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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 11, 2011 1:20:22 GMT
Doctor Brasmfield was wary of the chasers posted at the outmost of the three enormous gates surrounding his fine establishment. It had been three days since he dipped into the inmate files and exhumed Wynter Willow's admissions forms. He'd burned them to a crisp, and today was the day his new "wife", in all her pregnant glory, could safely leave the Asylum within his supervision, and return to society for her first visit in quite a while.
He slid his gnarled, bony hand into her delicate, feminine one, and glanced down at the harsh contrast in forms within their interlinked fingers. Rough, milky white, bony fingers wove themselves within the youthful digits of the woman at his side.
"Before you are permitted to attend any other location than the asylum with me--by law--we must get you documented at once." he said, looking down at his soon-to-be-wife in her plain and simple frock, a precursor to the luxurious dresses he'd had made for her, all of them hiding away in his armoir in his study for their return later that night.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 11, 2011 2:49:35 GMT
Wynter smiled up at him with a delicate gaze. "Ofcourse darling," she said as he slipped his hand into hers. She squeezed his hands a bit and looked at one of the chasers they passed skeptically but he did nothing except stare into nothing, completely ignoring their presence. She ran her hand down her dress. It was so different to be in something other than a skimpy off-white slip, even this simple frock felt exquisite against her skin. Her baby bump well hidden under the fabric.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 11, 2011 17:50:07 GMT
"And soon we will have a child, maybe children...to take with us on strolls to the city. You know... I feel like a changed man. Before I met you... I would have never dreamed of releasing a girl from the steel grasps of my asylum." He spoke the possessive with fierceness, cherishing the great establishment that, in reality, had crumbled and deteriorated under his watch. But he could care less.
He tossed a bronze coin to the closest chaser, and a silver coin to the man on the other side of the gates, and paid no mind as the gates crashed to a deafeningly loud close just behind them.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 12, 2011 0:32:22 GMT
Wynter jumped a bit as the gate crashed closed behind them. She hadn't heard the crash of the gates since she'd entered the asylum so long ago. She wondered if she would see anyone she knew on her trip out of the asylum and half hoped she would not. She looked presentable but she still felt like people could see the asylum on her as if it was written on her skin that she may as well be insane for having resided there. "Where are we going?" she asked her love, looking up at him while they were walking.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 12, 2011 17:08:20 GMT
"To the courthouse," he said quietly, "This why I'm wearing my good riding outfit." A bit further down the walk stood a pristine black horse, already wearing a saddle and bridle. Doctor Bramsfield took hold of the reins and hooked his foot in the stirrup, preparing to hop up onto it.
"It's far too long a walk, and my carriage is out picking up another inmate. Hop up," he instructed strongly as he threw his leg skillfully over its back and took seat on the saddle. His gaunt figure was dominating and powerful straddling the enormous beast's midsection, his posture much akin to his imposing figure in the bedroom.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 13, 2011 2:09:56 GMT
"Yes dear," Wynter said as she tried to get on the horses back with little success. "Um...darling...." she said blowing a few strands of her bright red hair that had come lose from her face "...I think I may need some help."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 13, 2011 3:33:06 GMT
"Now now, beg for it," he said, half-teasing, half-dominating her. "I'm still your master... at least in the privacy of our bedroom," he laughed quietly, his eyes bearing a soft, serious message. He reached down with a gaunt and stringy forearm, grabbing her gently by the elbow and aiding her in rising to the saddle of the horse.
"Now. Off to the courthouse. We have much to do before you can go anywhere, my dear," he said, suddenly lighthearted and a bit more enthusiastic. He spurred the horse into smooth motion with the hard rubber heel of his shiny riding boots, looking only forward over the black, sheer mane of the beast he straddled like a champion straddled their prize winning racehorse.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 13, 2011 5:19:50 GMT
Wynter grinned mischeviously at his comment as he help her get on the horse. "But ofcourse Master," she whispered in his ear as she got settled. She wrapped her arms around him so she wouldn't fall off and hid her face because she was so afraid of heights to begin with and the horse was very tall.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 14, 2011 17:03:00 GMT
A twistedly pleased smile spread across the doctor's full lips as he felt her hands settled around his waist near his privates, imagining for a moment the wonderful and wild things they could easily do on a horse's back on the trip to london. The horse jerked into motion smoothly, and they took off at a brisk trot towards the city looming on the horizon as they bounced smoothly on the horse's back, the reins gripped loosely in the doctor's hands.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 14, 2011 17:12:07 GMT
Wynter teared up a bit fearful that she would fall off the horse at any second. She held on tighter. "Did I ever tell you I have a horrible fear of heights?" She asked him peeking out from under her loose hair and then quickly hiding her face against him again.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 14, 2011 22:52:01 GMT
"Just close your eyes and breathe in. This jacket was hanging over the chair in the music room the last time I had some of my opium. It still has traces on it, most likely. It will calm you down," he said quietly and spurred the horse on, loving the rush of power that came with having power over such a strong and noble beast. His heart pounded as it always did riding a horse. His long ginger hair flowed lightly over the wind, waving along Wynter's shoulder softly
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 16, 2011 4:33:44 GMT
"um...ok..." Wynter murmured as she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply like he had told her. She held him tightly as the rode and began to calm down a bit. When she got the courage she looked up to him and asked him, "How much longer love?" and then quickly closed her eyes and burried her face into the back of his coat as she awaited his answer.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 16, 2011 4:42:01 GMT
"A matter of a few minutes" He said quietly as the horse slowed down to a trot, and soon stopped altogether. They had halted in front of a large, imposing building fronted by great columns and flowing red banners.
"The courthouse my love. Let's make you a citizen and get married," He smiled brightly as he hopped off skillfully, his long legs arching over the beast before landing on the cobblestone streets, his hard heels clacking sharply on the stones. He reached up and helped her down from his horse, tying it off to one of the many posts made specifically for the purpose.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 16, 2011 4:51:06 GMT
Wynter watched him slide off the horse and then gently slid off the horse herself with his help. She took a deep breath and sighed looking up at the large building as the wind blew more of her hair out of the loose bun she had put it into. Reaching up she brushed the hair out of her face and took a hold of his hand.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 16, 2011 5:00:22 GMT
"But first..." He scooped her up in his arms silently and ducked them behind a column, away from the view of the public eye. His lips descended roughly on her plump ones, and he devoured her mouth with ferocity, his wrinkled eyes framed by crow's feet closing as his brows furrowed in heated passion.
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