Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]
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				Title: <strong>Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 11:49:47</strong>
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				Snow blanketed the entire area around the castle, crisp and fresh and just deep enough to leave wheel ruts behind Etienne's carriage. He stared eagerly out the window, excited to join his friends at court, to finally get to consort with the King. He would be the newest addition of pretty boys to the King's court - he had drawn attention with his clear white skin and sweet, soft voice. He had, when younger, been a choir boy. <br><br>Now he had grown a bit but while it had leant him height his frame was almost delicate - probably due to a childhood sickness that had never fully left - leaving his eyesight less than impecable. The King, Louis XIV, had found his fumbling over food to be endearing and ordered him to come to court which he had eagerly done at the first chance.<br><br>He didn't wear a wig - perhaps indicating that he was from a more country manor background than one close to the King - but with his hair, one couldn't blame him. His hair was the color of wine - it rarely saw sunlight and had darkened accordingly from glaringly strawberry to a rich and deep red - and his eyes were bright and wide and green as emeralds. He had no marks whatsoever on his pale skin, no freckles to mark the soft cheeks or delicately sculpted nose or mark his full red lips.<br><br>He was a pianist, as well, and could play better than most court-appointed musicians.<br><br>When the black carriage came to a stop he leapt out - stumbling in the snow as he misjudged the distance with his poor eyesight - getting up quickly. He wore rich, dark green silk, with bright gold buttons and embroidery, hair falling past his shoulderblades in a mane of glorious curls. <br><br>He was ushered immediately into the party.<br><br>He stuck back to the walls - inciting quite a few whispers with the startling but fresh beauty to the court - as his trunks were carried back to his room. <br><br>He shyly settled back to wait for his friends to find him.<br><br>A servant did offer him some wine, though, which he took gratefully, standing underneath a candelabra, casting just enough faint golden light to make him glow with a superhuman beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 12:17:41</strong>
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				The next carriage to pull up was an impressive white carriage decorated with silver and blue. As it came to a stop, the door man rolled out a silver embroidered blue rug, then offered his hand up to his lord. A delicate hand gripped the servant's as a rare specimine of lethel beauty and strength stepped out of the unique carriage. <br><br>Long waving locks of platinum blond hair hung at least to his mid back, but some wild strands laid against a porcelin silver white face. He was dressed in a lacy white shirt with a silver and blue broach blue ribbon tied about his neck in decoration. Over it, he wore an extravigant grey-blue jacket decorated in silver and pearls. Below he wore a matching pair of breeches. His shoes were also a grey-blue with silver and pearl decoration. His clothing was of the finest quality and design. <br><br>He walked with an air of royalty, though he was not himself royal. He was merely a noble of the court, but a highly respected one. Slowly he made his way inside and to the top of the stairs where he was announced as Lord Acelin Beau Darley. He decended the stairs as though walking on air. His steady gaze of cobalt blue eyes slowly swept the room for familiar faces, new faces and of course any he may rather stay away from that night.<br><br>Graceful as a swan, he walked through the enormous room, mingling here and there. However, his eye never strayed far from a young man who he found to be of particular interest. He was currious to who he was, why he had never seen him before and what might be the best way of approaching him. He looked rather timid.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 12:35:57</strong>
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				One of Etienne's friends swept up - all crimson velvet and lace - draggng his friend away from the wall and through the crowd. Everyone was merely a blur of color to him with his poor eyesight, being effectively blind, but he smiled and shook hands and tried to remember who everyone was.<br><br>The young man led him right up to Lord Darley, pushing timid Etienne forwards with a hand on the small of his back, "Lord Darley! My father sends his warmest regards. And this..."<br><br>The other young man paused to gesture, "Is Etienne de la Volle, son of Marquis de la Volle, who is, unfortunately, with a cold and unable to visit the court." Etienne held out a hand and smiled faintly.<br><br>He bowed, politely, but didn't see much more than pale hair and a grey outfit - what he thought was grey - unable to appreciate the pearls and silver as he couldn't properly <em>see</em> them.<br><br>"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Darley. I've just arrived at court."<br><br>His friend laughed, "Dear Etienne here is only just seventeen and just out of singing in the King's choir. Will you show him about court, Lord Darley? He could use a better mentor than me." Indeed, his friend had a bit of a speckled reputation because of his loose antics with many married women.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 13:00:35</strong>
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				(http://s973.photobucket.com/albums/ae218/Ivoryedge84/Character-male/?action-view&amp;current=Acelin.jpg)<br><br>Acelin had just been excusing himself from a chat with a couple of the court when the two young men came bounding up to him. He did not look much older than either of them, but it was the way he carried himself that let everyone know differantly. A smile curved his plump lips. He nodded his head as the one leading the stunning beauty around addressed him and gave him his father's reguards. <br><br>"It would be my delight to have you accompany me tonight." His attention was now on the young man in green, forgetting all about the other as if in a one track daze. He reached forward as if knowing his disability already, as though he could sense it. He took the young man's arm and threaded it through his own. "There, you can stay close to me and not get lost."<br><br>He escourted Etienne away, "The king's choir. Ah, I remember you now." He chuckled softly, remembering Christmas past when the king had brought out his chior to sing. "You had quite a few solos at Christmas. Lovely." He smiled to himself as his curriosity wondered, "How is it you came to be a courtier now?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:46:53</strong>
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				Etienne smiled faintly when told that Acelin would be delighted to have him accompany him for the night. He ran a hand down his coat to smooth it, sending the rich layers of cream colored lace trimmed with gold quivering against his chest. He shook back some of that luxuriously crimson hair, smiling when the man immediately took his arm. Was his trouble seeing that obvious?<br><br>He hoped that it wasn't. <br><br>He let his slim hand rest atop Acelin's, his other hand holding the glass of wine that had been pressed there by an eager server, taking a slow sip as he nodded, "Oh, you remember that..." he flushed becomingly and shrugged a little bit, "Yes, I still quite enjoy singing. I've gotten a bit old to be in the choir now, though. My father thought court would be a better place for me." <br><br>He looked around the court - as best he could given that everything was little more than a blur - then smiled. <br><br>"Well, I finished my schooling and father decided that it would be best for me to come to court, to get myself a name here. He said that I shouldn't spend my whole life in the country...nowadays his health was too bad for him to come and represent the family so he had sent his half-blind son to do so." <br><br>He knew no one here, was entirely new, his only friends being people that he had known while growing up. After his childhood fever, though, when his sight had gone bad...he had been kept at his country house. The air was supposed to help him. It was only by begging his father that he had been allowed to join the King's choir, and even now his father had been reluctant - by had grudgingly agreed - to allow him to come to the court.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:33:14</strong>
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				Acelin nodded softly as he listened to Etienne's story. He smiled, watching as he sipped that glass of wine, the red liquid staining his plump kissable lips. Just the idea of kissing such a beauty was enough to make him quiver with delight. He restrained. "You must come see me some time and sing for me." He smiled softly, "I could play my violin for you in turn." <br><br>Slowly, Acelin lead him around the room and introduced Etienne to many of the well to do Lords and ladies, other courtiers and the like. Always, he kept the young man with limited sight close to him like a precious treasure he wanted to dangle out before others, but selfishly not release. He always took the boy away from conversation before anyone could even so much as suggest such a thing.<br><br>He wanted to badly to dance with him, but there in the kings court was hardly the place. It was frowned on that a man would dance with any but the opposite sex. Infact, the way he lead the boy around that night was frowned on, but accepted with the knowledge of the young male's condition. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 06:28:02</strong>
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				Etienne smiled shyly but nodded, "If you'd like me to come, of course, I'd love to do that." He politely tried to remember everyone's names as he was introduced to them, but felt utterly overwhelmed. There were so many people, and he was supposed to be able to remember all of them. He had no idea what he was going to do when he had to actually see the King - luckily the great leader was busy then - though he was certain he would have to see the royal man soon. <br><br>He barely stifled a yawn behind a small hand and shook his head tiredly, shaking his crimson hair back from his face with a little yawn, doing his best not to look tired. <br><br>"I'm sorry," he said quietly.<br><br>"It's just, it's been a really long carriage ride..." he didn't even know where his rooms were, yet. He had come straight into the party because he had been so excited but he was exhausted now. He wanted to settle down and relax. This entire party was overwhelming. <br><br>Having to be proper and rigid as was expected at court was difficult for him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 07:04:54</strong>
