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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 9, 2007 23:31:50 GMT -5
Damon slowly sat up straight, for the most part. His upper torso still leaned forward and his head looked down over his arm that seemed to be dead and throbbing and then the other that was hurting as well. While his head pounded heavily with the aching bruise just above his neck, the young man thought he tasted blood in his mouth, though he couldn't be sure. His taste buds were never good enough to taste the difference between many foods or drinks, but this felt different than the hot saliva that normally manifested itself inside of his mouth.
There was no reason to express this thought to Margot though, so he simply swallowed and looked up to her. Her hand was held out to him, as his should have been to her. Things were so turned around it seemed while he was with her. She had made the first move, she had taken care of him when he was wounded, and now she was helping him to his feet. The young man shook his head lightly and reached his right hand up to hers. Only somewhat pulling on it to steady himself as he got to his feet, he moved his legs so that he would slowly be able to stand on them.
When he was standing and sure he wouldn't fall, he nodded and smiled to Margot. "As long as they don't attack me," he said with a hint of humor behind his words.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 9, 2007 23:44:03 GMT -5
"They won't attack you." she laughed and embraced him when he stood up. It was soft and gentle so she didn't hurt him. Just comfort since he seemed a bit uncomfortable after all that had happened. She hated to be so dominant, but what else should she had done? Let him get beat? Let him bleed to death and get an infection. Now she could be the woman. Supporting and keeping her hopeful beau happy and content.
"My father is so set on finding me a husband he'll probably lock me in a room with you until we die." She laughed looking up at him. He stood a good 5 inches taller than her.
Margot almost knew for a fact that her father would like him, that he wouldn't mind him around. He had been trying to set his daughter up for almost two years. Since she came of age he was trying to place her with a man. It was like he wanted her to leave or something, or maybe it made him look good. Her mother didn't really notice it.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 0:07:43 GMT -5
Her gentle hug caused a somewhat involuntary reaction. He attempted to hug her back, but winced in pain as he once again was reminded that his left arm was still immobile. Slowly, Damon reached around with his right arm and rested it lightly on Margot's upper back, and lightly landed his hand on her shoulder. He looked around, trying to take in the nighttime scene again, but he was hit with a massive dose of dizziness. Closing his eyes, he tried to get over the sudden spell temptation.
Before he opened his eyes again, he smiled at her comment. Though he was certain she was joking as well, especially by her laugh, he didn't ask about it. He'd eventually meet them, and hopefully they wouldn't think of him as the Demon he more or less truly was. Taking the first step though wasn't as smooth as he had planned it. He was hit with another huge dose of dizziness and felt nautious. His step was off balanced and caused his step to swerve and wobble.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 0:26:54 GMT -5
They walked to her home. It took less time to get there then she had thought even with him sort of hobbling around. She helped him as much as she could, but she wasn't really that strong. He weighed a little more than she remembered.
When they reached the porch of her home and knocked on the door loudly. A big golden door knocker hung just below a window panel. It was in the shape of a dolphin. And odd figure around there. Margot wasn't sure herself why it was that way. She had always loved dolphins, but as far as she recalled it had been there before she was even born. Her mother might have just liked it or maybe it had been there when they moved to the house.
Soon a man who looked barely older than thirty stepped outside. He was about 59 however. He didn't have much gray hair though and he was probably better built than Damon and that was odd. He smiled at the man and his daughter.
"Hello Darling," He spoke giving her a kiss on the cheek. "And who is this!"
He saw that the man was hurt. He called into the house something in German and two people came outside. A woman and a young man and they both took one side of him. They took him inside as Margot followed and set him on a couch in what looked like a main hallway to be upstairs and everywhere else in the house. Then another woman came out of her office after the young man told her there was someone wounded. She had a case in her hands. A tall slender woman who looked young as well. She had short black hair and blue eyes. Margot definitely looked like her father. The woman with the case sat next to him and began checking him, looking at the bruises and cuts. Checking his arm. In the end she gave him a brown bag of pills inside for pain. She told him nothing major but the gun wound and that with those he would heal hopefully painlessly.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 14:09:20 GMT -5
Damon was glad that Margot guided him around. Every step he placed was at least a little off balanced, some more than others. Along the way, he held his hand on her shoulder and only slightly leaned on her, but made sure not to press any weight on her. Once in a while, he would close his eyes tightly to push away the dizzy spells that continuously swept over him, and tried to play off that he was fine, but didn't talk very much. He kept a smile up, even though the pain beneath it was excruciating at certain points.
