[EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)
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				Title: <strong>[EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 16:54:50</strong>
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				Thorn took a cab from the Philadelphia Airport to 2333 Black Horse Pike and after she closed the door and paid the driver, she turned to face her destination.&nbsp; The house had changed a bit from when she last saw it: new siding, new windows, even a new mailbox around which someone had planted mums.&nbsp; As her eyes focused on the front door she remembered the day it all started…<br><br><em>Thorn sat on the hard wooden chair while waiting for Blaze to come home from his errand.&nbsp; In her hands were a myriad of notes detailing the outcome of what seemed to be experiments.&nbsp; He was very adamant that she never go down into the basement and today she discovered why.<br><br>All around her were squirrels, mice, and even a raccoon whose intestines trailed behind from its anus, as it quickly walked across the hard cement floor.&nbsp; The bloated casing was covered in dirt and shards of broken glass and in pursuit was a chipmunk.&nbsp; Just as the rodent caught up with the makeshift pale sausage snack and the raccoon let out a pain-filled yelp, the door above opened.<br><br>A smile played on Thorn’s lips even when faced with the apparent anger of Blaze.&nbsp; As he quickly approached to permanently silence her, four words came out of her mouth in a slight whisper, “I want to watch.”</em><br><br>Thorn was unsure what Blaze’s reaction would be when he saw her on his doorstep, but right now that did not matter.&nbsp; She needed somewhere to stay…somewhere to forget about Sam.&nbsp; With determination, she raised her hand and knocked forcefully on his door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 22:52:57</strong>
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				Blaze groaned slightly as the first thoughts of consciousness invaded his mind. Was it really time to get up and face the day? Sighing, he stretched and rolled over, throwing back the covers and climbing to his feet. After a trip to the bathroom, he wandered downstairs into the kitchen, a daily routine. He stepped through the door. clicking on the button on the coffee machine. He turned on the TV as he walked buy, pausing to check the weather and few stocks he had interest in. It was always the same, sighing, he went to get his coffee, and to gaze out the window.<br><br>Red car, 6:24 AM, northwest to downtown, Ms. Jhonson and three kids going off to the day. 6 minutes later, the mailman, coming up the left side of the street.&nbsp; He turned back to get a&nbsp; glance at the temperature,&nbsp; and turned back, 6:36, Thorn standing, knocking at his door.<br><br>A pause. "Thorn?" he muttered under his breath, nearly dropping his cup with surprise. Smiling he walked towards the door, setting his cup down and reaching for the door handle. <br><br><em>Blaze moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around the first person who might actually make it out of his basement alive. He tilted her chin up, kissing her lush red lips softly, savoring her taste in his lips. Slowly, he ran his hand along her form, feeling her curves, he&nbsp; reached behind her, a sweep of his arm sending the remains of the animal experiment to the ground, a sloppy mess of fur, intestines and blood. Slowly, he lifted her on to the table,&nbsp; undoing her top shirt buttons and kissing freshly exposed skin.&nbsp; When the shirt was shed, he moved down to&nbsp; her skirt, stealing a trail of kisses along the exposed territory of her womanly flesh. He&nbsp; methodically worked away at the clasps of her undergarments, then his own clothing, a pile amasing on the Floor, he moved up on to the counter, his muscular form bearing down on top of her, he took her, hard passionate, a little clumsily for a first time, but she was his, first a friend, then a lab partner, now his lover. To have and to hold, for life eternal. </em><br><br><br>HE smiled, the fond memories coming back, the first of many couplings they had, as he reached for the door, pulling it open&nbsp; and gazing down at her, words stuck in his throat for something to say. Nothing seemed right, until on instinct, he pulled her close, enveloping her mouth with his, bringing her back into his arms and his life, a flare of passion erupting from the smoldering ashes&nbsp; she had burned down to in his heart over time.&nbsp; No words were needed, he&nbsp; held her once more, turning her inside, and closing the door with his foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 16:20:44</strong>
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				Thorn watched as the door flew open and revealed a smiling Blaze.&nbsp; She did not return his smile and had not had any time to react to seeing him after so many years; just as she began to open her mouth to speak, he silenced her.&nbsp; His immediate dominance over her turned her stomach and she wanted to stop him but could not…old habits die hard and all.&nbsp; Instead, she allowed him to pull her into the house and as the door shut behind her, Thorn knew this would be the beginning of reliving her past.<br><br>Lightly she tried to disengage herself from him while memories of Sam floated through her mind.&nbsp; She had to tell Blaze about Sam…had to tell him that she was in love with someone.&nbsp; Blaze would understand the connection between her and Sam wouldn’t he?&nbsp; <br><br>After finally pushing him away without angering him, Thorn smiled.&nbsp; It was a fake smile of course, but he would not know that. The many years apart allowed her to hide behind his memories of the past.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Blaze, I am in love with someone,” she whispered and then continued to fill him in on how she had met Sam, and why she left.&nbsp; As they continued to stand near the closed front door, Thorn studied him for his reaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 19:04:45</strong>
