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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Dec 20, 2012 17:25:27 GMT
He smiled a sad, wise smile. Something was lying beneath his bright exterior, but he wouldn't show it to her. Couldn't tell her his secret. He instead kissed her softly, chastely, and then pulled away "Oh not much. The usual business of the headmaster" he shrugged slightly and stroked the small of her back.
He had missed her so. It had hurt him and tore away at him, and yet he fancied that his fiascoes with Gypsin had kept the pain away. He shrugged again and looked at her, trusting her with a different secret. "There is a ghost, though, who haunts my office." He said "I swear to you it's true. She's returned from her deathly hollow in the ground and come to haunt me in her afterlife."
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Jan 31, 2013 23:20:33 GMT
Amelia paused. He was hiding something, it was obvious. Then again, she was just skilled at reading people. The slight change in the lustre of his eyes from emerald to the grey tone of a murky sea, a fleeting microscopic spasm at the left-hand corner of his lips, and, more importantly, the quick shift in subject were all clues that told more than if the doctor had spoken his thoughts aloud.
She ran the brush through her hair twice. Her dark eyes softened. Should she —? No. No, he didn't want to talk about it. Not now. She wouldn't press him. It would leave her time to think and figure it out on her own or get him to open up when he was ready.
A spark of curiosity illuminated her eyes, animating them once more as she played along with his attempt at distraction. "A ghost, you say?" she asked. "What poor soul would haunt this place?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jan 31, 2013 23:46:29 GMT
"Perhaps someone I haunted while she was living. When I was a younger, crueler man," he supposed, shrugging. No, he would not tell her his secret. He would carry it to the grave. He smiled his sweetest smile and stroked her head for a brief moment. "You enchant me so. Tell me," he said quietly, will you sing for me?" He asked, "Or perhaps tell me some poetry? I've missed your voice more than anything--not moreso than your company or your gentle touches, but quite a lot."
He chuckled softly and shook his head, wavy ringlets of ginger hair falling over his shoulder where they bounced with his sudden jovial laughter. His mood had once again changed, and now he was a bundle of excited energy. He bounced from one foot to the other and clapped a little. "Yes, please, let's hear something!" He exclaimed.
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