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				Acelin's soft lips curled upward, “Of course I would like you to come.” His slender arm moved around the younger man. The indication of his lack of energy was enough for the Lord to realize that perhaps Etienne should take a moment to sit. His guiding arm and long strides carried them both from the ball room. He would not listen to any fuss. <br><br>“You haven't anything to be sorry about darling.” Stepping in to an empty den, Acelin lead the young Etienne to a couch, easing him down. Quick movements took him back across the room. He placed his hands on the decorative knobs and shut both double doors, then locked them. No one was to bother them at all. <br><br>The elegant Lord turned on his heels and danced across the room to sit very close to his new friend. He reached up and tucked some of that lush hair behind the boy's ear. Acelin's blue eyes flickered and brightened at the sight of his lovely neck. So close was the vein of life which fed crimson nectar through out his body. Just one bite. Acelin refrained.<br><br>Instead, he stroked the soft flesh, “Carriage rides are taxing and you travel such a long way...why not stay somewhere close? Perhaps with a mature, reliable friend?” His blond brow, high arched as it was, arched more. “Would it not be easier and make coming to court more enjoyable?” Sitting so close, he could not help but touch him.<br><br>Lord Darley's hand rested down on the boy's knee. He massaged the joint gently, soothingly. It was all he could do not to squirm in his seat. The boy smelled so good and he was so beautiful. However, he did not want to frighten him away. “You could always come and stay with me.” He flashed a charming smiled of white normal looking teeth.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:12:19</strong>
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				Etienne trailed after the other man but was clearly not certain where they were going, able to tell that they were leaving the room but unable to tell where they were going. Were they going to another party in another ballroom? This castle was so large that he was just starting to realize how very many people were living here. His heels clicked on the marble floors as they made their way through the grand hallways and into a small and beautifully styled den. He ran his fingertips over the ivory damask of the couch they sat on. <br><br>He hadn't even noticed the door being locked though he might have gotten a bit nervous had he realized it. He leant back into the soft couch and flushed as he felt the fingertips trailing along his neck. <br><br>"It would make coming to court a lot easier...I have a temporary room here, but only for tonight and tomorrow night...it would be much easier to have someplace closer to court." <br><br>He relaxed under the hand massaging his knee, letting his head drop back onto the back of the couch. It revealed his slim white throat with the pulse pushing against his skin. "I wouldn't want to impose on you, though. It's such a generous offer..." he murmured as he flushed brightly. <br><br>His thick hair cushioned his head as he leant back.<br><br>The room was a pale gold and ivory blur to him and he idly wished he could see properly what Acelin looked like.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 20:47:09</strong>
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				"Ah, but I insist." He watched as his lovely friend leaned his head back. That pulse, so strong and so inviting. He leaned down and kissed the pulsating throat gently. He smiled, "I would love to have you with me," he whispered. His hand moved from the young man's knee and slid up his thigh slowly.<br><br>Acelin would take much delight in having this boy at his finger tips day and night. He was so beautiful, a sight that Acelin would never grow tired in seeing. He was polite and mild manored, so easily manipulated. Not to mention he couldn't possibly see what was coming at him. It was all so grand. Too perfect.<br><br>Of course, one day perhaps he would permit the boy to see. Permit him the honor of becoming one like himself. For now, however, Acelin fully planned on using his sightlessness to his advantage. His lips trailed up slowly to his ear, "Comes stay with me." As soft as his whisper, powerful it was, a charm from deep with in Acelin's dark core. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 21:17:41</strong>
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				Etienne jumped shyly when the older man suddenly pressed a kiss to his throat and began sliding a hand up his thigh, breath coming in soft pants, turning quite pink along his cheeks. He sat up slowly, shyly, that charm having worked, "I'll stay with you, of course, if it's alright with you..." <br><br>He turned very pink and tucked his knees up underneath him, wrapping his arms around his legs, "I...you're a man," he mumbled shyly, realizing that he rather liked the kisses and touched but unable to accept them. <br><br>He had never had attention from a man before.<br><br>He had only ever heard of how very evil it was to let a man touch one in that way from his father, who was a very devout and strictly religious man, a man who refused to let his son come to court until now. <br><br>He blinked slowly, able to see the faint point of light of some candles, but everything was so very blurry. <br><br>He didn't know that in the court, men slept with men, and even the King sometimes enjoyed the company of the pretty page boys that he kept around him.<br><br>[[Sorry it took me so long! I loved your last post.]]
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:02:14</strong>
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				Acelin smiled, "Excellent." He was thrilled that he would come to stay with him. However, as he tucked in to himself and looked rather embarassed at being touched, Acelin's smile turned upside down. He sighed softly, "You seemed to enjoy it reguardless."<br><br>He put an arm around him, "Let me give you a little insight to what happens here. Men sleep with men. Even the king enjoys the company of a page boy from time to time." He shrugged, "I've even been lucky enough to spend a night with him once." He pushed Etienne's hands away.<br><br>"No one ever has to know if you don't want them to." He unbent the boy's legs. "But, if you aren't comfortable..." He would let it go for now. "Come along, we will return to the party. Then later I will take you home with me and get you settled in." He held his hand down where he could feel it and grab it.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 00:13:25</strong>
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				"Men sleep together?" Etienne's voice was soft and shy, uncertain about what he was being told. He could barely believe that such things happened in the court, even if they were kept quiet. He leant in against the other man's side, obviously shy, blinking slowly though he couldn't see too much. <br><br>He couldn't imagine that the King had enjoyed the beauty of other men but he believed what he was told. <br><br>"It's just...I've never even kissed a girl, let alone a boy." Etienne had been sheltered his whole life by fiercely religious parents partially because he was a son but mostly because of his failing vision. He took Acelin's hand carefully and trailed after him towards the party. <br><br>A particular group of noblemen - including the Duke of Lorraine and the English Duke of Rocheford - were watching Etienne hungrily. They were well known for having taken the innocence of many young, attractive men, though they were fairly young themselves in their mid twenties. They eyed Etienne in a way that made it very clear they wanted to enjoy him, as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 01:14:57</strong>
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				"All in good time my lovely friend." Acelin pulled the boy close and sent nasy glares at the dukes as he walked by with Etienne. It was a warning to back off, that the young boy was his. Acelin's hand rubbed over Eitenne's back side, feeling his firm bottom through his pants. <br><br>Soon enough, Acelin lead him to his carriage. Etienne's carriage could follow behind. He helped him in to the carriage and then got in beside of him. Again, he placed his arm around him and held him close. "I hope you realize how fond of you I am already. <br><br>He leaned his head down and kissed along the boy's neck, feeling that pulse just under the skin. It was enough to drive him made with desiere. He could not wait to get the young thing back to his estate.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 01:34:24</strong>
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				Etienne passed through the party, entirely oblivious to the men who were looking at him and thinking less than pure thoughts about him. He flushed as he felt the man's hand run over his backside. Even then, he flushed beautifully when he was helped into the carriage, and his head was tilted back gently. <br><br>"I'm...I'm a bit overwhelmed, by all this...by the court, and everything..." He blushed and tilted his head a bit farther to the side to allow the man more access to his neck.<br><br>He had no idea how dangerous that could be.<br><br>His pulse was obvious against the pale skin of his slim neck. His hands were spread over the velvet seats of the older man's carriage, blushing brightly when he felt the other man's lips exploring his skin as they headed back towards his estate. He had no idea that he was sitting in a carriage with a man who was the one natural predator that humans would ever have.<br><br>As the carriage bumped over the road his fingertips tightened their grip just a little bit on the seats. <br><br>He was nervous, that was obvious, clearly excited but nervous whenever he got around Acelin. He was new to court, new to the pleasures that men could offer, and was trying to take it all in as best he could without actually seeing anything. The carriage was nothing but dark to him, as it was night-time outside, and he could see absolutely nothing but blackness.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 02:12:47</strong>
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				Acelin sat back for a moment, attempting to get a grip on himself. He did not want to end up biting the young man there in the carriage. He took several deep breaths. He did however, grip the courtier's hand and bring it over, resting it over the hardness in his pants so that he could feel what he was capable of doing to him. "You see. I am very fond of you."<br><br>He reached over and traced his fingers down between the other's thighs. He wanted to touch him, feel if anything he had done to him thus far had any effect on him. He rubbed his crotch gently, gropping him. He wanted him to know how good that if felt. That something that felt so good couldn't be bad. <br><br>"Would you like for me to kiss you Etienne?" He thought back to him saying he had never been kissed. He grinned. His kiss would likely not be what Etienne was expecting. As the carriage stopped, Acelin drew his hands from him except to help him out when the door opened.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 02:35:59</strong>
