You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)
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				Title: <strong>You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:28:11</strong>
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				Loic's memory held the many faces of Aemilia's disdain and defiance, but the sharpness in her words this day, the anger that came to her face, had reached an unseen level of spiteful fierceness. Speaking with the head of the Trenchard family while Aemilia and their heir, Edward, 'enjoyed' each other's company, Loic was somewhat surprised by Aemilia's swift departure. Despite their venomous contempt for most of the world, their ability to hold masks over their personalities was very well-developed, and they had little trouble managing them for extended periods of time.<br><br>Something had happened, either physically or internally, that triggered the potent force he saw in her eyes after they had left the Trenchard grounds. While Loic could not say that he did not enjoy seeing Aemilia at the peaks of violent emotion, his concern and care for his sister were far stronger than such a pleasure. When she had revealed her thoughts and feelings to him, stony determination had crept into his eyes as his thoughts churned about the problem at hand.<br><br>Long had both of the twins tried to dissuade their father from trying to marry Aemilia off. Their attempts had become a veritable war plan, varied and plotted with tactics and strategy, a grand and continuous effort to make their father bend to their will. Every move and stratagem, however, increased his resistance and insistence... no matter how eloquently or cunningly they argued, Arthur had not budged. Aemilia would be married off - that was his final word on the matter.<br><br>And now, with the Trenchard family so amiable to the arrangement, and with much to give, Arthur had become overbearing and cruel in his command. Loic had seen the callous disregard in his eyes for Aemilia, and she had... shared some of his cruelties. It had become clear to them that there was no persuading him; the time for diplomacy was at an end.<br><br>So Loic found himself, opposite of his sister on the train back into the country, silence pervading the private compartment. Something <em>had</em> to be done. Together, they had to take the reins of fate and steer it aside - Loic would <em>never</em> abide by Aemilia's unhappiness. Nothing would stop him from crushing any attempt to impose that upon her.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Nothing.</span><br><br>Ideas broiling around in Loic's mind, a certain violence had finally appeared, both in them and his eyes, possibilities thinning out as he considered their options. Looking to her, he finally spoke, weighing the plots carefully and seeking Aemilia's input. "<strong>Tell me, dear sister... how concerned are you about our father's well-being?</strong>" The words were somewhat innocuous, yet Loic's meaning had become clear: <em>how willing was she to harm Arthur</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 20:19:27</strong>
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				Dulled emerald eyes watched as the rolling hills passed by her window, her countenance the picture of refined calm.&nbsp; The spun golden shine of her hair caught in the light that filtered through the half-shaded window.&nbsp; The visit in the city had been odd, the possibility of marriage had been an ambivalent option for Aemilia, but the escalation of the meeting arranged for the two 'lovers' had not softened her opinion of the man.&nbsp; She could still feel Edward's sloppy, insistent kisses on her mouth and trailing down her neck, his hands hot in the places where he had touched.&nbsp; It made her ill with the thought that the senior Trenchard and her father had struck a deal without consulting her feelings on the matter.<br><br>Shuddering softly at her brother's voice, she turned to look at him, the spark returning to her eyes.&nbsp; He knew how to bring her back to herself, a perfect counterpoint to her own soul.&nbsp; He was something she would have to relinquish if she were to marry and she could not see cutting part of her soul away.&nbsp; Reaching out for his hand, she leaned forward in the seat,&nbsp; "Father has no care for me.&nbsp; Not anymore.&nbsp; He will care for himself and no one else.&nbsp; I must do the same..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:50:43</strong>
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				The gentleness with which Loic took Aemilia's hand stood in sharp contrast to the dark intent that had come seething into his eyes. With her words, Arthur's fate was as good as sealed. Everything came second to Aemilia's happiness, and their father had irrevocably crossed that line, unrelenting in his desire to force her into something that would banish that possibility forever. Loic would not let that come to pass, regardless of the consequences.<br><br>Forming in his mind, his plan wasn't yet complete, but he already knew blood would be spilled. Blood that deserved to be spilled, filial duty be damned. Arthur turned traitor to his own daughter.<br><br>The ugly look didn't last for more than moment. "<strong>I know what we must do, then.</strong>" Watching his sister's countenance, Loic's gaze bore deep concern for the change that had come over her. He would much rather he see her fire and temper than the dead hollowness that drifted through her eyes during their trip back.<br><br>A certain idea came into his head, and he asked without warning, "<strong>Where do you wish to go most outside of fair England, Aemilia?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:01:41</strong>
