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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 23, 2011 1:41:05 GMT
Wynter woke as he pushed her away and not knowing which way to go she fell off the bed catching herself as she hit the floor so it wouldn't harm the child growing inside her. "Oww..." she moaned as she picked herself up off the floor. She looked at her master and saw the look of displeasure on his face. "What happened?" She said clueless.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 23, 2011 1:51:27 GMT
The tears continued to dribble down his face as he scooped up his pillow and smothered his face in it, hiding from everyone and everything. He wanted it all to end... He was terrified of death, absolutely horrified, and yet...he was at the end of his line. How long until he keeled over and passed on?
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 23, 2011 7:36:27 GMT
While Wynter did not love him, she couldn't bear to see anyone she cared about cry though. She climbed back onto the bad and crawled over to where he laid. "Master, don't cry, it just takes time and you know you don't want us to say we love you just because you want us to. You want us to mean it, right?" She wrapped her arms around him lovingly, hoping he might come around.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 23, 2011 12:43:32 GMT
Willow was a little surprised, but put an arm around her master, gently stroking his hair and back, comforting him as best she could.
"Are you all right, Wyn?" she asked quietly, concern in her eyes for her friend.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 23, 2011 13:03:26 GMT
"Yes, I'm fine. I caught myself luckily." Wynter was more concerned about her master at the moment than herself though. She ran her fingers through his hair with her arms still wrapped around him. "It's okay, master," she whispered in his ear hoping he would be okay.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 23, 2011 16:27:07 GMT
"I...can't accept death now that it's beginning to take its notice on me...I've...inflicted it upon so many girls...some deserved it...some were murderers too...but...it's frightening..." he said quietly as he turned his head slightly, one sunken-back green eye peeping from behind his lengths and lengths of auburn hair. Through his blushing cheeks his freckles were brought out more, speckles of a soft orange contrasting the pale pink in his high cheekbones.
For now, he had dropped any guise of any sort of personality other than the pathetic wimpy man he'd held inside himself his entire life.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 23, 2011 16:35:43 GMT
Wynter sat with her arms around him, leaning her chin on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Death will not claim you so soon master."
She looked over at willow who looked more concerned for Wynter than him at the moment. What was her facination with her, Wynter wondered.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 24, 2011 20:26:15 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield sighed softly and tried to calm himself, taking solace in being smothered between the two beauties stroking his buttocks-length ginger hair, nuzzling his chest, tugging him close, almost vying for attention.
He smiled up at Willow, who was closer, and tugged her in for a tender kiss, smooching the young lady with a wide smile, "Thank you."
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 24, 2011 22:25:12 GMT
Willow returned the kiss softly. She gave him a small smile, sighing softly when the kiss broke.
"Death can be a cruel master," she said, "but I do not seem him coming for you any time soon, Master."
She looked over at Wynter, merely letting her mind drift through her thoughts, a little sigh escaping her lips.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 25, 2011 0:18:51 GMT
"Do you prefer the image of my little pet than that of my own?" he teased as his hands roamed the girl's body, briefly turning to draw Wynter closer to himself, encouraging his beloved pet to make herself comfortable against his lanky, too-thin body.
His breath came in small, satisfied sighs as he rolled himself on the bed, laying once again on his back so he could give his attention to both of the beautiful ladies
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 25, 2011 7:29:39 GMT
Willow chuckled just a little, letting her hands roam in turn.
"I cannot say one way or another," she answered honestly, "but--Wynter is my friend."
It sounded like a weak sort of answer, but it was the truth.
Willow was content, at least for now, to rest against her master, letting her mind wander again.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 26, 2011 16:53:03 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield smiled and cupped her chin happily. "My gorgeous Willow...kiss me how you feel it," he whispered as they smooched.
"So gorgeous, my love..." he said as he combed his fingers through her hair, smoothing out the knots and tangles, enjoying the silky feel.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 26, 2011 18:09:09 GMT
Sighing softly, Willow kissed him. Long and deep.
When the kiss ended, there was a troubled look in her eyes, and she looked to be far away. She rapidly shook her head clear, trying to rout the visions that threatened to enter her mind.
Did she even have a mind that was her own anymore? It certainly didn't feel that way.
She wasn't sure what to think, or how to feel. But there was comfort for the moment.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 26, 2011 18:17:08 GMT
"Are my kisses unpleasant?" He noticed her disillusionment, leaning back to get a full look at her face.
He tugged his pet closer on the other side, stroking Wynter's back affectionately as they all snuggled together. Sometimes he doubted his decisions, but he felt so happy with the two inmates by his side.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 27, 2011 11:56:28 GMT
"No," said Willow quietly, "no. I...I sometimes wander off. In between the worlds."
Willow looked a little nervous. She was trying to explain something complicated, something that was hard to explain at best.
"I can see thing. I can hear things...like Mother used to," she tried again, "and--the voices wanted to pull me away."
To her it sounded like a weak explanation, but it was honest and true.
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