Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 22:00:16</strong>
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				It was raining. Then again, it was always raining in London, as though the city was a sponge that soaked up all the rain in the world. The rain slammed into the windowpanes, dripping down to the cobblestones on the street, painting them silver like someone had spilled a vial of mercury. Atticus pressed himself up against the thick ship's glass windows, pressing himself tightly against the glass as though he could melt out of it, join the people who were running around in the hopes of keeping themselves from getting too wet. Atticus listened to the sound of boots slapping against the paving stones and decided to go out. <br><br>He passed the mirror that had been set up against his wall, looking at himself through the cracked glass from where he had once tried to break it. He had been tired of seeing the ghosts passing back and forth, reflected from the street, but he shivered as he saw the cracks. His father had beaten him to within an inch of his life with his belt for having tried to break such a valuable mirror. <br><br>He sighed softly as he looked at what little he could see of his face.<br><br>His hair was like a puff of cotton - currently unbrushed - the straight hair rumpled with sleep and having taken on a luxurious series of waves as he hadn't brushed it in a little while. His eyes were the same color of a crust of ice on a puddle - white blue - and his skin was just as pale from the years of being locked inside. <br><br>He looked down at his toes and wiggled them slowly.<br><br>He wore a set of black pajamas his family had set out for him, and he pulled over a thick black cape which he buttoned down the front, letting the ends brush the tops of his bare feet. He wiggled his toes once more then stuck his hands out the small side slits that had been cut into the cape for that very purpose. <br><br>He adjusted the black fur collar of his cloak, tugging it tight, then headed to his door.<br><br>A bit of leverage and some pressure from a piece of metal pried off the bottom of a chair opened the door with a creak, and he froze, making sure no one had heard. He hurried down the servant's stairs and back out the kitchen door. The scullery maid saw him going but said nothing - she pitied the poor boy kept locked up all day and night - and he popped a muffin over the edge of the counter into her hands with a smile. She took a bite and shut the door after him. She was the only one who showed him any real kindness. <br><br>The rain was cold - it was nearing winter - and his feet got increasingly colder as they padded over the ground. His feet were bare, toes moving through the puddles, the leaf litter sticking to the bottoms of his feet but getting washed off as he ran through the puddles. <br><br>He headed through the many back alleys, moving so quickly people thought he was a ghost. <br><br>He ran away from home, probably to be gone for days, and headed to Whitechapel. Whitechapel was one of the worst neighborhoods in London but no one ever bothered him too much, there. Most people assumed, with his near-albino looks that leant him a near angelic glow, that he was a boy who was now kept by a rich man and was just coming back to visit his original stomping grounds. <br><br>He dipped between the carriages quickly. <br><br>His pale hair smoothed down, starting to take on a straighter tone now, near white in the light. <br><br>He headed into a cheap bar, bought himself a large flask of whiskey, and then headed to the edge of a park. He settled himself onto the damp wooden bench, taking a slow sip of the whiskey that painted his full lips pink, his freezing feet swinging back and forth, very white under the black of his cloak.<br><br>They were obviously bare. <br><br>His fair skin seemed to glow as he sat alone on the bench, watching the people pass by, watching the ones that had that greyish mist about them. He could see them walking around. One man with his stomach split open and the innards spilling to the ground like grey streamers. Atticus hated streamers. <br><br>Another man had had his jaw torn off - probably in an accident in a mill - and he wandered about mumbling 'Millie', or something like that, as best he could. His tongue lolled, grotesquely, but he never turned his empty eyes to meet Atticus'. Atticus took another deep swig of whiskey. He was a bit young to have such a strong drink as well. <br><br>At just eighteen years old - just barely as his birthday had been this very day - he was still young.<br><br>He had wanted to celebrate his birthday and so had bought the whiskey, snuck out of his house to come down to Whitechapel, celebrating by watching the people walk by. He adjusted himself on the bench and tried to focus on the people that he knew were real. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 07:13:48</strong>
