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Post by whisp. on Jul 13, 2009 20:30:38 GMT -5
Eyes softening towards her and the knotted up feeling in her stomach retreated slightly, and her eyes watched him carefully, looking for signs that he was truly unhappy with her. Lillian knew that this was hard for him, her being here…in his bed….in someone else’s clothes. It was strange to her and her lungs took in air faster as she thought about it. Her hand still remained out for him, stretching further out on the bed for him. It remained there patiently as he moved about.
A small blush crept on her face as he went to change and she averted her eyes when his pants slid off, even though she would not see anything. She’d never been so…close to Bryce like this before, and only he would understand what had happened more so than any one else she told the story to. Her gaze flickered back up to him, her eyes rolling down his bare chest and up again to his face. Her hand lifted off the bed slightly, inviting him more and more towards her. She didn’t mind that sweat coated him; she was a mess too for heavens sake.
And then, he slowly climbed into bed with her and a thrill went up her spine. Lillian knew nothing would happen, that they’d just hold each other, but it was the feeling of being so close to him, so personal that made her…happy. Lillian’s body adjusted to his, her arms wrapping around his torso, holding on. She shivered lightly at the kisses on her neck and she tilted her face towards him to study it in the candle light. “You’re alright. You’d know if you crossed any line.” A small smile crept across her face and she leaned up to hesitantly kiss his lips. “I’ll wear it more often then.” And she would.
Her arms held onto him tightly and she buried herself against him, curling closer as he pulled the quilt up over top of them. “no, I’m fine.” She said, knowing if she truly wanted one it would require him getting up, and she didn’t want that. At the knock on the door, she sighed softly, gently and looked up to the little girl who came in. Her lips curled in a soft smile for her. Lillian shifted, so that she was balancing on her arm, showing the girl that she was still in a dress and nothing big was going on. Her hip remained where it was, enjoying and being comforted by his touch.
She listened patiently as the girl explained the different colors and she smiled a bit at the magic part. Lillian thought about erasing the marks that Toni left, but she would skip that color to show the headmistress damage done. If not, it would be harder to prove her case. Her head nodded slowly at each one and she blinked at the bathing part. She imagined Boston carrying a tub over for them and she breathed out slowly, swallowing hard. At Mother Sophie’s last order, Lillian blushed too, lying back on the pillow. From her angle she couldn’t see Bryce’s embarrassment, but she figured he had the same feeling too.
“thank you.” Lillian managed out before the girl left and her gaze moved to Bryce and she frowned lightly, still wishing maybe she could sit near him or something without looking, or have him close by. Slowly, she nodded, looking up to him. “I think so. I’ll be quick.” Lillian leaned over, a kiss landing on his mid back, and she moved to sit up on the bed. Her hands pulled her hair up, not wanting to get it wet for now. She leaned over to kiss his lips gently before allowing him to stand up to follow orders. She’d be alone, but she could do it.
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Post by Poe on Jul 13, 2009 21:30:40 GMT -5
Bryce nodded, taking her hips as she got up off the bed, pressing his lips gently into hers, his eyes closing slightly, his hands holding on, refusing to let go just yet. His lips remained on hers for a long moment, hungry, yet gentle. Finally, he drew back, his blue eyes smoldering into her (YAY FOR CHEAP CHEESY PENNY ROMANCE NOVELS AT GROCERY STORES!) bright blue once. He let his hands drop down her thighs, touch gentle. Then he stood up, his body brushing against hers and walked toward the door. "Yes, please be quick," he said, grinning. "I smell. Badly. I can't even think of words to describe it." Making a face, Bryce opened the door to Boston, who was standing with a huge basin of hot water, barely able to hold it, having help from a few other men. "Can we... come in?" He asked, sweat protruding from the pores in his forehead. Bryce backed up, grinning slightly. "Be my guest." He stopped and watched as they set the basin down on the floor, placed a few blankets around it, tipped their hats to Lillian- if they even acknowledged her, and then walked out, several gripping Bryce's arm in farewell.
Bryce looked at Lillian for a long moment. Then he smiled, winked, and walked out of the caravan, his heavy footsteps echoing against the wood, the door solidly sliding shut. He didn't wander far, just to a fire only a caravan or two down, where the other men were sitting and talking, telling tales or singing. He joined in, listening silently and grabbing a handful of nuts someone had pulled out to share. His mind continually wandered back to Lillian. Naked. In his caravan. He entertained the thought, knowing how wrong it was, but really quite unable to help it.
Scratching the back of his head he glanced back to where Boston was sitting, playing guard dog.
ooc: OMG THIS SUCKS. D: shoot me now.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 13, 2009 22:21:16 GMT -5
Callused hands held her close to him and her lips remained against his and she kissed him slightly harder, afraid that if he left she may not see him again. Her hand played with his hair and she breathed out hard as the kiss stopped and her eyes locked onto his, swallowing hard at the look. She still wanted him.
There was a shiver that went through her spine at his touch and she allowed the body brush, enjoying just touching him. She laughed at what he said, waving a hand and going to sit on the bed. “No worries. I’ll make it fast.” Lillian watched in curiosity as the Boston and a few others brought the tub in, setting it up. She gave a faint smile to them and thanked them as they left, studying the tub and dipping her fingers in for a moment to test it. She gave a slight wave to Bryce as he left and then slowly created more candles to provide light.
Lillian studied the door for a long time before she slowly emptied the bottles into the tub, figuring they should sit for a bit, and then she moved out of the dress slowly, careful not to tear the seams. She folded it easily and placed it on the bed and moved to her undergarments and slid them off, placing them with the dress. She shivered lightly and even though she was alone, covered up a bit. Bending a leg over, she moved to sink into the tub, relaxing her neck against the brim, enjoying the warmth of water around her.
