You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)
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				Title: <strong>You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:19:07</strong>
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				Loic's eyes fell coldly onto the peasant girl before him, held by chains against the stone wall behind her that smelled faintly of blood and misery. A whip was in his hands, its tip stained red with the lashes he had already given her.<br><br>Her body was weak, he mused, malnourished by her impoverished life. She had little constitution, and made for a poor choice of experimental subject… she would give out too quickly.<br><br>Consequently, she was a better choice for more experimental and less vital ideas.<br><br>Sections of flesh on her torso, thighs, and arms, were a sickly grey color, desiccated, and bleeding at the edges where they touched her normal flesh. Loic had imbued pieces of her with necromantic energy, killing the skin and then reanimating it on her still-living body.<br><br>Her screams had long-filled the dungeon, since he began the process. Loic wondered, idly, what kind of agony she must be in, to scream for so much time, her voice unfettered by any sort of propriety.<br><br>Lashing one of the spots on her arm once more, he wrenched another shriek out of her, her body coiling away from him, but restricted in futility by the chains. Though the pain of the animated flesh was much greater than anything else, he found it most interesting that she still felt the lash upon the undead flesh covering her, and it was truly intriguing to him.<br><br>But… unfulfilling.<br><br>Approaching her, he took hold of her face, careful to mind the snot, saliva, and tears that had leaked freely from her. Shaking his head, a smattering of arcane words came from his mouth, his fingers digging into her, and the air flashed grey for a moment before the life in her eyes disappeared completely, her corpse falling back to the wall.<br><br>Looking at the scene with a sense of bleak displeasure, he got to work at reanimating her fully, curious to see how his experiments affected the process.<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Pacing back and forth outside of his sister's room, Loic muttered to himself, shaking his head. He didn't have quite a plan, yet… he still needed to test the waters, so to speak, to find where her feelings fell. Given her attitude, he wasn't sure if she was hiding them, or if there was simply nothing there… an utter void.<br><br>Both were disconcerting prospects, but he had to delve in and find out the answer - and change it, if necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jobe352</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 21:44:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>To, fro.</em> An interlude consisting of only silence. <em>To, fro. </em><br><br>Fingers glided, dancing away from foodstuff towards a tome--time's sadism, apparent when one examined the tattered spine, was a phenomena that required investigation. Those same digits sprung back, greeting a bowl, grapes filling its entrails. The fruit disappeared…lost forever under the crunch of hungry molars.<br><br>Shalira: disposition equivalent to the malign darkness which guzzles the earth amid night; a crown, almost ethereal, her mane embodies...each tendril glimmering beneath artificial light; malice envelope both lips, staining the feathery pleats with pinkness. She, without a doubt, was the crescendo, beauty and malevolence trumping all others besides Loic.<br><br>Pacing. Yes, the steady rhythm of feet grinding into the floor.<br><br>Soundlessly rising from the desk, Lira exited the room. Anxious orbs soon fixed upon the sibling, unsure why …frustration drift around him. <br><br>No more would he slump about--her femininity slid into the path, bare toes shifting inward the billow of a dress. A palm, driven by affection, seized his forearm before an inquiry arose.<br><br>"Darling brother, has your plaything upset you?" The hand withdrew, its intentions to flow higher and delicately cup the mannish cheek. "This tension is rather unsettling…We can, weather permitting, find another pet…"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 21:58:15</strong>
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				Settling his thoughts, finally, and resolving to knock upon her door, he turned to find her blocking his path and taking hold of his arm. A bit surprised, his careful collection of demeanor ruffling at the soft hand upon him, he straightened and offered a pleasant, if restrained, smile.<br><br>"<strong>No, sister...</strong>" The edge of his mouth pulled into a smirk, a glint of earthly disdain appearing in his eyes at the topic, "<strong>You know I care not for the tragic souls that come into our hands.</strong>"<br><br>Finding her hand with his, he took it gently, holding it between them for a moment before giving it a squeeze and letting go. His expression returned to one of politeness, but demonstrated concern. "<strong>I came to ask you about the marriage offers father has been... pressing upon you,</strong>" he said, distaste coming into his voice at the turn of phrase.<br><br>To think of their own father, Arthur, treating Lira with such a callous hand. It made Loic's blood sear with anger, despite their relatively genial relationship with their parents. Despicable -<br><br>Pulling back the thought, he gestured toward her room, to speak away from the prying ears and eyes of the undead servants they employed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jobe352</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:42:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh." A flick of the wrist propelled the obstructing door beyond the passageway. "Yes, please come in."<br><br>Oddly enough, past the portal lay a mundane bedroom. Atop elegant framework rest a mattress, quite simple, if not rudimentary. The ubiquitous wooden floorboards continued even here, contributing a sylvan touch to the otherwise plain furnishings. Painting, abstracts works accompanying those of pious origins, clothe the walls--bathed a navy hue that could extinguish the brightness from a morn horizon. Glass panes permitted sunlight inside. Yet, there still blush lanterns, scattered thorough the space. Odds and ends, strewn haphazardly, about a gloomier corner...vials relax upon textbooks, charms buried midway within various herbs.<br><br>Lira sat at the leather divan beside the bed, eyebrows ascending her forehead. Pleats agitated said plane, skin just but a sea of divine misery.<br><br>Tone, as well as delivery, resonated; wicked twang beautifying the story's terseness.<br><br>"<em>Father</em> (utter disdain fueled the sharp annunciation!) continues to badger me about the proposals." Did that horrid man think he might gain control over everything so effortlessly? Moronic bastard. "I'll sooner hang myself then surrender. Complete stupidity. Rubbish!" &nbsp;<br><br>Somber pupils grazed over the elder brother--defensiveness flow out, nearly a tangible object. Nails dug viciously into supple material. Bruises, inflicted right above the left bicep... they unleash pain, the slightest movement a catalyst, a perfect catalyst. Now, torturous bursts implode along the length of arm. Lira winced, gulping down another shaky breath. Eyelids sheathing their exhausted counterparts, she hissed, "Loic...I-I...I hate this. Doesn't anyone understand my plight? Those men can go to hell and burn. Father may join them too, if he thinks abuse will alter any opinion of mine."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:02:54</strong>
