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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 21, 2011 2:40:04 GMT
Soon the girls arrived back at Doctor Bramsfield's office with him, and he showed them to his private quarters that more or less consisted of a boudoir, an armoire, and a large four-poster bed surrounded by canopies. Suddenly he recalled his adventurous nights with Wynter, in which he would serenade her with the very violin he'd shattered, and in some cases utilize the bow for naughty purposes.
"Ladies, make yourselves at home. I have clean shifts on my nightstand for you."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 21, 2011 3:03:12 GMT
Wynter left her masters side and walked to his nightstand. Pulling off her still soaking wet shift and stockings of her shivering body, dropping them to the floor and then grabbed a clean, dry shift from his nightstand.
She still shivered even after the new shift, her lips still a light purple-blue against her pale almost translucent skin. She crossed her arms across her chest hiding her erect nipples from view. She almost looked like Winter embodied in her white shift and slighty damp hair.
The blood from the gash on the side of her face, near her hair line had been washed away but the cut stil remained very visible along with the cuts on her wrists from the restraints. Little bruises popped up all over her body from the days events.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 21, 2011 3:54:11 GMT
What he had hoped would be a gorgeous sight, his new little pet to play with, was in fact a garish sight indeed. She looked somewhat like a ghast in the night, risen from a shallow grave to...well, stand there and shiver. The feeling of guilt was swiftly setting itself into his pride, and he reclined to supplying her with one of his extra labcoats to bundle up in.
"I implore you, Wynter, get beneath my covers. They're the heavy linens, winter's coming. Settle yourself in and warm up some. Both Willow and I will join you in a moment." he smiled brightly, for once putting his straight, sharp teeth to an attractive use.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 21, 2011 4:08:36 GMT
"Y..es..master," Wynter shivered and then wasted no time climbing into his bed and under the covers as fast as she could, pulling the covers up so that you could only see bright red strands of her hair. She still shivered but at least she was warming up a little by little now.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 21, 2011 8:05:55 GMT
Willow too changed into availed herself of clean shift and stockings, looking at the Doctor for a moment, to see if she would be allowed under the covers as well.
When he didn't object right away, she went over to the bed, hesitating, asking the question with her eyes.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 21, 2011 16:38:14 GMT
"Of course young one. You're free to do as you please tonight...under my supervision of course," he winked, and in a few moments had also changed into his posh bedclothes. He mounted the bed, striding across it on his hands and knees and slithering between the two girls. He laid down flat on his back and wrapped an arm around either girl, pulling them closer.
"The more in contact we are, the more body heat we share," he said, mainly to Wynter, as he nestled her beneath his arm, for a moment having one of his on-the-cieling moments as he did in a pleasing situation.
He looked down upon himself curiously, seeing a twisted and cruel man beginning to turn a new leaf and wondering when it would wither and fall from the tree. He scoffed at himself inwardly, wondering what was so attractive about himself, for surely the girls couldn't stand spooning in bed with a man nearly three times their age. A man who had hurt them so much, but had also given his love and affection to countless times. A man who currently reeked of harsh chemicals from his day of work down in the chemical labs, and of masculinity, that which many of the girls in the asylum feared on a deep, personal level.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 21, 2011 17:10:32 GMT
Willow carefully rested her head on his chest as he lay between them, eying Wynter from across the rather large bed. She felt a bit calmer now, but still a bit on her guard.
She felt herself begin to thaw from the outside in, reaching up to place gentle strokes of the Doctor's neck.
Unsure of what to do or where to go from here, Willow remained quiet, relishing in this quiet.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 21, 2011 21:10:46 GMT
Wynter pressed as much of her body against his body as she could, laying her head on his chest feeling his heart beat. She sighed against him when she finally stopped shivering and began to warm up.
She traced her fingers along his chest slowly.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 22, 2011 0:30:15 GMT
All the fondling and stroking was making him antsy. He wasn't used to having girls snuggled against him in such an affectionate way. But it made him incredibly happy. He had found two companions who didn't run away in fear or cry out when near him.
One girl he knew he could never carry on a future with, but she would inevitably still be there for him, if she felt for him as she said. The other girl was admittedly capable of loving him, and what's more, she cared for him.
Not even his parents had given him such love. The only thing his childhood brought him was an early sexual lifestyle--so early, in fact, that as a schoolboy, he believed that sex was something normal, especially with both his parents because of the extensive years previous to even kindergarden that he was exposed to highly abomidable sexual experiences.
His heart ached and he had to speak his mind. He just had to. "Willow, Wynter...I don't know how any of us three will take what I'm about to say...I love you. Both," he added, feeling his heart pulse rapidly.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 22, 2011 8:59:09 GMT
Wynter's reply to her master's statement was a small sigh as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the days events. She snuggled to him, her hand placed on his chest and one long wrapped around one of his long legs.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 22, 2011 9:24:07 GMT
Willow looked up at the doctor, hearing his declaration.
She was still unsure of her feelings toward him. Yes, she was capable of loving him, and might even given time and circumstances. However, there was still something in her which was still tightened against warm feelings.
"Thank you," she said quietly, allowing her hands to toy with the doctor's clothing.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 22, 2011 16:24:22 GMT
A heavy sigh of disappointment left his lips, and he turned his head to the side, gazing off in whatever direction his eyes drifted to and staring that way for a while. It was as though he expected the girls to pledge their undying love to him out of the blue. He knew it would never happen, so why did he try?
His hands laid limp around both of the girls, not stroking, not embracing, just hanging there like lifeless drapes over their shoulders as he lie there and pondered his situation.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 22, 2011 17:14:19 GMT
Sensing his disappointment, Willow looked up.
"It's not that I--we--don't have feelings," she tried to explain, "the heart is a curious thing...and it takes time to decide what we feel, sometimes."
Willow sighed. She royally screwed that one up.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I won't lie to you, even if it makes you happy. And I cannot say I love you back...because I don't know if I do or not."
The sweetness and sincerity in her voice, she hoped, would keep him calm, as she reached up to caress his cheek.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 23, 2011 0:21:51 GMT
The Doctor turned to her and stared her down with a hurt expression for a few moments. "You wouldn't ever feel that way about a man like me. I'll die in a few years and you'll live on...for many, many more years. Men my age are a hard commodity to find as it is. I could die any day with the life I'm living..." a stray tear bubbled in the corner of his eye and trickled down his cheek.
By this time he had cast Wynter from his embrace...He didn't want to hold her when all she could do was fall asleep on him as such. It infuriated him.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 23, 2011 1:08:28 GMT
Willow's still-bleeding heart was moved to compassion for the Doctor.
She knew nothing of him. Except that he was capable of unspeakable cruelty. And also, somehow, of a dear tenderness that the girl seemed to receive more than most.
Slowly and carefully, she shifted herself, catching the single tear that fell down his cheek with her lips, kissing it away and tasting the salt.
She lifted her eyes to look at him, compassion and gentleness clearly shining out in her deep eyes.
"You are not so old," she said quietly, "and, as I said, the heart cannot choose where, or who, it will attach to."
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