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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 4:13 pm
I am still an Igor, He thought to her with a touch of indignation, but that quickly melted away as she continued. His face flushed as he looked back down to his notebook. Whens he touched him, he looked down to those lavender fingers, gently lifting a hand to touch them, lifting Riley's fingertips up to his stitched lips, I have not been fair to Miss Amrita. I love her as well. But... it is a different sort of love.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 2:10 am
Riley couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her at his retort, but she quieted down when he pressed her hand to his lips. Amrita. She remembered the name, the ghoul who had reacted negatively to seeing her at prom. What do you mean, you haven't been fair to her? Are you lying to her, somehow?
She had the feeling she was about to get into some distinct triangle territory. She hated those.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:08 am
Not lying, Mistress. I told you, it is different. She understands. About an Igor and their Master. He slumped, moving her hand until he could press it against his stitched cheek.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:28 pm
She allowed the touch, but she did not move, her eyes focused thin on him regardless. She was reading his expression as carefully as she could, her gaze piercing through him. But I thought.. I was not just your Mistress. She murmured sweetly, and carefully. I was your friend.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:35 pm
He withdrew shyly, his face flushing. It's complicated.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 11:53 pm
Riley's eyes thinned, in a pleasant manner. That's all right. She murmured, as she leaned back on the wall. I'm not going anywhere. I have the time for you to explain. Thoroughly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:29 am
The hunchback gave a sudden snort, raking a hand through his hair irritably. For a day you were my friend. We had years for you to let me in, but i don't think you ever saw me that way until the end. I have done nothing but serve you diligently, faithfully, for two years but you... had tunnel vision. You did not see me, I don't think. You finally showed... showed the kindness Barth has shown me for that whole time and then you died. I realize now I was stupid for pining for so long. I was just another dispensable Igor to you.
He gave a grunt and there was the sound of snaps as he shifted on the bed, his third arm slipping discreetly under his jacket as he held the notebook up to his chest. I have done nothing but try to get your approval, get your attention, and it took your... your amnesia to even have this discussion with me. If there is anything my Creator and Barth have shown me it is that I am a valuable commodity.
If you still want me... as an ally, as a servant, what have you, you will have to earn it.
There was a wet noise and the fluttering of pages before he stood, offering the journal out to her once again, something bloodied tucked amongst the pages.
I am not built for communication. You are the only person I am able to speak with at all. I have no control over that. How do I know you will not just use me to communicate with your dragon? You never saw me because you were always so busy looking at him. Use your plague doctor if you want a carrier pigeon. I cannot stand those feelings any longer. If I am to be used it will be on my terms.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:09 am
The news, and the honesty, shocked her. She was stunned to silence for quite some time, as she slowly digested what this rare specimen of igor was telling her. From what little she could understand, it seemed that she had actually failed in her mission with this one. She understood why it would have been easy enough to assume that all Christof wanted was a firm hand guiding him.. but she'd been wrong. And the open communication that the igor managed with her now gave her a bit of a free pass on a second chance.
You're wrong. She finally murmured. You are wonderful at communication. I wonder if perhaps our relationship could have matured quicker if you had been as open with me then, as you are now. But I do not regret. I am glad you have told me this. Her eyes crescented. Very, very glad.
She patted his knee and nodded. We will begin our relationship anew, Christof. You will find that I will not be using you, anymore. And I hope, perhaps, I can be the kind of friend you wished I was before. I will try.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:34 am
I am different now than... when we first met. Older. I have learned a lot in my years here. I have changed. I hope for the better. He fidgeted, deflated a bit by her surprisingly kind words. His stitched lips wormed. I lie though. You... you did care about me. You tried to help me with my anger. You supported my... my projects. You were like a... He hesitated, unsure how to describe it. More than just my Mistress. He settled for, his mental voice meeker now as he settled down, gently leaning his hunched shoulder against her's.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 12:57 am
Christof was giving her mixed signals, as far as she was concerned, and it was leaving her completely perplexed. She tried to roll with it, but her expression still had that edge of confusion within it. So I was good to you.. but I was not good enough.. is that..? She shrugged softly, hesitant to push too much further. Well, I appreciate that you are telling me all of this. It will help me to.. not make the same mistakes again. She squeezed his hand gently. At least, I hope I won't.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:08 am
The hunchback sagged, fidgeting with his hidden snaps with a slight wince. It doesn't matter any more.
He glanced up at her with a watery expression, But you are back from the dead. It is a miracle. I knew when I met you you could conquer anything. Even death. I am sorry if... if I'm still a little unsettled from... everything.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:31 am
Don't apologize. Riley quickly murmured, patting his knee again. Things will settle, with time. She looked just a little pleased with the idea of conquering death, but kept that to herself. Now, I think, we should try to remove that item from your ribcage, yes? It can't be comfortable, though I doubt it will actually help me escape this dreadful place. Her eyes crescented upward. The thought is appreciated, however.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:13 pm
Ahead of you, Mistress. It is now in the notebook. He motioned to where the pages were now a bit stained with red. The corners of his stitched lips twitched up in a watery smile. The snaps in m flesh are not entirely comfortable but as long as you are in here, I suppose they are necessary.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:23 am
Riley's eyes opened for a moment in surprise, as she looked down at the notebook. Then her eyes slit in mirth, and she wrapped her arms around Christof in a hug. Ohhh, I like you. You anticipate. She squeezed him fondly, and took the book from his hands if he allowed it. I will do my best to secure a speedy passage out of this predicament so that you no longer have to be suffering. But for now, please take care of yourself. That is the priority. She ducked her head and looked him straight in the eye. Do you promise?
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:28 am
He sighed, slumping into the hug, his hands unsure of where to go a moment before all three gently wrapped around her, Yes, Mistress. We all await your return with bated breath. Except those that don't breath. He made an odd noise in his throat that turned out to be laughter at what was apparently his idea of a joke.
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