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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 20:30:33 GMT -8
He poured her another glass and held her hand and sighed
I wasn't kidding about the killing thing,
You could meerely suggest it and he will end up as paint on a building
He held her close to keep her comfortable
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 20:43:56 GMT -8
Chel turned on the sofa so that her legs draped over his lap and lay down. She shut her eyes and rested her hands on her stomach.
I don't want him dead... that young woman, as her ward I was responsible for her, so I am responsible for her death, although the guards that I hired were the ones to kill them, I was responsible for them dying...
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 20:46:54 GMT -8
He took a deep swig from his bottle and cracked his neck
Possibly, but what was their motive for doing so, did you ever get to the bottom of it?
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 20:57:04 GMT -8
*Chel nodded and sighed*
They were looking for call girls. They did not realize that I would be so "scary" as they said when I caught them afterwards
*she shook her head*
But I am done speaking of these things, I'm tired of speaking of depressing things....
*Chel looked over at him for a few seconds before sitting up and sliding so that she was on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck so that her face was mere inches from his, where he would notice the flush of color on her cheeks that could only come from mass consumption of liquor*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 21:02:29 GMT -8
He rolled his eyes
I wonder why they get models, you can get call girls easier at clubs
what idiots
He looked at her as she slid her hands around his neck, it was less than 10 hours and here she was in his arms, rather he was in hers. He looked at her flushed cheeks and wondered just where this night would go
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 7, 2013 21:12:48 GMT -8
As she looked at him, she realized that she was crying again, tears flowing over her flushed cheeks
I've just... been so alone Phantom...
She grabbed his bottle and took a long swig before handing it back to him, wiping her tears and putting her hand on his shoulder gently
I've been so alone... so... so lost....
Chel seemed broken, this was not the strong, independent woman that Phantom had met.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 7, 2013 21:18:30 GMT -8
He held her close and then picked her up and opened the door to her room and lay her on the bed. He dabbed her tears and then sat on a chair near her and sighed, his massive body hulking there and rocked back and forth.
Look, you have been torn down but you have come back from much worse.
you have just been taken apart and no one will understand that pain, but you have always risen up
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 16:03:04 GMT -8
*When he lay her down she covered herself up and
snuggled down into the comforter, silently wishing that he would just
kiss her and stop talking. That or go to sleep. Either way she was tired
of conversation, although this had been the longest and most needed
conversation she had in a long time*
I will rise again... but not tonight, I will see if I can't relocate... I am.... tired of the city rush. I wish to be somewhere quieter. Somewhere I can lay in grass and listen to the birds chirping their song...
*Her hair spilled over the pillow when she turned her head to look up at him, her eyes finally brightening slightly*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 16:56:35 GMT -8
He listened to her talk, listened to her ramble on and he stood up and walked over her, the robe on him and he leaned over and kissed her deeply, taking her into him and then broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. His eyes glowed with stern command but she may be able to make out his care and concern behind that
Shut up and sleep
His hand cupped her cheek and then he turned and began to walk out of the room turning the lights off leaving a shillouette of himself in the doorway
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 17:04:38 GMT -8
*Chel watched him go, not in the least bit surprised by his actions and believing that he had heard her thoughts. Hell she was drunk enough to let them scream out of her head. But when he turned to leave, her chest was gripped with a chill. What if this was a dream, an alcohol induced nightmare that shifted to show her past so that it could rip it all out from under her and prove that even in this current state, everything would be taken from her*
P-Phantom!
*She had yelled... but it was more of a loud squeak, as she scrambled to sit up, tangling up in the blankets*
Don't.......
*She stopped, what if he no longer felt the same companionship she had felt towards him... what if eight years had changed him to be too far beyond her reach. Yet the liquor gave her just enough nerve to continue*
Don't disappear....
*Chel sat there looking at his shillouette, silent. Waiting for a response*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 17:09:37 GMT -8
He paused and did nothing contemplating the many ways that this night could go. For one, the voices in his head were telling him to kiss her again, tear her throat out, take all she had and move along but another side of him told her to take advantage of her, use the alcohol and satiate his carnal desires until she was limp and unconsious and then keep using her. Yet another part of him just wanted to stay there and sit in the chair, letting her know he was there while the last part of himself just told him to tear it all apart, put up the wall, create distance, and walk out.
