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+Rotting Lunacy+ It was a simple, immediate reaction that her eyes turned to watch him when he began to speak. And she did not look away, even when the pain in them was swallowed whole by a new one, which she was certain would give away a little more sense of her vulnerability, her fragility---guilt, loneliness, fear... When his eyes turned skyward, when he strayed from the issue, she moved towards him automatically, closing her fingers very tentatively---delicately---over his own. "Don't run," she said softly, a scrap of a whisper that no one but him could have heard, "Please." Of all he had said since night had fallen, she feared most the things that he was saying only in his head while he spoke. As a result, there was only one thing she could think to say. "Please, don't run. I love you...please don't leave me." Somehow, inconceivably, she kept herself calm, if not desolate.
He looked at her, and was surprised--shocked--to see her cold expression had changed. Something that he had never before seen on Antha's face. Afraid. Vulnerable. Young. She was so young. On impulse, he closed his fingers around her and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms gratefully around her, feeling that tide of loyalty and--what else could he call it but, yes, love--rise in his chest. "I'm not going to leave you," he whispered fiercely. "I promise."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 5:59 pm
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"Good." She nearly breathed the word, putting so much emotion into the one little utterance that one could not be picked singularly out. Her fingers clutched loosely at his shirt and her eyes went soft as she touched her forehead to his shoulder almost hesitantly. Almost. She paused to notice that even to her own knowledge, she had never looked so...human. And---quickly, quietly---the pressure lessened from her chest, allowing her a little more room to breathe. Of course it was still there, trying to choke her it seemed, but the difference was significant enough to make her ponder it. Somewhere out past the trees, beyond the path, she heard the music stop and the clapping begin. She heard the amplification of Nicholas's voice, the smooth flow of his French accent when he bid his audience farewell until the next night that they crossed paths. It was all she needed to invoke the single-minded determination that had earlier possessed her. "I have to talk to Nicholas," she said softly, her mind crossing the distance and seeking him out. Nicholas, God of the stage---he was not hard to find. And, as if she needed more encouragement, her name was called over that same distance in a hollow, voiceless invitation.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 3:50 pm
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+Rotting Lunacy+ "Good." She nearly breathed the word, putting so much emotion into the one little utterance that one could not be picked singularly out. Her fingers clutched loosely at his shirt and her eyes went soft as she touched her forehead to his shoulder almost hesitantly. Almost. She paused to notice that even to her own knowledge, she had never looked so...human. And---quickly, quietly---the pressure lessened from her chest, allowing her a little more room to breathe. Of course it was still there, trying to choke her it seemed, but the difference was significant enough to make her ponder it. Somewhere out past the trees, beyond the path, she heard the music stop and the clapping begin. She heard the amplification of Nicholas's voice, the smooth flow of his French accent when he bid his audience farewell until the next night that they crossed paths. It was all she needed to invoke the single-minded determination that had earlier possessed her. "I have to talk to Nicholas," she said softly, her mind crossing the distance and seeking him out. Nicholas, God of the stage---he was not hard to find. And, as if she needed more encouragement, her name was called over that same distance in a hollow, voiceless invitation.
