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| Edward Grant | Dec 4 2008, 08:37 PM Post #221 |
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Edward was completely standing on the ground, when he felt a slight thud againts himself. It got a little bit harder to stand, although he still could, not minding it much. Feeling soft skin against his waist he realized that Julianna jumped on him. He grinned slightly at the thought, but kept kissing her. He left a trail of kisses from her lips to her ear. "Damn intoxicating woman..." He whispered, breathing heavily. Obviously he was joking, but sometimes he really thought so. She was just so... attractive. Bringng his lips back on hers, he moved at last. Edward walked to the straicase with no trouble at all, his fingers holding her tightly, his arms around her waist. He started to climb the stairs, but stopped in the midway. Not because he was tired or not because his arms grew tired. He just couldn`t help it. He wanted her too much. Turning to the wall he leaned her back against it, as he pressed closer to her. Which wasn`t very easy, seeing as they both were already really close. He took a slight step back and his fingers went up her back, unclipsing her bra. Bringing her back to lean by the wall, the same hand travelled down her back. It only stopped on her thight and stayed there. Stupid, but he couldn`t force himself to move, because that made his thoughts go a bit away from her. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 5 2008, 03:53 PM Post #222 |
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Juls noted absentmindedly that he'd smiled once she was secure, but she was focusing more on catching her breath as he moved to whisper in her ear. A laugh bubbled out of her at his words, and she just shook her head at him, just a little turn. She didn't have time to respond though, because just as she was forming the words, he was kissing her again. Her arms tightened as he was moving, and his fingers were doing the same bruisingly. It was only until she was pressed against the wall did she realize they were on the stairs, and she looked at him curiously that they'd stopped there, of all places. She realized, on some level, what was happening. She could feel it. So Juls arched her back to help him undo the clasp, and leaned forward to kiss him again. As she did so, she reached between them to unbutton his pants. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 6 2008, 10:02 PM Post #223 |
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Edward laughed slightly as she reached down to his pants. Pulling back a bit he looked at her, smirking. "Impatient, aren`t we?" he asked her, not being able to stop grinning. He found this situation slightly strange. Then again, thinking about the situation, instead of her, made his insides calm down a bit. That meant that he could continue on, without having to go out of his head. Kissing her passionately he took a step away from the wall, carefully not to fall over. Holding her tightly he walked all the way up and then to his room. Pushing the door open with his back he pulled back for a short second. "I almost feel like a groom." he grinned and walking inside shut the door close with his foot. [ooc: permission to gm given] |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 12 2008, 10:25 PM Post #224 |
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[[ooc- we're saying this is 5am on the 13th XD]] It had been a particularly rough transformation this time. Juls wasn't sure why; maybe because she had been ignoring her 'kind' for the past little bit, maybe before she didn't lock herself up. She felt like crap. Her muscles were sore, like the aftermath of a crucio. Her head, pounding into her skull. Her old t-shirt rested against her torso, torn and shredded to uncover white skin marred with dirt and scratched (undoubtedly from the branches). The same applied to her shorts. Shorts, in winter? Pants were too restrictive. Her hair lay in wild curls against her shoulders, down her back, and she had one cut. Just one, across her cheek. Other than the angry red skin there, her face was bloodless. Exhausted. Sick, even. Her lips were red and swollen, but only because she bit them; she could taste the iron in her mouth. And so she walked through the door she thought was the den, hardly paying attention to her surroundings. All she wanted was sleep. It wasn't until she stumbled over something near the door that she realized she was inside. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 12 2008, 10:36 PM Post #225 |
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Edward let Elisabeth sleep. He would have let her do anything that moment. He was feeling like dreaming, but how could that be bad? He had all what he wanted back. He had all of his life back. No, this wasn`t just good, it was perfect. He didn`t want to think about reality. He was walking down the stairs and buttoning up his shirt when suddenly someone pushed the door handle. Stopping in his tracks he looked closely, ready to reach for his wand if needed. But he hoped that it wouldn`t be - he didn`t feel like having a fight with someone. And yet, when Edward saw who stumbled through the door, he froze up. Pale, clothes torn up, lips looking like bleeding. It took him few moments to realize that it was actually Julianna. She didn`t look like herself... she looked horrible. Sick. This snapped him back to reality. Quickly he rushed down the stairs up to her. He didn`t think, he reacted. Walking to her, he then stopped, just looking at her. "Julianna." he spoke, his voice trembling a bit. It took him a moment to realize that he was scared. Yet, he didn`t think much that moment. She looked like she was about to die. "What`s wrong?" he then quickly asked, putting his hand on her arm. Obviously, anything it was, it wasn`t good. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 12 2008, 10:44 PM Post #226 |
