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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Oct 24, 2012 17:23:11 GMT
Gypsin stalled in his step slightly. It was…. heart breaking to hear that, he knew how that felt to feel that way. One mistake couldn’t ruin their relationship… could it? He pondered this question as he walked mindlessly, his gaze directed at the ground. He’d been wandering around to no avail and practically walking in circles for a good thirty minutes The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heeled boots clicking on the ground. No one that was sane ((pun intended)) would be out at this hour. He felt horrible about leaving Bramsfield alone in the dark and looked back the way he had come and turned sharply to waltz back to the park in all his flamboyant glory. Was this really a danger he couldn’t handle? Was it really a danger at all? Thoughts like those were running through his head faster than anything as he surprisingly found his way back to the park.
He decided to think that maybe it was a lapse in the moment. When Gypsin got nervous he tended to over-react, perhaps the same was for the other man. He didn’t want to think that this man could be dangerous. Up until now he had been so gentle. He slowly found his way back to his lover and smiled softly, slowly approaching. “Monsieur?”
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Oct 24, 2012 18:42:09 GMT
A softly snoring Edward laid with his lips parted. He'd succeeded in passing out on the bench, and was quite comfortable. A familiar french accent penetrated his dreams and his emerald eyes fluttered open after a few moments required for recognition. He sighed softly and then yawned heavily before sitting up to identify his approacher.
Seeing that it was Gypsin, he sighed heavily in relief and rose unsteadily from the bench, hindered by drowsiness. He extended both of his arms to the other, beckoning for him. "I fear this situation has gotten too far out of hand. I'' glad you've come back to me. Now let me hold you." He whispered softly on the breeze.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Nov 5, 2012 3:06:34 GMT
The image of the sleeping Bramsfield was just too cute. He looked so… vulnerable and adorable, perhaps this was a rare sight. Gypsin did feel bad for waking the man up, he looked so peaceful, but he was sure if anyone fell asleep in the streets of London on a night like the one they were having, they would catch their death of cold, and that just wasn’t good for anyone. He brought a pale hand up to brush his blonde hair from his face and wrap his waistcoat more around him as a breeze whisked past him again. He approached the bench a bit more as he sat up.
With a quick bright smile, he nodded eagerly and took his place between the outstretched arms and wrapped his arms around his Bramsfield. The warmth between them felt so nice in the chilly evening air and he shivered, pressing closer to his lover. “Monsieur, you’ll catch your death sleeping out here!” He whispered with a giggle. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He tilted his head slight, his blonde hair once again falling in his face and he sighed. Sometimes hair was such a bother… in fact… He wondered how Bramsfield managed to deal with it. Gypsin had pushed what had happened to the back of his mind than it would be like it never had happened. However the laudanum he’d taken a while back would probably take care of that and he would vaguely remember it.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Nov 5, 2012 15:29:53 GMT
The embrace was warm, and Edward enjoyed it immensely. He stroked Gypsin's upper back gently with one hand while his other hand settled on the small of his back. He got comfortable for a moment and then pulled away. "Why don't we go back to the Asylum now? I fear I'm growing a bit too cold for my own good." He chuckled softly, shrugging a bit. He tucked away the strands of hair that floated over Gypsin's eyes and smiled.
He leaned in for a kiss and then straightened up "So. Shall we?"
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Nov 5, 2012 18:14:35 GMT
The warmth sent a shiver down his spine and leaned closer to Edward, the hand on his back almost making him melt. His own arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands were busy tangling it’s self in his hair. Even though he was wearing his nice waistcoat he was still cold, though he had rather enjoyed the heat he was getting from Bramsfield and was sad when he pulled away, and he nodded. “Yes, Monsieur. I’d rather much like that idea. I wouldn’t want you getting sick on me!” A tint came to his face when Bramsfield tucked his hair away. His heartstrings were on fire!
Gypsin leaned forward and kissed the man back as much as he could and smiled brightly, pulling away and taking Bramsfields hand in his and pulling him back in the way he thought the asylum was until he stopped. “Perhaps you should lead the way… I’m rather terrible with directions.” The blonde laughed. “Though, I don’t think I’d mind getting lost with you!” He said softly, giving the man’s hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry I tend to get a bit ahead of myself.” He said softly and looked in to Edward’s wonderful green eyes with his mismatched one.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Nov 5, 2012 19:37:16 GMT
He let out a soft peal of laughter that rang through the forest. "Listen to you, sweet one," he said softly, chuckling, "You're so eager. Perhaps when we return to my office, I'll treat you to some warm tea and perhaps something more..." he said, hinting, and practically waltzed across the clearing with him. He was in a jovial mood again thanks to those rapid swings he suffered under. He led Gypsin through the forest and eventually they did indeed break free of the park and onto the streets of London.
"Actually, it looks like the sun is beginning to crest the hills. Shall we see if my favourite candy store is open yet and stop in for a visit? I often visit there to get barley toys for little Aeodhan, and I should probably get one for him. He hasn't had one in months, you see," he explained.