Her thoughts wandered and when Bryce came in her mind and how he was surely not far away, she dunked herself under water, shaking away thoughts of him sneaking in here. She scrubbed at her face, arms, legs; cleaning off Toni Wilkes. Lillian was not long, maybe ten minutes later, when she felt the potions start to kick in. She wrung out her hair gently and wrapped the towel around her. Fingers ran down across the dress of silk and she slowly dried herself off before slipping it on and running the towel through her hair a few times. She felt better, cleaner and slowly she moved towards the door, opening it slowly. Her body jumped when she saw Boston, slightly surprised he was there. “oh uhm. Hi. Thank you….” She cleared her throat slowly, “where’s Bryce? I’m done with my bath.” Her fingers smoothed out the dress and she looked out towards the gatherings of people, wondering if she could spy his head from where she was.
At the slight breeze, she shivered, rubbing her arm to cover the goose bumps that formed.
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Post by Poe on Jul 13, 2009 23:30:15 GMT -5
Boston turned around and glanced at her as she walked up behind him, hardly surprising him. He smirked slightly, and nodded over to Bryce who was sitting around the fire, roaring with laughter, and pulling a small girl up onto his lap. She picked the nuts out of the palm of his hand, chewing slowly as she watched the flames. Boston stood silently for a moment and then put his hands up, cupping his mouth and calling. "Hey! Bryce! Come get clean!" There was more laughter at Bryce's expense as he looked up, noticing Lillian and Boston. His face lit up, and he set the child down on the ground, filling her open hands with the peanuts he'd taken from the other man. He waved goodbye, jogging over to Lillian and Boston. Boston looked at the two of them, rolled his eyes, still smirking, and turned to walk back to the fire. Bryce glanced at Boston and then at Lillian, leaning down to kiss her lips gently. "Give me five minutes," he said, grinning slightly. He was reluctant, though, to let go of her. His arms slithered away from her waist, allowing their skin to touch as much as possible. He kissed her cheek again, not caring that he felt eyes on him from over by the fire, all shocked that Bryce was bold enough to press his lips so hard against hers, to love her so openly. "Don't let them harass you too much, if you go over there," he said, grinning.
Bryce bathed quickly, using the last of the hot water to wash out his hair, to wipe the grime and sweat off of his skin, to allow the dirt to flow off of his body. When he was sure that Mother Sophie's "body wash" had done it's job, he stepped out of the tub, allowing it to drip down before he grabbed a towel, drying off quickly and shaking his hair out. He glanced at the door as he slunk over to the bed, pulling the loose slacks back on, still standing shirtless in the dim candlelight. He looked around him, rather shocked that all of these had been lit, chuckling when he decided it must have been Lillian. He smiled slightly at the thought and then propped open the door, whistling for Boston and his men to get their asses inside and haul this thing out. While he waited for them to clear out, he stood with Lillian, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist, and when the caravan was clear, he nodded toward the door. "C'mon," he said. "We can maybe, actually get some sleep now."
The bed was soft, the blankets warm. The bottles of sleeping potion sat silently by the bedside, awaiting to be consumed, where they would do their work in putting the two of them to sleep so that nightmares would be scared away (and he was sure no sexual arousing would occur). "Meh," he muttered, snuggling up next to Lillian, his eyes drifting shut already as he littered the back of her neck and shoulders with kisses, his lips seemingly unable to get enough. His arms were wrapped around her waist, one hand lightly against her stomach, the other on her hip. God. He wanted her. His lips just couldn't get enough of her skin, and his hands gently traced patterns through the soft cloth of the dress. Finally, he pulled back, a deep blush literally rising onto his neck from his back. "I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. "I just... can't seem to help it." The potions that Mother had given them made her smell more than heavenly and she seemed so much more comfortable in these clothes than she did in the fluff n' stuff from the school, where they only tried to transform your figure into something you couldn't be with corsets and such. He drew in a deep breath. "I should let you get some sleep. I'm being bad," he said lightly, his own eyes already growing thick with exhaustion. "That way you can wake up early and... not get in too much trouble when they find your room empty." He still didn't like that idea. "But God." Unable to help himself, he swung one of his legs over top of hers, looking down at her, fighting every urge in his body to put his mouth to hers and allow his hands to roam up her dress and touch the soft skin. "You drive me crazy, Lil," he whispered.
He would be saying that in his sleep all night. For some reason, he knew that. He'd whisper it while he held her, the pale moon still shining in on them, beginning to set in the early morning, the stars still hiding from view, as if all the other worlds out there simply vanished. They'd fall asleep to the constant talk from the men outside, playing poker and running patrol on the camp. After the last time the coppers invaded- they knew that they had no chance. "You drive me crazy," he muttered again, putting his face in her hair.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 14, 2009 16:10:09 GMT -5
Lillian’s gaze moved over to the crowd of people gathered around the fire and her eyes found Bryce. She smiled softly as she watched him with the little girl, a new feeling rushing through her body. He’d make a good father… she thought absently and blushed slightly at the other thoughts that came with it, ones leading to how she hoped she’d make a good mother to what it would be like if she and Bryce had a child. None the less it sent shivers up and down her arms, and she rubbed them, leaning slightly against the doorframe as Boston called for Bryce. A slight smile curled on her lips at the phrase and she watched and waved slightly as Bryce came jogging over.
Her arms wrapped around him as his snaked around her and she placed a gentle hand to his cheek and returned the kiss gently, letting her lips linger against him, not wanting to let go. She could feel holes in the back of her head forming from the stares they were receiving. Lillian knew that she and Bryce weren’t the normal scene…gypsy and school girl. That they were a rare breed, something that would be tucked aside and she’d probably be known as some choice words. But for now she didn’t mind and she stroked his cheek as he talked, “I’ll be counting.” Her eyes wandered to the small group, curious if she’d be accepted over there. She waited until Bryce was inside before she wandered over, making light conversation.