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				Overwhelmed would be the biggest understatement of the century when it came to everything that Etienne was experiencing. He blushed brilliantly when his hand suddenly was resting over the other man's hardness, crying out - softly - when his own member was touched. He wasn't hard, but when his member was gently rubbed through the soft fabric of his pants he became hard, shutting his eyes tightly and doing his best to hide the faint trembling that had started with a combination of nerves and something akin to fear. <br><br>He reached out for help getting out of the carriage, stepping down holding onto Acelin's hands, biting his bottom lip. "I...I suppose, yes, but...I don't know, Lord Acelin, this is all very...it's all very overwhelming. I've never really...this is all so new to me, Sir..." <br><br>He was lower in rank than the man taking him it.<br><br>It was usual, for men to use their rank to get things that they wanted from younger and pretty men but it had been a while since there was a man quite this pretty. <br><br>He held on tightly to Acelin's hand. <br><br>It was cold outside, snowing, and he could hear his small heels crunching in the snow as they walked up a pathway towards what was a big black blur and he assumed was the house. His hair looked black around his face, skin white as the snow as he trailed behind Acelin.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 19:44:03</strong>
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				Acelin lead his young friend inside. It was a grand mansion with a foryer and grand stair case leading up to a massive second floor. There was a ball room, dens, studies, libraries, a enormous dinning hall off from an equally impressive kitchen. Of course none of it could be seen by the young man. It was a shame.<br><br>There was art on the walls from famous artists all over the world, gold decorations and marble floor. His home was lavish, money was no object. He took his elbow and carefully lead him up stairs to a guest suite. The room was all in white and gold with a four poster canopy style bed. The sheer white material coming off the bed gave off a romantic feel to the room. <br><br>He rested his hands on his shoulders as he stood behind him and massaged his shoulders, "I know you can't really make out much, but I hope this room is satisfactory. If not, I can find another for you. This is the best suite in my estate except for mine which is just straight across the hall from you." He leaned his head in and kissed the side of his neck.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:38:01</strong>
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				The stairs were beautiful, or at least wide, from what he could see. The rooms were little more than smears of color across his vision. His room was a vaguely cream colored blur in front of his eyes, and he leant back a bit against Acelin, "It's beau-" his breath caught and hitched when the other man's lips touched the side of his neck, his pulse picking up once more, each beat bumping against Lord Acelin's lips. "It's a beautiful room," he whispered softly, "It'll be nice to be near you in case I need anything." <br><br>He was tired, overwhelmed, and uncertain. He was utterly shy. <br><br>He had never even kissed a girl before.<br><br>Yet...and yet, the other man's lips felt so good and so <em>right</em> against his pale throat. <br><br>He shut his eyes since seeing wasn't doing him much good, hair a soft, dark red against Acelin's own pale locks. His body was warm under the clothes he wore.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:48:39</strong>
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				Acelin groaned softly as he felt the pulse bump against his lips. "Etienne..." He purred softly as he reached around him and slowly began to unbutton the young man's jacket. He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to feel the other's skin against his own cool skin. He wanted him all to himself. Perhaps it was selfish, but that was what he wanted.<br><br>Acelin pushed the jacket off and tossed it aside. Next his hands worked on the shirt. "I want to teach you so many wonderful things." Once the fabric was free, the lord's hands roamed over the soft warm skin, caressing him. He shuddered behind him and pressed his hips against him from behind. That rubbed his hard member against Etienne's rear.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:59:35</strong>
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				"I don't..." he moaned softly as he curled his body against the other man, his expensive jacket tossed off to the side fairly quickly. He moaned softly when he felt the other man's hands dip around his shirt and pull it off before exploring his bare chest. He got hard, of course, but he felt entirely uncertain about all of this and bit his bottom lip hard. <br><br>"I don't think...I don't think I'm ready, my Lord, I...I've never..." his voice trailed off, moaning softly when he felt the press of the hard member, pulse beginning to race. <br><br>"Acelin, I've never..." <br><br>His voice trailed off, shy, obviously a bit scared. "I don't think I can...yet...it's only my first night at court, my Lord..." he whispered shyly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 22:07:32</strong>
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				Acelin turned his courtier. He lead him to the bed and pushed him on to it. He crawled like a preditor over top of him. "Yes you can." He slid his hands over the younger man's body. He kissed over his chest, sucking at the two pink nubs. Perhaps, Etienne hadn't ever done this before, but he was about to learn. Aceling was not about to back off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:10:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait!" Etienne cried out, pushing at the stronger man and struggling to get away from the powerful frame bearing down on him, batting at the other man's hands while fighting the confused pleasure. "Stop! I don't want...not yet, not like this!" Etienne shoved at him, hard, trying to get away.<br><br>"I don't want my first time to be like this!" Etienne swallowed hard and shook his head, wrapping his arms around himself, "No...no, I want my first time to be important," he blushed as he said it, "You have to seduce me. Not like this."&nbsp; <br><br>His dark hair was ruffled from having been pushed onto the bed.<br><br>His pulse was slamming agianst his throat now, in confused lust, and in fear. He was clearly overwhelmed by everything. <br><br>Afterall, he wanted to learn about his lover's body with his hands, so that he could see him.<br><br>He didn't want to lose his virginity so quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:46:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin wimpered softly as Etiene slapped at him. He rolled away from him. His hand moved up to rest on the side of his face. In the excitement, Etienne had slapped him across the face. The lord gasped softly. It had been some time since anyone had hit him that way. It did sting. He sat up slowly, then stood.<br><br>"I-I understand." There was evident pain in his voice. He sighed softly, "I-I'm sorry Etienne. That last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable." He sighed stoftly. As he stepped away, the clicking of his heeled boots could be heard against the hard floor. He stopped and bent to picked up the shirt and jacket he had so carelessly tossed aside.<br><br>Acelin smoothed out the garments and returned them to their owner. "I'll have your things sent up from the carriage." The lord nodded his head and backed out of the room, "Good night, beautiful Etienne." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:50:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne said nothing until the other man was almost out of his room, still trembling faintly with his cheeks beautifully pink, his red hair around him like a cloud of wine that was being magically suspended in the air about his pale and scared face. He couldn't see where Acelin was and was entirely overwhelmed.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he whispered, "You've been so gracious, I just...I'm, this is all so new to me, and...I'm sorry, Sir." <br><br>He swallowed hard. <br><br>The swallowing seemed to comfort him at least a little bit. <br><br>Kicking his pants off to reveal long, pale legs, he slipped under the soft blankets, laying back on the piles of damask pillows. He couldn't turn off the lights himself - the flames were dangerous when one couldn't see properly - so he just closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:11:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Day came and went, Acelin stayed tucked away in his chambers. When the night came, he decended the stairs. He was in good faith that his staff was helpful to Etienne when he could not be there to aid him. The curse of being what he was. His elegant strides took him through the foryer to the ball room.<br><br>The lord's nimble fingers lifted a cherry wood violin. He placed it under his chin. Next, he lifted a bow of fine horse hairs to the strings and let it dance and glide across. The tune he played was both lovely and sad. It fit his mood. The echos went through out the entire estate, carried on the air like a lover's caress. <br><br>His eyes closed and for a while and he drifted away to another time...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne had woken in the middle of the day and puttered about the grounds for a while, then taken a luxurious bath so that he would be ready for the evening, changing into a fresh outfit that was all done in cream and gold to make him look eerily like a painting of an angel with that pretty face. <br><br>His hair had been curled by the servants and were soft and loose about his face. He smelled faintly of gardenias and soap. His body was warm and clean and he was utterly content.<br><br>He felt far more confident now that he was clean and well-rested.<br><br>He headed towards the other man and then trailed down the stairs when he heard the violin. Lord Acelin had to be where the violin was coming from with such beautiful music. <br><br>Such skill.<br><br>He sat down on the stairs and listened for about thirty minutes and then clapped, softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 12:44:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aceling was astonished to have an audience. Lowering the cherry instrument back in to a black velvet lined case, a chaste smile appeared on hips lips briefly. He closed the case and left it sit on the grand piano that took up much room. His eyes remained lowered and he remained standing by the piano's side.<br><br>"I...I was not aware anyone was there," he said timidly.<br><br>The lord was stricken dumbfounded. After the event of lastnight, he was surprised Etienne dared to come near him at all. He had certainly gotten carried away and pushed the young man way too far, extrmely too fast. His slender hand traveled up to rest on the very cheek Etienne had slapped. The physically pain was gone of course, but still it stung. <br><br>After a moment, Acelin stepped away from where he had stood. His bare feet padded against the coolness of the marble floor. Still, he was dressed in his bed clothes. He was garbed in silk night pants and a sheer robe, which was left open as it not do much to hide his torso anyway. He had to pass by Etienne on the stairs as he made his way back up them.