"I will accompany you." That was all that he felt need be said, although she likely took it for granted by now--like a courteous date escorting her to her door. He slid a hand over hers, his broad, long-fingered palms eclipsing her smaller hands, as he linked his fingers loosely with hers. He had noticed how her expression had shifted, smoothed and changed. From the impassioned woman in a girl's body, something had changed, and briefly she had fit herself. There wasn't quite any way to explain it. Vikteren thought, in that instant, that she was more beautiful than she had ever been.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 7:52 am
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Antha's eyes narrowed, putting a wall up to block Nicholas. Be quiet! she hissed at him, her fingers tightening almost nervously around Vikteren's as she started for the big tent. When they arrived, she let go completely, twirling around to face him. "I think it best if I go in alone," she said softly, her eyes set carefully upon his, "Nicholas is...hard to manage, I suppose." She let it trail off there---let him make of it what he wanted---and vanished into the tent where, though so many performers had been buzzing around it only hours ago, waiting for their part, Nicholas stood alone, watching the canvas that shielded the stage. Something like a switch flipped inside of Antha, and the witch was herself again to anyone who paid attention. "What's going on in your carnival, Nicholas?" She made it a threat, her voice all whispers and menace, one which he could not ignore. She went to touch his hand, a light brush of fingers, and showed him what she had seen. From the expression on her face, there was no need to tell him that she was angry.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 4:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 5:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 5:57 pm
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"Oh, stop it!" she hissed at him as she darted back into the tent, glaring at him as she moved, "You do not belong to a master anymore, Nicholas. If anything, you are master to those you have brought together here. I am dominant, but it's too much a waste of energy trying to control you." She was silent for several long moments, pacing a small circle around him. "I've warned you to keep a better eye on what goes on around these grounds. Now, I'm threatening you. You're in Osiris City now, Nicholas, not some human-run town where you're the scariest thing in the county. You have to watch your territory and if you don't, I'll have it taken from you. Whatever that man was, it was not good. I want nothing more of the like here. David, Khayman, and I allowed you into our city because you assured us you could handle whatever came along with you. Handle it, Nicholas." The last sentence was her most commanding threat yet, and she stopped before him, eyes glassy and focused while they pried into his to emphasize the threat. Absently, somewhere in the back of her head, she began to wonder if Vikteren was listening to her words from the other side of the canvas. A smaller part of her worried that he was.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:09 pm
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"No one is like Uncle Louis," she said quickly, her voice lowered to a whisper, "No one could be, no matter how much they may wish it so." She gave a quiet sigh, a mere whisper of breath, her mind reaching out to Vikteren and bidding him inside, into their company. One by one she pulled the buttons of her frock coat loose, letting the lacy black ruffles of her dress spill out. Only it remained untouched by the long branches in the forest, sullied by the ground where she had fallen. "I'm quite afraid some of this damage can never be mended," she remarked passively of the coat that had been a gift from Nicholas. She did a little twirl before the mirror, making the shadows flicker and dance around her, before she took a step closer to examine her face. A few faint smudges of dirt on her cheeks, a line or two of blood where she had let her fingers trail across her skin. Her scarlet curls were a mild mess, but the thick eyeliner circling her eyes and mascara coating her lashes was as perfect as when she had left the house and the Mayfair emerald hanging about her neck was, as always, untouched. "You know, he used to tell me that it didn't matter if I was beautiful by nature. He said a proper lady had to take care of her appearance, from her clothes to her hair to her make-up, and take pride in herself if she wished to be called beautiful. Personally, I feel costumed." She flashed a faint smile---weary with nostalgia---and ran her fingers carefully over the emerald, clutching it in her hand like a charm she wished to invoke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:31 pm
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+Rotting Lunacy+ "No one is like Uncle Louis," she said quickly, her voice lowered to a whisper, "No one could be, no matter how much they may wish it so." She gave a quiet sigh, a mere whisper of breath, her mind reaching out to Vikteren and bidding him inside, into their company. One by one she pulled the buttons of her frock coat loose, letting the lacy black ruffles of her dress spill out. Only it remained untouched by the long branches in the forest, sullied by the ground where she had fallen. "I'm quite afraid some of this damage can never be mended," she remarked passively of the coat that had been a gift from Nicholas. She did a little twirl before the mirror, making the shadows flicker and dance around her, before she took a step closer to examine her face. A few faint smudges of dirt on her cheeks, a line or two of blood where she had let her fingers trail across her skin. Her scarlet curls were a mild mess, but the thick eyeliner circling her eyes and mascara coating her lashes was as perfect as when she had left the house and the Mayfair emerald hanging about her neck was, as always, untouched. "You know, he used to tell me that it didn't matter if I was beautiful by nature. He said a proper lady had to take care of her appearance, from her clothes to her hair to her make-up, and take pride in herself if she wished to be called beautiful. Personally, I feel costumed." She flashed a faint smile---weary with nostalgia---and ran her fingers carefully over the emerald, clutching it in her hand like a charm she wished to invoke.
He pushed aside the heavy canvas flap, the parting low enough that he had to duck his head to enter. The vampire's face was carefully closed-off, an immaculate alabaster death-mask. But the lack of expression did not make it peaceful; the gaze that fell on Nicholas was heavy as lead, almost as poisonous. He straightened his cuffs, over those fading purple-and-yellow bruises, as deliberately as a human might gird for war; the same sort of cool preparation apparent in each movement. In the brief moment that he lowered his eyes, he sent Nicholas a message. It had no words, but it could not have been any more effective if he had written a page-long monologue. And it was clearly a warning. He raised his eyes again, passing over Nicholas as though he was not there, and turned to Antha. "Are we done here?"
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