At the whistle she looked up, saying goodbye to those she had talked to and she meandered over, letting her figure slip next to Bryce’s. Her fingers gently stroked his arm as the tub was taken out and she let out a long breath, glancing to the woods and people for a long moment before slipping inside with him. The candle light made the wet spots glimmer and she looked up to Bryce, gently running her hands through his hair. “perhaps we will…”
Curled up under the covers with Bryce, she eyed the yellow potions waiting beside the bed for when they were ready to snooze. But Lillian wasn’t so sure she wanted sleep, she could occupy her night by just watching Bryce dream, wondering what was crossing his mind at that moment, comforting him if nightmares arose. Her body fit perfect as a puzzle piece next to his, tiny compared to his tall, muscular build. Shivers ran up and down her body at his kisses and she arched herself closer to him, creating zero space between his body and hers. Her fingers stroked his chest lightly, running up and down occasionally, soaking in the texture, the feeling. Lillian could hardly wrap her head around how affectionate he was, how gentle and caring. She almost didn’t know how to react.
Eyes moved to him, catching the slight blush in the dim light, she smiled, reaching to stroke his face. “You’re not doing anything wrong. It feels…good.” She blushed slightly, tilting her head closer to his hand, begging for attention. The silk dress moved effortlessly across the sheets and her leg furthest from him moved back and forth slightly, curious of the feeling. Lillian thought that she could get used to this; simple clothing, simple house, simple lifestyle. Living everyday so peacefully, so in touch with the world and others, nothing like the city life where everyone was into each others business, greedy hands reached for money and shiny, expensive things. Lillian wanted to get away from all that, she really did, and as she looked to Bryce she thought for a moment, that she could see her future with him. But she was afraid that was getting too far ahead of herself.
For now she concentrated on how he moved around her and she watched his face as he talked. “I think I’ll have an excuse to be late, I won’t get into too much trouble.” She said as her lips connected with his jaw lightly. “I’d be fine with just watching you sleep…” Lillian really wasn’t ready to go back to that school…the drama, the stress, the issues she’d have to bring up. She wished that it was someone else, how horrible the thought, than her. Lillian was strong, but she wasn’t ready. This wasn’t some game anymore, this was serious. She wasn’t going against just some teacher, she was going against a something and a wrong move could have serious consequences. She was afraid that if she let Bryce out of her view for a moment, it would sneak up and steal him off, hurt him, kill him. And she’d be alone, no one to share the moonlight with.
There was a faint chuckle at his last words and she found herself half under him, looking up. Her breathing picked up a few paces and she wrapped her arms around him accordingly. Goosebumps formed at his words and she swallowed hard, trying to calm the nerves that rose in her body, all of them wanting him. She was aware of his bare chest against her, the small areas of her open skin burning at his touch. Her lip curled in slightly as she bit her lip, temptation right there in front of her, on top of her, breathing against her. He was intoxicating, every bit of him was. Her hips slowly, subconsciously rolled against his, wanting a reaction. Maybe they’d get less sleep tonight than they had planned which, honestly, she was alright with.
Before he could bury his face into her hair, she took his head gently, stroking his cheeks and leaned up to press her lips firmly against his. Her body pushed closer to him and her hands pulled his head closer, wanting to feel him against her. Pale skin to pale skin.
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Post by Poe on Jul 14, 2009 17:17:48 GMT -5
"No, you need your sleep," he said, looking down at her, shifting his weight so that he was straddling her now, completely overtop of her. His voice was soft, lost completely by the strength of her kiss. His lips opened slightly, running his hand down her hip, shuddering when she rose up against him. His breathing picked up and he wrapped his arms around her slim waist, enjoying the feeling of the silk against his bare chest. His body tensed, the muscles coiling as he arched his own back up, pulling her closer to him, one of his hands running up to hold her head up, entwining itself in her hair, pushing her mouth a bit harder against his... He lightened his kiss, his hand running down the back length of her body before he gently released her, easing her back down onto the bed, his breathing coming out in short gasps. He looked down at her, swallowing. "I really. Really. Really. Should not do that," he whispered, liking the feeling but loving the quiet love that they had together so much better. In all honesty. He was scared of hurting her. Physically. And emotionally. But he was scared of getting hurt too. Right now she loved him, wanted him, needed him, but that was because of past events. He didn't know... maybe in a two years she'd meet some man that just totally knocked her socks off, blew her away, made her heart do cartwheels. And that man wouldn't be Bryce, who could never give her gold or diamonds or lovely dresses. He couldn't supply her a suitable and stable home. He couldn't give her or their children (if they chose to have any- if that day ever came) any sort of saftey. If nothing else, they would be in more danger than any of the other kids- they would be halfies. Mixed blood. And he would be killed and she exiled if anyone ever found out. He wouldn't want her to live like that. But at the same time he did. He wanted to be selfish and keep her to himself for all times. He didn't really mind being selfish. But he knew... Knew that he would, in the end, only want what she wanted.
Bryce leaned down to kiss Lillian gently on the lips once more before he rolled off from the top of her, laying on his own side of the bed, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, a smirk placed gently on his lips. He pushed a hand through his hair, turning his head to look at her, eyes studying her face. "Sorry," he said. Though he wasn't sure if he was sorry for stopping or for starting. He just hoped he hadn't disappointed her. "And no, you need to sleep. No watching me sleep," he said, leaning over her to grab the bottle of yellow looking... goop. With bottle in hand, he climbed out of bed to grab a chipped teacup with a pink flower painted on the front. He poured the potion into the glass, putting it up to his nose to sniff it, grinning slightly. "Smells like lemons, I'm sure it won't taste too horrible." He hopped over to the bed, holding up the bottle with still half of the yellow stuff in it that he would drink. "Come on," he said softly, "do it for me, please." That was probably a bit low, but he was getting tired himself, and he was afraid that soon the moon would disappear into the ground and the sun would come up the other side... And that just wouldn't do at all. So he held out the cup, grinning slightly, his eyes twinkling. "I promise I'll still hold you, and that I'll still be here when you wake up." Bryce new for a fact that Mother's potions worked. And worked very well. They'd be out of it as soon as their heads it the pillows.
