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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 7, 2012 19:35:59 GMT
Dearest Noel, Here I am writing to you today, again for maybe the first time in years. I miss you. Not a day goes by when I'm not reminded of you somewhere. However, and as much as it pains me to use a certain phrase, I think I may have found another who will occupy my time. Though she (yes, SHE. Funny, right?) will never replace what you were, I cannot help to find myself entranced by that beauty. She's young, and she loves little Aeodhan. Aeodhan is another story. He looks like me, you know. He's got his horrid mother's nose, but other than that, he's my spitting image. So, there's a little bit of you in there, too. I can see the light in his eyes that you always had. I miss you, always. Love, Edward. ( theasylumfwvg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=leech&action=display&thread=119&page=1 ) |
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 16, 2012 1:44:47 GMT
Dearest Noel,
The man who stole away my pain is back, if only for a little while. You see, when you died, there was no hope left for me. William found me locked away in my apothecary where I was starving myself away so that I could join you. Saved me and nursed me back to health just like he's just done for Wynter.
It seems he still harbours feelings for me, be they good or bad. But how many people must I join with to erase all that pain climax by climax?
Always thinking of you,
Undying love,
Edward
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 20, 2012 23:45:35 GMT
My Beautiful Noel, Today, that damned Pennsley thought it would be fun to tie me up and throw me into quarantine. Some crazy woman came onto me. It's funny, my addiction to sex and all. You would think I'd take any man or woman who came along. But...today I've realized you're the first one I think of when I panic. I was scared. So, being scared, I thought of you. Then I couldn't bear to think of anybody but you. To think of her naked, or to think of her as a human...or anyone as human...was hard. What's going on with me? It's been. Almost twenty-three years now. Maybe it's time to let go... (Surely Somebody... with Rosemary theasylumfwvg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=quarantine&action=display&thread=149&page=1 ) |
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 2, 2012 13:43:46 GMT
June 3, Summertime, Age 18...
flashback...
The summer air was damp and vapid. His lungs ached from running. His parents, in all their hideous glory, had done it again, and for the last time. He was an adult, now, he should be free. Free from the rape, free from the restrictions. So he had ran away. Fast and free. The alleys of Yorksford were wretched and smelled of disease and pox. He couldn't escape negativity, even here.
He collapsed to his knees with an exhausted shudder, choking out in a gust of exhaled breath that had been held. Before he could drag in a breath of the thick, stenched air, someone else did it for him. An innocent, broken coo whimpered from behind a tall pile of wooden crates, and a child's bare and battered foot withdrew into the darkness.
"Hello?" said Edward, scooting his exhausted, given-up body towards the child behind the crates.
"Go away!" Said a small, high-pitched voice.
"And you are?" He said as he scuffled forward on his knees until he could see the kid cowering.
And there he was. Small, beautiful. An ivory willow cowering beneath unkempt tresses of pure, untouched blonde. No dirt smudged that rounded, thin face. Luminous blue eyes looked up, so adult and so mature from the face of a seven-year-old's face. He smiled through pale but rosy lips.
"I'm Noel."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 4, 2012 1:42:16 GMT
June 13, Summertime, Age 18...
flashback...
It'd been only ten days and the boy would not leave him be. Not that Edward minded. How could he shirk off such an innocent face? According to the seven-year-old, He'd been left by his parents at the tender age of three to fend for himself. So there in that alley he had lived for all his young life. The vivid details which even now Edward could remember in chilling colour had left tears in his eyes. Noel had made the strong boy weep.
So they'd found a nice shack just outside of town, abandoned but quaint and furnished. The previous owners had left all of their possessions behind. It was here that they lived for nearly eleven years, forming that beautiful bond...
-----v-----
May 14, Spring, Age 23...
"Eddie." Said the boy's wavering voice, strong and steady despite its cracking tones.
Puberty was in full-swing for fourteen-year-old Noel, and Edward was none the wiser. Since he'd grown a libido, the child had not laid off of him. He was constantly dogging him left and right, hounding Edward for that special 'sex talk' he'd heard the girls in town mention to him. Noel had said he thought they were funny, the way they egged him on, called him attractive.
But this time had broken the camel's back. Here he was, all five feet six inches of Noel Kappel, stark naked and surprised by his current condition. It was as though he had discovered for the first time his body parts. And there was Edward, left to deal with the emotional roller coaster about to hit the adolescent. Until now, he'd regarded Noel as his son or his brother. A kin who was regarded as highly as a deity and thus never besmirched in his eyes. Until now.