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				Moving into the room that he had seen countless times through their shared lives, his attention barely captured the details of the surroundings, noting only what change had brought, and passing over the familiar. The most interesting thing by far was warm and breathing, sitting before and then, beside him. Details of objects that did neither had laughable intrigue in comparison.<br><br>Wincing slightly at the strength of her contempt, he observed her arm, his eyes widening with recognition. Though he had no love for his father's decisions regarding Lira, this... this was inexcusable. Tentatively reaching out, Loic took gentle hold of her arm, looking at the blemishes imposed on it by harm, his mouth and eyes setting with cold fury. His pleasure at touching her, now, was marred distinctly by what had been wrought - how could pleasure rule in the face of outrage?<br><br>Letting her arm back down gingerly, as if nothing else in the world was so important, Loic's gaze returned to share his sister's. She, who had shared his life so fully, whose heart felt as his in all things... almost all things.<br><br>Coming here to find something else out entirely, his purpose had been completely derailed, though he gathered something quite useful.<br><br>"<strong>How dare he,</strong>" Loic almost whispered, tempered rage stabbing with each word. Letting the heat diminish slightly, his voice grew more calm, reflecting something gentler toward Lira. "<strong>I will speak with him, then,</strong>" the words sounding as a threat as much as a promise, "<strong>and put a halt to this madness.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>jobe352</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 19:30:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I will...put a halt to this madness."</strong><br><br>Animosity, naturally, retreated at the whim, wary of the patience regaining its vigor. Lips spread, smoother than fresh, whipped butter over toasty bread, recuperating the smile that had wandered astray. Lashes parted, granting fathomless pupils a glance...Loic. Oh how admirable he was, upholding extreme delicacy even when saturated with anger. What a flawless human.<br><br>She felt almost obliged to offer forth an embrace. Body sliding closer, the disfigured appendage worm upon his lap, then grow lax in motionlessness. Her other arm-- the intimate touch encompassed of no arousal--snake around the muscular waist.<br><br>"My handsome vigilante..." emerge the murmur, cheek snug against the shirt cloaking an inviting chest. Forget Father and every single one of his suitors. They meant, unusually, naught to the lady of nobility; most women yearned for such: a wealthy husband, perhaps the title accompanying the marriage, and a family. Yes...Loic be the lone star amid her existence, regardless if a romance blossom between them or not.<br><br>"Did you," she questioned, still prolonging the wonderful hug, "want to know anything else, brother?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 05:11:30</strong>
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				While the vigor and purpose did not relent and diminish inwardly, his exterior was a picture of attentiveness and concern for his sister. Despite how her touch tingled his skin and seared his heart, how her teasing words struck truth she could not see, he held her with chaste, filial affection. It was a special kind of torment that raged behind his eyes, seething at the bars he had long imprisoned it in, but it did not stir the control he held over himself.<br><br>Not yet, at least.<br><br>Bringing up his hand, he gently cupped her open cheek, fingers splayed across her neck and at the edge of her hair and ear. No matter how many bodies he had touched in the course of their experiments and torture, he had never once felt or glimpsed skin so perfect, so picturesque and soft, so elegantly defined - the beauty his sister held drew many suitors to her side, but she was too good for them. How could they come close to her wit, her cunning, her charm?<br><br>None could be up to the task, that he was certain of.<br><br>His gaze shifted across her, his tongue seeking inspiration. Lira could deftly sunder his resolve on this one matter without ever knowing, and the shift of his attention had scattered the carefully prepared words to the winds.<br><br>Nodding, he spoke at last, "<strong>Has any other harm been laid upon you, by father's hands or another's?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - jobe352)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jobe352</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 16:34:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Relinquished was the gratifying union, yet the lethargic limb remain, digits firm upon his knee. Sporadically those fingers would stroke the protrusion, reminding its commander that he, indeed, dictate her undivided attention. <br><br>Famishment-- a hunger contrary of the lust concealed inside Loic--plagued Lira. Stomach now emit a growl, aggravation obvious in the carnal alarm. Breakfast had been a meager serving…fruit and steaming&nbsp; bread, milk accompanying the small snack, could not curb the appetite. Nearly midday now. A rustic spice invade the atmosphere, morphing the deadpan house into a home.<br><br>Haggard servant preparing lunch could be easily imagined: various pans, fleshless hands conduct their heavy handles; piquant seasoning thrown upon the simmering beef, imprecisely measured by a staff member…<br><br>Impishness overwhelm the sneer, a sparkling laugh its loyal accomplice. "Harm me? Of course not! I simply held back my retaliation with Father…my <em>generous </em> soul knows no bounds." Oh fantastic sarcasm! Never did this mockery depart from her tongue.<br><br>She suppressed another cackle as the earlier confrontation was recalled back to life. "Ha, remember the prince from the Boboca family? He tried to woo me! Stuttering when professing his love..."Lira declare; from the divan, the woman leap dramatically, eyes rolled high to the heavens. "'Beautiful ga-goddess, meh…ma-my respect fa-far, eh, you is endless.'"<br><br>Teeth, twist into a humorous snarl, a mild growl unleash another barrage of chatter. "I'd wear one of your boots on my hand before a ring!" Her open palm summon the still sitting brother."Come, come…I'm <strong>starvvving</strong>, Loic!"<br></span>
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