The moon outside shown down with mystery and he knew that if they didn't get to bed soon they never would. All he wanted was to fall asleep curled up next to her, sleeping softly, sleeping soundly. Not doing anything except holding her and breathing in her scent. Dreaming of blackness and being undisturbed the whole night, knowing she was completely safe. And right there. In his arms. He took a deep breath and held the bottle out further to her.
ooc: Whisp, this is super sucky, so please don't shoot me. D:
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Post by whisp. on Jul 14, 2009 19:22:34 GMT -5
“I’ll be fine…” she said softly, the rest of her sentence lost as he straddled her, a sudden, shrill shiver rolling through her body. Hips moved against him and her body arched more, pushing her front side against his. The silk rolled smoothly against him and goose bumps rose at the feeling of his arms around her. Acceptingly she moved up towards him, hands running through his hair slowly, returning the kiss passionately, her body reacting naturally to him.
When the kiss lightened, she clung to it, not wanting to stop, nowhere close to being done with what she wanted to do with him. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him and she shook her head slowly, “why not?” she swallowed, still tasting him on her lips, feeling him against her. “Bryce…” she said his name softly, wanting him to come closer again and hold her close.
Fear. She knew that was what held them back, he was afraid to love her and lose her, or that he was not good for her. But she didn’t want the diamonds or the dresses, just love. She was a girl who could have anything by just a touch of her fingers, material goods meant nothing to her. What Lillian strived for and wanted was happiness and love, things that wishing and magic would not get her. She could keep them safe, wrap things up in magic and throw away the key. She’d move out here, stay with him, have a life she always wanted with him. She’d do anything for Bryce, anything.
Lillian attempted to keep him on her, reaching out her hands and clinging slightly but he rolled off still and she swallowed hard, a knot of rejection in her stomach. It was silly thoughts, she knew better….that that’s not what it meant, but still. She wanted him so badly; wanted to feel his warmth in her, she blushed at the thought, and around. Swallowing hard, she looked over at him as he apologized, staying quiet and watched him start the potion. From where she was on the bed she could smell the lemon and she sucked in a deep breath. She remained quiet still as he talked, thinking, mind moving about in different patterns. Kneeling on the bed she scooted closer to him and the edge. Moving slowly she leaned to kiss near his naval, fingers stroking the bare skin of his stomach. “Bryce…make love to me.” The words were soft, gentle, a hum in the night, barely audible and doubtfully heard. She didn’t know if that was the wrong or right thing to say, only that she knew that’s what she wanted. Her lips landed below his belly button now and she tilted her forehead against him, breathing out against his skin. She was almost afraid to look up, knowing that rejection was probably waiting for her. Slowly she reached for the potion from him, eyeing it for a long moment. “You promise you’ll hold me?” she asked gently, looking from him to the yellow concoction in her hand. She knew as soon as she took it there was no going back, she’d be asleep, the night moving faster than imaginable and then she’d have to deal with the stone cold reality of tomorrow.
She just wanted to feel safe and Lillian figured that she could settle with holding onto him as she slept away the fears and was breathing against him, his firm arms around her, shielding her from harm.
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Post by Poe on Jul 17, 2009 10:00:43 GMT -5
"Lillian," Bryce mimicked her soft voice, smirking ever so slightly as he watched her on the bed, still waiting for her to come get the drink already. He waited as patiently has he could though, while she (very seductively) pulled her body across the bed... The silk dress rode up on her legs slightly, and he could feel his heartbeat slowly pick up as she kissed the taunt skin near his bellybutton, and stroked his stomach. He blinked rapidly, trying to slow the beating of his heart, and knowing that it would never happen at her next words. The bottle, still half full with yellow potion that was meant for him to drink, dropped from his hands and shattered on the floor, sending the stuff spilling across the caravan. His body was tense, tight, and he knew that he wanted to do just that, that he wanted to crawl over top of her, screw sleep, and peel the clothes from her skin. That he wanted to feel her moving beneath him and her warmth surrounding him. But he pushed the thoughts away, using literal physical strength, and looked down at her, as she knelt in front of him on the bed. "Lillian, please don't do this to me," he moaned, his body aching with desire and temptation. Every fiber of his being knew that those words would only hurt her more, but he couldn't help it! He was trying with all his heart to be good, to not mess up, to not have a real reason to be killed in the morning by the first Englishman he ran into. But there she was, begging for that. Was the only way to knock sense into her head to hurt her? And he hated that. With all his heart.
Finally she took the drink, and he sighed in relief, moving to grab a towel to sweep up the yellow liquid before it completely ruined his floor. He glanced up at from his hands and knees while he swept it up, his eyes soft. "Yes, Lil, I'll hold you," he said softly. "I promise. I won't let you go all night." With the towel soaked full of yellow sleeping potion he walked over to the door, opened it and tossed it into the night, just in case it decided to explode or something. Then he began to pick up little pieces of glass, brushing them off onto a plate. But he wasn't getting into bed until she put that cup to her lips and gulped it down.
So he stood, waiting, at the edge of his bed, arms crossed over his chest, for her to drink the liquid completely- every last drop. Otherwise, she wouldn't sleep well with the nightmares burning into her eyes, or something else terrible would happen... He shook his head, still trying to desperately get rid of both images of pleasure, and images of her in pain. Bryce watched her, gaze gentle, wishing she'd just get it over with. At least that way he could hold her close, kiss her hair and know everything would be okay.
