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Glecia jumped the kercheif was once again in her hand dabbing the tears away

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was here, if you would like me to leave you alone I will" She said softly, he voice was just as velvet soft as her singing voice, dispite all her crying her voice never grew hoarse

((If Music is gone, your twins could go torment Julius and Simon... just add one more stress to Duellist's existence.))

((I meant the headaches and so-on... if Taryn stubbed her toe, Duellist would also feel a slight pain in his. And Bertram would... go crazy, because in wraith form he doesn't have toes but he'd have the feeling one of them hurts. blaugh He's so cute...))

Bertram shook his head, rapidly. "No, no, that's okay... would you happen to have another kerchief on you?" Wraiths don't cry. But sometimes they wish they could.

She raised an eyebrow at the man, then offered a smile, though this one was far darker than anything Duellist had seen Taryn wear. Metal clanked at her waist, where a pair of handcuffs dangled, and there was a flash of her pale thighs as she slid off the carved beast. She was the picture of a predator, all sweetness wiped away. Her usually wide eyes had lost the look of innocence that usually could be found there, and were sensually half lidded. "Feel what, lover... I'm fine." She purred as she moved fluidly to stand behind the horse, putting it between herself and Duellist. "I'm bored..." She glanced around, a faint pout coming to her lips, followed by a smirk.

((He is, I adore him. Such a cutie... ))

Glecia shook her head

"No, I'm afraid i don't but...." her hand trembling as she started to hold out her handkercheif, she never let anyone use her kercheif, no one... it hadn't left her posession since 1944

"You ca.....can't use mine, i'm sorry." She said in a slightly panicky tune and quickly blew her nose on it in a hope to rid any hopes Bertram had of using the handkercheif

((Besides the fact it scalds your tongue?))

The vampire arched an eyebrow. "Bored, Taryn?" Duellist asked, cautiously. This was a new side of her, and he didn't think he liked it. "Um... how so? What can I do to help?"

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Bertram looked even more depressed. "Oh... that's okay... I didn't expect you to let me, anyway... everyone always attacks me, I don't know why I'd expect you to be any different..." he collapsed back against the wall.

Glecia blinked a little and folded her handkercheif back up and slid it back in her glove and hurried over to Bertram and crouched next to him placing her hand on his shoulder

"Awwww, no no no sweat-pea, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure what ever happened to you will get better. Unless well, you die before you get better." Glecia tried to cheer the sulking Bertram up, but she had some dificulties, 1) she'd been dead for over a century (50 right?) 2) she didn't know Bertram was a wraith 3)she was never good at cheering people up.... even in life

Teddy had hopped onto a trashcan, figure hidden in the shadows. He cringed for the wraith when he spied Elly holding out that delicate white, lace eyelet hankerchief up to the man. Unable to hold back any longer, he spoke. "I suggest you take it, before little Elly gets mad."

'Little Elly' shot the boy a cold glare, that outstreched hand falling to her side in anger. "I would hush if I were you, Theodore! Or do you want another episode with the pea jar?"

At the mention of the pea jar, the boy's image flickered. Don't ask how Elly figured out the proper incantation but she'd managed to 'bless' a pea jar while while her brother had been hiding in it to scare one of the maids. What ended up happening was that Teddy got trapped inside and it due to her panicking, the little poltergeist female had one hell of a time trying to open up the jar.

"If anything, Theodore Peterson-Smith, you should apologize to the nice man!! You were just as bad as that red-eyed girl; I am ashamed to call you my brother!"