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Juls knew the den like the back of her hand. She honestly didn't think she needed to look where she was going in order to get to her room. So she was staring at the object she'd tripped over in obvious confusion. And then he showed up, and startled, her sleepy, yet wide eyes, flew up to meet his. "What are you doing here?!" She hissed, though quietly and with not as much effort as she usually did to...scold him, per se. "How did you find it? Why are you here...?" Sudden fear took over her face, and she shook it, "You need to leave. Now. Its not safe here right now, you have to leave. Please, leave!" Her mind was absolutely blown. How did he find her? Did he know this was her home? Oh merlin... But fear and panick sharpened her awareness, and she looked past him (to see if anyone had seen he was there)...and realized she had no idea where she was. Understandably, she'd not really taken in the decor to his front room. "Wait..." She blinked, and took a step back, almost turning to look at the door. She'd never ended up anywhere else, and her mind wasn't working fast enough. When she did understand, she paled further. She'd been where humans were, and quickly, she looked down at herself, looking for blood, or anything like that. She couldn't control herself, no, but her other self had never left boundaries. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 12 2008, 10:53 PM Post #227 |
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Edward`s eyes went wide as she spoke. What was he doing in his own house? A very stupid question. And yet, when she kept on speaking, he grew even more scared. It was obviously bad and she was maybe hallucinating. That washed out any thought from his mind. Once again he reacted instead of thinking. He didn`t care about anything at all, he even forgot that his wife was back. The only thing he understood was that Julianna was sick. Very very sick. And it scared the hell out of him. "It`s safe here." he spoke in a calm tone, trying to calm her down. He wasn`t good at this kind of thing, but at least he tried. Softly placing his hand over her forehead he felt his heart dropping to his feet. She was dead hot. "You have a fever." he murmured, more to himself. So, she probably was more sick than he thought. Probably her pale white skin and torn clothes wasn`t the worst thing. He didn`t ask, nor he cared if she`d object it as he took her arm firmly, but softly. "You need to lay down. Come here." he spoke, walking towards the couch. Edward didn`t care if she would protest. He could feel his heart beating heavily against his chest. He was scared. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 12 2008, 11:03 PM Post #228 |
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Very, very slowly Juls came to the realization that she was not, actually at the den. That Edward wasn't in any danger. That she was not home. That she was...at his house. Like this. Dear merlin. She wanted to cover her face with her hands and just run, but he was checking her temperature - she winced, as she knew she'd be burning - and trying to calm her down. There wasn't anything he could do with her flying heart; she was both terrified of what she could have done - and didn't remember - and embarrassed. Why had she come here? What in the world had she been thinking to bring her here, of all places? He had to be mad at her, she was certain. Didn't they fight the last time she was here? She could really remember, her mind was too muddled. And then she realized he was talking. Fever? She simply shook her head, trying to find the words to explain, "No, I'm not running a fever, it's always like this..." She didn't realize he was bringing her somewhere else, for she was too busy babbling nonsense. "I always feel really hot after. Well, I mean, hot to your skin. I don't think I can feel it. People just say..." But then he was telling her to lay down, and she deadblanked, "I'm dirty." Dirty, indeed. She could feel leaves in her hair, and she was always muddy afterwards. Always. So she had no doubt she would be this time as well. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 12 2008, 11:12 PM Post #229 |
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Edward ignored most of what she was saying. Right, she was burning hot and she didn`t have a fever? She looked as if she had been running around the forest all night. And yes, her skin was always like that after... after what?! For damn`s sake, she made no sense! Ignoring her comment about her being dirty (he couldn`t care less about that) he forced her to lay down, pushing her backwards to the couch by her shoulders. "Shh..." he only murmured, placing his hand on her forehead once more. No, this wasn`t a mistake. She was sick. And to him it looked as if she didn`t understand how dangerous this was. "Listen to me. It`s going to be alright, okay? I`ll take care of you." he said, just to say anything and hopefully to calm her down. "You`re sick. And... I`m going to owl a Healer." he said, frowning slightly, knowing that he had to go and find his owl. But he couldn`t, his eyes kept locked on her. What did happen to her?! If it was someone else who did that, he was sure to go and kill that person. Grabbing a big scarf from the back of the couch he threw it on her. Shorts in this kind of air? What the hell was she thinking?! No wonder she got sick. No wonder she was so hot that to him it seemed that she was about to die. Taking few leaves of of her hair, he tried to avoid looking at her eyes. Just so that she wouldn`t see the confusion and fear in his look. Edited by Edward Grant, Dec 12 2008, 11:16 PM.