But would it really?
ooc: Suuuuuuuuucks D:
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Post by whisp. on Jul 23, 2009 19:38:24 GMT -5
His voice echoed through her ears, her lungs releasing air slower as her gaze reached up to meet his eyes, holding them in hers. The dress slid over her body as she leaned up once more to place her lips to his naval and kissing the skin there, lingering longer against him. Lillian could hear the thudding of her heart in her head as she thought about she was doing, who she was doing it to, and what else she wanted to do. The feeling in her body was holding her to the position. She was scared to lose her innocence to just anyone and she had come so close tonight that right now in this moment she wanted nothing more than for someone she loved, Bryce, to take her under the covers and hold her body against his and participate in sweet bliss.
The crashing of the bottle shook her thoughts away and she pulled back from him, breathing hard. Her eyes darted over the shattered pieces of glass that littered his floor like diamonds. His words pierced through her being and she retreated from the side of the bed, her fingers gripping onto the bottle she had taken. It stung, but she knew she knew better. But she couldn’t help the thoughts that maybe he didn’t want her, that there was nothing more there and he was just helping her out. They all swirled and she looked at him, the words of love choked in her throat.
She watched him slowly as he cleaned up, the guilt knotting itself in her stomach in a hard ball. He would hold her and watch over her, the thought alone comforted her being and she sat patiently observing him as he brushed the tiny pieces of glass away, erasing the evidence that anything had fallen and broken. Shakily with her free hand she ran it through her hair, feeling the cold memory of something else on her skin. Lillian wished it was that easy to erase the memory, to just take a brush and scoop it away and there’d be no sign that anything had broken. “I’m sorry Bryce.” Lillian said quickly, rubbing her arm. “I could help you sleep?” she offered, willing to bend magic for him, to wrap its arms around him and comfort him in his dreams.
Finally he stood at the edge of the bed, waiting and watching. Eyeing the yellow liquid she slowly brought it to her lips, unsure. There was hesitation in the movement, fear of the unknown. Lillian glanced to him one more time before she slowly tilted the glass back and began to drink. The lemon taste was almost overwhelming at first and her face scrunched up in response before her taste buds adjusted. Slowly the drink disappeared and she reached out to place it on some sort of surface. At first there was nothing, she felt the same, nothing strange happening to her body.
“Bryce I don’t—“ the statement was cut short as a wave of exhaustion swept upon her as if the whole night had just caught up with her and there was no possible way she could last any longer. Without much hesitation she shifted along the bed, her eyes almost slits as she continued to look up at him. Her hand reached out for him, waiting for his to lock around hers and keep her safe. “I’m sorry.” She apologized again, her eyes blinking impossibly slowly. “I’m sorry I’m…trouble.” The words were a sigh, her mouth barely forming what she was trying to say to him. The hand reaching out for him gradually made contact with the bed, as if all the weight on the world was holding it there. “I love you.”
And her eyes finally fully closed and she drifted into a dark world of sleep.
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Post by Poe on Jul 27, 2009 21:44:14 GMT -5
"No, you just sleep," Bryce said gently at her offer of what he knew was magic. As much as he knew she was trying to help, he wanted to be as alert in his sleep as possible that night. He just wasn't sure who was lurking in the darkness. A shudder ran down his spine that he hoped she didn't see, and he smiled at her as she drank it, laughing gently at her face when she tasted and disliked the lemon. It truly was classic. At her words of doubt, he smirked. "Give it a minute..." It seemed she only needed seconds, her eyelids drooped, and Bryce climbed into the bed with her, gently gathering him into her arms. "Don't apologize. You aren't trouble at all," he said softly, kissing her forehead gently. "You're my beautiful, wonderful mess is all." He smirked. "I love you too, Lillian," he murmured, feeling her body go slack against his as sleep found her way into her brain. "Sleep well tonight, my dear," he said softly, his breath brushing against her ear. His fingers gently stroked the skin of her upper arm, and then her hair as he nestled down into the with her, pulling the blankets up to her chin, his arms wrapped firmly around her middle, happy that the drink had put her to sleep knowing that she wouldn't be awake again at all that night. He blew out the candle, and, true to his word, curled up next to her, holding her tight, taking as good a care of her as he could. As he lay next to her, breathed in her scent, his eyes never closing as they stared out of the small rectangular window near the ceiling of his caravan. Through that small window, the silver light of their moon shone through, resting on them and turning her creamy skin even whiter, making her look even more like the angel she was. He stroked her skin, wishing that this moment would never end. Wishing she'd stop trying to seduce him, that they could be in simple love like this. That they could touch and kiss innocently. That they could simply be... He chuckled slightly, thinking of what she'd look like with daisies braided into her hair, wearing a thin white dress and dancing through the trees, a child of creamy brown skin resting on her hip, the sun high above them, her ivory skin kissed with freckles from the sun's rays... And her coming to him with their child... He fell asleep with that image in his head, flickering on the lids of his eyes, dancing before him. And he loved every second of that vibrant, colorful dream...
He was torn from his dream that night from a single shout in the camp. It sounded like it came from a woman... He lurched up from his bed, sitting upright, so his waist up emerged form the blankets, the moonlight looking as if he was floating. The moon had almost sunk back into the hills and trees, nearly bathing them in complete darkness. He glanced down at Lillian, who was still sleeping soundly. With a heavy sight, he bent down to kiss her brow, moving to the door to peer out, looking for the cause of the disturbance, glancing back at her as his weight left the bed... Satisfied that she was fine, he opened the door, staring out. When he was sure nothing was there he shut the door quietly, moving to splash his face with water. As he moved to the other side of the small caravan, the gypsy jumped, letting out a hollow shout, staring at the bed where Toni Wilkes lay, sprawled out next to Lillian Macarthur, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, playing with his hair, a smirk resting on his thin, pale lips. The man pushed a hand through his hair, and then held it up (looking much like Adolf Hitler as he did). "No, no," he said as Bryce moved forward. "You will stay right there, or I'll kill her." As he spoke, his index finger shifted into a sharp stainless steel blade. He rose his eyebrows, letting it rest on her throat. "And if you stay there, I'll leave her be... And how would that look, Mr. Sanders? A rich woman's blood spilled in your bed... Wearing barely anything that would pass as... safe in her society." He laughed at Bryce's confused expression. "What? Are you surprised that I know so much about you, Mister Bryce Sanders? Don't be. I did my research on you. It wasn't difficult to convince the people around here I was one of them." As he spoke, his face shifted into Bryce's own, and he smirked. "See? I'm quite... talented."
