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Post by mirathomas on Sept 15, 2011 4:17:13 GMT
Mira wrapped the blanket around herself and stared at the floor. She hated seeing the pain in the Doctor's eyes whenever he talked about his wife. It was moments like this when she didn't dislike him quite so much.
Doctor Bramsfield left her then, entering his bedchamber to prepare for bed. Mira watched as the Doctor undressed, eyeing the scars on his back. The inmate couldn't help but wonder how he had come to acquire such markings; he seemed to live a privileged life so how could he be so scarred?
Mira walked slowly into the bedchamber, stopping on the side of the bed opposite of the Doctor. "Where am I to sleep?" she asked softly.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 15, 2011 18:32:15 GMT
"That's your choice my dear. The bed is quite large enough to accommodate the both of us, and you're much smaller than Wynter, if you'd wish to sleep in my bed. I won't bother you" he said softly, shrugging on a long cotton dressing gown over his naked and still quite strong body. He couldn't deny he was too thin, or that he was too old, but his body wasn't what most expected. He could put up a fight for sure, if his new companion was finicky.
"Stay up if you like, but I'm going to sleep" he whispered, sliding under his soft velvet sheets and tucking his tired, sorrowful face into the pillow, taking a deep, shivering breath and preparing himself for the deep sleep to carry him away for the night
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Post by mirathomas on Sept 19, 2011 3:39:32 GMT
Mira watched the Doctor slip into a deep sleep and, for a moment, contemplated killing him; wrapping the chain that bound her to the wall around his neck and pulling it tightly until he stopped breathing. She stared at him for a moment more before she slipped under the covers next to him.
The inmate had not slept in a real bed since she arrived at the Asylum; even when she lived with her husband, their bed was no where near this nice. Mira laid on the very edge of the bed, as far away from the Doctor as possible. Her body sank into the velvet sheets and, before she knew it, she was sound asleep.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 19, 2011 18:35:21 GMT
Morning came early for Doctor Bramsfield, and he grumbled dejectedly as he shuffled from his bed and towards the wash basin on the opposite side of the room. He rubbed his aching green eyes and turned briefly towards Mira, perhaps through habit of checking on his wife.
He washed his gaunt, pale face and brierly cleaned his body, victim of being far too clean and far too vain for his own good. He turned his gaze once again upon Mira's sleeping form. He approached her softly, brushing her face with his long fingernails, and sighed. He shuffled sleepily towards the fresh tray of tea and pastries that Vaudier had made for him each morning, and snatched up a fairly nice-sized crumpet, setting it on the small bedside table near her head with a fresh cup of hot tea
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Post by mirathomas on Sept 28, 2011 21:15:01 GMT
[OOC: I'm so sorry that it's been taking me forever to respond; I've been working a lot lately.]
Mira twitched slightly in her sleep as the Doctor brushed his fingers along her face. Moments later, the smell of tea and crumpets pulled Mira into the waking world completely. Her eyes flickered open. She was surprised at the sight that greeted her; a large crumpet and a still streaming cup of tea.
The inmate sat up right in the bed before reaching for the cup of tea. "Thank you, Master," Mira said as she sipped the warm liquid.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 28, 2011 22:46:52 GMT
(Hey, it's cool :3 I completely understand! Good to hear from you ^_^)
Despite his longing to reply in much more of a flirtatious tone, he found he could not answer with more than a "you're welcome." His cool green eyes were filled with sorrow this morning, and he couldn't contain the aching in his voice. The ever-plaguing desperation to know the whereabouts of his wife and children was yet again taking a toll on his mood. He'd never felt so attached to another being than he did to his two beautiful offspring, the only fruit of his loin, whom had been robbed from him even before birth. The only notion he had left of the genetic legacy he'd had only one fleeting opportunity to pass on were the fresh scars along his inner forearm, self-inflicted upon each lamentation of his lost love.
"There's a fresh pair of stockings, but all the shifts are in use. You'll have to either go naked or live in a dirty shift for a day or so" he said with a touch of bitterness in his high but gruff voice.
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Post by mirathomas on Oct 5, 2011 0:43:45 GMT
Mira greedily ate her crumpet, catching the falling crumbs in her free hand in-order to keep them off of the bed cover. Mira watched the Doctor curiously as he became lost in thought. She really did feel bad for the man; his wife had taken everything from him. Doctor Bramsfield's voice slashed through Mira's thoughts; at the mention of fresh stockings Mira's eyes light up.
"A fresh pair of stockings would be lovey, Master, thank you." Mira didn't mind walking around in her dirty shift for a little while longer; she certainly was not going to walk around naked.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Oct 5, 2011 18:22:58 GMT
He walked from his room once again, returning in mere moments with her stockings and tossing them to her side on the bed "There we are" he mumbles blankly and shuffles out to his desk to do some work
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