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 12 2008, 11:21 PM Post #230 |
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It didn't seem to her like she had much choice in where she was going, physically. She was too tired, to weak and drawn to resist. So she ended up laying on the couch, frowning to find it felt absolutely marvelous. Just as great as her bed would have, if she'd only been subconsciously smart enough to go there instead. What a mess. When she truly looked at him, Juls realized he was actually concerned. If she was actually sick, she would have absolutely loved this. But she just needed sleep. She just needed to recover. There wasn't much he could do. Despite being a werewolf, she still did have a human body, and such activities were rough on it. "I'm fine, everything's already alright..." She tried to tell him, but he kept going. The next thing he said though, left her sitting up, her fingers clenched on his wrist. "No." A bit surprised by her own outburst, she looked at him with even wider eyes as she stressed, "No healers. No." She couldn't deal with healers. She didn't need a healer. It was unnecessary, and she didn't want one to come in and just say what she'd been saying the whole time, 'she'll be fine. she just needs rest. werewolfism...'. And everything would be ruined. The afghan went around her and she stared at him, muscles tensing painfully. Damn the animal, it was always stronger in impulse after a full moon. Right now it wanted to flee, even if she didn't move. Apparently she was satisfied after telling him no healer though, because she laid back down, unable to resist its comfort. He was pulling leaves out of her hair, and she just sighed contently. "I'm okay." She mumbled again. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 12 2008, 11:30 PM Post #231 |
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Edward actually gasped silently as she so quickly sat up and grabbed on his wrist. He looked down at her hands for a second, only then noticing the bruises and all other stuff. Then he looked back up at her, not saying anything, too shocked to at her reaction. When she laid down he snapped out of it. "You`re not okay!" he almost hissed. It wasn`t because he was angry or anything. It was because he was scared. Probably even more than he would ever admit. "You`re burning hot, you`re pale, your clothes are all torn up, you have bruises over your body and for Merlin`s sake, you`re babbling!" he said pretty loudly. Why she wouldn`t want a Healer? He was almost sure that the person could heal her in a second. Hopefully. Taking her hand he shook his head. "You need a Healer, Julianna." he said firmly, looking down at her. At least she listened to him once. At least she was laying. He raised his another hand up to her face, pushing a strand of her hair away. "You`ll be fine, you just need a Healer to fix this... what ever it is." he spoke, more to himself. He needed to assure himself that she was ok. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 12 2008, 11:37 PM Post #232 |
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He was yelling at her. That was the first thing she noticed; his voice was raised, he was almost...angry. He was yelling, and she flinched. Visibly cowered. Immediately she regretted the action, but it was too late to take back. "I just need to sleep." Still, Juls spoke up, almost timidly. It was primitive; she picked up anger, she recognized she wasn't in any shape to deal with it, she attempted to explain without ending up being hit. That's what she associated with anger. Pain. And right now she wasn't thinking clearly enough to know he'd never hit her. Not yet, anyways. "I'm not babbling, you just don't understand. No healer can help me, its not fixable." And she closed her eyes. "I just need to sleep." Quiet, a contrast to the volume of his voice. When he touched her face again, she gathered herself and looked at him once again, guardedly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 12 2008, 11:43 PM Post #233 |
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Edward noticed how she flinched at his tone. And he was angry on himself for being so stupid. Him being like that was the last thing she needed that moment. So, he put in all of his willpower to stop acting like an asshole. And then at her words he tensed up. Not fixable?! "What... what is not fixable?" he asked, realizing that his voice started trembling slightly again. "What happened to you? I need to know." his voice was now almost above a whisper. Did she have some illness that he didn`t know about? "Sleep won`t heal you." he said, sure of himself. Since when sleep was a thing that could heal a person who looked like she was about to die? He doubted it. "Julianna... what happened?" he murmured, putting his finger on her lower lip and pulling it from under her teeth. He then brushed his finger along her swollen lips. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 13 2008, 12:04 AM Post #234 |
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Juls yawned, closing her eyes again. She didn't notice him tense up, nor really concentrate on the tone of his voice. "'S always bad when I forget." She mumbled, shifting onto her side slightly. "But I just sleep and in a week or so I'm back to normal. 'S okay." When he asked what happened, she was silent for a long time. She wasn't sure how to answer, but finally a wry smile rose to her lips as she said, "I spent the last 12 hours in the forest." There. It was honest. He could figure out what he wanted with it. "Yes it will. It'll give my body a chance to recover. And I'm so...sleepy..." Her voice wasn't crisp, it wasn't loud. It was quiet, and languid. Slow. He made her stop biting her lip and she just settled, breathing just as slowly as her thoughts. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 13 2008, 10:58 AM Post #235 |