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				A filtered look of uncertainty crossed her face at the question.&nbsp; She had never considered leaving her home--it was all she had known.&nbsp; Tracing gentle fingers over her brother's knuckles, she smiled at him with a curious tilt to her chin, her eyes seeking.&nbsp; "What are you saying, Loic?"<br><br>Her tone was quiet, her posture tense.&nbsp; Their father didn't matter now.&nbsp; Nothing the man could say would harm her if she stayed away.&nbsp; Was that what Loic meant?&nbsp; If Arthur couldn't get near her, he wouldn't be able to harm her?&nbsp; How could he manage to keep from her even if they were away...<br><br>Far away...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:07:34</strong>
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				An odd smile touched Loic's mouth as he regarded his sister. Though surprises could be fun, he would rather unveil his ideas and bring her pleasure and hope than make her wait. "<strong>We are ending our life here in England.</strong>" His hand squeezed hers firmly, his eyes bold and intense as he leaned in. "<strong>Everything that binds our hands from guiding our destiny will be severed.</strong>" Excitement of a sort was in his voice, too, even as it felt like a dangerous promise.<br><br>"<strong>If you aspire to land somewhere in particular, I'd rather indulge that, sister.</strong>" There was a reverent sweetness to the sentiment, the thought of pleasing Aemilia amidst so much distress bringing a thrilling rise to Loic's chest. They were inviolably connected; when she suffered, he suffered, and when she was pleased, it pleased him... and there was nothing he wished for more than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 14:55:37</strong>
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				A soft smile curved her lips at the thought.&nbsp; Anywhere in the world seemed better than the oppression of her impending union with Edward Trenchard.&nbsp; But if she had to choose...<br><br>"Somewhere beautiful, with rolling hills and mountains.&nbsp; Maybe something that will remind me of home...but not of father."&nbsp; She loved the look and feel of her home, but not what staying meant.<br><br>There was only one place she could imagine that would not know them...America.&nbsp; Her eyes glinted&nbsp; with determination and a certain hope.&nbsp; They could and would get away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 19:54:44</strong>
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				Watching Aemilia's expression, Loic nodded with some pleasure at seeing those pleasantries return to her countenance. "<strong>I know just the place, then.</strong>" He had heard of quite a few in his times from conversations idle, business, and imaginative, and in time America came to mind. That would be far enough away for his desires. How much destruction would she approve of, though?<br><br>Stroking her hand gently with his thumb, thoughts continued to click into place, forming a string of actions that led them from where they were now to where they would be. "<strong>Can you be ready in two weeks?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 16:58:59</strong>
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				"A fortnight is plenty of time...we shall have to be discreet, though...If we raise any suspicion, Father may suspect and ship me off to London."&nbsp; She grimaced, her hands clasping Loic's tightly.&nbsp; No one would know them, she was sure of that.&nbsp; Freedom was within their grasp if they could only succeed.<br><br>Relaxing slightly, she leaned toward him, her eyes almost serene.&nbsp; "Thank you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 20:39:05</strong>
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				Loic's expression lit up at her worry. He shook his head to her, holding her hands just as tightly. "<strong>I will take care of father, Aemilia.</strong>" That violent certainty was glinting, almost eagerly. "<strong>Permanently.</strong>" His lips pulled into a deep, sadistic smirk at the thought, and knew that she would gather his meaning now.<br><br>The question, then, was how to do it and who else would die. "<strong>Fire or poison come to mind, but sharp metal would do the trick just fine,</strong>" he mused aloud, curious how she would react to the revelation... and looking forward to her enthusiasm, even if it was tempered with fear or anxiety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 19:14:39</strong>
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				A twist of humor crossed her lips for an instant, yet could not displace the determination in her eyes.&nbsp; There was much to manage as the miles separated them and London, and more were to span between their home in the countryside and the far shores of America...or wherever he might have in mind.&nbsp; It was enough she could be free to do as she pleased, her sense of self overwhelming any base need to be the mother of some man's heirs.&nbsp; Her mother had fallen to that trap, and had never regained her sense of self, even though their mother had been a virtuous woman.<br><br>"Fire is difficult to orchestrate, poison is too slow...a blade could be easily bought and paid for, none less the wiser.&nbsp; Arrangements could be made and we could be away before the plan was realized..."&nbsp; The smoky, confident tones of her voice seemed to blossom at each burgeoning thought.&nbsp; She was as ruthless as he, but was expected to prove a flower in society while he could sow his wildness in the country.&nbsp; His plan could very well give her the freedom they both so craved.&nbsp; If only...
