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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 9, 2012 13:59:18 GMT
-Picking up from "First Encounter With the Suck-Faces"-
On the bright and sunny morn, the Doctor woke with a start as his child wailed from the crib. Much to his surprise, a tall woman stood over Aeodhan, watching him like a hawk. Her scraggly auburn hair fell in erratically crazy ringlets of varying width, and her eyes shone steely emerald. Her face was plump and rounded to match her wide body, whichgave her the appearance of a stout woman who had been stretched upward and out, like a doll manufactured in a larger size. Her body was cloaked in pure white, bright as snow despite her otherwise deteriorated appearance.
"Mother...?" Doctor Bramsfield rose to his feet, ignoring the bitter cold of the wooden floor to register who was standing before him. Surely enough, it was indeed his mother residing before him over the child's bed, hands encroaching on the toddler's pale neck. The innocent being let out a loud and agonized screech as the woman's decrepit hands closed in about his airway, which broke the shriek mid-stream into a horrible burble. Edward found he could not move, though he could see the entire event happening in vivid detail. Contradictory to the style of death his beautiful son had suffered, there seemed to be blood flowing heavily from the bassinet in which he lay.
"Aeodhan!!" Came the ragged screech of the aging man as he finally regained the ability to move. His mother stood there cackling over the corpse of his child, oblivious to her own son running towards her with fury and rage. His knees buckled before the beautifully crafted bed, just beside his mother, and the proud man toppled to the floor, into the warm and sticky blood that was forming a rapidly expanding puddle about them. As he stared up through the splashes of blood over his eyes, he watched the crazy red of his mother's wild hair fade into the oncoming darkness that swallowed him as he reached helplessly for his sweet child. Down, down he fell, down into the pits of hell and damnation as up his mother rose, higher and higher to her triumphant end in the night sky, emerald eyes only stars across the galaxies as he hit the bottom of the earth with a sickening crack which caused his back to jolt and jerk.
With a sharp jolt to his spine, the Doctor rose with a start as his child wailed from the crib. Drenched in cold, clammy sweat, he fumbled for a candle in the darkness of the night. The placement of the moon shimmering through his windows told him the sun would be up soon. Something had bothered him in the night, but he could not pinpoint what. Only the prickles of fright crept back and forth over his blurry and bleary mind.
"Aeodhan, what's the matter?" He asked as he lit the wick and carried the candle to the opposite side of the room to tend to his restless child.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 13, 2012 6:34:23 GMT
Amelia was so deeply asleep and wrapped up in her own dream that at first she did not feel the doctor twitching in his sleep. Then the colors shifting through the violin music in her head became harsher, menacing. The music grew too loud and veered off in a noise that made her cringe. Her eyes only opened when Bramsfield's body jerked beneath her. She felt him rise quickly out of bed. Amelia's brain took a few minutes to register where she was again before it hit her and she realized that the loud music had really been the infant's cry.
Sitting up and pulling back the sheets a bit, Amelia considered getting out of bed to go to his aid. What was the babe wailing for at such an hour? It was not yet dawn. Still, she couldn't help being concerned.
"Is everything alright?" Amelia called softly to the doctor. If he needed her assistance then she would come and try to do her best to offer aid.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 13, 2012 19:01:32 GMT
"He's just hungry" Doctor Bramsfield said in relief as he picked the babbling child up, cradling his tiny body in his arms "Shall we adjourn to the parlour, my dear?" He said with a soft smile, speaking to the babe. Aeodhan seemed to be comforted by the presence of his father, ominous and gaunt as he was. Frightening to most, Doctor Bramsfield appeared to be quite a horror to your average inmate-those who loathed him. But he was relieved to find that there was a growing circle of people who found him agreeable. Handsome, even.
He glanced back to see Ameila sitting up in bed and gazing at him, and he gave a curt nod to signal her to follow, should she so desire. In the foyer of his office, now, he padded barefoot across the wooden floor and settled in the same chair Amelia had occupied during their discussions the night before. From the plate of half-eaten delicacies o the coffee table, he grabbed a slice of still-fresh pear, offering it to the newly teething child. It would be soft and easy to palate for his son, which was his main concern, as Aeodhan's teeth had not yet fully developed.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 18, 2012 2:06:06 GMT
A small smile that verged on the edge of a laugh crossed Amelia's face. Of course he's hungry! At least that meant that he was healthy. Her own parents used to be concerned because of her fluctuating appetites. Look where that had gotten her.