Soon, they reached a porch and a door that contained a well crafted dolphin looking knocker. He was slightly confused as to why she had knocked. Wasn't this her home? Maybe she didn't live here anymore and only came to visit because it was closer than where she actually lived. Either way, he didn't ask, not yet at least. As the door open, he saw a young man step out. He didn't seem to be very much older than Damon himself, but as he acknowledged Margot as 'Darling', he was sure it was her father if not an uncle or brother.
When the man asked who he was, Damon almost answered when apparently the man noticed he was injured. Damon recognized the German language and his grin broadened slightly while a woman and another young man came to him. As the young magician was taken by the two, he allowed his hand to slip from Margot's shoulder and was guided into the great home to a couch. It seemed he had been taken into the main hallway that connected to quite a bit of the other branches in the home, and then he noticed another woman coming out to him.
After taking the brown bag of pills in his right hand, he smiled and responded, "Danke," assuming that she had been able to speak German as well. He gazed into the bag to see what the pills looked like, but then his eyes were drawn away from them. They moved up to where Margot was, who had apparently followed them in, and he smiled. "At least they haven't pulled a gun on me yet," he said to her as he looked around the room.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 14:19:53 GMT -5
She smiled at Damon. After he was all fixed up they had taken him to a room off the right side of the hall. He was set on a couch and Margot sat next to him. She laughed when he made the comment and shook her head.
"My father looks like he's getting ready to lock us in." She teased. Since they had got there he had been hounding her about Damon. Asking her who he was and if they were dating. If he had asked her to marry him yet and if they had become intimate. He kept edging her on to go to the room and talk to him. To comfort him.
Margot sat on the couch by him and leaned over resting her torso on his lightly. She wasn't very heavy and wasn't on his wound. The woman smiled and rested a hand on his cheek.
It was almost as if she was waiting for him to say something. And she was. He seemed to need a bit of control and she was giving it to him now.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 14:47:16 GMT -5
As she leaned onto his body, and lightly touched his cheek, Damon gazed into her eyes. Her weight wasn't an issue, and she seemed to be carefully avoiding his wounds, thankfully. Though, when he tried to lift his arms to hug her, just like before, he couldn't help but wince once again. His left arm still throbbed when he moved it, but he was able to, at least a little. Before getting it too far away from its original resting position though, he simply left it laying down and used his other hand instead.
Smoothly slipping it to touch her cheek as well, he lightly caressed it with the back of the middle of his index finger. "Now then," he said as he lifted his head to get closer to her face, "where were we." Lightly the young magician pushed his lips to hers, finally sealing the kiss that should have been done on the bench before. His hand changed into an open palm that softly moved through her hair. Traveling from her cheek, behind her ear, and then through the strands of hair, his hand swayed down to the back of her neck.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 15:15:16 GMT -5
It seemed like a life time between that kiss and earlier. She was waiting for it so long and when she got it she took in a gasp of air. Her heart beating hard in her chest as she kissed him back. Letting her lips collide and pull on his lightly. It was the first time in a few years she had kissed someone. Her last kiss was an old boyfriend and it wasn't half as passionate or intense as this seemed to her.
Her hand slid up his torso and rested on his chest gently as they kissed, still cautious of his wounds and bruises.
It felt to her like the room was getting warmer and it wasn't as if she was wearing much. She had on a light pink dress, almost white. It was sleeveless and the skirt only came down to her knees. It wasn't very thick either. Not like the one of the night she took the bullet out of him.
He didn't have his coat so she decided to take this a little further. It would be easier without all that stuff he usually had on. Her hand moved back down to the bottom of his shirt. Her first fingers crept under it slightly and she started to pull it up little by little.
