The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream
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				Title: <strong>The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 04:53:29</strong>
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				Allister De Ville walked down the center aisle of his theater enjoying the dark silence only broken by his light foot steps.&nbsp; The Grand Theater was one of London's more popular theaters in the era marked by Queen Victoria's Reign.&nbsp; &nbsp;The crimson of the upholstery and carpeting was visible by the dim light coming from backstage called darkly to Allister with promises of satisfying at least one of his thirst.&nbsp; He stood five foot eleven inches tall with black hair marked with white steaks at his temples which accentuated the hawkish features of his pale face.&nbsp; <br><br>He was Immaculately dressed in a Black jacket with a crimson vest that had embroidering that seemed to shimmer in the light to look like flames over his stark white shit.&nbsp; &nbsp;His Black slacks were perfectly pressed and cut to show his black leather boots which had been a gift from a American Cattle rancher who he had meet only recently.&nbsp; He so enjoyed the sharp sounds they made as he walked across the wooden stage moving to the rear where the real magic happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>"Mr. Hobbs why was I awoken at such a early hour," he Snapped at the stage Director as he spotted him in the hall just out side of one of the dressing rooms. <br><br>"I beg your forgiveness my lord but there is a lady here who wishes to join the acting troupe," sniveled Balthazar Hobbs the stage director and De Ville's head familiar as he bowed to his master. <br><br>"Very well then I shall speak with this lady if you have seen fit to rouse me," Knowing that he would have only been woken a lady of great beauty which roused his Intrest.&nbsp; "See to young Jack wont you he seems to have fainted in my quarters," He said feeling a little bad for having attacked the young stage hand, " see he is taken care of paid double for the week."&nbsp; &nbsp;"I shall do my lord," Hobbs said as he scurried off to see if young Jack still lived.&nbsp; Allister De Ville put on his most cordial of faces as he entered the room to meet this prospective actress.&nbsp; His genially smile framed by his mustache and goatee both pitch black and immaculately trimmed.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 05:26:37</strong>
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				She was nervous.<br><br>Oh was she nervous, but it was only right to be here, oui, she reminded herself, settling down her doubts once more. The girl, pretty Amabelle, a young French miss settled herself upon a chaise, her rich russet colored silk gown rustling around her as she arranged herself. She was here to get a job, thus the reason she wore one of the few dresses left to her after the hardships of her life thus far. The girl certainly didn't show too many of those physically, but then perhaps that had more to do with the fact that before the wretched chain of events that had landed her in London had started her mother had been an expert as creams and lotions to naturally enhances a woman's beauty.<br><br>Her skin was pale with just a touch of soft gold to it, not that one would notice since it was so fair, although there was a soft touch of faint freckles to her forehead and a few scattered on her pale shoulders and else where on her body. Belle's hair was up swept in a classic style, with a few curls artfully falling, a charming disarray of rich chestnut auburn, that flattered the rich peru amber of her eyes, their shape exotic thanks to her French heritage and heavily lashed with ebony lashes that seemed almost too long to be natural. Her face was a soft heart shape with a small, sadly pert nose, and full, luscious lips. But for the nose she would have been a classical beauty, but it lent her a endearing quality.<br><br>She idly toyed with her lower lip with her pearl white even teeth, her hands settled on her lap as she waited for the man who owned this theater to appear. She was without hope other then this, her parents gone, most of the money had been spent getting her away from France, away from the man that wanted to marry her. Rather this then that. <br><br>The door opened and she glanced up, smiling instinctively, it was a warm, inviting look, friendly, the same smile she used for everyone though. Acting had been her passion back in the streets of Paris, now it would be her way of life completely, hopefully. She rose as he entered, this tall dark man with such perfect clothing, she was glad of her choice of the silk as she dipped a slight curtsy, her form showing that she was not the height of fashion for England, rather, curvier, softly shaped, and only five six. <br><br>"Bonsoir Mr. De Ville, I am sorry for bothering you."