<br><br>"I'll bathe and dress, then we will go to court," he sighed softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 18:30:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne sat with his side against the thin spiraling rails that ran down to support the banister. He blinked slowly but it didn't do much to help him see much, "We're going to court again, tonight?" Etienne didn't sound particularly excited to go back to that bustle of people with all the colors and blurs that he couldn't make out properly. <br><br>"I'm...Acelin, wait-" he caught the older man's hand and tugged him gently so that he wouldn't walk away, tilting his head upwards to what he was fairly certain was the other man's face, "I'm sorry about last night. I do...I do want to try that with you, sometime, though..." <br><br>His cheeks flared up pink once again. <br><br>"I'm sorry I reacted so strongly last night." <br><br>He looked up at the other man, still sitting on the stairs, his knees tucked up. The soft and beautiful outfit he wore was all cream colored with gold trim. The gold braid ran around his wrists and his neck, around his waist. He looked like an angel with that great crimson man of curls falling back, so carefully styled by Acelin's servants.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:02:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin stopped in his tracks as the smaller hand gripped his and tugged. Slowly, he turned his eyes down to Etienne. So many thoughts and feelings, so stong and yet he was forced to push them back. He sighed softly as Etienne apologized to him so honestly and whole heartedly. It was touching.<br><br>"I never should have pushed myself at you. It is I who should do the apologizing, I am sorry." He shook his head, "But...one rejection is enough." <br><br>Acelin drew his hand away. The younger male had no idea, he could easily force him. However, that was not what he wanted. He wanted a willing subject. One he could share things with, do things with that he would never share with anyone else. His hand closed in to a fist as he continued up the stairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:22:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt bad. Of course he felt bad. How could he not when that last sentence hit him and the other man drew away to walk up the stairs. <br><br>He leant against the side railing and waited for the other man to come back.<br><br>He wouldn't push the matter if the other man didn't want him to. <br><br>Instead, he waited to go to court, dozing a little bit against the banister, dark hair falling all around his face. He had been so very styled that he looked perfect for court. Looking like this it was almost guaranteed that he was going to have quite a lot of attention from the male courtiers.<br><br>He was going to do his best to stick close to Acelin if Acelin would let him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin decended the stairs dressed impecibly for court, this time a dark navy blue, again with beautiful silver and pearl details. Blue was always his best color. He had tied his hair back with a blue ribbon so it was not hanging freely down as it normally did. He stopped on the stairs next to the younger male. He reached down for his hand.<br><br>"You don't have to come. You could stay here," he said these things because of the seeming protest that had been made when he suggested court. <br><br>He was going with or with out him, where you could find someone perhaps equally as interested in him as he was in them. Of course, none would ever be as beautiful as Etienne. However, he was not going to beg the boy and he had already made the mistake in giving him some form of power as his rejection had stung him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 03:03:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'd...I'd like to go with you. Court just makes me a little nervous. With my eyes, and all the people...it's just a bit of a challenge." Etienne shrugged and shook his head a bit, standing up and looking at Acelin as best he could before tentatively taking a step forwards, "May I take your hand?" <br><br>After he had rejected the older man he had become increasingly nervous around him, but he still needed the other man's hand to navigate more easily. <br><br>He took a few steps down the stairs. <br><br>"That blue looks nice, I think." Etienne clearly wanted to win Lord Acelin's favour once more but he was uncertain as to exactly how he should do that. He blushed and shrugged slightly. <br><br>Etienne was still quite young and quite new to all of this at court and needed to learn.<br><br>He would, though. He would learn despite the challenges.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 05:30:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin wrapped his hand around the smaller digits. He lead hom down the stairs and across the foryer. There was no reason to be uncivil. He was just, weary of the young man now as he was not sure how he should behave around him.<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>The lord was curt with his graditude to the compliment. He walked Etienne out to the carriage and helped him inside. He pulled himself in next to him and the door was shut. Soon they were on their way to court once again. <br><br>Acelin was quiet for most of the way except when he gave pointers and suggestions to the young courtier for using in court. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 23:34:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne sat next to the other man in the carriage and did his best to soak up everything that he was being told. He curled up within the other man's carriage, tucking his long legs up underneath him, wrapping his ivory cloak around him to help ward off the chill. He shut his eyes and blushed slightly.<br><br>They had enough time before they got to the court to talk. "Yesterday night," he whispered, shyly, "Yesterday night, I...please, listen to me, my Lord...yesterday night I was scared, and unused to the court. I'd like...I'd like to, well, explore what we were doing...what you were doing to me..." <br><br>He blushed and shook his hair down so that it hid his face a bit. <br><br>"I...I dreamt of you, last night. I really...I like the way you make me feel," he trailed off, shyness overtaking him once more, "I'm sorry. It's just..." he blushed again, "This is all so very new to me. I want you to be the one to show it all to me. I want you to...to seduce me, and to make me feel..." <br><br>His blush darkened, "To keep feeling like this." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:25:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin frowned when Etienne opened his mouth to speak of lastnight. Again he started to cut him off.<br><br>"Etienne, I..."<br><br>He sighed as the courtier got the strength to tell him...Lord Darley to be quiet and listen to him. The older man did become silent, more from shock of being stood up to than anything else. Had it been anyone else, he would have likely slapped the taste out of their mouth. He was not used to being told listen.&nbsp; <br><br>In the end, Acelin was glad that he did sit and listen to Etienne. He turned his eyes to him, slowly. He was a little unsure. Perhaps, because the way Etienne had reacted the night before was stuck with him. Regardless, he smiled some and nodded softly. He was pleased that Etienne wanted him to teach him...seduce him as it were.<br><br>"Are you sure?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:30:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm certain," he murmured, tucking some hair behind his ears shyly. He tilted his head upwards as though he was trying to look at the older man but his eyes didn't show much recognition. He could see the blur of pale hair and the color of the clothes that the man was wearing but it looked like a piece of what would later be called modern art. Merely a blur of color. He couldn't really pick anything else. If one were to actually look into those pale eyes, a slight film made his eyes a little bit milky, obstructing his vision. <br><br>Over the years the film had become thicker, and now it was fairly clear, obscuring his vision. He would be blind as a bat within a few years. He was still content to just enjoy what he could see and to take what happened to him in stride because being upset wouldn't help him in the slightest.<br><br>He reached out and took Acelin's hand shyly to give it a little squeeze. <br><br>"I'm sorry I was so rude to you last night," he murmured. He still didn't even have the faintest idea that the man next to him was a vampire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:44:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then...let me truly seduce you." <br><br>Acelin reached up with his free hand, removing Etienne's hair from his neck. He kissed the side of his neck, sucking gently. He felt the strong pulse beneath his lips. Only this time, he did not plan to ignore it. He wanted to give the young courtier a gift, well two. <br><br>Acelin groaned softly as he felt that pulsating vein beneath the skin. His fingers twined in to Etienne's red hair, careful not to ruin his beautiful hair for court. He pulled his head back while his lips continued to explore his neck.<br><br>Acelin could feel the pain, a slight twinge. His ivory fangs began to break through and descend, readying him. Soon, he would be prepared to deliver a very special kiss. It was a kiss that Etienne was likely to never forget. A vampire's kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:59:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne nodded and tilted his head to the side breathlessly, allowing the other man to kiss his neck. He had no idea that he was trying to bite him. That the other man was working up to sinking fangs into him. He moaned when his hair was pulled, letting his head fall back as he let out a small moan, graceful fingers clutching at his shoulders and drawing the older man closer. His body was slim and pale and willing. He looked like the virgin he was with the ivory and gold clothing and the soft cloak lined with gold that he wore. <br><br>He was fully willing to be seduced. <br><br>[Agh. Sorry. I know that was a terrible post. &gt;.&lt; Next one should be better.]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 04:13:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin could feel a tightness in his pants as Etienne actually pulled him toward him. He groaned softly. His lips parted from the soft flesh. The pale lord opened his mouth wide and came down on the courtier's neck. His fangs sank in to the soft flesh like a knife through room tempature butter. <br><br>Acelin gripped the young man tightly, holding him down. Normally, he would have attempted to charm someone he might bite. However, with Etienne's disability, that was not a possibility. It would have been much easier, less struggle. <br><br>He drank of the sweet nectar which flowed freely from the pumping vein, pouring Etienne's life force in to his sucking mouth. It was addicting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 17:38:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the first second the fangs sank into him, he thought that it might have just been a love bite, but then he was certain what he was feeling. No human could do that. He was strangely aware of how each beat of his pulse sent his blood pumping into Acelin's mouth. He screamed, trying to pull away, struggling with all his might.<br><br>It wasn't enough.<br><br>Acelin was stronger and he threw his body away from him as best he could, tearing quite a sizable hole in his neck from Acelin's fangs as he did so. His heart sped up, blood coming even faster now, screaming again. It didn't take long for him to feel lightheaded.