Bryce stood rigid, rooted to the spot he stood. And Toni looked at him approvingly. "At least you know how to take serious orders," he said, sighing, a yawn passing his lips. "That should make this that much less painful." "What do you want from me?" Bryce asked, his voice cracking with the anger and pain he was feeling at the moment. How could he have let this happen. Toni smiled, admiring his nails before looking at the boy before him. "I just want to speak to her," he said, stroking her hair, leaving a small line of blood on her shoulder where the blade stroked her skin. His smirk widened, and he watched Bryce for a reaction, upset that he didn't get much of one. The boy was good. That was for sure. Toni leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. A snarl ripped from Bryce's lips and he took a large step forward. "Nu uh uh uh," Toni murmured, putting the knife back up to her neck. "You don't want my finger to slip... do you?" He asked, smirking. Bryce was visibly shaking now, staring only at Lillian. "I only wanted to speak to her," Toni said, looking at her. "But since it seems she's asleep, you'll do something for me. You're going to escort her into the woods tomorrow. I'll be waiting. And I will speak to her there. It is thanks to my good mood that the headmistress knows nothing of her being her- but my good sir, that could change in minutes. She will speak to me before returning to the school, do you understand?" Bryce said nothing, his eyes narrowing. "No? Well, then, if you don't, I can do some convincing. Believe me," Toni said. "I can do so much worse to her right now than I did earlier tonight." His hand crept over to her chest, sliding down her breasts, applying pressure slightly. Bryce squeezed his eyes shut. "I understand!" He burst out, panting, wanting to only lunge at the man. Toni laughed, his hands not stopping their roam for a minute. And then. "Good. Then you'll understand that this meeting never happened too?" Bryce nodded robotically. "Wonderful. This went very smoothly."
Toni stood up fluidly, his fingers all fingers again. "I'll see you tomorrow then. The both of you." Before Bryce could blink, he was a fly, and was out the small window, zooming away into the night.
Shaking Bryce crawled back into bed with Lillian, pulling her closer again, his arms wrapping around her, his face buried in her hair, his heart beating out fear as he waited for the morning...
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Post by whisp. on Jul 28, 2009 20:43:17 GMT -5
There was a silence to the room as she pulled the concoction to her lips, drinking and slowly falling. She could hear his laughter and faint words and Lillian smiled to herself, feeling content and happy in his caravan. Physically she could feel him wrap himself around her, their two bodies coming together. Her body slumped in her sleep, her breathing slowing down to a slow pace. For the first few moments, her brain supplied images of her and Bryce and their future, soft dreams to drift her away. But before long the images left her and she was left with a sea of darkness and an easy night.
She was not aware of the danger that had wrapped itself around her, kissed her lips, touched her. The only thing left over from the night would be the faint cuts on her shoulder and the blood stains turned brown from sitting out throughout the night. She did not tense at this danger, there was no disruption to her dream. If she only knew what lurked around her. Lillian just simply slept through the night, being held by Bryce once more. There were no more tears, no more scary thoughts. Just simple paradise in her sea of nothing…
At the first stream of light, Lillian stirred slightly. Her body thawing from the position it had held. She felt refreshed, new again. Eyelids remained closed as she stretched out a bit, wrapping herself more around Bryce. In that moment, everything felt right. Like things fit the puzzle. This was where she wanted to be in the mornings, curled up next to the man she loved. Sucking in a deep breath, she leaned and kissed his chest lightly as her eyes opened lazily. It was a few moments later that she remembered the night before and its nightmares. All of that seemed so distant now, unreal. There was a long breath and she turned her gaze up to Bryce, a hand moving to stroke the side of his face. There was something about him that was captivating. The way his lips curved and how peaceful he looked when he slept. Lillian couldn’t get over this, just how…perfect he was.
Slowly, she leaned over to press her lips tentatively to his before resting her head back down on the pillow, her eyes closing as she tried to wake herself up for the day ahead. But for now…she just wanted to enjoy these moments with him.
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Post by Poe on Jul 28, 2009 22:37:03 GMT -5
Bryce awoke that morning from his uneasy sleep by a gentle kiss on his chest. A low sigh of contentment escaped his throat, having started deep in his chest. Below his closed eyelids, his blue eyes flickered, and he stretched in his bed, much like Lillian had. As his back cracked, he opened one eye, looking at her carefully. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, not aware what time it was or how long the sun had been up, and not particularly caring, except for the nagging in the back of his mind of what he had to do that morning. With his mouth stretching wide in a yawn, Bryce flung the crook of his elbow up to his open mouth- attempting to hide his bad breath. It really was moments like these that he wanted to last forever. Simply... minus the nagging. He looked at her, enjoying the feel of her hand on his face. He stroked the soft skin of her hip, running his hand up and down her leg, smiling. Bryce sighed, glancing toward the window, wishing he didn't have the break the wonderful moment that they were making here. "Lillian..." he whispered, scootching closer in the bed to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "We need to go... very soon." He knew that they girls didn't have to honestly be up until... eight-ish or so, but the sun was almost in the right position in the sky. He hated breaking the moment like he was doing, but it had to be done. He had to get her back to the school, and he had to make sure that Toni Wilkes spoke to her. He wouldn't leave her side, that was for sure. Toni would have his work cut out for him if he wanted Bryce to bugger off. He sighed, slowly starting to sit up in bed, throwing back the thick blankets to expose his chest completely to the cool air of the world.