Rising from the bed and smoothing her nightgown, Amelia walked into the parlour in time to see the little boy grasp onto the bit of pear in a manner that was both greedy and adorable. She bit her lip and shook her head. Never having siblings made her a bit disconnected from children, but the doctor's son was hard to resist in his own little way.
Amelia took a seat near to where the Bramsfield was standing.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 18, 2012 22:31:02 GMT
"Oh, good morning" he said with a tired chuckle. When the pear slice had been devoured, the doctor offered him another slice, and yet another, until he was happily fed. He rocked the fidgety babe back to sleep, and bounced him lightly in the crook of his arms, kissing his freckled forehead and settling him back in the other room in his crib.
His eyes were both happy and frustrated, the painful war between emotions gnawing bitterly at his stomach. He cast a glance over her body and then back to her face, registering with a sudden bite of strange jealousy that she seemed to be regarding the child with far more affection than she looked at him. He sat himself down on the chair across from her, looking her over scrutinizingly.
"Tell me, girl" his voice was soft and insistent "Are you proud of what conspired but a few hours ago?"
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 25, 2012 5:32:00 GMT
Amelia sensed the possibility of a slight danger in the air. She had been around him enough now to know that he could have swift and unpredictable changes in personality or mood, but it still always took her by surprise. Now she wasn't quite certain of why he seemed suddenly jealous. The change and show of battling emotions on his face had come too quickly for her to properly reason out the origins.
When he looked up from her body, Amelia maintained eye contact with him steadily. His question was an odd one. Did he find her pretentious? Or was he simply hoping to pull her in?
Amelia's head tilted to the side thoughtfully. "I can't exactly say 'proud'. I was my first time at... such matters. I'm sure that my performance was not satisfactory enough to warrant pride." She paused. "But I am quite happy about it. I'm in a much better humor than I was."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 25, 2012 23:39:07 GMT
"Do you enjoy my company?" He asked, eyes sorrowful and full of pain "Have I brought joy to you, Amelia?" He shifted himself to get comfortable, and beckoned for her to join him in the chair.
He registered the confusion in his face, and his heart melted a bit. He couldn't stay mad at the gorgeous girl. After all, they had shared something so intimate and spectacular the night before, something he'd not planned on sharing. He'd had many a frolick or two, but never something so special with someone so new. "I feel there is something potential here, whether or not you feel the same. Of course, I wish to know where this is going.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 26, 2012 2:01:02 GMT
The way he looked at her was new. No one had ever looked at her that way before, not even the boy she'd been in love with. The fact that she could make someone feel pain and want to make her happy was unfathomable. But it was there in the emerald eyes. Despite her natural guards, Amelia felt her heart stir a bit. She did not want to be hurt again and was wary of getting emotionally attached to anyone. But it seemed to be out of her control. She might have been drawn to fellow solitary, odd, black-clad types and get along with them well, but she attracted people who were emotionally abused. They always seemed to show up in her life, to come to her whether she was open and looking or not. They were the types who had to be stronger, tougher, colder, happier, more bubbly, or sillier than those around them because they would die from what they had to go through if they did not. So Amelia was always kind to them. She listened and was there for them. She accepted them for who they were. Sometimes, she eventually grew to love them. But when their pain became too much, greater than any love they could ever have for her, or they felt that they needed other people, they always left her. Nothing she could do or say could bring them back.
Amelia got up gently to join the doctor in the chair, sitting down with almost ballerina-like movements. She slowly leaned her head against his shoulder. "Yes," she said after a moment, "I do enjoy your company. I haven't been happy in a long time. I must thank you for helping me with that."
His skin was warm through the fabric of his nightshirt. It was comforting at the very least. Secure. "I cannot say exactly where this is going, for I am not sure myself." The admission was vague but it was true. "I have no plans at present. You have been most gracious to me. In that, you have my dearest affection."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 26, 2012 21:46:00 GMT
"In a short few hours I must return you to your cell, my sweet. But solely with promises that I will collect you again in a week...would you come should I call?" He asked, tenderly stroking her chestnut hair.