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 06:15:32</strong>
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				"Greeting miss, I have been told you wish to join our troupe," He says taking in her beauty as his noise catches the scent of her skin just barely detectable under the creams and lotions adorning it.&nbsp; "First off I shall tell you what I expect of you," He says holding up a silencing hand out of habit, " first and foremost you shall have quarters here with in the Theater, to save from distractions."&nbsp; "Second you shall be a Understudy until I say other words, this is not open for discussion," He says as he walks calmly around the girl taking in her beauty.&nbsp; "Finally you will be payed weekly for the work you have down that week, and you shall be payed not only by type of work but by quality of work for if you do not give your heart to the Audience they will not give theirs&nbsp; to you," he said as he returned to stand in front of her nodding approvingly.&nbsp; <br><br><br>He grinned thinking she would make a wonderful actress with a little polishing.&nbsp; The only stepping stone he could see was her figure but was it not one of the theater's rights to redefine the fashions of a age.&nbsp; "I believe you shall make a most wonderful actress if you can truly lean the art," He said motioning for her to stand.&nbsp; "Lift your dress to show your ankles and spin around slowly on your toes," he said in a commanding voice, "I must see if you are at least nimble enough to make it on to the stage."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 07:11:35</strong>
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				He had a lovely voice, rich, deep, and his eyes were so intense. She fought the urge to withdraw backward, to cross her arms and shield her body from his gaze, but she didn't, she stood still, at ease in appearance, smiling softly, listening to him talk. She didn't speak, didn't say anything as he spoke, just listened, patient. He was going to give her a chance and that was all she had wanted, the auburn haired female was pleased. It showed in her rich, dark eyes, in her easy smile, that somehow deepened a touch with her gratitude. At the nod she blushed ever so slightly, glad he approved, and she dropped another curtsy, murmuring a low thank you before stilling as he instructed her.<br><br>She gathered up the silk of her gown in her hands, inclining her head downward for a moment to make sure she gathered it in good places so not to damage the gown, and lifted up the skirt, revealing her smart leather shoes, her trim ankles and the white of her stockings even as she raised herself up onto her tons, smiling as she remembered doing this same thing in ballet year after year. She missed Paris. Yet she spun, agile, quick, graceful in her movements with a dancers ease. She was no ballerina but she knew how to dance well enough and enjoyed it heartily. <br><br>"Thank you sir for this chance" She said, dropping down from her spin into a deep, half kneeling curtsy, a feat not most females could pull off, looking for all world as if she was being presented to the King rather then a employer.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 08:09:29</strong>
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				"Truly wonderful you do have the agility needed," He said as he smiled at her.&nbsp; "It is my Pleasure to find such a lovely young actress as you," He said looking over her again.&nbsp; He inhaled deeply taking in her scent and marveling at the sweetness of it.&nbsp; "One last thing we must test before you being is how well you can project," he said as he motioned for her to follow as he started out the door into the hall way. <br><br><br>He led the way to the stage checking over his shoulder to make sure she was following.&nbsp; " You will go through here and take center stage and tell me truthfully what brings you to London," he says as he points the way to the stage.&nbsp; "I shall take a position in the audience and listen, feel free to move around the stage and show as wide a range of emotion you can," he said as he walked down the side stage exit.&nbsp; He stalked out quietly out into the seating area as he watched the young woman on stage trying to figure out what he found so intriguing about her.&nbsp; "You may be begin when you want," He paused at his realization he did not yet know the girls name, " Forgive me but start with your name please forgive my rudeness for not having asked it earlier."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 08:21:02</strong>
