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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 12:19 AM Post #2146 |
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Damian stood there for a moment, arms crossed. He seemed to be considering it, but... perhaps that was just for show. I can't do that. It just wouldn't bode well with me. I want to see my little brother through to whatever end comes to him. Wow... This exposed something. Either Damian really had some fraternal care, or he was still playing at his dark game. If it was the former, then it raised a few questions about politics and family - doing this was a decent move in both. If it was the latter, then that meant that whatever it was - his presence, Darryn's summoning, etc. - really hadn't had anything to with Ashleigh at all and he had been telling the truth. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 12:23 AM Post #2147 |
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Ashleigh merely nodded, having guessed as much, lightly brushing her lover's cheek lightly. He's also mine. do not forget. Damian's charge, but she had just claimed him in a way that left the waters a bit dangerous if he did die. Who cared though, right? Damian had started the game. she was just stating facts in her book. This is why she sat down beside him. At some point or another, it should be noted that the sedative had been switched out with something else. Bot by Ashleigh, but someone. Either way, she caught him before he could completely wake... If you act like your sedatives aren't working, you will regret it. she promised, fingers still holding his hand. |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 06:22 PM Post #2148 |
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Darryn coughed some more, which he had been doing rather constantly, pushing out a horrible mix of junk. However, he was so plagued with fever and the other aspects of this illness that his brain was more than a little addled. Damian had at least been partially right. He understood her comment as a threat. However, he did show that he had some sense of everything, that he at least knew what he was doing to some degree, because he lay absolutely still. He couldn't beat her in a fight. He didn't know if he could stand the beating if she so chose. You have to flee! |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 06:27 PM Post #2149 |
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You want me to leave you alone? Ashleigh asked slowly, eyes on the floor as she if she was simply mourning the situation, saddened by what was happening. If Darryn died right now, by claiming him it gave her rights to kill Damian... not to mention if it really floated her boat she could start a freakin clan war. It wasn't uncommon for vampires. ... Considering it was ashleigh that it would be left up to... Oh yeah, great idea. |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 06:44 PM Post #2150 |
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No! Yes! Darryn was struggling to collect himself enough to communicate, especially as on his other side a 'nurse' began to stick syringes into him. The vampire didn't think anything of his twitching or slight tossing. That was natural reflex. The worst part of this? He knew. Darryn now knew... but he was too sick to tell. Damian, by the way, had left just after she had claimed him, offering only a small laugh. He was sitting and having drinks and conversation with some friends right now, just having finished his dinner a little while ago. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 09:32 PM Post #2151 |
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Ashleigh absently brushed his hair back, not at all caring about Damian. To hell with the sexy fu.cker. well, how do you really feel ashleigh? Either way, ashleigh shook her head. I will not abandon you. |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 10:48 PM Post #2152 |
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Under her touch, Ashleigh might have noticed the layer of sweat or how hot his head was. However, now Darryn didn't say anything. He passed into a sort of half-sleep, his body fighting the tuberculosis for all it was worth. It was a matter of hours later, but Damian did return. He was all clad in the protective medical gear, and he walked over to the opposite side of the bed, laying a hand on Darryn's neck. Said man gasped in a wheezing breath, starting as his eyes flew open. This caused a massive coughing fit, and (though he waited for Darryn to get over it) Damian didn't look QUITE sympathetic enough. When all was quiet except for the whistling breaths, Damian bent down, sliding that far hand up to hold the side of Darryn's head. As Damian stood with his face just over Darryn's uncovered ear, it was logical to assume the older brother was talking to the other. Then, Damian's free hand slid under Darryn's back and pulled him so that he was sitting first, then guiding him up to stand. It was obvious that it was all Darryn could do not to collapse. He was trembling too, sweat pouring down his back. All he was wearing was a pair of sports shorts. "Are you cold?" Damian asked in what seemed to be a gracious manner. Slowly, eyes never lifting, Darryn nodded. Damian now pulled off the green fabric that had been draped over his shoulder up until this point. It obviously had already belonged to Darryn - it smelled like him. Still, Damian