Goosebumps rose on his arms and he looked over at Lillian. "Come on," he said, lifting up the dress she'd been in last night, frowning at the muddied edge and torn seams. They really should have had the women fix that last night. He blinked, set it back down on the chair, and struggled into his own shirt and pants, wiggling his bare toes on the hard, cold wood floor. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he watched her, waiting for her to get her lazy butt out of bed and get dressed. He was honestly forcing himself to do all of this, to get up, to splash water on his face and let it run down the back of his neck, to dress and strap on his belt. Believe you, me he'd rather be jumping onto the bed, bouncing her up and down to get her to wake up, he'd much rather be kissing her, touching her, tickling her, in an attempt to get her out of bed. Instead, he felt a sick knot in the pit of his stomach, and was seriously wondering if he could hold down the breakfast he could smell cooking outside.
Guilt filled his eyes, and he looked at her. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't be in such a hurry, but I don't want you to get into trouble..." and he didn't know how long he had to get her all the way to Toni- and who knew where he'd be lurking in the woods... Bryce mentally shivered, pushing that to the back of his mind again. "I can let you get dressed... and then we can get something to eat before I take you back, is that okay?" He was cautious, watching her as carefully as he was watching his words.
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Post by whisp. on Aug 3, 2009 22:24:52 GMT -5
She felt safe and content that morning as she woke up, a new start waiting at her fingertips. It felt good, she was here...safe, and in Bryce's arms. Blue eyes met his as they opened and she smiled softly at him. "Good morning sunshine. The sun has come out to see you..." her lips found his chest again and she stretched out her toes, small cracking noises following. "i slept wonderfully. did you?" she studied his face, looking for bags under his eyes or stress lines. To her relief, she didn't seem to find anymore than usual.
It was a gentle scene, soft, normal...maybe even something she could get used to. Waking up in his arms every morning, feeling him against her. The small light that carried its way through the windows lightened up the whole caravan. Slowly, as she moved, she could feel the twists and pulls of soreness that ached its way through her body. His hand moving around her felt amazing, and she longed for it not to stop. When he moved closer she did too, their bodies pressing against each others in a long moment. "I know." she said gently, the moments fading as he sat up. Immediately, she recoiled from the cold, retreating more under the blankets as she yawned, burying her face slightly in the pillow. At his request to move, she didn't. She wanted to remain here, curled up in his bed. She wanted to walk away everyday smelling like him. She wanted him to come back to bed and pull her into his arms and hold her close as the lazy hours of the morning drifted into afternoon.
"i understand Bryce." Lillian had no idea at what sort of worry he was going through, the stress, the anything. She just eventually crawled out of bed, running a hand through the mess she called hair. "mhmmm." but she didn't want that, but her voice didn't say this. Instead she allowed him to step out and moved to change into the old, dirty dress. Turning, she was startled by herself in the mirror and she blinked a few times. She was half the girl from last night and half the girl from this morning. The image didn't sit right.
Doing what she could with hair, she eventually emerged and met up with Bryce, eating a bit slowly, savoring the time with him. Finally it couldn't be held off much longer and she took his hand slowly in hers, walking to the forest, confident in the safety of the sun and the man beside her.
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Post by Poe on Aug 3, 2009 22:31:13 GMT -5
Did You... Sail Across The Sun...? [/Font] They ate quietly together, the stress of what he must soon do weighing deep on his mind. He said nothing while he worked his way through the bread and strawberry curd, leaving the cooked rabbit that someone had caught that morning in the stolen griddle, figuring he wouldn't be able to stomach it, if he were walking into a trap. The mere thought of that twisted his stomach into knots, and he glanced over at Lillian, hoping she couldn't see the pain and fear on his rather blank face. He smiled lightly at her, forcing himself not to think of the events of last night in the caravan, or of how much she looked like she did last night when his friends had saved her from that beast. He looked back at the smoldering pile of ash, popping the last crust of his bread into his mouth, licking the red jelly off of his fingers and drying them on his pants before looking at Lillian. When she finally appeared to be finished, he allowed her to take her hand, almost feeling he needed the support and then walked into the shade of the trees with her.
Bryce didn't honestly think anything had been so eerie in his life. The woods were practically silent, except for their shallow breathing and footsteps as they walked across the ground. Mist was still rising off the lake, floating through the trees, and they sliced through it, the weak morning sun barely able to burn it off of the ground. Only crows cawed from the limbs of trees above them, and they flapped around in their nests, attempting to become comfortable before hunger drove them back out into the air. But Bryce held her hand, sucked it up, and walked through the woods as though there really was nothing wrong. His posture was different though, wary, his bright blue eyes shifting nervously through the gloom, as if he expected at any moment something to leap at him, rip her from his grasp and rush her away where no one could save her. A mental shudder ripped through his body and he glanced down at Lillian. "So, have you decided what you're going to tell the headmistress yet?" He asked, reaching up to push a hand through his hair, hoping that the loose, easy words would help break the stiff silence that hung around them, palpable in the air. He cleared his throat slightly, glancing toward the path that would normally lead him toward the cave- his normal morning commute. His feet longed to go that way, to just keep her with him, but he couldn't stand to see what Toni Wilkes would do to her if Bryce messed up this simple task- and it was only to protect her, wasn't it? He let out a deep breath, continuing his path to the school.