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				He was pleased with her, and the job seemed surer with every moment that passed. She felt the fear that had been behind those nerves ease up and away and found herself breathing easily for once in a very long time. It was lovely to be able to do that and she smiled as she followed him, knowing she would be able to do well at this task, after all she had acted for three years already in Paris, but then it had been a hobby, not a life and death thing.<br><br>Life changed, she had to change with it.<br><br>Then he spoke again, touching on just what she wanted to escape. She walked toward the center of the stage, feeling slightly at home here, after all her whole life was an act now. Yet although a sigh passed those fair lips she did not flinch from the idea. To be able to act was to draw on the empathy one may feel with a character, she could lie, cover some things but why not play up her story? It certainly was dramatic enough. She dipped another curtsy, and then stood, paused, almost like a statue.<br><br>"My name is Amabelle Debois, and I am from the city of Paris, born and raised." her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a hand coming up to touch against her heart, the picture of longing, of heartache, her face matching her body's language as well. "My parents were merchants, well enough off that I never had a want for anything. Then a man came seeking my hand. I refused him, he grew infuriated..." she shuddered, nearly violently, remembering the fear she had felt through her whole journey that he would find her. Jaques, such a simple name but such loathing behind it, her voice showed that depth of emotion as well. <br><br>Her arms folded inward on herself, hugging to her the rememberance of her parents, and to ward off the memories she was rousing "He was a lesser noble, but when my Pere refused him as well the order to make me marry him he lashed out. He had my parents killed and tried to take me." Her eyes fluttered open here, the dark color somehow bright, intense, strong "I escape from him, and sold off the family estate and the presents from my parents that I could, traveling here to London, in hope of starting over....." she trailed off, having paced a touch during the last part, sinking down now to her knees, her skirts pooling around her, her hands clasped together before her as she raised an imploring gaze to him "Please...keep my secret."<br><br>And through it all, her project had been decent, not perfect no, but decent enough, her accent flavoring her words.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 12:46:31</strong>
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				Allister let out a sad sigh as her story brought his own memories of loss bubbling up in his mind. A single tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of his lost love and having to run from his homeland so long ago.&nbsp; "Well then my dear you shall have to indulge in one of the theaters oldest tradition," He said pausing for dramatic tension, "You shall have to take a stage name."&nbsp; &nbsp;"We are like a family here at the Grand Theater, and you shall be our newest member," He said as he walked briskly to the stage.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your History shall be just that for it matters no longer," he said taking her hand and kissing it lightly. <br><br>"I have some patrons who would be more than happy to help me get some papers for you," he said with a devilish smirk knowing once in his presence no one could resist his charms.&nbsp; "You shall have to go and pick up you things, if you need assistance speak with Mr. Hobbs and he will arrange some," he said as he walked around her taking some mental measurements.&nbsp; "Once you return I shall have our Seamstress Esmeralda get some measurements and begin on a wardrobe for you," he said leading her backstage.&nbsp; <br><br><br>"You shall began studying the female rolls of our current and next play," he told her as they walked to the living quarter.&nbsp; "These shall be your quarters my dear," He said opening the door into a large set of quarters&nbsp; complete with a large four poster bed.&nbsp; "So my dear have you thought of your stage name," he said&nbsp; looking at her letting his mind brush lightly against hers, "We shall have to have something to call you other than Amabelle if you truly wish to hide from your past."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 08:05:53</strong>
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				[Sorry xp homework swamped me ]<br><br>A stage name, that didn't sound like a bad idea at all. A way to be safer, that was appealing. A family, here, that was a temptation she wanted to believe so badly. She felt so alone and outside of everything these days. Yet could she really believe him? He came up to her and took her hand, she sank into another curtsy only to blush softly when his lips touched her skin. at his smirk she found an answering shy smile of her own come forth, and then her eyes lit up with delight "Oh...merci, merci" It sounded like he had everything planned already.<br><br>Papers, a new wardrobe, new clothes would be wonderful and she followed him back stage happily, nodding at his words. She was a quick study with a great mind for memorizing, besides, acting was her passion and now, thanks to her experiences she had more depth to commit to her characters. The door opened and she followed him, her eyes widening in surprise at the lavishness and the beauty of the room. It was much more then she been expecting.<br><br>She glanced at him, thinking about a name. "My name, it means beautiful lover." She said softly, wondering what English name she could take to fit her. "I do not know common English names I am afraid would you sil tu plait, please, help me with this task?"
