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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 24, 2011 0:59:22 GMT
"Oh my dear" he said with an energetic laugh, life rushing through his expression in both joy and hatred. "Oh, my dear sweet, my wife has been gone for two years now. She had our child and ran away but a week later and left me with an epileptic infant!" His shoulders shook with his laugh "surely she could never mind your use of her clothes. It's a gift I give all the well-behaved girls whom I reward while they're up here."
He stood up with a bounce in his step and took her hand with his long, bony fingers which curled tightly about her soft and small palm, giving it a gentle squeeze. He led the girl into his bedchambers, which he now shared with the young Aeodhan. The redheaded child was up and rattling the edge of his crib, freckled face aglow with youth and curiosity. When his glassy green eyes fixed onto Amelia's face, he gasped, banging his fists happily on the wooden bars as he chattered nonsensical sentences with the primary english vocabulary his father had tought him.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Dec 24, 2011 1:29:13 GMT
Amelia had never been one for children, but even she couldn't help the smile that spread over her face at the sight of the little babe staring up at her and jabbering with luminous eyes. She found herself laughing as she approached the crib. Kneeling down until she was at eye level with the little one, Amelia tickled underneath his tiny chin. She was rewarded by one of her fingers being held fast in the boy's fist, as though he was demanding her to stop moving while he looked at her. After a moment or two of watching her with a puzzled expression, he made a mewl. He was probably disappointed that she was not his mother. But then the child giggled suddenly, baby fingers curling in some strands of her long brown hair.
Amelia gave him a soft smile. "Hello to you as well, you sweet thing. I've heard so much about you."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 24, 2011 3:18:47 GMT
"It seems he quite likes you" Bramsfield whispered softly as he picked up the two year old from his crib and sat on the edge of his bed with the child in his lap. "He's opnly juust artarted to walk...soon he will want to explore.. I can't bring this child up in an asylum. But I must. I can never leave. I can't trust another damned person to watch this place in my absence." he said with a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he stroked Aeodhan's hair.
"Aeodhan is my life. He's all I have left in this world. The only thing I have to hang onto anymore. And I hope that he grows up to be a strong, strong man. Stronger than I ever was or will be." his eyes whone with a deep love for his son. Even in the way he held the boy, his adoration, maybe even reverence, could be seen all across his person. "Would you like to hold him?" he asked with a bright smile almost not befitting his usual mien. He reclined on his lavish bed and tossed his son up with surprisingly strong dainty arms, catching him and cradling him safely as he listened to the child giggle with glee.
He beckoned softly for the girl to join him at his bedside, patting the silk and linen comforter with a steady gaze at her face. He was far too dignified in this manner of being to even dare glance at the girl's chest, though he felt a desire to that he hadn't felt in the longest time. In the pit of his stomach was the inkling seed of lovelust that seemed to always burn. Whether it was the need to feel a more intimate connection with any other living being, or the agony of remembering Noel that drove him to satiate his needs, or possibly even a change in his habits, a growing attraction towards women now that he'd been out and about in life and not just cooped up with him, he didn't care. The need was there, and he was frightened to find that he had no idea where he'd end up tonight. His Multiple-personality disorder was acting up, and acting up quite furiously at that.
He'd broken a leech, a teacup, and a saucer already tonight. Would he break the one girl who seemed to show him much-desired kindness?
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Dec 24, 2011 3:40:31 GMT
Amelia's heart stuttered for a moment in hesitancy before she walked across the room to sit next to the doctor on his bed. She held out her arms to receive the child, surprised at how tiny he really was. The little boy burrowed against her side and peered up at her through pretty lashes. He was so young. It was hard to imagine that the doctor had been only a little older than this child when his parents had started nightly tormenting him. Amelia had known that there were horrible people in the world before. But to do something so vulgar to one such as this was something truly unforgivable.
Amelia felt her arms go around the baby in an almost protective way. She hated feeling helpless when people she loved suffered. She felt that way with the friends she'd made in the Asylum. She'd felt that way for the boy she'd loved. She imagined that that was the way the doctor felt for his son.
"He's a good thing to live for."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 24, 2011 3:56:12 GMT
"I love him...as much as I loved Noel...I suppose this is Noel's way of saying hello from heaven. He sent me Aeodhan." Edward said with a wide smile as his son let out a powerful sneeze which startled the boy greatly. He soon seemed to revert to normal with a shy smile. "Pretty..." the child mumbled, reaching up to run his fingers over the parts of Amelia's hair that weren't caked in her own blood. "Pretty" he stated again confidently.
"Would you like a hot shower?" Doctor Bramsfield whispered softly to the girl who seemed to protect his son in a gentle way. To see an inmate responding with such civility and kindness to an infant child was surprising, but it warmed his heart. She really did seem to care for Aeodhan, if not the Doctor himself. "I shan't leave you alone in my bathing chambers, but I would gladly share them with you. You've behaved well enough to deserve it."