<br><br>The hole he had torn when he threw himself away from Acelin was huge.<br><br>It left a gaping wound in his neck with blood pumping down, nearly blind eyes wide in terror, whimpering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 17:48:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin frowned. He grabbed Etienne's shirt and jerked him toward him. He would not tolerate Etienne's antics. Not now. He had forced an injury on himself much larger than Acelin ever would have placed on him. <br><br>"Listen to me Etienne!" <br><br>Acelin's tone was fierce and commanding. <br><br>"You are bleeding out now because you struggled. You will die soon."<br><br>He laid Etienne on his lap as the young man became weaker and weaker with the loss of his blood.<br><br>"Do you want to live, be young forever. Do you want to be strong? Do you want to see again?"<br><br>He stroked his now bloody fingers through his hair.<br><br>"I can save you, make you like me. All I need is a promise, you swear yourself to me. Promise you will be mine...my campanion for eternity."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 18:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No!" Etienne wailed, swallowing hard, eyes going eerily glassy. "I don't want to be what you are! I don't want to be a monster!" He beat his hands against Acelin's chest but it didn't do him much good. "Just make me stop bleeding! Shut the wound! I don't want...I don't want..." <br><br>His words became slurred, shutting his eyes, shaking his head. He was trying to steady his breathing. He wasn't certain if he could, though. He...he hurt, all over, especially from his neck. <br><br>He let his head loll to the side, blood pumping down the front of his ivory shirt. <br><br>"I just want...I want to go back home..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 18:20:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tears sprang to his eyes. What had he done? Monster? Monster...yes, he was a monster... He had taken someone as beautiful as Etienne and look what he had done. He had ruined him, destroied him, killed him. He gasped as though breathing was hard for him. His lips trembled as he stared down at the precious youth that laid in his arms so helplessly.<br><br>He had lost too much blood. He would not live even if Acelin posessed some magic to close such a wound. The only way for Etienne to survive was for Acelin to change him. Then, Etienne's own body would regenerate. Etienne was likely to hate him for what he did next...<br><br>Acelin ripped open his own wrist and forced it to Etienne's lips.<br><br>"DRINK!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 18:28:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No!" Etienne screamed, thrashing, Acelin's blood smearing over his chin and neck. The man's blood poured down his throat and at first he tried to spit it out, smearing blood all over the carriage. The carriage looked like something had been gutted in it. Blood was smeared over the walls, small fingerprints from Etienne clear on the upholstery, huge swatches and swathes of blood under his dark head. His hair was matted with his own blood and now the carriage was being smeared with both Acelin's and his own.<br><br>His eyes were cloudy and his body took over, accepting Acelin's blood into his body until he was stuffed with it, the change beginning to take place. His wounds began slowly knitting closed, body going limp, arching in pain. he could feel his body dying and being reborn. <br><br>Bloody foam rose from his lips and his whole body jerked as his heart stopped and began to run on foreign blood. <br><br>He was turning into a vampire. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 18:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By instinct the driver had turned the carriage around and made quick time back to the mansion at the sounds heard from beneath him in the carriage. He was no fool to what his Lord was likely doing. He also knew that it had to be hidden. This carriage would now have to be burned. It was the only way to protect Lord Acelin from those who would not understand.<br><br>Acelin turned away from Etienne as the change began. He felt terrible. This was not how he had imagined this would happen. When the carriage stopped, he just sat there. He stared at a bloody wall. A heavy sigh passed from his lips as tears rolled down his pale cheeks. He never should have asked Etienne to stay with him. Now, there was no going back.<br><br>Finally, he dared look at the courtier as the change concluded. Acelin's wrist had mended itself. So he was no longer bleeding. Though, at that particular moment Acelin did not care. He couldn't care for himself after the pain and torment he had just brought on Etienne.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 23:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne lay crumpled upon his bench in the carriage. As they headed back towards the mansion in the woods where it was kept Etienne began to stir, laying there as his eyes slowly opened, taking in the darkness around him. His eyesight had not fully repaired itself but his vision was notably less blurry. He could see a bit more, at least. He could see enough that he wasn't effectively blind, though his vision was still extremely blurry. His wounds had healed and he lay in a crumpled heap of blood and gold and ivory. <br><br>"What..." he swallowed, turning his head, "What am I?"<br><br>The pain in his voice made it raw, thick, horrified. He did not want to be whatever he was. He wanted to go back to leading the life that he usually led. He couldn't bear being whatever it was that he had been made into.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 23:58:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A monster..."<br><br>Pain and anger was evident in Acelin's own voice. The majority of it was toward himself. He again looked away and this time he stood. He threw the door open to the carriage and stepped out. He threw his coat and shirt off as he walked in to the mansion. A servant picked them up behind him while others attended to helping Etienne inside. <br><br>Acelin could not deal with Etienne's insecurities, not when he was overwhelmed with his own. Next to go where his boots. He walked across the marble floor bare foot and then up the stairs. There was a servant following the trail he left, cleaning it from sight. <br><br>In his room, Acelin slammed the door behind him. He moved to his bathroom and removed the remainer of his clothing while he waited for a servant to come and help him with a bath in order to get all of the blood from his light colored hair before it stained. His clothes were ruined, another thing that would be burned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 00:05:07</strong>
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				All Etienne knew was that something had changed and he was so very...so very hungry. He didn't understand where Acelin was going and as the older man finally made his way up the stairs he screamed, howling after him in terror and anger, no words to describe what it was that he was feeling. "What did you do to me?" Etienne screamed, his screams so loud his voice went horse, howling. "What am I? What have you done?" He threw his head back and screamed once more, long, loud, horrified.<br><br>He thrashed and did his best to escape the servants that were around him, "Let me go! Let me go home! I command you to take me home!" Etienne's screams tore through the great halls of the house and he threw himself away from the servants so that he was on the floor. <br><br>His knees hit the ground, hard, and he howled. <br><br>He hated this. He couldn't bear this. He couldn't be whatever fanged, horrible thing the other man was, biting his bottom lip so hard that it ached. <br><br>"Change me back!" his voice went hoarse with screams and then he began to sob, burying his head in his arms, shaking, "Change me back..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 00:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin frowned as he heard the screams. He threw a robe around himself and walked just to the top of the stairs. <br><br>"I do not control time dear Etienne. What is done, is done. There is no going back...no going home. You are a slave to this curse, same as I. Forced now in to a double life. On the surface clean and whole..."<br><br>Slowly the lord decended the stairs, coming just to the bottom. His hand rested on the banister as he looked at Etienne.<br><br>"Just under neath, wet and messy, sticky blood. We yearn for it, need it, crave it. Souless destructive creatures we are. Lurking in the dark, around a corner and some times in plain sight...we are damned creatures. Cursed creatures. Forever lost to the darkness and never to feel the light on our cold bodies again."<br><br>He lowered himself on a step and sighed heavily. He would give anything now to turn back and never had even met Etienne. What if he had never gone to that party? Acelin lowered his head, new tears forming in his eyes. <br><br>"Never shall you hold the power to command me...as I am now forced to do to you."<br><br>Acelin was Etienne's sire, his master now. He would listen, even if forced through Acelin's mental will.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 00:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me go," he whimpered, "Let me go. Why did you...why did you do this?" His arms wrapped around himself and he buried his head in his knees, brilliant red hair foaming out, still matted with blood. He held himself close, using his own arms for comfort, sobs becoming increasingly more plaintive. <br><br>He was terrified. He was young, and terrified, and still couldn't see as clearly as he thought he should have if he was going to drink other people's blood. He assumed he would be the same as Acelin, whatever that was. <br><br>He tilted his head up but was clearly absolutely miserable. <br><br>His face was smeared with tears, hands shaking, breathing so unstable that he looked like he might just pass out. He began to shake violently. <br><br>He turned, then, turning onto his knees, promptly beginning to vomit. <br><br>All that came up was blood. Horrified, he scrambled backwards, the blood smearing under his hands and leaving streaks on the marble floor.<br><br>"Take me home," he cried out, "Please, take me home! Let me see my father!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:05:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are out of control Etienne. If I let you go and your hunger...your lust for blood becomes too strong you will truely become the monster you fear."<br><br>Acelin stood and walked toward him, slowly. He gripped his shoulder and brought him to his knees. He gave him no choice as he dragged him up the stairs, kicking and screaming if need be. He dragged him in to his chambers where a bath was waiting. <br><br>"Right now we need to get you cleaned up. You need to calm down. Then, only then will I continue any form of conversation with you."<br><br>Acelin was very disapointed as he looked in to his eyes. He had hoped it would have cleared his vision more than this. A blind vampire was worse than a blind human. He could not see to catch his prey. He would essentually either bite everything he came in contact with, or starve. Acelin had only mad a bad situation worse.