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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:57 pm
 Giselle didn't have a pea for a brain. She knew very well where this was leading and wanted no part in it. Yet, she found herself saying "Of course I shall do anything my mistress asks of me." Marmaduke laughed. "But Giselle would be so disappointed if you leave..." he chided mockingly. "Better to stay here."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:21 am
 Aurelia beamed at her. "Wonderful. I knew we would get along splendidly..." she murmured, lips close to Giselle's ear before she moved her head to softly kiss the maid's mouth.
She did it softly, trying not to scare the young woman away whilst testing just how much was compliance with the Mistress' wishes and how much the girl actually wanted to be kissed.
I could show her many things, but she is the first woman of my choosing, and what is more I would not wish for her to leave my service over this... that is, if she were willing to take our liason so far.
Aurelia's eyes were open, seeking Giselle's as she listened to the maid's breath curiously. Her own heart was speeding with anticipation.
 "I'm afraid that there is someone in my life that would be most displeased with where you are currently sitting, sir, and as such I again tell you to move yourself off of me."
Patrick gazed up with defiant eyes that contrasted with the calm he continued to exude as he subtly shifted himself as far away as Marmaduke's body allowed.
I just hope my body does not betray my mind... I feel so nervous at the moment that I could burst, or possibly simply combust. His head tilted as he surveyed Marmaduke criticallty.
To be sure, he is handsome, but I would not want to ruin my budding relationship with Master Taran...
At the thought of Taraneith, Patrick began to drool slightly, unaware of it as his body became more alive: images of being in such a situation with the male Fae swamped him.
His cheeks flushed and his skin heated, tingling slightly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:22 am
A kiss from the mistresss! At any other time, Giselle would have danced for joy. But she was distracted at the thought of Patrick... Ah well... Aurelia's lips tasted so sweet... She felt herself melting into her embrace. "You didn't make gender explicit, but assume a male someone?" Marmaduke teased. "Well, just pretend I'm him. And besides, he'll never know."((Time for Taran to get back into this.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:34 am
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
Taranieth, meanwhile, had decided to follow, not getting past the gate. instead he ended up in a tree, watching over the windows. He didn't see much, but heard some small amount of it. Mostly comments about beauty from an unknown man, seemingly to Pat... As the implications sunk in he ran to the front doors, becoming, on the fly, Patrick's mother. He got to the door in time to overhear "Never know." and burst into the room, dragging Patrick to him with a strength his mother never had. "Patrick, I am disappointed in you." he said, his voice slowly morphing back to his normal pitch as they got to the road and cut to the trees at an alarming speed. "I really did think you had a little more sense. Is all you go after handsome men? To make you want me, truly, Patrick... is this what I need to do?" his image flickered and suddenly he was Adrian. Tears, to his shame, appeared in his eyes. "If you didn't like me that way, you could have told me, earlier! Told me that the only person you could possibly like is the one that looks like this."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:13 pm
Aurelia smiled against Giselle's lips, then broke the kiss without releasing her.
Her head leant against her maid's and she breathed the words, "No, I cannot share you..."Patrick, who had been about to do something utterly feminine such as fainting with relief or otherwise grabbing Taraneith 'round the neck so he could fall into him, stared.
The pleasant feelings that had come with thinking of Master Taraneith, from being rescued by him, were fleeing so rapidly that for a moment he was simply numb.
That transformed into the urge to box the Fae's ears, yet he could no more do that to Taran than he could have to the dandy in Aurelia's room: Patrick was better with words (usually) than with actual physical fighting.
Now, on the other hand...
Pain. That was all that registered even as his lips opened. "Taraneith, you are an idiot and I wish I had been more of a woman so that I could have let myself faint when I first wanted to, because at least then I wouldn't be forced to listen to those words!"
The young man's voice was clear, but definitely shaky. He turned his head away. "What did you smell or see when you came barreling in, huh? What, exactly, about me made you think I had my head buried in thoughts of Adrian - o-or that other man?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:26 pm
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
The fae's eyes widened slightly, confused. "What?" he asked. He smelled him. He stank of human hormones. The other man's and his, too. "Alright, might I receive an explanation? I will not tell you what I did or didn't hear, that would make lying easier, but please, do tell your side of the story. Don't leave anything out."
He sat down in front of him and made no move to restrain him at all. If Patrick ran now, he never wanted to see him again. But he wanted to believe him. Wanted to hear him explain it all away.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:52 pm
Patrick's eyes glinted as he looked back at the Faery. "Not that you intend to believe me, obviously, but of course I shall let you leave me knowing you attempted to be fair.." he muttered.
He took a deep breath, but his voice had somehow deadened, flattened into a monotone as he spoke.
"I did not know he was there. As I went to the house as a Doctor I enquired after his health when he appeared. I did not join him on the bed, he put me there. I'm no good with fighting so I asked him to let me go - calmly, I admit, but how else was I supposed to speak when wriggling wouldn't have done any good?
I moved my body away, said that there was someone who would not be pleased with the situation. Next thing, he says he doesn't care 'cause how would the guy - he assumed this - ever know, and in came you."
He straightened his spine and shook his head. "In case you had not noticed, I am not experienced with men, thus came the thought that I was not sure how being close to one would affect my body."
Patrick cleared his throat and almost glared at Taran. "My body. Not my mind."