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 11:45:06</strong>
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				"How does the name Elizabeth Gwydion take you my dear," He said looking deeply in her eyes, " It has a good English sound to it."&nbsp; &nbsp;"We shall say you have come from the country by way of a French boarding school to explain your accent," He said taking her cheek in his hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He held back the temptation to take this sweet flower deep into his embrace.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I believe it will suit you well," he said as he removed his hand from her cheek letting it trail lightly along her jawline then neck, "but not as well as your true name does."<br><br>"You must forgive the dust and such," he said as his eyes scanned over the room, "Each person is responsible for cleaning their own room."&nbsp; &nbsp; He casually led her over by the bed," if you would please test the bed to see if I need to get a new mattress or have it flipped."&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched her licking his lips as the meaning of her name runs through his mind again.&nbsp; He held himself back knowing that at the current time of the day he would not be at his strongest.<br><br><br>He inhaled deeply letting her scent fill his nose.&nbsp; "Well my dear I must get back to sleep so I may be at my best this evening to get the wheels moving on your new papers," He said as he took her hand in his again and kissed it more deeply.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let his lips linger for a moment longer than he should have.&nbsp; "I Shall see you this evening in my Private box for the show,"&nbsp; he said as he stood back up straight, " I shall have Esmeralda make you a gown befitting your beauty."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:48:24</strong>
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				"Elizabeth Gwydion?" She echoed back, the name curious on her tongue. Elizabeth, such an English name, so sturdy and practical. She did not feel like it was her, nor would be something like Anna or Violet. So she nodded, looking up into his eyes as he spun out a story that would fit her circumstances. A French boarding school, ah yes the British were in the habit of sending their children to France for education. Belle was started when his hand came up to her soft skin of her cheek, cupping it in his palm. As his hand caressed down her jaw to her neck she shivered slightly, sensitive to the touch, her eyes fixed on him. "Oui." She breathed in agreement. He was mesmerizing.<br><br>She glanced away when he did, glad for the break from his intense eyes, glancing around the room, it wasn't bad, better then the condition of the inn she had had to go to. It wouldn't take long to clean either, or to keep clean. She followed him to the bed and slipped down onto it easily, rolling to the center before shaking her head "It seems fine sir." She answered to his question, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked at him. <br><br>Suddenly he was close again, holding her hand and kissing it with a gallentry she had thought lost to this world. Then his words sank in and she blushed, coloring prettily "Oh, what an honor sir, thank you, merci, very much thank you." She murmured slipping off the bed and brushing out her gown to smooth out the wrinkles from the bed roll. "I am sure it will be a lovely performance and I look forward to it."
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 12:34:06</strong>
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				Allister walked up to the beautiful french goddess and grabbed the front of her gown and ripped it off as he sat her down on the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He shredded her under garments leaving her half bare in front of him as he knelt before her and took one of her breast into his mouth sucking on it as he explored her sex with his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;He nipped lightly on her nipples as he spread her delicate lips with is fingers and teased her sensitive clit with his nails.&nbsp; "Let me see how talented you truly are my dear," He said as he slide a finger inside her pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>He removed the finger from her and brought it to his mouth tasting her juices, "you are truly as sweet as look."&nbsp; He grabbed her legs spreading them wide and moved down to lick and suck on her pussy lips while sliding his tongue over her lips.&nbsp; He began to suck on her clit as he worked to fingers into her tight little pussy.&nbsp; He quickly moved up as he felt her begin to get wet.&nbsp; He undid his pants and pulled his cock free of his undergarments and began to rub it over her sweet little hole.&nbsp; He leaned over her as he began to thrust his cock into her as he opened his mouth wide to feed upon her luscious neck.&nbsp; <br><br>He awoke with a bit of shock as Mr. Hobbs opened his coffin lid.&nbsp; "I was beginning to worry for you master, the sun set almost a hour ago," Hobbs said with worry in his eyes.&nbsp; "I am fine I was just having a very good dream," Allister said as he roused and went to his changing room to ready himself for the Evening.&nbsp; "How is our Elizabeth settling in," He said to Hobbs who he knew was waiting out side the door.&nbsp; "Oh she is doing fine Lord, She even joined in during the afternoon practice," Hobbs said while dusting off one of his Lords Favorite coats.&nbsp; Allister walks out dressed in a Black slacks with a tan vest with gold embroidering in the pattern of serpent scales.&nbsp; He tied his sliver ascot and tucked it in his white shirt and held his arms out for the coat.&nbsp; "I shall greet the guest, Make sure Ms. Gwydion is in my box for the show," He said to Hobbs as he walked out to greet the lords and ladies that would soon be arriving.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 06:16:32</strong>
