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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 16, 2011 7:14:54 GMT
Wynter's breath caught in her throat as he pulled her behind a column and kissed her with a passion she hadn't felt in a long time from him. She gasped and kissed him back just as passionately as he had kissed her, bringing her hand up to place it on his cheek as she kissed him.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 16, 2011 16:57:43 GMT
The strong muscles of his jaw worked beneath the gaunt and aged skin as he kissed her several times over, unafraid of the passersby nd the possibility that they would be discovered. He grunted in soft satisfaction as he pressed every inch of his lithe and narrow body against her, pulling her in turn to do the same as he leaned back against the great marble pillar, one bony hand trailing through her hair as his other hand cupped the slope of her feminine neck.
From time to time his emerald eyes fluttered open, peeking perhaps to see the level of satisfaction he brought to his very-nearly-almost-wife. He felt like a young boy again, but still very old. He was starting anew, opening a new chapter in his 48 years of life. Noel would want this for him...wouldn't he?
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 18, 2011 0:40:21 GMT
Wynters eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back, but then she pulled away a bit.
"Someone will see darling. We should go." She said pulling away from him a bit still and smiling up at him that sweet smile that always plays along her lips.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 18, 2011 16:55:28 GMT
"There's so much that lies behind that devillish little smirk of yours," He chuckles softly, stealing a moment to grab at her bottom briefly before separating himself from her and nonchalantly adjusting his riding clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle. Across the way, once they had stepped from behind the enormous pillar, stood a girl who looked very familiar. He'd seen her once, riding away on the sleek carriage that had left Wynter at his doorstep. He couldn't quite recall her name. Elsie, was it? No...Elisabeth?
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 0:03:44 GMT
"Oh, if only you knew," Wynter said in that mischevious little way she does when she teases him. She smoothed out her frock and pinned back some major strands of hair that had come loose before stepping out from behind the large column.
She noticed him staring at something. She quietly walked up next to him and slid her small soft hand into his and looked up at him wondering what he was looking at.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 19, 2011 0:10:43 GMT
"She looks familiar," he said absentmindedly. Suddenly, as though the memory had struck a violent cord, he felt his body fill with incomparable rage. The nerve endings in his hands had them quivering violently, and he separated himself from her for a moment.
"Sons of bitches... If they only knew!!" He cursed furiously under his breath, and within a few moments was back to his calm, docile state, resuming the conversation with her as though nothing had happened.
"Sorry, what?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 0:19:52 GMT
Wynter looked up at him with concern written all over her face. "If who only knew?" she asked looking around them but not noticing anything other than the random faces of london. They all looked familiar to her, some probably were familiar in a long ago life. She looked back up at him, "so...who looks familiar?" she asked him probing for an answer.
She looked from him to the faces around them and then one face in paticular struck her memory for some reason.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 19, 2011 0:28:24 GMT
"That's the girl that brought you to my asylum," he said quietly and peered back over at the pretty girl, "The one you said you loved..." He felt a sour pang of jealousy strike him in the heart.
"Elisabeth, I think her name was?" He said quietly as he squeezed her closer possessively
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 0:39:24 GMT
Before he even told her who she was Wynter had recognized her Elisabeth. "Elisabeth....." she said as she saw Elisabeth's nasty husband behind her helping another much younger girl out of the carriage with great care. Elisabeth looked weary and ready to faint if she took another step but she looked at the ground and continued slowly walking up the many steps into court house.
Wynter began to panic, she was full of mixed emotions, some which told her to run to Elisabeth and hold her in her arms and others that told her to stay by her fiances side and walk by her into the court house, half hoping she would recognize her. She looked up at him hoping he might help her make up her mind.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 19, 2011 0:42:35 GMT
In his eyes were a mixture of severe hatred and panic. He immediately noticed her desperation, and let his hand slip from hers with disappointment. He should have known that taking an inmate into society would only lead to troubles...
When she looked back up at him for answers, he looked away and waved her off with an ivory-gloved hand, as though dismissing a pesky acquaintance.
"Just go..." he said bitterly.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 0:49:23 GMT
"No," Wynter said stubbornly as she grabbed his hand so he couldn't just drop it again. If Elisabeth recognized her so be it but she was not going to leave him like this. She looked to Elisabeth one more time before looking back up at him, "I'm with you now."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 19, 2011 0:53:31 GMT
"you..." his green eyes bulged in surprise, "...Honestly??" He stammered as his jaw dropped. She'd never struck him as a faithful girl. He looked down at the small gold band about his left hand, stacked upon an older, more worn wedding band from his beloved husband, and glanced over to the identical one around her finger.
He took her hand once more, pulling the girl close to him with affection, and set off up the steps, only a few paces behind the familiar girl. With their long strides, they soon caught up with and subsequently surpassed the trio of civilians, brushing past them haughtily.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 0:59:35 GMT
Wynter walked past Elisabeth with him but her eyes were still turned down toward the steps she was climbing so she didn't notice wynter as they walked by her and into the court house. Her long red hair came almost completely lose from the hairpins she had carefully placed in her hair at the asylum before they left. When they reached the top of the steps she stopped and tore the rest of the pins out of her hair, tired of fixing it every moment. She let all of it fall down her back in a waterfall of bright red.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 19, 2011 1:05:28 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield chuckled softly as he aided her in removing the bobby pins from her hair. "Oh Wynter...what will I do with you?" He sighed affectionately as he leaned down once more to kiss her again, his body practically aching with need. He had arranged for their carriage to pick them up and fix his riding horse to the team to ride them home in shelter. He hoped she'd be in enough of a mood that they could take the 'long way' home, giving them privacy. He grunted softly in satisfaction as the girl strode by them, playing a bit of a showoff. "Wynter..." he said softly on her flushed lips.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 19, 2011 7:24:20 GMT
((OOC: This role play was moved to The Court House.))
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