No one ever expects the devil to show up when he does. So when Toni slunk through the mist, materializing out of a shadow and appearing in their path, Bryce jumped- both shocked and startled to see him there. "What the he-" Bryce grabbed for his throat with his free hand, and moved to take a step in front of Lillian, discovering he wasn't going anywhere. A muffled moan came from his throat, his voice otherwise gone, and he looked from Lillian to Toni, quickly pushing her behind his back, his eyes narrowing slightly. Toni laughed, the sound low and cold, not sounding human. "Ah, come now Bryce, let's play nice," Toni purred, moving forward to pull Lillian over to him. Silently, he passed his hands over her feet, allowing her to have her back against Bryce's chest- and that was being kind. He smirked slightly, holding up his hands. "If you two agree to play nice, I'll keep these to myself." He didn't wait for an agreement, tucked his long fingered hands into his pockets and tilted his head to the side, his black, flowing hair falling there. "Now," he started, letting out a breath. "It is thanks to my good graces and patience with the two of you that the headmistress knows nothing about you not being in bed last night, Lillian- and may I say," he smirked here, "your bed is very comfortable." Toni stared at her, his head straight again.
Honestly, I think I deserve... something in return for that favor." Quietly brushing the hair out of his face, he watched her, examining her tattered dress. With a blink of his eyes, it was renewed it its former glorious state once again. "And I am not asking for much." His gaze became level with Bryce's, and he examined the boy with amusement. "I want you to agree to say nothing to the headmistress about last night. Nothing at all. As far as you are concerned, nothing happened." Bryce grunted slightly and Toni laughed. "What, are you uncomfortable with that? Well, if she so much dares to whisper what happened, I'll let the headmistress know what the two of you didn't do in bed last night," he stressed the word, letting her know the extent of the threat, but still choosing his words wisely. "And to top it off, I'll convince her and that miserable doctor, Taki, that you're a chronic liar." He reached up to grab her face, making Bryce's body quiver with anger. "Do you understand?" He whispered. "If you so much as stutter about what happened, I will make your life hell... But I will destroy his."
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Post by whisp. on Aug 6, 2009 22:20:07 GMT -5
It seemed like everything she had been feeling the night before, that had caused all the bundled up stress, had boiled down to pure hunger. Before this there had been no desire in her to even eat a single piece of bread, but now in the early morning light she found herself trying a little of everything, filling her stomach. Every now and then she’d glance over to Bryce and offer him a small smile as she chatted with the other members of the camp that joined the small circle. The one thing she noticed was the meal he did not eat. He was a grown man and he seemed to be skipping out on some of the meal that she figured he would be eating. Somewhere in the back of her mind this was placed in the worried section, but for now she was provided with the simple answer of maybe he was not hungry. His hand felt warm and content in hers and she gave a little squeeze as they entered the forest, and her nerve endings seemed to come to attention as she realized what she’d have to do. All the memories of the night before that had been pushed back and made a distant memory by sleep would all have to be relived again. Her stomach twisted into a knot and her hand subconsciously gripped his tighter, needing to know that things would be alright.
For a while as they walked she did not notice the silence that filled the air, her thoughts elsewhere. But when the path curved slightly everything seemed to take on a whole different persona. The fog made it seem as if they weren’t getting anywhere, just constantly stepping and moving but making circles around the same point. That was a ridiculous thought though because Bryce alone knew these woods like the back of his hand and Lillian had come here enough that the trees were familiar to her. Everything…seemed still though and she tensed as if afraid being relaxed as she walked was a sin. It seemed to her that Bryce was feeling the same uneasiness as they continued on, his gaze jumping around. This made her more uneasy, her own eyes darting around as if expecting something to jump out at them. For a moment she was so lost that she almost didn’t hear him and she seemed surprised as her voice caught up with her. “Oh, just telling her what happened. I figured I don’t want it to sound too rehearsed.” Their voices seemed to cut the silence and she looked around, wishing for the familiar noises that would occupy the morning greenery.
Suddenly everything changed. The wind seemed to be louder, there was rustling in the bushes, and before her stood the very last man she wanted to see. Bryce reacted quicker, pushing her behind him, using himself as a shield. Everything that had seemed right the night before came back and she paled and her eyes widened. This was wrong, things were supposed to be right. He was supposed to get framed, kicked out, gone! Not standing in front of her, pulling her around to face him. Her whole body was tight, anxious for what was to come. She half expected him to drag her off somewhere, or make Bryce watch something gruesome where he couldn’t do anything. Words failed Lillian in that moment and she stood, waiting as Toni slunk himself closer. A façade of toughness took over her features, seemingly making her look tougher than she really felt. It took everything in her not to fight back, to throw Toni Wilkes away from her. But she had to be his puppet, letting him pull the strings. There was some relief at being close to Bryce, for the comfort of him close. But at the same time she could almost feel his fear, his anger and it twisted itself into Lillian as she fought herself to stay calm.
There was nothing she could do but listen and imagine. She hated the idea of him in her room, going through her things, her things. Sleeping on her bed, being in her space. Her stomach tightened more and she regretted eating all that she had for breakfast. Sucking in a deep breath, she glanced down for a moment at her dress, clean and new. It sickened her more, this was a blood dress. Her eyes picked out the areas that had been torn and tattered, soaked with mud. This disguise that Toni had put on her failed for her and could feel her eyes stinging with new tears. Slowly, the words that he was telling her, the threats seeped into her mind and she felt her heart sank. It was all lost and he had ammo now, some leverage to it all. He could not only mess with the minds of everyone, but he would, and it would leave a destructive path for her and Bryce to take.
His skin felt like ice against her skin and immediately her head tugged away from his hand, her eyes wider as she hated the feeling. “I won’t say word!” the sentence tumbled out of her mouth in a choke. “Nothing will be said. It never happened.” Every word felt like a rock as it came out of her mouth slowly and painfully. Lillian could feel the sensation in the back of her throat that meant she wanted to cry and it was seriously threatening. She was a fighter, a strong one. She was willing to take on anything in the world no matter the risks. But the moment that someone else was involved, someone that she cared about, all bets were off and she was forced to sit down and watch. “It never…happened.”[/size][/color]
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