draped it about his shoulders. It was a thick woolen cloak. This sort of thing was common for people from this clan to wear when they were recovering from a serious injury or illness, as it was a sort of indicator... Not to mention, in those cases it was common for the person to be inadequately dressed and this was just to keep from inciting the wrong opinion about it. Normally people went with black because it hid blood better, but Darryn's was green. Damian fished through his pockets, and pulled out a cloak pin of his own. Something about this seemed gracious (or perhaps funny to those of us who know the real Damian) as he pinned Darryn's cloak together. It was a gesture that showed Darryn was a 'favorite' - at least right now. Then Damian patted Darryn on the back. "Go on." Darryn walked away, though he struggled with every step. In fact, he had to use the wall to support himself and it sounded like he was drowning in his lungs as he made his way down the hallway. Damian just offered Ashleigh a smile at this point. Now, we always said he liked to goad... was he goading Ashleigh or Darryn? The man moved away as two other vampires gathered up the linens and took them to be burned. "You are more than welcome to stay, given the circumstances." (( http://www.thecastlecloset.com/i/Cloaks%20...22_37219114.jpg )) |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 10:59 PM Post #2153 |
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Ashleigh seemed torn. Something clicked, something deathly dangerous, but it was hidden flawlessly, as she moved to Darryn. She did not even grace him with a look as she was already slipping an arm about his waist. Interesting thing that should likely be noted? She had changed her attire slightly since Damian had been in the room last. she'd had her father's things placed at her feet, and a she now bore not only the crest cuff bracelet, but the crown. She was now fully incharge of her clan. She'd taken hold of it during this time frame. She was no longer as pressured to wed. Every tried to boss around your boss? Not so good an idea. But this was not important enough to care about as the woman led Darryn off and to the chambers she'd used in his absence, laying him back down. This is as close as I can come for a visual aid to her crown, save 1, it's real, and 2, it's solid black titanium, and red diamonds, not rubies. ;) No earrings. Cuff braclet is solid titanium black, with a red oval diamond-crest carved into the diamond ;) http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/504100..._d2a80f34f3.jpg |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 11:24 PM Post #2154 |
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Darryn looked up at her. He told me to go to my room... It was offered feebly, and it didn't seem that he would do much otherwise. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 11:37 PM Post #2155 |
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He can be glad I don't rip his heart out, piss on it, and then make him eat it. She replied to him, snuggling him as she looked him over. " If he has a problem with where I keep you, he can bring his dumb ass to me." She would kill him if she was questioned on such a tiny thing as the bed he lay in. |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 11:45 PM Post #2156 |
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Darryn just lay there for quite some time, dozing in and out. Ashleigh was free to do whatever she wanted. After all, there wasn't much that could be done directly for him. However, late the next evening, there came something that was much like a shining ray of hope. I need to get up... Darryn was trying to coax himself into sitting to do such. Why? Because he desperately wanted some water. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 24 2011, 11:51 PM Post #2157 |
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Ashleigh sighed, sitting him up and holding a glass of water that he wished, watching him closely. You seemed extremely distressed before... what do you know? |
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| Keys | Apr 24 2011, 11:58 PM Post #2158 |
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Darryn reached out, grabbing the glass. For a second, it seemed like he might drop it, though he didn't. About what? Don't get too eager, Ashleigh. You have to be patient. He was still trying to battle this thing off. He could even relapse. ...There was a faint and timid knock on her bedroom door. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 12:03 AM Post #2159 |
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" Go. Away." She stated softly to whomever was at the door, looking over Darryn. Alright, fine. Nevermind, rest. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 12:20 AM Post #2160 |
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"Please, Mistress. I'm sorry. I was just sent to ask you if you wanted my help." It was the sound of a meek female. "I can watch after Darryn and make sure he is well taken care of - my brother had the pneumonic plague. I know how to do it... No one wants you to miss the Gathering." It was being hosted here. It was the annual gathering of leaders and immediate blood relatives - a huge socio-political deal. Darryn thanked her absently, though he shook his head. Never mind? Oh, something important it felt like... |
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