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Edward was confused. What the hell was wrong with her? Something not fixable, something from what to be okay she just needed sleep... it made absolutely no sense to him. Not at all. "Bad when you forget what?" he asked softly. He didn`t ask what she was doing in a forest, although he felt guilty for it. Even if this was not his fault, he felt like it was. Because he got angry on her and she left. If she hadn`t left... well, he figured that this wouldn`t have happened. He didn`t say anything more. Maybe she knew what`s wrong. Maybe she really just needed sleep. And maybe after sleeping she would explain everything to him. He Accio`d himself a chair and sat down on it, looking at Julianna. Then he softly put his hand on the top of her head and began caressing her hair. What ever it was... it was bad. Because he had no idea what could make her so pale and so hot. And he figured that he could wait as long as she needed to sleep. He wasn`t going to leave her side now. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 13 2008, 07:54 PM Post #236 |
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"Forget to take it..." Juls mumbled, lulled to near-sleep by his ministrations in her hair. It felt so good... Within minutes she was unconscious, and it wasn't until much later that night she woke up. Where as still pale, still dirty and drawn, there was more recognition in her eyes as she looked at the man sitting at her side. Her mild bruises had faded, her scratches healing into thin pink lines. They'd be gone in another day or so. Yawning, she blinked her eyes open and closed a few times, fingers trembling as she rubbed her face. What a mess this was turning out to be! Why didn't she go to the den?! "What time is it?" She finally spoke, swallowing away the hoarseness. Such was the slow process of healing, but at least her eyes were bright and lucid. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 13 2008, 09:13 PM Post #237 |
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Edward had sat there without moving much. He was afraid that something worst might happen if he will leave her alone. Slowly his memory started coming back, but he didn`t care much about that. Most of the time he spent trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Taking out his wand he started healing her bruises. They looked few weeks old. And it was... strange, because he could swear she didn`t have them before. Being quite busy he hadn`t noticed her wake up until she spoke. Quickly turning to her he sat there silent. Then glanced at a clock on the wall - instead of numbers it had some sort of strange planets. "Seven in the morning." he spoke silently. At last he decided not to ask her anymore. If she wanted, she would tell him herself. Being still pale she now looked better though and he decided not to push it. Maybe she didn`t want him to know? And in that case, he wasn`t sure if he wanted to. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 13 2008, 09:26 PM Post #238 |
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Juls bit her lip as soon as he looked at her, and she guiltily lowered her eyes when he told her it was morning. "I woke you up rather early, didn't I? I'm sorry." Her sorry sounded like it was for far more than just showing up at ridiculous hours in the morning, though. And it was. It was the closest thing she could do to her admitting that maybe she shouldn't have reacted the way she had the other day. Once she spoke, Juls slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, the blanket pooling at her lap. She frowned at the disarray of her shirt, and reached for her own wand (usually kept in her hair, or pockets) to realize that she didn't have it. So she just laced her fingers together to rest on her thighs, and made herself look at Edward. Tired and drawn, but not insane. Only flashes of what happened when she arrived were left in her memory, but it was enough to make her embarrassed. Yet, she was honestly too exhausted (despite sleeping all that time) to care. |
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| Edward Grant | Dec 13 2008, 09:33 PM Post #239 |
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Edward lowered his wand, still looking at her. He was silent once again. That apology sounded strange and once again he found himself not knowing what to say exactly. That he accepted the apology? Right. "I always wake up early." after the silence he only spoke. He watched how she sat up and looked down at her ruined clothes. He probably could have given her something, but those clothes would be his wife`s and that seemed somehow wrong. Instead he waved his wand. After a second a red bathrobe appeared in his hands. He only needed to take a short glance to realize that it was Elisabeth`s. Actually, his gift to her. Pure silk, made by goblins. Ah, he figured that she wouldn`t need it now anyway. She was sleeping. Giving the bathrobe to Julianna he looked at the staircase briefly. "Put it on. It`s a bit cold in here." he said without any emotion. What else could he do? This was already messed up. Edward wanted to ask so many things, but... he just decided to let it slide. As long as he knew that she would be alright. She had to. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Dec 13 2008, 09:48 PM Post #240 |
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Juls looked at his wand and then down at her arms, wondering if she was uncomfortable with the fact that he was spelling her while she was asleep, or that he was trying to do anything he could do to help. "I really am going to be okay." She told him, a repeat of last night. "There's this...potion, that I'm supposed to take once a month. And...I completely forgot the cycle, and...obviously..." Merlin. It sounded like she was talking about her period. "Obviously it didn't end well." Juls whispered. She owed him some sort of explanation though, of why she looked like this, of why she ended up at his house - to which she didn't know - and then attempting to lighten the stress in the room, she dryly said, "Well at least I didn't wake you up before the moon was down." That would have been bad. But then he was handing her a robe, and she looked at it for a moment, feeling...intuitive. Senses were always stronger the few days before and few days after, and - if it was even possible - she paled further. "I should probably go home. Get some more sleep." Juls attempted to smile, and swung her legs off the couch to the floor. Of course, what she thought was different than what was really going on. |
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