5
"I mean when you say he brought you mortals-"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 20:00:59 GMT -5
"To a party? My dear, the purpose was to create greater unity among our kind to shield the weak, not entertain Gothic youths."
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Post by Teja on Oct 17, 2016 20:02:26 GMT -5
She was flooded with relief. She thought he'd meant he was.... recruiting.
"And if you were not angry, then why... why is this place a mess and your son gone?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Oct 17, 2016 20:04:48 GMT -5
"He is... a gentle, sensitive youth," Johannes said grimly.
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