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				Blaze stood in the doorway looking at her with a mixed emotional state. She told him of Shadow leaving, then of Sam and Seraph. He nodded slowly,beckoning her in more to the house. His thoughts were a mess, carefully, he wrestled with Asmod in his mind, forcing him back into his place. He always needed to keep a care ful Eye on him, his tendency to&nbsp; pop out nad take control was rather annoying, and very often got him into trouble.<br><br><em>"You stay put."</em> He said in his mind as he closed the cell where he kept his Lust and Greed locked away in his mind.<em>"You overreacted on seeing her again. Sometime i'm going to have to teach you that it is possible to think with your Pecker in your Pants."</em><em>"Oh Give it a rest.."</em> replied Asmod with a bored Expression. <em>"You wanted her to, i just helped you act on it."</em> He started to sigh, but not before another Voice, Female and in a higher tone put in it's Opinion.<br><br><em> "It's true you know, What the man speaks?"</em> She stretched out&nbsp; vainly on the couch in her own accommodations, preening herself.<em> "You want her, to have what someone else lost. She was yours before, you want her back."</em><em>" I didn't need Either of your Opinions on the matter thank you very much!"</em> He shot back, a hint of venom on the edge of his tone. He turned to the other two, each in their places. <em>"And I suppose you two have comments to add of your own?"</em> He asked, raising his mental eyebrow. One of them, a chubbier man sitting on a low couch lounging Lazily Replied with a hint of hope <em>"Well, breakfast would be nice.."</em> before meeting Blaze's eyes and looking away quickly. He couldn't help but smirk. Al that one thought of was food and sleep, he was generally easy to please as long as he was fed. He looked towards the last corner, a shadowy figure knelt in meditation on a cushion.&nbsp; Amon looked up slowly, his eyes locked, a simple nod, then he looked back down.&nbsp; <em>"Of course, i know what you want. But no, she will not die yet."</em><br><br>Returning to the world, he found Thorn staring at him. "Well" he said, fixing her with a&nbsp; searching look, "It would seem you're jut in time for Breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 15:29:35</strong>
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				Thorn eyed Blaze curiously, as it seemed he was deep in thought and even though he was looking right at her, she could not help but think it was not her he was seeing.&nbsp; She had thought that the reaction he would have after hearing about Sam would be quite different and when he simply mentioned breakfast, it made her very uneasy.&nbsp; “I’m really not hungry, Blaze.&nbsp; I am just here because I have nowhere else to go right now.&nbsp; I’m not looking to reignite any flames between us,” she said almost timidly.&nbsp; She remembered how he was when he got angry and that was not where she wanted to revisit; she was <em>not</em> the scared teenager anymore.<br><br>“What I’d really like to do is take a shower and get changed,” she continued a bit more confidently as she walked past Blaze and placed her small suitcase on the floor against the wall.&nbsp; Turning around slowly to face him again, she added, “And a drink…a strong one…would be nice”.&nbsp; She shrugged off her coat and laid it across her arm before finally looking around the living room.&nbsp; Not much had changed besides a few décor updates here and there and this made her quite comfortable.&nbsp; It made her feel safe.&nbsp; Without waiting for him to respond, she threw her coat over the back of the couch and then sat down.&nbsp; This is how she was used to things, she would come home, sit down, and Sam would serve her.<br><br>Thorn crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap.&nbsp; She would wait patiently for her drink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX]The Lair: Revisiting the Past (Greenthorn, Vincent, others)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vincent</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 17:03:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;He nodded to himself, going first to the Bar, unlatching it and taking out a Whiskey glass and the appropriate bottle.&nbsp; He set them on a tray, pouring the first glass for her, and bringing them to her, he set them down and turn back to close the cabinet. "Do you remember how the side got broken?" He asked quietly, almost in a whisper like a longing memory. He ran his hand down it, feeling the panel that his own father had&nbsp; screwed on to the side. They had been young, old enough to be curious about alcohol, but not old enough to understand what it would do.<br><br><br>He turned back, and was faced with not this current Thorn, but one from his past. The same one that he had gotten drunk so long ago. <em>She sat on the couch across from him, looking at the glass in her hand. Her head came up, looking at him with worry and wonder. He smiles back, nodding&nbsp; to the young girl as she raided it to her lips, the first taste of alcohol she had ever had. IT had run quickly through her body, making her silly and messing her senses . She hadn't been able to stand afterward, staggering towards him into his arms, leaning up and kissing his lips before slumping back down. He had carried her to the basement, laid her on the bed down their and then gone to work on finishing up some projects at the next table over.</em><br><br>&nbsp;Flashing back to the present, he&nbsp; stood, pulling thorn up into his arms and carrying her down the stairs once&nbsp; more into the basement. She made mild protests, but he&nbsp; forced passed them, setting her down once more upon reaching the basemen room. Quietly, without looking at her, he said in a low whispered Voice, "do you remember?"
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