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				The Dragonwick line was one of the most powerful and respected in all of Hungary. They had produced military leaders so successful that it was rumored&nbsp; they could see the future. Surgeons so gifted royals from all over Europe at how they could bring their patients back from the brink of death. They were thought of as eccentric and a bit aloof but charming when actually in public. They were even close to the Habsburgs despite the tension between the nations each family lived in. <br><br>It was true the Dragonwicks had a touch of magic in their blood. It was something that they had little control over. Whispers of information would come to their ears seemingly from no where. Sometimes they would feel their bodies or hands move not of their own violation. The power was scar at times but almost always helpful. Most were happy to just thank whatever spirits had happened to smile on them and leave it at that. <br><br>Edwin VonDragonwick was not satisfied with just accepting that they could do such things. Even though he was blessed with a supernatural ability to influence the feelings of others, he wanted to discover and dominate the power in his blood. His boundless obsession caused him to take the first potential potential test subject he found. His own infant son Killian. For years Killian was tortured to death and then brought back. The tormented soul&nbsp; was never given the doting lessons children should get from their parents. He never learned to talk or even to walk properly. He only knew the unearthly pain the man looming above him inflicted upon him again and again. <br><br>It was in Killian's late teens Edwin through him into death once again. This time Edwin was guided by the whispering voices that had helped his family for generations. He excitedly did everything they said only to find the process killed Killian permanently. Edwin blamed the spirits for abandoning&nbsp; the Dragonwicks. He didn't realize that the Dragonwicks favor was stronger then ever. It just wasn't him that that the otherworldly patrons were helping....<br><br>(http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2006/359/7/5/Fiendish_person_by_feimo.jpg)<br><br><br>Killian loved cold rainy nights. On the streets people dashed about so fast to avoid the rain they they paid little attention to those around them. Here in London he was considered the only true master of paranormal psychology. He ran an asylum for the treatment of the mentally insane. He gave lectures on the paranormal and spent time treating rich eccentrics for favors and money. All this and he wasn't even 30 yet. <br><br>He had his own chilling gift. Those who died near him could have their immortal souls bound in eternal slavery to him. He exploited this power by killing those he wished to bind. His father was his first victim and he kept Edwin locked inside his own body.&nbsp; He could feel his fathers torment as he struggled to break free. The act had also made Killian inherit Edwin's ability to hypnotize others to influence their thoughts. <br><br>Killian sometimes killed those who had information he needed but he also discovered joy in seducing and killing beautiful young men. In doing so they became his forever. It had been months since he last struck out to fond someone. Stefan and Peter were two he loved to keep around him. Even after all he had done to them their gray spirits eyes him lustfully as he got dressed for the evening.<br><br>Seeing the misery across their beautiful faces, eternally young and forever his, made him smile. “Do not be so sad my boys. You may have a new playmate soon enough.” <br><br>He slid a pair of gentleman's gloves over his hands as the final touch. His journey into the land of the dead had left it's marks on him. His black hair was streaked with glowing silver, his eyes were orbs of red and on his fingers were claws sharper then razors and stronger then steel. They were his preferred murder weapon. In the daytime his eyes became a sparkling blue but he still grew his hair and bangs long to help hide them during the night. He was also stronger then normal men but he didn't like to flaunt it since he doubted he was actually immortal. He took one last look in the mirror before putting on his hat and coat.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he focused his energies and forced all the spirits he had control of inside his body. It was really like a tomb he could keep them in, silent and subdued until he wanted them. Each of them had their own energy he felt when they were inside him. The energy of the young men he victimized was especially sweet. It made him feel more whole.<br><br>Whitechapel was his district of choice for hunting. There were all sorts of low lives in the area but it also attracted young men that had little choice but to take part in less savory activities to feed themselves. Thieves, prostitutes, beggers, there were always at least a few potential prospects among them. <br><br>In a park huddled on a bench he saw a very dear sight. A beautiful young man white as moonlight was swinging his bare feet in the puddle of cold water beneath him. The coat he wore was not a cheap one but it was clear he was alone as anyone could be. He was drinking at that and could already be feeling a bit loose. <br><br>Killian's eyes once again looked at the boys white feet and toes. It was a particularly enticing thing about him. <br><br>Killian walked up closer to the young man before taking off his hat and bowing. “Do you enjoy the rain too? Some think it madness to run through the rain under the light of the moon but I think it's expressing that kind of freedom that keeps us sane.”<br><br>Killian took another step forward his hat still in his hands held in front of him. “Young sir, would you mind if I sat with you so we might talk?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 16:38:19</strong>