With her admission of affection came a washing tide of relief. His stiff muscles loosened, and his contracted expresion smoothed over with relaxation. Something lying in the pit of his stomach screamed a warning, that he shouldn't be trusting a girl like her. She was crazy, after all. But over top of all the other discomforts and warding thoughts, she was just the companion he sought in a time like this.
With a mindless coo, he felt his lips travel to her forehead, where he planted a tender kiss. It felt a bit too chaste for his taste, but there was no redoing such a touch.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 29, 2012 2:26:31 GMT
Amelia felt his lips press gently against her forehead and closed her eyes. He was willing to offer her some bleak amount of light in her otherwise dark existence. Being committed to the Asylum had sealed her fate. If she was going to eventually die in the darkness, she'd might as well enjoy some spots of light in between when she could get them. Amelia did not want to get pregnant. But other than that, she hadn't much to lose.
Her lips nuzzled the doctor's throat softly in acceptance. "Thank you." Amelia's voice was grateful and resigned. "I would come, were you to call."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 29, 2012 5:50:43 GMT
((OOC: You know, the more I'm staring at my signature image, the more I realize this is a HIDEOUS picture of Danila Polyakov. I need to scurry my paws over to google or Storm and see if I can't find an updated picture of Danila for Edward with his short hair (via a storyline long ago when he had to cut it all off). You think the picture is attractive? XD Random side-note I guess <3))
With a satisfied smirk, he brushed his lips down the hard curve of her high cheekbone, finding her face warm to the touch. He ran his long, delicate fingers through her dark, deep hair with a deep breath, finding the absent gestures calming and rather soothing. "Then call I shall" was his short response, which seemed to drift away over the air.
He was quite content to merely relax in the seat with her. Maybe he'd stay until sunrise like this, enjoying some much-needed company. He only wondered what Amelia would venture to do with him once she grew bored of their stillness. He could sense the tired resignation in her posture, but soon enough the sun would be upon them and he intended to return her before the chasers realized she was gone from her cell. Maybe he would wait until the crack of dawn and return her by gaslight before the sun peaked the trees around the asylum.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Feb 5, 2012 4:46:13 GMT
Amelia waited for a few moments, just taking in the sweet silence. It was one of those admirable times when there was nothing more left to be said. Her head relaxed against the doctor's shoulder a while, eyes closed and just breathing. She was reminded once again of where she was and that it was truly a miracle that she was breathing at all. Such a fleeting, morbid thought but it was one that made her ironically feel more alive.
Opening her brown eyes, Amelia offered Bramsfield a little smile. Her little hand came up to secure his face in her palm. After searching his eyes for a moment and deciding against asking for consent, Amelia leaned forward and kissed him fully on the mouth. Soft, yet slightly edged with a new possessive aggression; deep.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 5, 2012 16:51:13 GMT
"What a feisty young girl" he said with a satisfied smirk, entertaining the kiss with a gentle sigh. His long fingers found their way winding through her soft, freshly cleaned hair, and he, too secured the girl's position against him. His free hand worked its way about her waist, and stroked softly at her lower back. It was as though he hadn't kissed a girl in ages. Even the thought of it made him feel young and bright.
He shifted a bit to make her comfortable and close, delving his tongue between her lips slowly and sensually
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 5, 2012 16:52:42 GMT
"What a feisty young girl" he said with a satisfied smirk, entertaining the kiss with a gentle sigh. His long fingers found their way winding through her soft, freshly cleaned hair, and he, too secured the girl's position against him. His free hand worked its way about her waist, and stroked softly at her lower back. It was as though he hadn't kissed a girl in ages. Even the thought of it made him feel young and bright.
He shifted a bit to make her comfortable and close, delving his tongue between her lips slowly and sensually
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Feb 8, 2012 0:51:38 GMT
Amelia pressed against him gently, tilting her head to one side. She let his tongue do the work for a little while before moving her own to meet his. She would have to get used to kissing like this. It certainly wasn't the type that was openly discussed. All the same, it was quite something.
Her fingers stroked along the doctor's jawline. She took his bottom lip and suckled it lightly before offering a sharp little nip. It wasn't a bite that would hurt him, but it was daring of any female nonetheless. He should know by now that she had spirit in her, no matter how good a job she did at repressing it most of the time. Feisty indeed.
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