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Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Jul 22, 2007 20:16:03 GMT -5
I stood, my hardness almost a handicap, and a curse escaped me under my breath. I walked about the room, waiting for it to deflate, and her anger helped, grounding me into something else.
I turned to look at her, and she was a figure of misery, and my desire left me completely, replaced by worry, and I stalked to the bed.
"Seraph, you are going to be sick," I said softly.
I strode to the door, calling for a basin, and got it ready. I looked at her, and asked, "If you tell me to leave again, I will, but the maids will tend to you instead. Is that what you want?"
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Séraphin de Lorean (R)
Retired
Marquise de Lorean- Former Gentian Adept
Widow of Sebastien de Lorean. Daughter of Severin de Lorean and Magdalene n? Gentian
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Post by Séraphin de Lorean (R) on Jul 22, 2007 20:22:12 GMT -5
"I'll be fine Sebastien," I said closing my eyes. "You've done enough, no go away." I wanted him to leave so that I could cry, though half of me wished he would stay.
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Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Jul 23, 2007 15:31:03 GMT -5
I grunted, recognizing her tone, but I told her I would leave if she told me to again, and so without a word, I strode off and out of the room, my own frustration getting the best of me.
I stood by the door an instant, waiting to here her call me back. All she had to do was say one word, one... and I would be back inside, cradling her to sleep.
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Séraphin de Lorean (R)
Retired
Marquise de Lorean- Former Gentian Adept
Widow of Sebastien de Lorean. Daughter of Severin de Lorean and Magdalene n? Gentian
Posts: 560
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Post by Séraphin de Lorean (R) on Jul 24, 2007 0:13:22 GMT -5
I couldn't help it, the moment the door clicked behind Sebastien I let loose with a flow of tears. Thoughts and feelings flooded me and I couldn't understand anything that I began to think.
It wasn't long before I felt the crying take me, and the mix of crying and alcohol made sleep almost instantly.
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Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Jul 24, 2007 0:31:48 GMT -5
Seraphin was crying, and the sound of her sobs through the door undid me. My weight crashed against the wall, and slowly, my knees gave, until I was on the floor, my forehead pressing against my knees, and I felt a tear leave my eye.
I wanted her, I loved her, and she tortured me, showed me all that she was, all her beauty and all her sensuality, and I could not take her, not without risking the utmost of her hatred, not without maybe losing her forever.
I was full of self-loathing, and barely reacted when the servants took me to my own quarters, though I gave strict orders that I be awakened, should Seraphin wake, or stir, or call. I was hers - all she had to do was say she wanted me.
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