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				Atticus had not been expecting someone to come up to him tonight. He had thought that he would spend the night sitting on the bench and watching the dead and the living mingle, doing his best to decide which was which, though someone had decided to talk to him. He looked up at Killian for a moment with those blazingly pale eyes and then turned them down towards the puddle that he was running his toes through. The water was so cold that his feet felt almost numb, not that he minded. He wiggled his toes and a joyous smile spread over his face. "People say that I'm not sane but you can sit, if you want." He moved the long and finely crafted padded velvet of his cloak over to the side so that the other man would have room to sit on the bench next to him. <br><br>The tips of his almost white hair were dripping, and as it was mostly unbrushed, certain parts of it looked as though cotton had gotten caught up in it. He bit his bottom lip, both of which were full and flushed and very pink from the warm whiskey, which he held tightly in his hands. His feet were getting a bit too cold so he tucked his legs up underneath him like he was folding up, wrapping the cloak under his feet. <br><br>His stomach grumbled plaintively from underneath the cloak.<br><br>He was hungry, as he had been tired of eating the porridge his family always gave him, and he far preferred biscuits with gravy. What he wanted, in his home, was never taken into account. He had no say over what he got or didn't get, as he was kept locked up all day and night. Sometimes he even had to wonder if anyone knew he existed because when the food was delivered they normally waited until he was asleep, slipping it around the door frame, and even if he was awake all he saw was a servant's hand. Sometimes he would scream, for hours, hoping that someone would come and at least <em>acknowledge</em> his existence.<br><br>On nights where his parents had parties they would put a heavy dose of laudanum in his porridge so that he would sleep through the night, and he usually forgot about it until after he had eaten it, and sleep was pressing over him like someone smothering him with a pleasantly warm blanket of drowsiness. <br><br>"I'm Atticus." <br><br>The pale face lit with a shy smile. <br><br>He didn't get to interact with many people and the shy smile curving on his lips couldn't hide the buzzing excitement that was clear on his face and in his frame as he turned a bit to look at him. "What's your name? And...uhm, d'you want some whiskey?"<br><br>Atticus' voice had the educated lilt of someone who should be at Eaton or one of the other great British boarding schools. His bare feet and somewhat strange looks disproved that, though, showing he clearly wasn't. It was probably fairly easy to tell that he wasn't entirely insane.<br><br>He was blocking from seeing spirits so hard that, paired with his excitement, he noticed nothing inhuman about the man sitting next to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:32:38</strong>
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				Killian insinuated himself down on the bench next to the curious youth. "You seem lucid enough to me, even if you like to run through the park barefoot on such a cold wet night."&nbsp; Killian's pale lips parted in a charming smile that showed his perfectly straight white teeth. "The people who called me crazy when I was your age have all lead completely unremarkable lives. If you are so different I take that as a very good sign..." <br><br>Killian felt like he wanted to rub some warmth back into the young mans cold toes. He had no idea where the other man's preferences lied and would liked the thrill of getting to know a potential victim before resorting to hypnosis. Such a gesture would be considered very inappropriate. <br><br>"I'm Killian, it's a pleasure to meet you Atticus"&nbsp; Killian extended his hand to Atticus taking care not to get the tips of his fingers caught in the other mans grip. <br><br>"I'll tank a sip thanks.." Killian took the bottle to his lips and swallowed a mouthful. He coughed under his breath and handed the bottle back to Killian. "This one is from a bar here in Whitechapel isn't it? I can tell since it tastes like they left the still fire on inside the bottle!" <br>Killian was not much of a drinker, the stuff tasted foul and he always required a large amount of it to actually get drunk. His comment about the quality of the liquor was just a friendly joke though. <br><br>"Are you hungry Atticus? I would be happy to offer you your choice of meal at any of Whitechapel's finest rat holes" Killian said with a wry grin gesturing to the run down bars and seedy tavern houses all around them. <br><br>Atticus was rather remarkable looking and if Killian took him anywhere in one of the better neighborhoods he might easily be remembered as dining together with him. Killian enjoyed a very good reputation and didn't want to be seen hanging around a young man who's body was likely to turn up naked face down in a gutter drained of all blood. <br><br>"When were you planning on returning home? I would hate for my enthusiasm for company on this fine night to keep you from returning to your own warm bed when you wished." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:47:03</strong>