<br><br>He turned and left him there. He walked to his own chambers where he had a bath waiting for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne screamed and thrashed but was taken upstairs and then dropped to the bathtub. He screamed, again, then buried his head in his knees. "Wait-" he whispered, "Wait!" Etienne screamed the last word, terrified by being left alone now, even if Acelin was the one who was there to help him. Even though he had been the one to turn him. He was terrified, overwhelmed, and he began to shake slightly. <br><br>"Please," he whispered, "Please come back. Please come back...help me get clean..." he shut his eyes more firmly and let his head drop forwards, dark hair sliding in front of his face. He would spend his eternity with a blur of colors for vision and the constant need to hunt to feed himself. <br><br>"Help me," he whispered, sounding as though he were breaking all over again.<br><br>The idea of being helped by Acelin was repulsive, but not as repulsive as the idea of being left alone. <br><br>He couldn't be left alone when everything was changing and he was so very hungry, and so scared that he wasn't sure he could keep breathing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:31:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin sighed. Before he even could get out of the bathroom, Etienne was calling him back and begging for his help. He turned again and looked down at Etienne. He frowned and dropped to his knees by the tub. He could feel the repulsion radiating off of the young courtier. He didn't touch him. He rested his arms on the side of the tub.<br><br>"I did not mean for this to happen Etienne. I just...I could not resist. The temptation was too strong. The need...the want to have you."<br><br>He frowned and finally reached forward, helping Etienne out of the wet and bloody clothes. He laid them where they could dry and then be burned later. Then, returned to Etienne's side. He leaned him back in the tub to wash his hair. His beautiful red hair. He looked down at him. Who knew, maybe in time...as Etienne became stronger that last bit of blur would fade away. Only time could tell.<br><br>"You have no idea how loney..."<br><br>He shook his head and became silent. Etienne would not care. All he cared about was he had been changed to a monster as he had said. It hurt, being called such a thing. However, to know that it was true and to know he had forced this on Etienne, that hurt even more. He could not help as the tears rolled down his cheeks while he bathed the young man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 02:34:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne was...numb. He sat, quietly, looking down at the water that was drained and refilled once his body had been washed clean of the blood that had been smeared. The blood that was so very heavily smeared all over it. He shivered slightly and shut his eyes, letting his body be washed clean, shaking his head. There was no excuse for what had been done to him.<br><br>Yet...yet he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. he would have to accept what had been done to him.<br><br>"I'll never see my family again?" Etienne asked, a note of hysteria rising in his voice, "I'll never be able to see my father? I know he was strict...but...but he didn't even want to send me to court, and to just...to just disappear...oh, God, I have to see him again, please..." <br><br>The tears fell thick, and fast, his whole body shaking. He couldn't move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 02:46:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin could feel his pain, connected to him. His mind was so chaotic. It was maddening. He reached up and gripped Etienne's face. <br><br>"Please, Etienne...for both our sakes...calm down. Your making me crazy!"<br><br>He stared at him, his eyes wide with the hysteria going through Etienne's head. He was afraid of what would happen if Etienne went to see his family. However, knew it may be the only way to calm him. He sighed and nodded in the end. <br><br>"Alright, yes. I will take you to see your family."<br><br>He stroked Etienne's face gently, "However, you can not act like this. You can not tell them what has happened. They won't understand. No one ever understands. No one cares. If they know they will turn from you, banish you and even hunt you down with the intent to hurt."<br><br>He took Etienne's hands and pulled him out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around him and dried his hair with another towel. He tried not to touch him too much. Acelin was still covered from head to toe in their mixed blood except for his hands. <br><br>"You need to feed soon, but for now you should lay down and rest. Calm your mind."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:35:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne whimpered softly, though he found himself unable to calm himself, even when Acelin gripped him. It was only when the other man said that he could see his family that he calmed himself, still shaking, sitting in the tub with the water splashing up around him. <br><br>He shivered and shook his head slightly. It was enough to send the wet curls back from his face and to send them quivering around his face. <br><br>"Alright. Alright, I won't...I won't tell them." <br><br>He wouldn't tell them that he had been turned against his will into a monster. Into the sort of horrible thing that their sweet Christian minds could never truly absorb. <br><br>His whole body shuddered once more and then he got out of the tub.<br><br>He stood, was dried, and then looked up at Acelin covered in all that blood. It was all that he could do not to lose his stomach once more. "I...yes, I need to...I need to lie down..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:43:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin left him to lay down and went to his own bath, which was cold by now. It didn't matter. He sank in to the water anyway. He washed away the filth of dried blood, then washed again once his water was changed. Like Etienne, he got out and was helped to dry off by one of his servants. They attempted to make conversation with him, to comfort him. None of it worked. <br><br>He sent his servants away to clean what remained of the blood and went to his bed. He sat on the edge of it with a heavy heart and a heavy mind. He would let Etienne rest. When he was ready, Acelin would take him to see his family. For now, he closed his eyes as he laid back on his bed with only a towl to cover his private parts. He didn't even bother with a blanket.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:30:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne fell into his bed and pressed his face into the pillows. He had been turned into a monster and had a feeling that seeing his father was going to be the last time. He knew fairly well that he was going to see his father to say goodbye. His family was spread across Europe in various courts and he would probably never see some of them again. God. He couldn't do this. Then again, Acelin said that when he was upset it drove him crazy, and he guessed that it was through some sort of mental connection they had established.<br><br>He almost wanted to drive himself into a state of panic once again just to punish Acelin. He wouldn't, though, mostly because he was scared of what Acelin might do to him.<br><br>He had already been made into a monster.<br><br>What else could happen? <br><br>For all he knew, there was something even worse that could happen, something even worse that would turn him into something worse than what he was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 00:23:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin tried with all his might to sleep, but sleep would not come. After an hour of just laying on his bed, he got up and dressed in black pants, a white shirt and a black riding jacket and boots. He pulled his hair back in a black ribbon, then went down stairs. The lord walked out the front door and went to the stable. He took out his black and white stallion, saddled it himself and then mounted.<br><br>Acelin just felt he had to get out and away from Etienne for a little while. He needed to relax and gather his thoughts. As far as he knew, Etienne was sleeping at the moment. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne managed to get a decent amount of sleep. Not a lot, but at least a little bit. He shook his head slightly and curled against the piles of pillows, doing his best to rest, not to think about what he had been made into. He shifted in and out of sleep, sometimes sleeping so deeply that one would have thought that he was dead but other times waking up sobbing, wiping the tears from his face. He felt as though everything he knew in his life had been ruined.<br><br>He was terrified.<br><br>His whole world had been flipped upside down. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He didn't know how to hunt or how to even deal with Acelin. He had been turned by a man who he barely knew, whose home he had stayed in for one night.<br><br>After one great burst of panic, he calmed himself, and sat with his knees tucked up to his knee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 13:20:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin's ride hadn't been a long one. By the time Etienne woke he was back and he felt that burst of panic as it happened. He sat down the book he was reading and stood from the tall back chair he was sitting in. He placed the book back on the shelf he had gotten it from and left the library. He sighed softly as he moved across the foryer and up the stair case.<br><br>Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned down the hall to his left and then made another left as he came to Etienne's door. He settled his hand down on the door knob and pushed the door open. He looked at Etienne with his knees tucked up. He frowned. "Etienne, what must I do to make you see that I am not the monster you see me to be? Yes, I realize that this is all strange to you. I under stand you are frightened." He frowned and shook his head. <br><br>Acelin moved over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He turned his blue eyes up to him, "I understand more than you know." He pushed his sleeves up as he spoke to him. "I was like you once,timid and young." He offered his wrist to him. "You need to feed." He went on with his story, "Then I met Silvius." He sighed softly. "I wasn't a courtier like you though." He frowned a bit, "I had no footing with in a court at all. Why he chose me...I'll never know." <br><br>Acelin sighed and looked at Etienne when he did not take his wrist. "I will have to force feed you if you will not take it." He pressed his wrist to his lips incase he hadn't seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 19:42:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne sat up, the night gown that he had been given very typical of the time, with lace spilling over his fingers and his neck. He leant back against the soft pillows when the other man came in, his eyes still clearly blurry, that film never having fully lifted up. "You..." he shook his head slowly. "I don't want to drink blood. I want to go out during the daytime, and I want to...I want to have a normal life." <br><br>He shut his eyes, resting his head on his knees, looking totally and utterly exhausted. "You've damned me." <br><br>He looked at the wrist and turned away disdainfully.