A snort left him. "Not that either one of them were any help, you understand: my mind analysed that the man beside me was attractive, then went off on a tangent to compare him to you. This did not, however, calm down whatever reaction I may have had to such a situation, because if it was you beside me - my imagination went a little into overdrive."
Patrick finished awkwardly, blushing again as he recalled the tingles - damn! There they went again! - covering his body. His eyes were averted, fingers picking at one another.((Too confusing?))
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 1:13 pm
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
"I intend to try." Taranieth whispered, when he heard that Patrick didn't expect him to be easy to convince, but it was too low to be heard.
Then came the explanation. Perfectly worded, everything explained away. And then the ramble about minds, which Taranieth took a moment to understand. And then he realized that, once again, he'd been the idiot. He smiled, then started to chuckle, and finally burst out laughing. He grabbed the other in a hug. "Promise me to stop getting yourself into awkward situations?" he said, into the human's ear. "Because really I think they give no pleasure to anyone. I assume you got your look at the room?"
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Giselle, meanwhile, had seen Patrick leave with his mother, over Aurelia's shoulder, and quickly excused herself with a mumble about dinner, running to try to find him, but he had already left. She suddenly realized what had nearly occurred. She bit her lip worriedly. Does she really like me?
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:35 pm
Patrick couldn't help shivering in Taraneith's arms, happy to be there in several ways and yet wishing he could maintain a stern expression to demand that Taran attempt to be more - more - well, more something anyway!
Curiosity overtook him and he moved so that he could watch Taraneith's face. "Really... why are you so -", the bewildered young man flapped his hands in the air, "worried? Nope, wrong word - uncertain? Ready to be betrayed?"
A frown appeared on his lips. "I know what I mean, but why are you these things when it concerns me? I-I know you've seen me lie, that I'm really accomplished at it when I have to be, but... why bother lying to someone you intend to live with, who also knows how to tell you're not telling the truth?"
Though there are a few reasons I'd lie, but it would never be an attempt to hurt him!
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:44 pm
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
Taranieth sighed. "You wonder why I can't seem to trust you? Nothing personal, really." he said. "You're human. It's that simple. I was raised to mistrust your kind... and having seen your society, do you really think it such an unfair assessment? If it will go anywhere to let me be forgiven, the fact I take you on your word is already something normal Fae don't do very often." He patted him on the head, and kissed the worry lines away. "I'll come to trust you better some day. We have long enough, after all."
He stroked those pretty silvery hairs, letting them slip between his fingers. "I'm sorry I can't offer you more, to begin with. You don't know how many times I wished to believe you, without explanations, but... Faeries have their own prejudices. So all I can give you at the moment is a promise to do my best. And never to impersonate former loves again, no matter how angry I am. I must say, that was a low shot, and I'm glad you didn't fall for it. My honorable human..." he said, and then kissed him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:58 pm
Patrick had been listening attentively, but at the touch to his hair his head ceased it's understanding nodding, his mind went blank and that tingle started again.
Then Taraneith was kissing him and he sighed softly with contentment, opening his mouth a very little to do so, as a smile settled upon his lips.
After a moment, the dazed feeling ebbed slightly to allow him to wrap his arms around Taraneith and return the kiss. He did not realise he was making small sounds of the 'mmm' variety, that he was instinctively pushing himself closer to Master Taran.
You know, if he works out that this turns you into a mushy, unresponsive puddle, he could use it to win arguments - which, when you become sane again, will be something you shall definitely want to hide...
The thought was a mere whisper, each word drifting in from some far-flung place, but that didn't mean they wouldn't make sense after a minute...
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 5:20 pm
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
Warm press of that small body against his, intoxicating scent of fresh passion. He let go of those lips for a moment. "Now I know how you get yourself into such situations so often..." he kissed him again, briefly. "You are by far the most tempting mortal I have ever met."
But alas, their time together must be short. Patrick ought to be at home, and they could be seen at any moment. He broke the embrace with rather a lot of regret. "You ought to go home." he said, and his face spoke of how little he enjoyed it. "See you tonight."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 5:33 pm
Patrick nodded rapidly, a blush coming up to cover his face before he hugged Taraneith close, pressing a kiss to the Faery's cheek.
"Now you take care, and I'll see you when you arrive..." he murmured, pulling back with a shy grin. "Hopefully my room won't be so much of a through-fare by the time you get there..." he added, again smooching Taraneith's cheek before he stood to start walking along the tree limb.
Then he paused and turned. "I know it's stupid since you're going to slide in through the window, but could you knock? I-I don't want to hit my head on the ceiling..." he stammered, clearly hiding something - he felt the need to write a list, but since Taraneith was going to have a lot to do with said list he had no intention of letting him know about it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 6:48 pm
I thought I could trust you...
...but you always seem to be in the wrong places.
Taranieth laughed. "If you admit that isnt the real reason." he said with a grin. "Part of the reason I can trust you is that you're bad at lying to me." He winked, and kissed the boy's hand with a flourish.
((Sorry, short...))
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:55 am
I want you to trust me...
Patrick sighed. "Alright, that's not the reason, but I do want to be given warning - and a promise that you won't try to find what I want to hide..." he murmured, holding up a hand.
"It shan't contain your name, nature, where to find you or anything else dangerous, I promise. B-but I need to sort out my thoughts in words... not something I usually do, but.." he sighed softly, watching Taraneith intently.
... but will you if you find the list, the diary, I intend to make?
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