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Dec 24, 2011 4:13:21 GMT
Handing the Aeodhan back to his father, Amelia considered for a moment. She was aware that she was making herself vulnerable in every possible way. Although her lover had wanted her to give up her virtue to him, she had declined in the end. It had been a very difficult decision but she was glad for it now. It was amazing that she had been able to maintain her chastity among all of the chasers, especially being as small as she was. Should she do this? Knowing the possible consequences?
Amelia didn't think that the doctor would defile her, even with his precarious moods. She herself had polarized highs and lows. Right now, her mania was making her body buzz with a heightened sense of confidence. She would be alright. And there might not be another opportunity to take a hot shower...
Rising to stand on her feet, Amelia nodded slowly. "Yes. Thank you, Sir."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 24, 2011 4:38:01 GMT
"This may be a strange remark, especially coming from me, but, will you require assistance in the bath? This is coming from the practitioner in me, of course, offering help to a patient if she may have difficulty. I always check. No use bathing if you can't clean all of yourself" he said in a very formal and curt tone as he glanced over her body once more and then settled the yet-again drowsy Aeodhan into his crib. When the child was sleeping once again, led her to his bath chamber, a stark stone room with a small vaulted cieling. Moss was growing up the walls in patches, which added to the cozily damp feel of the room.
He offered her a moment of privacy as he turned away and bent beneath the clawed porcelain tub to prod the coals which kept the water warm in the winter. "The water is warm." He confirmed to her in a soft and lilting voice, the nature of which was undeterminable. He straightened his back and kept himself turned halfway away from the girl but still glancing at her occaisonaly. He found her strangely intoxicating. So much so that he felt he couldn't not stare. But he looked on with an asylum doctor's point of view as well. He had to make sure she didn't try anything, although he strongly doubted she would.
When Amelia was fully undressed, he held a towel to her shoulders politely to cover her sacred areas and gestured to the tub "It's all yours. The bucket is there if you'd like to pour the water over yourself instead. My soap is a bit worn, and almost depleted, but the lye will do you good, even in its lesser quantities.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Dec 24, 2011 18:30:25 GMT
Amelia stepped in and sighed with bliss at the immediate warmth that flooded her with the hot water. God, it had been so long. After douse after douse of being sprayed with a freezing hose, her bones had become numb in order to not scream with pain. She had gotten used to it in order to survive and not succumb to pneumonia after the ritual in the bathing court. This was even better than the tea.
She took some of the soap with gratitude, scrubbing away at the dirt that made a shroud over her skin and hair. Amelia felt the blood and grime come off and disperse out from her in black and red trails. When she was done rubbing the soap over every possible inch, she set it aside and used the bucket to rinse everything away. The hot water flowing and trickling down through her hair relieved the stress that being a prisoner had built up in her shoulders.
Finished, she stepped out behind the towel that the doctor held and wrapped it around herself. Now that she was no longer covered over with a layer of ash, her skin shone pure white. The lack of Sun had added to her already pale complexion. It stood in sharp contrast to her hair dripping down her back that had turned black when it was damp. She knew that when it was dry, it would be the shining chocolate color it was when it was clean.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 24, 2011 21:46:08 GMT
"You look much healthier" he said with a smile, stroking her damp hair in an almost seductive way, though his body language said differently. He let the girl dry off while he drained the tub water down to the reservoir and boilers, rearranging the bathtub to the way it had been. Inhis hands he held a plain and simple nightgown. "If you can promise not to escape when I'm asleep, I will allow you to sleep here tonight. However, tomorrow you must return to your cell for the time being."
He looked at the beautiful girl appraisingly and nodded. "If I hear you have been behaving well, next week I will again reward you, my dear" he said with a nod "As does every girl earn, should she show some real improvement." He said. Best not to make her feel any more special. Other girls earned this right as well, although he hadn't had a girl as well behaved as Amelia since Wynter, his wife. "Now. There is a proposition I feel I must lay out on the table. You see I too have needs. I feel I've been well-enough behaved myself to earn a little something special" he brushed his long-nailed thumb across her lips "if you do catch my drift. Of course, this is voluntary on your part. I'm not the rapist I used to be." He nearly smiled, though his words were true. It had been at least two years since he'd participated in anything close to sensual. Having a son had tought him the reservation he'd long since needed.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Dec 24, 2011 23:58:34 GMT
Amelia shivered slightly under the intensity of the green eyes, not used to having anyone look at her that way. For a moment she was silent and torn as she processed what he was saying. Her lips parted, and a flash of fear hit her. Should she do this? Could she do this, for that matter? She was completely out of her element. The man was much older than she. A sick feeling rolled through her stomach. But he was right in that he had been exceptionally kind to her. Perhaps... a service of the sort he was asking could ensure her survival and maybe even the survival of some of her friends... How could she refuse something that could keep them alive?
Amelia bit her lip. "I...you must know that I am..." She blushed. "Inexperienced at such things. You will have to forgive me."
Taking a deep breath, Amelia stepped closer to him slowly and let the towel drop to the floor around her feet.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 25, 2011 1:38:17 GMT
(This thread has been moved to Personal-Messaging for the time being.)
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 9, 2012 13:46:26 GMT
(OOC: Actually, I've made a new thread in the appropriate area of the forums, entitled "On the Morn" Go there for the continuations)
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