<br><br>He would have to drink, though, or be forced according to the other man.<br><br>He looked at the wrist and his hunger took over, fangs coming out, piercing the skin. The blood tasted...it tasted good. It tasted like the sweetest cakes and the richest meats all at once, filling him up, replenishing him. He drank just a little bit and then managed to pull himself away.<br><br>"I can't..." he whispered, "I can't hunt people. I can't do it. You have to let me drink from you. You made me this, you have to take care of me. I won't hunt my own people."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 00:42:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin groaned softly as he felt the piercing of his flesh. It was painful, yes. However, it was also sensual. It only lasted for a moment as Etienne gave his wrist back. He sighed softly as his body healed his wrist. "I'm sorry Etienne, you have to learn anyway. What are you going to do if something were to happen to me? You would be stuck like this...no skills to take care of yourself." <br><br>Acelin frowned, "I suppose you could feed off animals, but...the blood does not tase as good." He had a sinking feeling that it was going to take Etienne an eternity to accept what he was...if he ever would. He nodded finally. "Alright, you may feed from me." At least he would let him feed from him for now and gradually point him toward learning other methods. He was very uncomfortable with Etienne not having skills to fed for himself if the time came that he had to.<br><br>"But Etienne, I am your people now." He stood. His back to him, Acelin reached up and rubbed something from his face, a tear perhaps. He walked from him. "Rest. Tomorrow we go to see your family. Sun riseis too near now." He moved from the roo, pulling the double doors to Etienne's room shut behind thim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:50:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne licked his lips. He would not argue this point. He was going to feed from Acelin and he would not feed from other humans until he had decided that it was alright for him to do so, which certainly was not the case at that moment. He absolutely could not sink his fangs into a human. He would not put another human through the pain of losing their life to him and he was determined to never sire another vampire. Especially not in the way that he had been turned. He shook his head and curled up into the pillows.<br><br>Petulant, perhaps, but he refused to move when Acelin turned to leave. He didn't say 'goodnight' or 'sleep well' to Lord Acelin. He merely buried his head in the brocade of a decorative pillow and screamed into the fabric to stifle the sound as he realized he would see his family for the last time tomorrow.<br><br>He didn't want to lose his life but he knew that he already had. <br><br>He had to accept that he would now spend his eternity with Acelin. He would become hardened and cold and uncaring when it came to human life. He would become cruel. <br><br>Becoming a vampire had never been something this choir boy should have experienced.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 16:05:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin wasn't expecting anything from Etienne anymore. He turned down the hall and headed back to his own room. He shouldn't have turned him. He shouldn't have bit him. Now, they would be locked in an eternal emotional battle. Etienne hated him and likely would for some time, if not forever. It was very disapointing.<br><br>He sighed heavily as he entered his room and shut the door behind him. He began to undress, his jacket, shirt, boots, then his pants. He walked to where his night clothes was hanging and he pulled it on. He moved to the curtains and pulled them tight, making sure they had not gap. After, he turned and moved to his bed. He turned the sheets down and crawled under them and the covers for a day of sleep, if he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:12:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne lay in bed for a little bit and then when he felt dawn approaching, his body grew heavy, and he got up and ran down the hall to Acelin's room. He burst in and shut the doors behind him, springing into bed with Acelin, burying his body into the soft sheets against him. He was scared of the heaviness his body was feeling, and pressed his head against Acelin's shoulder, seeking comfort from the older man. <br><br>He sought pleasure, comfort, and safety. <br><br>Maybe he could at least get comfort and safety for the night.<br><br>His eyes shut and his soft hair brushed Acelin's shoulder.<br><br>"I'm sorry I was so angry. Just hold me. I'm...I'm so scared, Lord Acelin, my body feels like it's made of lead, I'm so tired and I can't...I can't stop it, or control it..." <br><br>As the sun rose, he weakened, far more quickly than Acelin himself did. He was still so very young. So terribly in danger of being hunted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 10:52:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin was more that a bit surprised when he suddenly had Etienne glued to him as if he were and extention of his own body. He frowned a little, confused by his actions. Just moments ago he was acting as though he was the worst thing in existance. Now he sought comfort from him? He was not in a cuddly mood after the things that had been said. He let Etienne lay there on him, but as far as reaching out to touch him, Acelin didn't.<br><br>"The sun. It drains you. The best thing to do is just go to sleep."<br><br>He couldn't explain it any better than that. He just knew the sun was bad all around. It burned, it made them tired, left them weak and defenseless against hunters.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 19:30:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was terrified. He needed to be with someone who understood what was happening to his body and he chose the lesser of two evils and ended up in Acelin's bed. His eyes were shut, a bit more calm now that he was actually with another person, relaxing into the hard body underneath his. He wished Acelin would hold him.<br><br>He wished that after all that pursuit and the terrible change, Acelin would want him. It had dawned on him very quickly that he had no one in this world. No one at all, except for Acelin.<br><br>He was going to have to make peace with the vampire.<br><br>He didn't want to, but he was certainly going to have to make his peace with the vampire in order to survive in this world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 17:24:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin closed his eyes and slept. <br><br>The night fall brought him awake. He opened his eyes and to his surprise, Etienne was wrapped around him. He gently pushed him off and sat up. Raking his fingers through his hair, Acelin got up. He pulled a robe on and wrapped it around himself. He tied his belt and moved out on to the balconey where he could feel the cool night air. A deep breath to refresh and fully wake himself. <br><br>Worries flooded his mind. Today, Etienne would be going to see his family. He hoped nothing terrible happened. To make sure that Etienne's hunger did not control him, Acelin would feed him before they left. Still, there was much to worry about. If his family noticed the differances in Etienne, that could be disaster. He would have to speak with him about the way he behaved around them.<br><br>Finally, he turned and walked back inside. He moved to the end of the bed and he pulled gently on Etienne's big toe. "Wake up." He pulled on the toe again. He decided not to hold grudges. Etienne had said the things he said yesterday because of his fear and anger. He hoped after lastnight, the young man had a change of heart. <br><br>When the toe tugging didn't work, he moved further up the leg and ticked behind the knees. "Etienne..." He frowned. He was a heavily sleeper. At least, for the moment it seemed that way. He raised a brow and moved his tickling fingers to his abdomen, "Wake up Etienne!" He laughed, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were dead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 00:20:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne rolled when the older man woke him, opening his eyes slowly, waking much slower because he was freshly turned and it took a while for his body to fully come to consciousness, "Well," he mumbled, pressing his face into the luxurious pillows, "Technically I am dead." <br><br>He sat up, then, beautiful hair curlier than ever and framing his pale face, licking his lips as he slowly sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Even now, they ached, though less than how they had when he was a human. Even though his eyesight was still terribly flawed, it was better than before, and for that he was grateful.<br><br>"Stop, stop!"<br><br>His voice was thick with laughter, though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:15:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin paused. He drew away slowly and nodded softly. "Technically, I suppose we both are." He sat on the bed next to Etienne. He sighed softly, "Why did you come to me lastnight? I thought you hated me." He looked down at him. "Was it just because you were afraid?" He needed to know. He needed to understand where they stood.<br><br>He reached down and stroked his hand through Etienne's thick red hair. "I wish you could see yourself. Your even more beautiful." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 02:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I came because I was scared. My body felt so...out of my own control." Etienne shook his head and leant a bit closer to Acelin, needing the physical comfort off someone who knew and understood what they were. He curled up close and rested against him, that beautiful hair frizzing out about his stunning face. His pale eyes blinked slowly, contentedly. <br><br>"I can see better than I could before. Much better than I could before. I could barely see anything before but I can see real colors now...I can kinda tell where you end..." he smiled faintly and leant up against Acelin. He was hungry, though, and it was shown by his paleness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 16:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The vampire lord rolled up the sleeve of his white night shirt and once again, offered his delicate wrist to the younger male. "Feed. You are pale. After this, I will need to go feed once you are done." He was pale himself. However, he could take care of himself when Etienne could not. Still he cursed himself for placing the boy in this position.