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				She had been almost sad to be left by the magnetic man who was the owner of this theater yet it was nice to be able to breath and think clearly again. And to go fetch her things from the inn she had left them at and get settled in her new room. She dug into her trunk and pulled out an old dress, changing into it before she went seeking a broom, rag and mop and bucket. She was use to cleaning from helping out around the house when she had been younger, and even though she passed for a lady she didn't mind it. Amabelle worked hard and got the room neat and perfectly clean in just about an hour. After returning the respective items to their places or owners she set about unpacking her own things, and to an extent making it hers.<br><br>The room was lovely, but she pulled open the curtains to let the dying sun into the room, stacked her books of plays and poetry on a shelf, unpacked her hairbrushes, her jewels and other feminine objects for beauty care like her lotions and perfumes. It was a matter of a few minutes to arrange them to her satisfaction artistically upon the vanity table. That done she didn't know quiet what to do with herself, her meager supply of clothing put away in the wardrobe already. Then a knock sounded upon the door, and she went, opening it to admit a woman who must have been the Esmeralda Mr. De Ville had been talking about before. She smiled at the woman and stepped aside to let her fully in. Her eyes took in the sight of the nearly 50 or so lady, her face was the open, loving type. Belle thought she must have a lot of children, and her slightly overweight body made her more sure of that, childbirth weighted a woman's body down like nothing else.<br><br>She dropped a curtsy "Mme. Esmeralda, I am pleased to make your acquaintance" The other woman smiled and looked her over with appraising eyes.<br><br>"You are a pretty one duckie, now that makes my job easier, I just have to play up your loveliness. Let's get started shall we? Can't keep the master of the theater waiting." There was an easy smile there and Amabelle felt completely comfortable with her as she nodded, and upon direction, stripped down to her shift and corset. Esmeralda withdrew a beautiful wine red silk that drew Belle's eyes to it. "I had something already started but I think this shall be perfect for you honey. Now just stand still and we'll be done right quick, one of the girls can help you with your hair if you need it."<br><br>Amabelle shook her head she didn't need help. Instead she stood still and mostly quiet as Esmeralda chattered brightly and fixed the dress so that it fit her near perfect. The girl slipped out of it and was sent off to bathe. By the time she was done the dress was as well and so she toweled off her hair and slipped into the beautiful garment, it was off shoulder, showing a hint of her full breasts, flared at just the right point to flatter her curves the most. It was perfect. She spent a few minutes on her hair, choosing a simple gold necklace with a small ruby drop on it and matching earrings to complete the outfit. Done, gorgeous. Another knock came then, and she went to answer it, dropping a curtsy to Hobbes as he asked her to follow him she nodded and went, led to the private box.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 08:46:35</strong>
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				Allister stepped into the Private box closing the door behind him just as the first act started.&nbsp; "Sorry my dear I was talking with the patron who will be getting your papers made," He said as he sat down and straightened his jacket out," They shall be delivered tomorrow."&nbsp; "I heard that you are fitting in well, that is good to know," He said as he looked over at her taking in her beauty.&nbsp; He stared a bit in shock at her elegance and at how the dress showed off her wonderful figure.&nbsp; "I was right, Esmeralda&nbsp; has done a magnificent job," he said as he leaned closer to her, " That dress show of your radiance magnificently."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He turned away as the dream flashed in his head and his want for this beauty flared.&nbsp; He settled in to watch the play, glancing at her ever so often.&nbsp; He knew he must have her whether she wanted it or not.&nbsp; He watched as the story unfolded, it was the Story of a Lord who found true love.&nbsp; &nbsp;While he was away at war she took her life after being given a note that said he was dead.&nbsp; The lord upon returning from the war found his love dead and forsook God and Blasphemed his temple and was cursed to wander the earth forever more.&nbsp; <br><br>He took her hand as the play ended and helped her up, "Did you enjoy the play my dear."&nbsp; He lead her out and to a small gathering of lords and ladies.&nbsp; He introduced her to some saying she would soon be the theater's new star. He then excused them say she must be to bed soon and that he would return later.&nbsp; He lead her back to her room, "You must be tired after such a busy day my dear Amabelle."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 03:54:22</strong>
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				She had been sitting, waiting for him when the door opened and then shut, her eyes went back to Allister DeVille as he stood there before coming to sit next to her. Amabelle smiled at him, inclining her head before blushing softly at his compliment, her dark eyes holding warmth for his praise. "Thank you sir, she was a great help. A very charming person as well."<br><br>The girl was confused why he turned his face away from her so soon but her attention was soon taken by the play once more. She loved the theater and this was certainly a marvolous one. The talents on stage were apparent and she was completely drawn into the sad love story although aware of the handsome male that sat beside her. He seemed to be caught up in the sad story as well, watching as the love was found and perfect, and then he went away, the young lord that is, to war as an officer. The poor woman waited and waited for him, a letter given to her that told her of his death. The actress protrayed the sorrow perfectly up the point in which she 'killed' herself in grief. And the young man's reaction to this was even more upsetting. She loved happy endings, the French lady did and this slightly depressed her.<br><br>When he offered her his hand she took it, standing and nodding at his words, not wanting to comment. The play had been wonderful just sad. As he introduced her she smiled and curtised but didn't speak, clinging to his arm a bit in shyness before these lords and ladies. She was happy when he excused them and walked with her to her room, smiling up at him as they reached her door. "Not terribly sir, but I am very grateful for all you have done for me. Merci again."