He sighed and turned on his heel and walked back over to her but instead of mounting the bed he sat in the chair and crossed one leg over the knee and stayed, no words leaving him, he just sat there and watched her silently
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 17:17:42 GMT -8
*Like all that time ago, Chel slid out of the bed and into his lap, resting her head on his massive shoulder, her small frame dwarfing in comparison. Feeling safer than she would with anything or anyone else, Chel's defenses dropped as the liquor finally took hold and put her to a deep sleep. She hadn't meant to come across weak and vulnerable, but after being without a strong counterpart for so long, she had gotten used to relying on herself, then when the company went under she had almost gone completely into exile. Living alone and planning to never interact with anyone again. And yet, a part of her had said to wait... Now she knew why. Hearing Phantom's heartbeat brought ease to Chel's troubled mind as she rested against him, out to the world for the night*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 17:25:12 GMT -8
He held her and as she passed out in his lap, her head on his chest, he sighed. Many of the options he had just considered were still on the table, or the bed as it were. Standing up with her in his arms, he walked to the bed and drew upon the force to pull back the sheets and he lowered himself to sit on the bed and then lay in it with her still on top of him. The sheets then pulled up and on top of them both, his eye turning green and looking over her, her heart rate was slightly elevated, but the rest of her was fine. The eye changing back to normal he lay there, eyes open and stared at the ceiling. He was used to not sleeping considering half of him never needed it. He was a mechanical being, parts of him cold and calculating while the other half was emotional. This clash of the two parts of him was only part of the reason why he had so many conflicting issues with himself
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 17:33:02 GMT -8
*In the morning that followed, Chel woke with a heavy head, unable to remember clearly what had happened the night before. So naturally, it came as a big surprise to find herself curled up to the one person she had never expected to see again*
Phantom!?
*This voice was of the Chel he knew, the Chel that was a cut-throat business woman who had no remorse of any kind*
When the hell did you show up!?
*Chel shot up away from him and scrambled from the bed with as much grace as one who was tangled in the comforter could. Once standing she stood there staring at him in disbelief, before registering the pounding headache that threatened to blind her*
Ah... I see I drank last night.....
*She shook her head, disapproving of herself as she turned and headed for the kitchen, preparing caf for the both of them*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 17:40:01 GMT -8
His eyes flicked over to her as she lept out of the bed with the grace of a nexu with its knees torn out. Watching her regain her composure He propped himself up on his elbows and rested his back against her backboard and raised an eyebrow. She asked and then before he could answer she was already out of the room and going to what he assumed was the kitchen. He rolled his eyes and slid out of bed and cracked his neck before walking out of the room and to the kitchen
Well, it seems someone cannot tolerate their drink
He smirked and leaned against a wall watching her, her nightie was askew but he was not going to say it because he did like the view
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 17:50:07 GMT -8
*She stiffened as he spoke, her marred hand involuntarilly twitching at the sound of his voice*
It's not the drink, but the quantity. And I don't recall asking you...
*When Chel turned to look at him, her eyes were as emotionless as the last time they had met*
I thought you were dead, what rock did you crawl out from under?
*Clearly, she was in a foul mood, only privately did she allow her heart a flutter at seeing him again. Although eight years had definitely put a dampener on things between them*
Caf?
*Without waiting for an answer she filled him a cup and handed it to him*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 18:15:26 GMT -8
He took the cup and drained it setting it next to the empty bottles that they had shared last night and chuckles
Who cares what I asked or in this case didn't
And I dont remember you being so cold and hard last night
More the opposite so you can knock it off
Though if you really want to know I can tell you all over again
He sat in a chair, wearing the robe she had made for him and waited
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 18:22:08 GMT -8
*Chel turned and looked at him, finally straightening her nightgown and moving towards him, she got right up against him, pressing her hands against his chest*
Do what you want... you always do.
*This was more or less a challenge. Wether physical or mental was unclear but her eyes in their clear state proved that she was not yet ready to forgive*
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 8, 2013 18:25:15 GMT -8
If I wanted to do what I wanted, you would have woken up, your little slip torn to shreds, while you would still be tied down but I did not decide if to just satisfy myself or just end your existence so if I were you I would temper your attitude and control yourself, either compose yourself and talk like the intellectual person I know you to be or this trip was just a waste of my time
His voice was dry, emotionless, clearly her coming off as she did completely changed his demeanor, and he was now second guessing leaving her in a pool of her own blood and leaving
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Post by Chel Garderly on Jul 8, 2013 18:31:21 GMT -8
*Her temper cooled, but she gazed up at him with a hurt that could have been mistaken as offense for his words*
Forgive me... I'm not such a morning person as I once was, I've had no reason to be.
*Unexpectedly she leaned forward and rested her forehead on his chest, breathing in his scent for a few long moments*
You could have at least contacted me....
*When she looked up at him again, she was like she had been last night, her emotions showing bright and true all over her facial features*
Eight years... not knowing if you were alive.... if battle had claimed you....
*Chel shook her head and pressed it to his chest again, wrapping her arms around his stomach and holding him tight, as if again she was afraid he'd disappear*
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