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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 19, 2012 4:38:28 GMT
"Oh I--" his voice cut away in surprise at the sudden fury in the young woman's veins. In mere seconds his question had fired her up and sent her into a vivaciously vigorous passion. The way with which she spoke broke his heart and he sank ingo a more tender mood. The hand that was clasped in her own trembled all the while, and he squeezed softly the palm which cupped his own, the other's fingers stroking his own bony digits. She really looked to be a mad girl now, and yet there was entirely too much truth in her words. Who in the world was not damaged and mottled in some way or another?
He rose from his humble sitting position and collected her into his arms, drawing her lips into a passionate kiss that he hoped to Gods expressed just what he was feeling. It was a thankful, sweet kiss which spelled out his relief in her words. He hoped to qualm her trembling anger, and so he stroked her ebony hair gently, sweetly as he smiled into the kiss. "Thank you, Amelia. Thank you" he said steadily in his tenor voice. He felt much more sensible now that the issue had been covered, no matter how it was covered.
He looked her in the eye again and decided on a whim just what he planned to do. In an instant, he was down on one knee and clasping both of your hands "Our relationship has gone unspoken until now. We've simply existed as lovers and accepted the fact. But what I must ask you is this - since you refuse to leave me, which I am greatly thankful for, shall we officially proclaim ourselves to be lovers? Shall I be permitted to court you, my love, however absurd such a thing may be in such a place as this?" His eyes burned and his heart did, too. Had he not scraped by death's grasp not two years back, he wouldn't have been so courageous as to ask such a bold question of the girl.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jul 5, 2012 20:21:35 GMT
Amelia felt the fire ebb into a sweet smolder as he swept her up in the kiss. Her eyelids dropped, almost sleepily, although her heart was still pounding from the burst of manic rage. She smiled against his lips as his soft voice thanked her. Before she could reply with courtesies, however, Amelia was taken aback by the resolution that she saw forming in the jade-emerald irises. She watched as the doctor descended onto one knee in a movement that was almost too graceful for a man, and her eyes went wide. "Oh—!" Now it was her turn to be rendered momentarily speechless.
Never had she ever thought that she would find herself in this position. Not after having her heart broken and being committed. Who on earth or in Heaven or Hell would take such a creature to wife? Apparently, one did exist. And what was he? Angel, demon, something torn and quite in between? There were forever new layers of depth being added to the soul. But, as was her unfailing nature, complexity drew her. Delving into Bramsfield's mind and heart would undoubtedly be as fascinating a study for her as her own psyche was to him.
A silver roll of laughter issued playfully from Amelia's lips. She clasped his hands in her own. "Am I truly old enough to marry?" Good God! She had all but forgotten her own age within the Asylum. Even in her tiny body, she was seventeen. A smile formed, light and with a hint of mystery and mischief. "What say you?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 6, 2012 1:09:10 GMT
"Well. Marriage is something I don't usually rush into. I made the mistake of marrying the wrong woman once. She bore me my child and now rots in the bowels of this Asylum. However, would that calling arise at some point in our courtship, I would say yes. I believe any age is acceptable. Even such a young one as you." He uttered passionately and closed his eyes. He didn't believe he was jumping into this. He only hoped they would wait a while before she chose to become his bride.
He swept her off of her feet, lifting her into a joyful embrace as though she had already agreed to be his woman. He kissed her with all his heart and smiled wistfully. "Once you agree or disagree, shall we go and play with Aeodhan? He has been begging desperately for you for quite a long while" He said brightly, smiling to her and kissing her pale face all over.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jul 15, 2012 1:26:10 GMT
Amelia smiled with a bit of relief as the doctor admitted wanting to wait a bit before considering marriage. At least he, unlike the rest of the outside world, wouldn't rush her on such a matter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head into the curve of his shoulder as he lifted her up. Amelia was always forgetting that he was stronger than his slight build would suggest. But then again, people always forgot that about her as well.
A light laugh rose from her. "Why on Earth would I disagree? It's not as if either of us is going home to Mother and needs petty approval."
Amelia returned his kiss. "Why don't you let me serve you and Aeodhan some tea this time? I'm sure he wouldn't mind some warm milk, and I still need to repay your hospitality from the last time. You look like you haven't relaxed in quite a while." A hint of mischief glittered in her dark eyes, and she lifted them to Bramsfield's face and the light so that they lightened to an almost hazel once more. "Begging desperately for me, you say?" She placed a soft kiss on the space between his ear and jawline. "I do hope that he's not the only one." One tiny white hand stroked Bramsfield's cheek innocently. "So, how will you take your tea this time, Doctor?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 15, 2012 3:47:25 GMT
"Dark as night" he uttered, cupping the beauty's chin and turning her face just the slightest to meet her lips in a chaste kiss. His lips curled upwards into a satisfied smile and he set her lightly on her feet. "Yes, I think tea may just be the remedy for my relaxation" he said, wistful as ever, and let her go prepare the tea on her own as he collected his son from their room and brought him out to the foyer.