<br><br>His eyes closed as he felt the prick of pain. In a moment, Acelin lived a life time over. He was often plagued by memories, horrors of when he had first been turned. Some time had passed since his last. However, turning Eitenne seemed to bring them back full force in his mind. He gasped and jerked away from the feeding lips on his flesh, "NO!" <br><br>He slid from the bed and crumpled to the floor. He shook and sated straight ahead. He was not himself. Some time passed before he blinked and the past faded away from him, bringing him back to the present. He shook his head and looked toward Etienne. He frowned at the expression on his face. "I...I'm sorry. I... should feed before I give you anymore." <br><br>Acelin stood and moved to his wardrobe. "I shouldn't be long. You could get ready to go see your family while I am gone. Then when I return, we can go to see them together." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 06:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne took hold of the wrist and shyly sank his fangs in, uncertain if he was going to hurt his lover by doing so and doing his very best to be gentle, shutting his eyes and curling up a bit so that he could drink. He cried out when his Maker turned away and pulled his wrist out of his grasp. He whimpered softly, scared that he had hurt Acelin and so very hungry at the same time, licking at his lips and sitting on the bed like some morbid doll with beautifully shaped bloody lips. Like a kiss of roses on his skin. <br><br>He placed a small hand over his mouth and watched him, clearly terrified that he had done something so terribly wrong, never having actually fed from someone and thinking that he had truly hurt Acelin. He felt even more monstrous than he had before he woke and it showed in his face.<br><br>"Y-Yes, Sir..." <br><br>He whispered, looking down and turning to go get dressed, choosing a dark green velvet riding jacket that clung to the tiny waist. He had been turned so very innocent and sweet and he would, forever, be that way physically. He would look young and sweet and would never, ever be old enough to not be asked for an I.D.<br><br>He had been turned at a choir-boy age, sweet of face and voice, just old enough to start coming into his own understanding of his sexuality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 13:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin's wrist healed over. He hated the look that Etienne gave him. He had to explain himself to him. The last thing he ever wanted was for Etienne to feel bad. Quickly, he dressed in black trousers that fit close to his body and a red ridding jacket with a black detailing. He left his white-blond hair down for once. He pulled on some shoes.<br><br>Finished dressing, Acelin went to Etienne's room. He knocked softly and then let himself in. "Etienne, I hope you are not upset with me. I did not mean to pull away as I did." He frowned and made his way in to the room further. "There are ocassions when I am not myself, when...I...remember things, terrible things. They are vivid to me as though, I am living them again." He wrapped his arms around himself.<br><br>He was not entirely certain he wanted to be telling Etienne this. He might think the same thing will happen to him. However, he had not seen or done the things that Acelin has. "What happened a few moments ago was not your fault. I want you to understand that." He frowned, "I would hate myself if you felt bad because of something that my own demons caused."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 05:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne tilted his head towards the older man shyly. "I thought that I had bitten you wrong. That I had hurt you. I'm sorry that you have bad memories when I bite you," he murmured quietly, letting some red hair hang before his face as he got off the bed and walked towards Acelin. <br><br>"But...but I'm still hungry, it's like...it's like a hunger that's gnawing at the inside of my stomach. If I can't drink yours, then..." he looked down, chewing his bottom lip, clearly not wanting to bite another person. "Then who can I drink from?"<br><br>He was scared of what his future would be.<br><br>He was utterly reliant upon Acelin for hunting. As time went on he would become colder, more bitter, he would come to resent the fact that he had been turned a virgin with such a very sweet face and sweet voice. He would come to resent, in the modern day, that he would never look a day older than sixteen or seventeen. He would learn to use people for food, to addict men to his body, to use other people for money. He would never live entirely reliantly but would bend men to love and worship his angelic countenance.<br><br>For now, though, he was young and scared and freshly turned and he took a stumbling step towards the older man, tripping over the edge of the carpet, still mildly helpless without his sight. He caught himself on the other man's hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 14:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin reached out and caught the young man as he stumbled. He brushed his hair back from his face and looked in to his young face."It is at random moments Etienne. Not when you bite me." He reached down and removed his jacket and the lacy white shirt he wre beneath. He gently laid them on the bed. "Try again, then we will go hunt so that I may replenish myself." <br><br>His nimble fingers curled in Etienne's hair as he drew his head down to his neck. "Do you hear it Etienne? The pumping of my blood? Feel the pulse in my veins? Find the largest, the loudest, the strongest." He stroked his hand over the back of his head adoringly. "That is where you will bite. That is where you find the free flow of blood."<br><br>He would teach him first, how to bite his victim, using himself. It would take time and be a process. He would have to be patient. Etienne would learn. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 05:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne smiled faintly at the brushing his hair out of his face, relaxing comfortably as the older man did it and leaning a bit closer to him. He felt bare skin and felt it a little bit. He pressed his beautifully slim fingertips against the bare skin presented to him. It was cool and smooth and he felt a secret little thrill of pleasure run through his body. He shut his eyes and did his best to think of anything but the fact that he really was attracted to Acelin's body. He had to feed and that was what he had to focus on.<br><br>His eyes shut, blissfully, and he let his lips trail along Lord Acelin's neck, finding the artery there and then sinking it. Blood sprayed into his mouth but he caught it, gulped it down, letting only a few drops escape.<br><br>They dropped, dripping slowly, down Acelin's pale skin.<br><br>His tongue immediately followed them. Before he could stop himself, his tongue was on Acelin's pants line, licking the blood away, on his knees before the older man. His red hair was soft under the older man's fingers.<br><br>"Ah..." <br><br>Etienne jerked away, embarrassed, licking his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 02:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin's eyes drifted closed. The sensation of Etienne's fingers, his lips on his skin. It was pleasant and a warmth grew from with in. His body trembled in anticipation for something more than the touches of fingers and lips. A moan like none the lord had ever uttered before escaped his perfectly plump lips. This moment with Etienne was so intimate. <br><br>This time, even as Etienne sank fang in to flesh, he noticed nothing but pleasure. Then, Etienne's tongue followed a trail of blood that trickled down his body. He felt like he was on fire, though his tempature didn't actually change. Acelin turned lustful eyes down to Etienne who was now on his knees, licking his lips shamefully.<br><br>Acelin was disapointed when Etienne jerked away as he did. He stood there for a moment, not sure what action to take next. He slowly stepped backward, to the bed. He picked up his shirt and pulled it on. He buttoned it up and tucked it in. He pulled on his jacket and adjusted his billowy white lacy sleeves. <br><br>"Am I really so terrible that you must hurl yourself from my presence as though stung?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's just..." he whispered shyly, "It's so difficult. I don't know...I don't know what to do...I don't understand this. This feeling about wanting everything," he whispered. He wanted to touch Acelin in ways that he had never touched anyone before. He shut his eyes and curled his arms around himself, licking his lips, still in a state of rapture with the taste of Acelin's blood on his lips.<br><br>He looked up, milky eyes bright, cheeks flushed. "I want you but...but I don't know how to act on what I want. I'm scared that I'll be damned...damned even more than I am." <br><br>His father had scared him into that.<br><br>His father had told him that any love out of wedlock was going to damn him. Not only that but that any love of men was the worst possible thing.<br><br>He shut his eyes and swallowed hard.<br><br>Etienne needed, more than anything, to be guided by the older man. He needed to be guided and shown what true love could feel like when two people truly attracted to each other got together as he and Acelin could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin moved to Etienne and pulled him up from the floor. The back of his hand slid down the smootheness of Etienne's cheek. His skin was so soft and touchable. He drew the young man in closer and closer. "You are already damned. So what does it matter?" Acelin pressed his lips to his in a soft, slow kiss. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Etienne moaned softly and drew away from the kiss shyly, "I'm so scared of going to Hell, Lord Acelin. I'm so scared of all of these changes. I don't know...I don't know if I should..." he whimpered, curling up within his arms and looking up at him shyly.<br><br>He was scared.<br><br>He was shaking slightly, a new vampire, still mostly blind, and totally uncertain about being gay. What could be worse for him? <br><br>Yet, at the same time, his body wanted Acelin.<br><br>He pressed a shy kiss to Acelin's lips to explore his taste, moaning quietly, shy about all of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Courting a Courtier [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Acelin smiled, allowing Etienne the slow exploring experiance as he held him in his arms. "Don't be afraid. Walk with me, touch me, learn what gifts this new life can give you." His fingers came up to push hair from the younger male's face. "I will help you." <br><br>"This..." His lips brushed across Etienne's eye lids, one at a time. "Blindness, in time shall become only a nusence. Your other senses will be stronger over time, smell, touch..." His hands roamed over Etienne's body, thought his clothing. "Taste..." The soft wetness that was Acelin's tongue played along the tender sweet spot of Etienne's neck as he continued to tease and explore his younger friend. "sound shall even strengthen. Oh Etienne let me help you to learn." <br><br>He moaned softly as his hand shifted down between Etienne's thighs, "Let me teach you...all the things that have hindered you in the past can break you free. Fly with me Etienne. Be my student, my compaion and my mover and I shall be your teacher, your companion and your lover in turn. We shall never be alone again my darling Etienne. Hell is but a figment of imagining. Something the living clings to, hoping for life after death. Etienne living for eternity is the closet to an after life anyone could ever come."
			</dd>
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