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				Atticus smiled faintly and offered up the whiskey with a soft laugh as the other man sipped it. His laughter was a sound that the wind whipped away quickly as if it were not only rare but so very light. He looked at the other man and shrugged slightly, "I've always thought that if I bother to buy whiskey - which is fairly rare for me - I might as well make sure it's strong. Plus, Whitechapel sells cheap whiskey, strong whiskey." He smoothed his cloak over the bare feet that were a little bit numb. He could still wiggle his toes.<br><br>So long as he could move his toes - a bit of a compulsive habit - he knew that his feet hadn't gotten too cold and that he wasn't suffering from the dangerous effects of frostbite. His uncle had lost a thumb to frostbite and he learned to be very careful when it came to running about barefoot.<br><br>If it was snowing he would only run for less than a minute in the snow.<br><br>He would then head out and warm up before heading back into the snow and cold paving stones. He peered up at Killian and shook his hand, though the motion seemed to be foreign to him and he was clumsy in doing so, his hand small and warm with a grip that was a bit strong and eager to be proper.<br><br>"I'd like some kidney pie," he said rather dreamily as he hopped up, span on one foot, and began heading down the street. He led the other man down the cobblestones and took great delight in hopping in the deeper puddles, soaking his feet up to the ankles in the extremely cold water.<br><br>His ivory hair was starting to drip at the ends where it was becoming soaked.<br><br>His lashes, though, were so very dark that they were like a fringe of black lace about his eyes. His eyes were pale enough and ringed in black that he seemed almost blind. It was as though he had great milky cataracts of that impossibly pale blue that were just, luckily, punctuated by a seeing pupil.<br><br>He could see spirits with those eyes as well.<br><br>He shielded even harder now that he had found a new friend.<br><br>"No, I just have to be home before sun-up. I'm not supposed to be gone, you know." Atticus turned around with a finger over his lips and with a conspiratorial smile tugging at his lips, "I had to sneak out. I'm a <em>prisoner</em>." The last word came with a bright laugh and he jumped and splashed into a puddle.<br><br>His delight was childish, in a way, but more joyful at just being outside for the first time in so very long.<br><br>"I'm kept locked up in my room at day. I have to sneak out at night...like a ghost. People say that I look like one, but I'm far too pale. Ghosts are more grey, you know? Like smoke. Maybe bluish, but never only white." Atticus stopped to blink slowly, "But you probably think I'm crazy for saying that."<br><br>He pushed on the door of a crowded inn, getting quite a few stares as he came in, immediately settling into a slightly more private booth at the back of the room and tucking his feet up underneath him while shivering slightly. He hoped that he wouldn't have scared his new friend off with that comment. "Why are you out and wandering around in the cold and the rain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:24:10</strong>
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				Killian Assumed Atticus was either a boy “kept” by an older man or an overprotected&nbsp; and unappreciated younger son of his generation to his household. He knew he would soon knew more about him, but everything he knew so far only increased Killian's desire to add Atticus to his growing collection. <br><br>Neither of the men disliked the rain. Killian followed Atticus to the the seedy inn he chose to dine at watching him joyously splash his feet in the puddles. Killian imagined what it would be like to tickle the bottoms of his Feet with the lightest touch of his claws. <br><br>“Feel free to order whatever you want, if Kidney pie is your wish then that's what you shall have.” <br><br>Atticus had a joking expression when he said he was a prisoner but it was something Killian could easily believe. Everything about him fit the profile of someone locked up in his room by whatever wealthy people considered him theirs. <br><br>“If you are a prisoner then why would you want to return at all? Do you truly have no one else who would give you a bit of shelter while you gained some independence?”&nbsp; Killian didn't like to hear that the boy he had his eye on was not free to spend the time to get to know him better. It was a small consolation that he only had his household that would miss him. <br><br>Killian shrugged off Atticus's comment briefly to drop his first subtle hint at being interested in Atticus beyond simple conversation. “I just wish you didn't have to return home so soon, there are so many more enjoyable things we could do together.” <br><br>Killian sat across from his new friend in the booth he chose. <em> Maybe Atticus could sneak out every night if he had a reason to.&nbsp; It's true he is to white and also too lively to look much like a real ghost.”</em> Then it suddenly hit Killian that he may be talking to a medium and not even know it. It was a long shot but it was also easy enough to test. <br><br>Stephen was the slightly older and more muscular of the two boys in Killian's collection so far. He sent Stephen out of his body to Manifest behind Atticus. Killian shaved all the body hair off of him before he killed the young man. Stephan was naked as he was when he died. He was still very attractive, a well tones body and a strong angular face. His hair was a bit shaggy looking since he only had started to grow it out when he had to sell hos body on the streets. <br><br>He could feel Killian urging him on. So me moved and kneeled on one knee next to where Atticus was sitting. 