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 04:27:35</strong>
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				He moved closer to her letting his lust for her flow up through his mind and into hers as he moved with her into her room.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved with her to her bed as he leaned in and kissed her deeply as his hand moved slowly up her back opening her dress as it went.&nbsp; "I have wanted to do that since I first saw you, My sweet Amabelle," He said as he slid the dress from her shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I am truly glad I waited, you lips are as sweet as they look," he said as he kissed his way from her lips to her neck and kissed down and out to her shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pulled her dress free pushing it down to her waist as he began to kiss his way down to her cleavage.<br><br><br>He set her back on to her bed as he roughly pulled the dress the rest of the way off her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I have wanted this from the first time I touched your skin," He said as he traced his hands up her caffs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned down closer to her as his hands moved slowly up her inner thighs he kissed her again this time letting his tongue creep into her mouth and explore its sweetness.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 00:24:09</strong>
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				She was caught off guard when he backed her into the room, lust suddenly entering her body. She stood, shocked, following his promptings to move backward. This lust was not hers, it was not something she was familiar with. And Amabelle wasn't on guard, no she couldn't help but respond to the kiss he pressed to her lips, ardent and sweet as his hands moved over her clothing. Her amber eyes near molten in hue as he spoke. Since he first saw her? He had wished to kiss her? To touch her, and apparently to slip her dress away from her body. The dress that his servant had worked so hard on as well. <br><br>Belle blushed as her dress slipped down her torso to her waist, his lips moving upon her neck and shoulder; revealing the corset that kept her breasts in place, the stays tight, and the petticoats and shift beneath that, her drawers hidden under the skirt of the petticoat. That hot trail of affection drew a soft shudder from her, her pulse quickening in her throat. Her lips parted, in a soft sound of surprise and then in the pace of her heart hastening as he pushed her down onto the bed and drew her dress off her in an almost impatient manner. She wasn't expecting all of this, so soon, so quick. His words were in her ears but it was the sound of his voice she heard, not the meaning of what he spoke.<br><br>Her body was flushed, aware and uneasy, unsure right now as his hands traced up her form. She shivered, a fine tremor wracking through her as his hands touched upon her inner thighs and urged them apart slowly. When Allister's lips came back to her's she responded again, sweet, shy and eager, his body's lust making her own self on edge with want and need that she did not know. She was drowning beneath his spell of power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 06:53:52</strong>
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				He leans over her placing a kiss on cleavage letting his tongue dip between the swells of her breast as his hands take the hem of her petticoats and slip.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pulls her drawers with the petticoats and slip leaving her bare from the waist down as he drops the clothes in a pile with the dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moves between her legs letting his hands creep up her inner thighs as he kisses her passionately.&nbsp; &nbsp;He reaches behind her letting the nail of his thumb become a claw as he tears loose the bindings of her corset. <br><br>Pulling her corset off of her he tosses it over his shoulder as he leans down taking her right nipple in his mouth and sucking and licking on it as he hands find her sex.&nbsp; His fingers dance along the lips of her womanhood teasingly.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moves his mouth from her right nipple to her left leaving a trail of kisses between them as a finger enters that most private of places.&nbsp; Sucking deeply from her left nipple he works his finger deep within her as his thumb rubs over her sensitive little nub of flesh.&nbsp; He kisses his way up from her breast to her neck letting his tongue dart out and taste her creamy flesh there as his fingers work within her moistening depths. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 20:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Utter disbelief, this is what reigns in her mind as his hands move so surely over her. His mouth moves over the smooth slopes of her breasts, tongue exploring the valley between the twin mounds of her full bosom. Amabelle knew his hand was questing beneath her petticoat, seeking out something. Her petticoat then loosens, as do her drawers and both white linen garments fall away to reveal the pale smooth skin of her long legs. She doesn't fight, her legs parting when he slips between them, his hands caressing, stroking up her inner thighs in a way that makes her shudder softly, her lips parting and surrendering to the demand of his as his mouth coaxes her deeper into the dark world of desire she has never known.