He settled on the couch and watched her work, admiring the determination in her eye even as she was only preparing tea. Aeodhan watched with great interest, pawing at the air occasionally at the hem of her shift when she traipsed by. He giggled each time and his emerald eyes sparkled like the sun as he admired his surrogate mama. At least, to the child, Amelia was as good as a mama, even if she hadn't accepted the title.
Doctor Bramsfield thought long and hard on her hinting tone she had only just used, and a fire lit in his eye. He realized the mischief in her voice and her expression, and decided he would use a mischief of his own, if only to play those games with her. He hopped up and in two long strides was beside her, embracing her from behind as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. After a while, he spoke. "Dearest...do tell me...shall we play a little...game...after tea?" He smirked, blowing a hot breath across the shell of her ear.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jul 26, 2012 3:13:47 GMT
Amelia had poured Bramsfield's rich black tea and set a ginger biscuit on the saucer already, and was stirring three drops of honey into Aeodhan's heated milk when she felt the arms wrap around her from behind. A sly smile lit up her eyes as she listened to his whispers. The breath fanning out over her ear and the curve of her jaw made her shiver involuntarily before she could think to stop herself. He was such a silvertongue! Pity that she was as well.
"Perhaps," she answered lightly. "What sort of game have you in mind?" Sonnet 147 would do this time. If ever she had a lover, it was Literature, with his misted cloak and brilliant eyes. Amelia spoke back to Bramsfield in her quiet voice.
"My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 26, 2012 16:24:01 GMT
Something in his heart jerked then, listening to the sweet poetry she recited so simply to him. He brushed back some bangs from her face softly and turned the girl to face him, giving her a light and supple kiss on the lips that he hoped would draw her breath away. His eyes glimmered in the candle light brightening the room, and he took the hot tea from her hands softly. "Thank you for preparing the tea." he said.
"Care to join us?" He crooned as he sat himself on the settee beside his son, handing the boy his small cup of warm milk and honey, which Aeodhan quickly downed thankfully, letting out a loud and satisfied sigh as a smile warmed the child's lips. Doctor Bramsfield ruffled his hair a bit affectionately and nursed his tea with a bit more relish, sipping only a bit at a time.
He patted the cushion beside him encouragingly for his love to join him and smiled. "Two's not company, my dear." he chuckled "Do join me? As for that game...that's up to you to decide." a coy smile curled along his thin lips enticingly.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jul 31, 2012 2:14:29 GMT
She could taste the different flavors that his lips left on hers: cloves, tea and wine, a lingering shadow of opium (although she didn't know that that was what it was), and something mysterious that seemed inexplicably like ash. Amelia couldn't breathe for the dance of the mixture over her taste buds, but her head soon cleared. What is your substance, whereof are you made... He seemed to be made of far too many things.
Amelia smiled and went to sit down by Bramsfield on the settee, giving Aeodhan a small tweak on the nose. The giggle that she received in reply made her notice how the little boy shared Bramsfield's eyes, but that his were lit with an inner luminescence that the doctor only showed if he was truly happy. Time and hardship had a way of hardening people. She knew that all too well. Perhaps, if she could make him feel safe and at peace for one instant in his turbulent life, Bramsfield's eyes would glow again.
She'd best not get her hopes too far up.
Taking one of the biscuits off of the doctor's saucer, Amelia held it up to the man's lips. "So many games to choose from..."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 31, 2012 3:37:32 GMT
"I seem to know one in particular that I favor." He whispered sultrily, ever-expressive eyes glowing of a different kind in the candle light. This was a glow of lust and adoration. And though he did not often show it, he'd never been quite as happy as with his Amelia. Not even the damned mother of his child had given him as much joy.
He took a delicate bite from the biscuit and chuckled deeply, brushing away some hair from her face. "Tomorrow, let's comb your hair out and fit you for a nicer shift, yes?" He said idly, the thought crossing his mind as suddenly as it had passed his lips. He chuckled, then, and sipped his tea to wash down the biscuit.
When his eyes turned to Aeodhan, his face lit up instantly to see that his son was at his happiest. Love burned across every inch, every pore, every fiber of his being as he scooped the small two year-old up and cuddled him to his chest, kissing all along his face. If nobody else brought him joy, Aeodhan would always prevail in doing just so. When he finally looked up, he had calmed and was content to lean his head softly against his lover's, his bright ginger hair curling every which where down his shoulder and hers.
"I should like to think we have time for a game of yours and a game of mine. Yours first, of course. I do believe my 'game' would far better close out the night than open it." He whispered.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Aug 5, 2012 3:18:25 GMT
Amelia was quite sure that she knew what type of game that the doctor would prefer most, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of saying it. Instead, she focused on the game at hand. What would be the most amusing for both of them and still be a challenge? A smile came. Perhaps some wit and humor was in order; this would most certainly be fun.
"My game is this: Why not ask one another riddles? A right answer gets a kiss. A wrong answer? Well..." She shook her head in mock sadness. "Pity then."