5 round puncture wounds curved in a pattern up the inside of his thighs. Each one caused my one of Killian's fingers being pushed into his flesh. Those and the horizontal slash above his genitals were where he bled out his life held in Killian's arms. He had been hypnotized into throughly wanting to feel himself die in Killian's arms. Even now it remains the most erotic memory of his life.<br><br>Stephan spoke to Atticus still down on one knee. His voice was kind but a bit weak since he had bled to death. “Sir, it's too cold and wet tonight to be out alone. You look so different from the other men who come here. Take me home and let me keep you warm tonight. I promise I will be worth it.”<br><br>It was nearly identical to what Stephan had said to Killian that made him buy the boys company that night. If Atticus could see ghosts Killian wanted to present him with one that wouldn't send him screaming in fear. Killian has power over spirits but couldn't see any who were not his. <br><br>Killian knew better then to look at Stephan. “It's interesting you mention ghosts. You know I have a vested interest in the paranormal myself. Do pay much attention to popular science or occultism?” <br><br>Meanwhile Stephan was still kneeling before Atticus his eyes practically pleading for some show of acknowledgment or kindness. “Please young sir, these people scare me...”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:58:09</strong>
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				Atticus ordered kidney pie and popped his flask of whiskey down onto the counter. He smiled brightly and the smile lit up his whole face. His teeth were white and remarkably even for a time when dental work consisted solely of pulling out rotting teeth. <br><br>He shrugged slightly when asked why he returned home. "I don't have anyone else to go to, but...also, it's home. I like being home. Just don't like being locked up. I wish I had more space to roam about in. That's why I sneak out at night...usually when it's raining. Feels nice when it's raining." <br><br>He looked about the restaurant to see who was in there.<br><br>A soaked and vaguely drowned looking man was at the bar but his quiet tears falling onto the counter proved he was real. Probably had had someone die from that sickness. Atticus had heard about it, creeping through the city, starting with fevers and then stealing lives away by the thousands. <br><br>Especially in the poorer neighborhoods.<br><br>A young woman with too much liquor and not enough clothing was cajoling a slightly wealthier looking man.<br><br>It was clear that Killian and Atticus were far richer than anyone else in this bar. <br><br>He didn't quite get the sexual innuendo in the invitation - this was a boy who had been locked in his room for years and had had no real access to the real world - but he took the offer with a grin and as an invitation for something for something more innocent. "Maybe I can get out another night. Whatever the next night is that it rains. I normally don't go out if it's not raining." <br><br>He was also a lot more likely to get caught if it wasn't raining or snowing.<br><br>His family grew increasingly less likely to try and find him when the weather became inclement. <br><br>Atticus saw Stephen materialize.<br><br>At first he was a blur of smoke and then he took a shape and knelt by him. Those dark eyes looked up at him and the bare body moved, muscles moving under skin, shifting and moving beside him. He never broke eye contact with Killian when it knelt on one knee by his side. <br><br>It might have seemed like he couldn't see him. <br><br>The first sentence from the ghost didn't get so much as a blink from Atticus. He didn't bat an eyelash when he was told that he looked different and when offered to be kept warm by that bare body. It did bring a faint blush to his cheeks, though, a tiny touch of color that was more obvious because he was so very white.<br><br>Atticus shook his head slightly at Stephen's question.<br><br>"No, not much. Especially not occultism. My parents already think of me as a bit...eccentric...for my own good." <br><br>He shrugged but there was a tightness and a slight bitterness to the curve of his mouth.<br><br>Perhaps it was the thought of how he received no acknowledgement at home, but he turned to Stephen and then patted the seat on the booth next to him, keeping his eyes above the level of the other man's groin. Or the other ghost's groin in all actuality. "Come. Sit next to me. It'll be alright." <br><br>He hated saying those words.<br><br>It'll be alright.<br><br>Promising a ghost something was always terrible because the ghost would be disappointed when they were stuck on earth without whatever they were promised. Even if that promise was something as simple as things being alright. He sighed softly and shook his head a little bit. <br><br>He looked up at the other man sitting across from him. <br><br>"I..." he trailed off and then decided it would be better not to say that he could see ghosts. He didn't know that the other man could see Stephen and that he would be able to see him respond to the ghost he had invited to sit next to him. He didn't mind being near ghosts that hadn't been mauled. He just didn't particularly like looking at the ones who really had been mauled by other men though. It was a little bit stomach turning for him and it was already bad enough to see ghosts in the first place. 
