The Mansion

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Head finds her shoulder and the tears flow.
there aren't words just silent for the moment sobs.

The real world can be such a bitch at times, she's had her fair share. She simply holds him, allowing for emotions to flow as they need to before true healing can ever begin.

She laughed silently at her herself as her hand presses to his head and her cheek sets lightly upon him. It always seems like she ends up as a healer's companion. Her. Of all people.
 
The butler straightened his jacket, obviously a habitual gesture. "Yes, sir. We can indeed offer you such a juice. Are you sure you would not take an expensive wine?" he asked almost sniffing at the seemingly plebian request for juice.

"Do follow me good sir, I will show you to a room where you could sleep off the affects of..." here he pauses, "The extreme nbut necessary measures this household took to protect the virtue of its mistress."

He begins to lead the man through the house towards the great sweeping spiral staircase, "We have excelently appointed guest rooms." he said continuing up the stairs, his accented words floating back to the angel. "I am afraid the lady Caitlan is currently indisposed for the evening. I believe she retired early with her guest." he says sounding very formal glossing over the fact Glad and Cait were fucking like bunnies.

The angel followed the good man and didn't quite understand his retort at his request for juice. Simple creatures these mortals..."Wine would be quite enjoyed on some other occaision. But due to the affects of...how did you put it? Ah yes....
The extreme nbut measures the house took to protect the mistriss. And while I enjoy nursing myself back from this ache, I don't suppose you could give me some history about the mansion without infinging on the mistrisses privacy?
Or perhpas a game? Chess? Pass the time while I await the mistress of the house."
 
"I'm supposed to be a healer." he says bitterly, "why is it that one can't heal themself so easily?"
 
Flys across the ground, nearly invisible to those he passes, and arrives at a mansion. Gets close to the door and hovers before it. After pondering to himself, he shifts to his human form, then rings the doorbell.

I wonder who`s all here?
 
Flys across the ground, nearly invisible to those he passes, and arrives at a mansion. Gets close to the door and hovers before it. After pondering to himself, he shifts to his human form, then rings the doorbell.

I wonder who`s all here?
The smartly dressed overly chipper haughty british C3PO wannabe butler opens the door. "Can I help you, sir? My name is sir Thomas, .... well my last name is not really important to you... How can I be of service?"
 
The smartly dressed overly chipper haughty british C3PO wannabe butler opens the door. "Can I help you, sir? My name is sir Thomas, .... well my last name is not really important to you... How can I be of service?"

Looks at the butler and smiles.

Yes, I was wondering if I could come in and meet some friends of mine. You might know some of them; Gladiator, Fr33k, DarkWarrioress.
 
Looks at the butler and smiles.

Yes, I was wondering if I could come in and meet some friends of mine. You might know some of them; Gladiator, Fr33k, DarkWarrioress.

"Ah, well, yes... you see old chap, the Mistress and current Master are rather indisposed at the moment. As for who was that? Fr33k? I do not believe anyone by that name has been here yet. However, do come in and feel free to wander around. The Mistress' Study and Bedroom are off limits however."
 
The angel followed the good man and didn't quite understand his retort at his request for juice. Simple creatures these mortals..."Wine would be quite enjoyed on some other occaision. But due to the affects of...how did you put it? Ah yes....
The extreme nbut measures the house took to protect the mistriss. And while I enjoy nursing myself back from this ache, I don't suppose you could give me some history about the mansion without infinging on the mistrisses privacy?
Or perhpas a game? Chess? Pass the time while I await the mistress of the house."

"Sorry old chap, but no time to indulge in games and no time to gossip either." As he got to the top of the stairs, he gestured with open hand, "Feel free to use one of these rooms. I'll have your juice sent up shortly."
 
Thank you my good man.

Enters the Greathall and admires the design and architecture of the building.
 
"But you do and you shouldn't beat yourself up over it either. A caring heart is better than a cold one."
His hand squeazes hers, as he looks off into space, "Thank you.... I just hate that I care. she has hurt me so much lately. People like you make me so much happier now. Why do I cling to something that is dead? Is it because of the memories? because she used to be there for me? I know she and I are not meant to be together anymore, I just thought she and I could get along a little, at least.
 
His hand squeazes hers, as he looks off into space, "Thank you.... I just hate that I care. she has hurt me so much lately. People like you make me so much happier now. Why do I cling to something that is dead? Is it because of the memories? because she used to be there for me? I know she and I are not meant to be together anymore, I just thought she and I could get along a little, at least.

"There's any number of reasons why you still cling, why you still care. It all comes down to the fact you loved, still do."
 
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he blows a sigh. "Lets talk about other things." he says after a long pause.

"How did you sleep last night?" he asked softly.
 
"Alright." he says, "I love sleeping in your arms, and... going to bed in the rw at the same time you did was also very nice for me." he says softly, lacing fingers with hers.
 
There is something incredibly intimate about it to me." he laughs.

He stands slowly hand tugging her up, "Walk with me?"
 
There is something incredibly intimate about it to me." he laughs.

He stands slowly hand tugging her up, "Walk with me?"

She got to her feet, still smiling and holding his hand. "Of course. Shall we walk through the gardens or the labyrinth?"
 
He follows her, Pausing at the side of the pool, before he gets another idea. His hand stops her, "How alone are we?" he asks softly a mischievous look in his eyes.
 
He follows her, Pausing at the side of the pool, before he gets another idea. His hand stops her, "How alone are we?" he asks softly a mischievous look in his eyes.

She paused and looked around, "Very. Why? I could have the house throw up a shield if need be."
 
He grins, "Because I want to swim with you, you have aabout 10 seconds to take off your clothes or I throw you in with them on." he says grinning.
 
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