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:09:47</strong>
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				To her words, Loic nodded softly. "<strong>With steel, then.</strong>" It pleased him immensely to see the calm, the determination, the focus return to Aemilia's face, a large change from what had come over her earlier, what had seemed like death in her heart. That expression had chilled him with the emotions he could tenuously sense underneath.<br><br>"<strong>Do you care for mother's fate?</strong>" As the possibilities for their escape unfolded, many different scenarios and setups appeared in Loic's mind, and he was thinning them out by testing Aemilia's interests in the matter. The servants wouldn't matter at all, of course, but mother would be abandoned or cared for by what he did now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 16:24:26</strong>
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				At the mention of their mother, Aemilia's lips pressed into a hard line as she pondered her options.&nbsp; She did not wish harm to come to her mother, but she did not wish to see her mother's reaction to the necessity of her father's death.&nbsp; Slowly she shook her head, squeezing Loic's hands in her own.<br><br>"Mother is as much a victim of father's machinations as I.&nbsp; I don't think she should suffer...I don't wish her to know where I've gone either..."&nbsp; She wanted a new life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 21:18:20</strong>
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				Watching her sincere sentiments, Loic folded away several possible plans, focusing only on what ended the threat of their father and paved the way for them to be happy elsewhere, abroad. "<strong>We'll leave her plenty to keep a fitting life, then.</strong>" They would be going off with a good amount of the family fortune, but the investments would go into mother's control after Arthur... received what he deserved. That alone would be enough to keep her well taken care of, but Loic would leave a bit more.<br><br>For a moment, he reflected on the nature of his crime, of plotting to slay his own father. Perhaps it was poetically fitting that the death of a parent give them new life.<br><br>Smiling at Aemilia, encouragingly, confidently, Loic looked forward to seeing her smile more again, unfettered by such distinct unhappiness. "<strong>I can hardly wait.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 19:09:28</strong>
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				Her soft contralto seemed much recovered when she spoke again, the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes, but that would come in time.&nbsp; "With Mother safe and our lives begun anew...I will rest easier, Loic."<br><br>Indeed, the landscape rolling by did little to alleviate her agitation, but for the grip of her brother's hand doing the most to purge the feelings left in Edward Trenchard's wake.&nbsp; She had been uneasy at best around the man, but any thought now made her sick to her stomach.&nbsp; And she wished to find a place where no one could find her.<br><br>She wanted to be free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Will Love Me (Anael - Daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:05:53</strong>
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				Seeing the change in his sister, and sensing her tensions under the surface, and her tenuous grasp at finding peace, Loic pulled Aemilia into an embrace and held her silently, much as they often did as children and growing adolescents. There was a connection, a link in them that no other could share, and it was sometimes best expressed by physical touch. Though there was much Loic wanted to... do with such proximity and closeness, he could not express such things, and especially wished to comfort her now, rather than trouble her.<br><br>Holding her tight, he smiled gently at the rolling landscape, finding a tumultuousness inside him, but keeping it at bay. Even if his sister had no interest in his wants, he would do anything for her future, for her happiness. Life was fulfilled with her, with their relationship, and he would give everything for it.<br><br>Loic did nothing to fill or disturb the silence, content to continue it for as long as his sister was. There was still a span of at least an hour between them and their destination, and he wanted to give her as much comfort as he could before she had to experience their father again.
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