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Post by razor on Sept 25, 2006 21:54:22 GMT -5
"Sorry." He murmurred softly, amazed at how much he missed just the simple talking, how much it pained him to realize he was so close to loosing the only thing he lived for. "...I didn't stop looking for you." For some reason, he wanted to justify himself, "I didnt....eat, sleep, nothing. Im so glad you're back, Flanna."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 0:50:49 GMT -5
Flanna kissed her cheek. "...that wasn't good." She hugged him. "...I'm glad to be back. To be with you. That you love me.."
She yawned, suddenly utterly exhausted. "...I need to sleep..." She hadnt had a good nights sleep in a long time.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 4:48:51 GMT -5
Pulling her into his arms as he stood, Razor smiled a bit. "I second that idea, love." He swept her off toward the room, bolting and locking the front door. "....Is sleeping with me going to bother you?" He asked, not sure what she had already gone through.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 11:58:04 GMT -5
"....I don't know." She really didn't. While she had been lucky enough to avoid any assaults of that type, she just wasn't sure how her psyche would react. However, she was so tired, it probably wouldn't matter. She hoped it didn't. She needed Razor as much as he needed her.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 14:24:34 GMT -5
"All right...We'll see." Moving to the bed, he set her down gently, before moving to the other side, pulling the various knives and weapons from his person, placing a long blade under the matress, handle sticking out near the wall. The others were set in various places around the room. No chances.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 15:33:44 GMT -5
Flanna sighed softly, not watching him...weapons, espcially knives, made her skiddish now. Curling up in bed, she didn't even bother to remove the horrid corset or tight skirt she was wearing. She slipped into a sort of fetal position, drifting off to sleep slowly.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 15:37:01 GMT -5
Razor, although as tired as he could be, sat gently on the bed, watching her sleep for at least an hour and a half, before quickly stripping her of her clothes, making a promise to burn them in the morning, and put her in a long shirt of his, before slipping in next to her, tentively curling an arm around her protectively, wishing it would do something for her as she slept, and two seconds after he closed his eyes, he was out.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 15:45:59 GMT -5
Later that night Flanna woke up slightly, startled by something.
Unsure of where she was. She was...well she wasn't at the Raconteurs...and she wasn't wearing the clothing that she went to bed in.
Slipping out of bed she stood shakily, eyes widening when she saw Razor. Oh yes..she rememembered...but...he must have...
..seen her naked.
...old Flanna may not have cared...but this one certainly felt violated. Or something...she wasn't sure what she thought anymore.
She wasn't really that awake..still walking in that haze between awake and dreaming. She hadn't been sleeping well anyways in the bed...too big. She slipped into a corner of the room, curling up there.
It was familiar...and she was out like a light soon after sitting down.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 15:51:25 GMT -5
For Razor, when he woke up that morning, panic immediately set in. He was in a daze, and when he realized Flanna wasn't with him, he bolted upright in the bed, his panic not calming when he saw the discared clothes...but intensifying. It wasn't until he saw her in the corner did he finally relax.
...and want to cry. Maybe not physically, but it was terrible to see her, his proud, beautiful, strong Flanna....
Slipping from the bed he crossed over to her, kneeling. It was still really early, and as he pulled her into his arms, covering them both with a blanket, did he even think about it. It was natural instinct...to do whatever it was that would help his love out.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 15:55:36 GMT -5
Flanna fought against the arms for a second, murmering something unintelligible, before curling her arms around Razor, relaxing, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her breathing was calm, and she seemed more at ease now.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 15:56:49 GMT -5
Leaning his shoulder against the wall, Razor smiled softly at her, saddened, yes...but happy to have her back in his arms. Closing his eyes, he let his breath drift out in a small sigh and he closed his eyes again.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 15:59:08 GMT -5
Flanna woke up that morning, a bit perplexed to her current position, not sure how she made it from bed to corner...but at least Razor had come with her. She kissed his neck softly, but did no more, not wanting to stir him. He looked sad..probably because of something she did.
Things would get better from now on...but it was going to be a long hard road she knew.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:01:35 GMT -5
"mmm..." Razor's eyes flickered open, having gotten into the habit of being a light sleeper. "....mornin." He mumbled, reaching up with one hand to caress the back of her neck. Again, habit.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:03:30 GMT -5
Flanna still flinched, but it was followed by a smile. She couldnt fight the instincts..but she could show its not how she really felt. "...how I end up here, love?" She rested against him again, still unable to believe the nightmare was finally over.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:05:50 GMT -5
Razor yawned a bit, eyes clearing as he woke up bit by bit. "Walked ovah, i'd imagine. While i was sleepin." He raised his other hand and rubbed at his eyes a bit. "I got up aftah you."
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