He was thin, much thinner than should be healthy, but so was Edward. His blue eyes had grown all the brighter in his spry teenage years. His figure was just as willowy, just as smooth and pale. Every once-in-a-where a small pimple had pronounced itself on his shoulders, but only served to imply his youth. He was just becoming a man. Here Noel was, naked and shocked by his sudden growth from young child to teenager, and there was Edward, for whom the terrified boy beckoned to "help him take a look."
And he ventured forth willingly.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 5, 2012 12:27:39 GMT
We must wait...we must wait...you must be older...
February 14, Wintertime, Age 24
flashback...
"But why, Edward?" Came his excited reply, "Is it because we're older now?"
"Yes." He said softly, stroking the other's fluffy velvet blonde hair as he settled his head onto the younger child's head, which was pressed firmly into his chest.
Happy valentines day... he thought to himself with a relieved sigh.
So much pressure, all built up inside over their years together, had just burst forth not an hour ago. They'd been at each other's throats all day, and now they were here. He pressed a chaste kiss to the adolescent's damp forehead and shifted his body a bit, reclining comfortably into the new, pristine bed they'd bought to furnish their refurbished house. He was happier than he'd ever been, laying here after a beautiful release...
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 7, 2012 20:25:22 GMT
December 31, Wintertime, Age 26
flashback...
It was new year's eve. The best one he'd shared yet. They'd gotten the best bottle of sherry they could, and shared it by the fire. It was then that Noel looked him sternly in the eye and, after nine years of companionship, love, and making love for two years, he had mustered the courage to scold his cherished Eddie.
"Now you and I have been together for a long time. For two years we've shared the same bed. When are you going to marry me?" He said with discontent.
The question took Edward by shock. He twitched backwards from their embrace and his emerald eyes widened in surprise, "You mean...you...but..."
They were homosexuals. The most taboo of taboo in the whole of God's green earth. Two men sharing passion with one another and not with wives, as was the custom of...well...everybody. And Noel wanted to sport this to the world? They'd be locked up and institutionalized in a heartbeat. And yet, something excited and prideful arose in his chest. Noel wanted to be his husband? Well why not?!
"Tomorrow!" Was the urgent reply that slipped through his lips before it ever crossed his thoughts.
"But what of my gender?" Noel said with uncertainty.
"We'll give you breasts!" Edward laughed.
-----v-----
January 1, Wintertime, Age 26...
"Stop! It's too tight!" Cried the blonde-haired seventeen-year-old as he threw his hands into the air.
"It's almost laced, so hush." Edward laughed, a bright red flush illuminating his gaunt and pale cheeks.
"What's the problem with damn corsets anyway? And women wear these on a daily basis?!" He winced as the laces were pulled even tighter, until he possessed that wasp waist that all the desirable women of the day had.
"You look hideous" was all Bramsfield said "I like you better as a man. Now go and look in the mirror, Mrs. Bramsfield."
"It's miss, so far" Noel said softly with a tired smile as he traipsed towards the mirror.
There he was, the transvestite. They'd managed to squeeze Noel into an old wedding dress they'd found tossed away in the garbage piles just outside of London. His waist was square but indented where the corset cinched him in beneath the sheer white fabric, and his blonde hair had been curled to hang just above his shoulders instead of mid-upper-back. Inside the fabric of his storebought bustier were wads and wads of fabric. No use sending a man as a woman to the courthouse to marry without the proper breasts to pull off the job.
"Now, let's go." Edward said, adjusting his cravat as he clicked his heels, "Come, my wife...let us journey to the courthouse."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 22, 2012 23:45:27 GMT
January 1, Wintertime, Age 26...
flashback...
The afternoon was hot and Noel had to clutch desperately at the fan he'd been given to keep himself from melting away in the layers and layers of clothing he'd been crammed in. But even still, he was happier than he had ever been, and the ralization of such was evident on Edward's face.
"It's official, Mrs. Noel Kappel-Bramsfield." Was his urgently joyful exclamation as the couple walked arm in arm down the gradne staircase just moments after obtaining their marriage license.
It was all Edward could do not to crush the thing between them when he scooped his wife up into his arms and kissed him with a deep passion he'd never felt before. Here they were, married and rightfully so. Finally together in beautiful unison as they deserved. The memory of it was still fresh in his mind.
There he'd held him, there they'd embraced in front of the judge, saying their vows in one another's arms, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. He would have made love to him right then and there if he could have. And, just like a real wedding, he'd gotten to kiss the 'bride'. Nothing could have changed the look in those dazzlingly blue eyes which glittered in the daylight...
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