He led Gypsin down the maze of streets which had not begun to awaken yet, and smiled as they reached a brightly lit little candy store chock full of sweets and pastries. They even served tea here in the back, and he was eager to show the place to his love.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Nov 5, 2012 21:52:49 GMT
Gypsin was glad the doctor was in a much better mood! He smiled brighter at the offers he was hearing and nodded eagerly, the hinting games they played with each other was surely his favorite. “Warm tea and a surprise? Mon Dieu, Monsieur! You are going to spoil me!” He said with a flirtatious giggle and leaned a bit closer to the red head. The blonde found that he quite liked this happy side of Edward and he found that he couldn’t stop smiling, not that Gypsin ever really stopped smiling in front of people, and blushing as they waltzed with each other and laughed.
Gypsin himself was amazed that they had escaped the forest of the park before noon and he made a mental note to never to the this park alone… or at least without someone who knows where they were going. His mind went blank when Edward mentioned candy, Gypsin had the biggest sweet-tooth, and he nodded slowly, though he would never admit to his love of candy and pastries and other various sweet things. He felt like they had been walking forever through the London! The place was a maze to the petite French man and it made him slightly nervous but he pushed that feeling aside. Gypsin looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching before he leaned closer to Bramsfield. “I see… May I just Monsieur… I find men with a fatherly instinct very attractive.” He whispered in his man’s ear with a innocent giggle which was immediately silenced when he had set his eyes on the candy store. “Mon… Diue!” It was such a bright and cute shop! He found himself even more excited to step inside
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Nov 6, 2012 13:52:59 GMT
"And I find sunny, feminine men attractive. So there," he whispered back, planting a chaste kiss on the shell of Gypsin's ear before opening the door for him to enter. They couldn't show their affections here. Society frowned upon their homosexuality, and he didn't want to find himself locked up in a different institution than the one he was running. That would be quite unfortunate for the both of them. He had a son to return home to. He kept his distance from his dear Gypsin with intentions to purchase him whatever he wanted and then return to his office where they could be together.
"Pick out whatever you like. I'll be getting a few barley toys for the little one," said Edward as he parted from his lover and allowed him free range of the sweets store. He could hear his giggles from miles away, he thought, and it enticed him very much to hurry so they could quickly return back and get to whatever it was they were planning on doing when they returned. His heart was pounding as he gathered up two little horses made of the barley candy and bagged them in the cloth sacks nearby--ones he would return to the store for later use as was his custom. He returned to Gypsin's side and smiled, leaning in to whisper something to him.
"When we return back, why don't we drop off this candy and adjourn to the leeching laboratory where you can show me the, er, pleasures of leeching, yes?"
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Nov 13, 2012 19:53:57 GMT
Edward dais the cutest things to him sometimes! It made the French man blush and giggle, not that that was new, but it made it just a little more special. Society made him sick sometimes but he did his best to brush it off his shoulder at the moment. Society gave him a migraine, enough said. His mix-matched eyes stayed on the small shop for a moment before stepping through the door that had been opened for him. He gave thoughtful nod of his head to Edward and bit his lip once inside. It was always hard for him to contain himself when around sweet things. The sad thing was he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was a genetic thing. He just didn’t know
This was such a bad idea. Gypsin had the biggest sweet-tooth of anyone he knew and just looking around the store he was sure he was gaining ten pounds by the minute. He even felt his corset getting tighter –or was that a trick of his mind?- and he was giggle like mad man, causing his to have to muffle his giggles by either biting his lip or covering his mouth. He had gathered at least a small bag together, he was fully intending of paying his lover back, and that was him holding himself back 99.99 percent. He nearly jumped when his lover returned to his side and he looked over with a playful smirk.
“Mon Dieu Monsuier.” He gasped in a soft whisper and giggled. “But of course. It would be my… pleasure.” He whispered back. A giddy look clear on his face, once he pushed his hair from his face again.
((This is so poorly written! D: I'm so sorry. I'm having mass writers block!))
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Nov 14, 2012 2:12:03 GMT
((OOC: It's quite alright~))
Edward chuckled and gently took the small satchel from his companion, carrying ot to the counter and paying regardless of the price. He then paid for Aeodhan's sweets and some of his own before turning back to Gypsin. He was satisfied with this and ready to go, naughty thoughts racing through his head a mile a minute. He genuinely could not wait to return back to the Asylum and have a little fling with the doctor.
He practically skipped from the store, racing along the streets holding Gypsin's hand. By the time they returned, he was in an entirely different mood, one full of lust and excitement. He dropped Aeodhan's candy satchel on his desk as the boy was asleep this hour of the morning and needn't be woken. He turned to Gypsin with a wide grin on his face, baring his overbitten teeth in a pearly grin. "My love. Come to me." He whispered.
((OOC Again: Feel free to PM me with your response if you like, if it's gonna' get dirty here xD))
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