Amelia took up some of her own tea and let the hot liquid warm her insides. The strong taste danced around her mouth and she felt content. In the rising and falling light of the fire, her eyes flickered from dark to light, dark to light. Her smile, however, never faltered.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 5, 2012 15:34:52 GMT
"Well then, do begin" he said, letting out a soft chuckle when she shook her head in mock pity. He needed a good laug, and loved to do so. It seemed he could only ever chuckle and snicker, never truly laugh, and he surely hoped he would tonight.
"Actually, I've got one. My favourite, really." He said brightly "Old mother twitchet had one eye, and a long tail that she let fly. Each time she passed through a gap, she left a bit of her tail in the trap." He paused "And whom--or what--is she?" He asked softly, waiting with anticipation as he cuddled his son to his chin yet still.
Upon seeing the drowsiness of Aeodhan now, though, he pressed a finger to Amelia's lips "Hold that for just one second" he said, darting off to put his son to bed. He returned not five minutes later and plopped back down on the settee. "So. Got an answer yet, my dear?" He asked.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Aug 6, 2012 1:26:54 GMT
Amelia watched as the doctor carried Aeodhan away, a slow smirk moving over her lips. The first sarcastic answer that had popped into her head had been that of the rats that befriended many of the inmates, but that would have been absurd. Funny, but absurd. She pondered the riddle once more in her mind. The wordplay almost made her laugh. It was quite clever, very clever.
When Bramsfield returned Amelia's head was tilted to the side, a finger pressed to her mouth. Her free hand toyed with her silver locket thoughtfully, winding and unwinding her fingers in the chain. She greeted his question with a nod.
"Is it a needle and thread?" she asked.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 6, 2012 4:26:01 GMT
As an answer, he softly moved her fingers away from her lips and gave her a soft and tender kiss, smiling on the girl's lips brightly. Oh how sweet the taste of her kisses was. It made his insides melt. "Say," he said as he pulled away, "Do you know any good jokes to throw in with the riddles?" He chuckled, really feeling in good humor today. He felt bright and sunny, compared to his usual moodiness.
He stroked her hair affectionately as he waited for her to conjure up some form of riddle or joke, and gazed off into the distance absentmindedly. He smooched her once more for good measure and reflected internally while she thought. He was happy here. Happier than he'd been with anybody but Noel. He hadn't felt this joy in years, and here he was relaxing and laughing like a young boy again--or very nearly so. His eyes glowed with relief and a certain joy he hadn't shown or felt in eternities. It was the light his young lover had been looking for, and he smiled a broad smile, simply happy with their current endeavours.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Aug 12, 2012 23:14:43 GMT
She let him kiss her, more fascinated than anything at the light that she had managed to make come into his eyes. His happiness was infectious. Her nature was ever melancholic and questioning. The questions and reflections of thought just sometimes came a little faster than usual, that's all. The riddle that she meant to ask him was ready at the end crest of her tongue when he asked for some humor.
Amelia paused for a brief second. "Hm... Let me see..." What joke could she tell that Bramsfield would find funny? The petty attempts at creating laughter that she'd heard among the ladies of her mother's circle during dinner parties were tragic. She was not supposed to have heard the jokes that her father's friends made when they thought that she wasn't listening. Her thoughts strayed back to the image in her head of the Asylum rats that had come with the needle and thread answer.
"Oh!" she said. A cheeky smile flipped up the left corner of her mouth for an instant. "Alright, I do have one. But I warn you, it's weak." Amelia moved her fingers up over the doctor's shoulder in a mock scurrying motions.
"A young lad without a penny to his name was walking down to London with a rat on his shoulder. He had no quarrel with the animal, and let it rest beside his ear with a grin on his face. Just as they were entering town, an old wealthy matron with a peacock feather in her bonnet and frills all over her rump saw the pair passing by and exclaimed, 'Eek! What are you doing with that hideous creature?!' 'Squeak, squeak, squeak,' says the rat."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 12, 2012 23:31:23 GMT
It took a moment for him to register, the joyful smile still there but his eyes slightly glazed as he took it in. After a moment, he burst forth with a bark of laughter that was not often used and slightly awkward. This was his true laugh, the one that one could not hold in at humour, versus a pitying forced laugh at someone's expense. He covered his mouth then in childish embarrassment and continued to laugh for a moment.
"Haha! That was quite good, really" he said with an approving nod once he settled. "Have you heard of the man from Nantucket?" He asked with a playful smirk that played on his lips and in his jovial eyes. She'd managed to slip him into his humoured personality, and now he was geared for fun for the evening. He barked with laughter again as he recalled the old limerick in his head to make sure he had it correct before reciting it.
"No, no, that one's no good. How about this one?" He said, "If all the seas were dried up, what would Neptune say? I really haven't got a notion."
His peal of rough laughter did not come this time, instead he merely chuckled "It's the best I've got. I may be witty but I'm terrible with jokes."
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