<br><br>Her breath is suddenly freer, and she inhales shakily, realizing that her corset is somehow removed in only a matter of seconds. There is a moment of blind shock with that, after all it took her several minutes to get the blasted thing on and off on a good day. Yet he seems to divest her of her clothing with ease. <br><br>But all sane thought is thrust out, driven away in the one moment that his mouth takes her right nipple into the hot cavern and suckle. She cries out, her back arching up into him, trembling with the sensations that are now pouring through her. She has never known anything of its like.&nbsp; Belle has the mind to notice his hands trailing down her body but when they touch against the hot throbbing core of her body, the last folds holding her apart form him she trembles, whimpering helplessly. Her hands come up, tangling in his dark hair to hold him to her breast. She quakes, gasping as his skillful fingers slip into her folds, exploring her deepest recesses with a experienced touch. As his finger thrust into her body she moans softly, her body clenching instinctively around the invading digit, holding it there with the sweet tightness of a virgin sheath. <br><br>The moment his thumb brushes over the center of all her nerves she whimpers, a high, shocked, pleading noise of pleasure. Belle tries to bite down upon her lip and keep the sounds inside, yet as his hands play with her she finds herself like nothing more then a well tuned instrument, littering the air about them with the nosies of her artless delight. Her hands fall nerveless to the bed as his mouth leaves her breast to her sensitive neck, her hips rocking slightly into his fingers in a response she can't not deny or fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 12:41:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls his fingers from her moist fold and brings them up to his lips and licks them clean making a show of it for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My dear you do taste so very sweet," He tells her as he leans down to kiss her lips.&nbsp; He kisses her deeply and passionately as he reached up removing his ascot.&nbsp; He let his tongue part her lips and dance over her teeth as he moved his hands to hers holding the ascot in one hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He continued kissing her as he felt her body begin to react to its need for air.&nbsp; He broke the kiss as he brought her hands over her head near one of the beds post.&nbsp; He quickly and expertly tied her wrist on&nbsp; either side of the bed post as he let her catch her breath.&nbsp; "I can't have you wiggling around if I am to taste the sweetness of your virginity with my tongue," He told letting his hands trail down her arms as he moved down between her legs. <br><br>He placed his hands on her hips as he leaned close to her sex inhaling its intoxicating scent.&nbsp; He leaned closer kissing the lips of her pussy letting his tongue dart out and spread her delicate folds.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let his tongue sink deep in her untouched glory and began to wiggle it up and down within.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pulled his tongue almost all the way out of her as he began to move his head back and forth letting his mustache brush over her clitoris as his tongue went from one lip to the other.&nbsp; He ran his tongue up along he moist folds to flick it up and down over her clitoris a few times before return it to scoop more of her sweet nectar from her honey pot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 04:50:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cheeks catch fire watching him taste her upon his fingers, she worries her lower lip with her teeth as he looks at her with such intense eyes. When he kisses her she can taste herself upon his lips and that causes her blush to deepen, a flush spreading through her whole body as she once again sinks into the mastery of his kiss. <br><br>She felt light headed, unable to breath as his mouth possessed hers and she trembled against him, gasping for air when he finally breaks the kiss. Her eyes were half closed and senses drowsy as she feels her hands being moved and then tied around a bed post. Alarmed she struggled a touch, tugging at the bond, her breath coming fast and labored as she looked at him with wide, fearful eyes for a moment. The sweetness of her....distracted by his hands upon her body the thought didn't fully register. <br><br>Not until his hands were on her hips and his face near the dark curls that protected her sex. Then his mouth was against the line of her inner body, his tongue sinking into a place untouched by any until this moment. His mouth works over her most intimate part and she gasps, trying to close her legs to block him from this surely sinful thing. Yet as his tongue and mouth work she ends up whimpering, shivering with need as pleasure spills through her young body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Embrace of the Theater (Shadowsire and Wistfull Dream</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 08:30:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He slide his hands to and down along her outer thighs and brought her legs up placing them on his shoulder as he flicked his tongue up and over her clit.&nbsp; "You are as sweet as I imagined you would be my dear," he said as he licked his lips.&nbsp; "There is one more thing I must taste," he told her as a wicked grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;He placed his hands on her upper thighs and kissed her right inner thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>He opened his mouth wide letting his fangs elongate just before he slide them into her right inner thigh.&nbsp; He drank deeply as the blood weld up from the bite.&nbsp; He slides his teeth from her delicate pale thigh and pressed his tongue to the wound to let the bite heal.&nbsp; He licked her inner thigh clean of her blood as he let her thighs slip from his shoulders. 
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