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				Title: <strong> Just A Few Desires...[M/M]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 04:55:32</strong>
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				"I think there is a special energy to a rainy night that draws me out. Everyone else runs away to get inside so it feels like the night is just for me."&nbsp; <br><br>Killian just ordered a double shot of spiced rum.<br><br>"My home has quite a large private ground. Some nights I like to just take all my clothes off and lay under the night sky. When it rains I especially get the desire to have someone with me when I do it."<br><br>Stephen seemed a bit happier to be asked to sit beside Atticus. When he moved into the booth his expression turned to a smile. He seemed to be staying quiet out of consideration to the two men talking.<br><br>Killian nodded at Atticus. He could be a patient hunter. The wait might even make claiming Atticus sweeter. "Then I will look for you the next time it rains. London is a rather wet place..."<br><br>In the pause while Killian took a mouthful of his rum and Atticus ate Stephen spoke. "You don't have to be scared of me. I chose death willingly."<br><br>"I fell in love with a man I could not have. So rather then live without him I let my life drain out my body from around the parts of me that could never accept another's touch......He thought I did it to hurt him though. I wish he could hear me so could say how I only meant to honor him and never wanted to hurt him. <br><br>Killian spoke up again."Your parents sound boringly traditional. In my job I'm constantly dealing with trying to figure out what is real and what isn't"<br><br>"Where did you want me to meet you for our next outing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:55:50</strong>
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				"I wish that I could go outside and lay on the grass in the rain. Maybe one night I can sneak out and you can take me to your house and we can do that. When I get out, usually, I just run around. My family doesn't want me out though I don't pay that much mind," Atticus murmured as he turned the glass of whiskey between his fingers, "They think that I'm stark, raving insane. I'm not, though." Now, his voice took on a slightly firmer tone, but there was an obvious desperation to be believed, "I'm not crazy." <br><br>He took a deep breath, "I'm just...different, only a little bit different." <br><br>"I don't know if I can get out to meet you the next time that it rains." <br><br>He looked down, blushing a bit, embarrassed by the fact that he didn't have much, if any, control over when he was allowed out of the house. "If my brother is determined to keep me inside, I won't be going anywhere." <br><br>He shrugged and his shoulders were so tight they looked like they might just snap. <br><br>He listened to Stephen, though he didn't look at him, swallowing slightly when he heard that the other man wanted someone to hear a certain message. He had learned long ago that even if someone would believe his seeing ghosts, they would reject him when he told them he had a message from beyond the grave.<br><br>People could believe anything so long as it didn't touch close to home or seem too real. <br><br>"I...I'd love to meet at that bench, again. I just don't know. It depends on whether or not I get caught sneaking back into the house tonight. If I don't get caught then I'll be able to come out as early as tomorrow but otherwise..." he shrugged, "I don't know when I'll be able to come out." <br><br>He looked at Stephen, then at Killian, his eyes wide. The man seemed different. Maybe he would ask.<br><br>"Can you...can you see anyone here who doesn't...uh, who doesn't really look like they belong here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Noire [PaleEnchantress and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:54:42</strong>
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				"I believe you when you say you are not insane. I also think your family is probably overreacting to whatever they think your problem is.” <br><br>Killian was thinking how Atticus might be to useful to kill. The spirits he had bound could not interact with others of their kind any better then he could. Atticus might only have the ability while alive. He wanted to find out more about it. <br><br>“I have confidence you will figure something out, if not I already said that I enjoy the rain so don't let it worry you.” He was sure with help from Stephen Atticus would be able to escape again just fine and if not he would still have first hand knowledge of it. <br><br>Killian was letting himself get lost in thought about the new change of plans for Atticus. Perhaps he would lead&nbsp; Atticus to believe he could also see the dead but mislead him on the nature of it. Even better he had a reputation that should lead Atticuss' family right to him if he could get the idea to them. After that a few hypnotic suggestions and his whole family would allow him to do anything he wanted with the boy. <br><br>“Can I see someone who doesn't belong? Do you mean perhaps someone sitting right beside you? I might say that there is someone near you I didn't think you would notice......”<br><br>Killian tried to sound nervous, as if he didn't want to get found admitting to something others might think him crazy for. It should work perfectly. <br>
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