A woman though passed the room. It was Margot's mother. She stopped for a second and watched in horror as this went on, slowly edging the door open. But then she slowly close it and walked off anyway looking like she was going to cry. A laugh was heard in the next room.
"About time." A voice said. It was awefully like her father's.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 15:56:52 GMT -5
Damon's eyes were closed, so he didn't see the woman that passed by and took a peak into the room, but he didn't lose his sense of feel. He felt Margot's hand move down to the bottom of his shirt and begin to pull it up. Though he wasn't sure about how he would feel about this act normally, he knew that it didn't feel right to have it done there. He was in the young lady's home, where her parents lived, and possibly many other servants, and they were all clearly awake still. Embarrassed by the thoughts, Damon's lips curled from the kiss and into an embarrassed grin.
Then, there was a voice from somewhere in the hall. "About time," it said, and it sounded a lot like the voice that had greeted them at the door. His eyes opened a little and moved over to the door, but it was closed, so he wasn't sure if the person was talking about them or not, but his mind assumed that he was.
He let his head fall back onto the cushions of the couch as a light and silent laugh came from his mouth. While he wasn't exactly fighting her undressing him, he didn't help it either. Looking at her, still smiling a little, he tried to let her know what he was thinking. "I don't think we should be doing this here," he said to her. His voice was quiet, as if trying to keep a secret just above a whisper.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 16:07:35 GMT -5
She looked at Damon completely embarassed. Her face was red and her eyes were glossy. Slowly she moved off of him. Sitting there, her back facing his body. Her eyes were glued to the ground.
What had she been thinking? Did she really expect him to to do that? Now in his condition? In her parents house. Everyone was around and they were suseptable to all kinds of intrusion. It seemed like the worst night of her life right then. She was trying to have sex with a man she barely knew. He probably didn't even want her. She was just some girl like she had thought before. Love was in her own heart. But was it in his?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She told him sadly. "Do you wish to get out of here now? No one's holding you back if you want to."
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 21:14:22 GMT -5
When she turned away, he knew that she took his words in the way he hadn't wanted her to. He pushed his left hand up to her shoulder, forcing himself to ignore the pain, though it continued to move through him like pulses of painful poison. As his hand came to land on her shoulder, he sat up slightly, allowing the shirt that she had managed to push up slightly, to fall back down, covering what it had revealed. "Margot," he said to her quietly. "What would I want to do that for?"
Then his other hand moved to her arm, softly gracing her skin. It smoothly slipped down to her palm where he gently wrapped his hand around it, holding it securely. Smiling to her with his charming and somewhat mysterious smile, he added, "Unless you're coming with me." He wouldn't mind taking her somewhere else, but it didn't feel right to him for getting intimate under the same roof as her parents.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 21:29:44 GMT -5
Margot smiled slightly and grasped his hand with her own. It felt so warm and comforting. She didn't understand why she was so lucky to have all of this. To have Damon. This was a man that no woman deserved. He was everything someone could ask for. Kind, polite, handsome, powerful even if he didn't really seem to have a lot of money. He was what Margot needed.
"I just came here because you were hurt. And because it was closer than my home. My loft is farther out by the country. And I was afraid Drea might be a bother." She grinned.
She leaned back slightly against him. It seemed she knew the right amount of pressure and weight so that he didn't get hurt. Her head turned and she let her lips find his from where they were. Margot gave him a few small kisses.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 22:08:27 GMT -5
Damon allowed her to lean into him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Accepting the kisses with a smile, he gazed at her in wonder. The young man tightened his hug a little, more with his right arm than his left due to the pain that still held firm. "Tell me," he began, speaking finally once more, "tell me about your family. They seem wealthy, and I noticed the German speech before."
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 10, 2007 22:15:17 GMT -5
Margot closed her eyes as he began to speak. He wanted to know about her parents. She wasn't sure what she was going to tell him then. Her mind was everywhere and she was exhausted. Did she make it a general statement? Or go into detail about everything. Did she really trust him with the intimate details? It seemed so...confusing an complicated and it was only one question.
"My family is...different I guess. They are wealthy as you would say. My father owns a share of the theater and he's consultant for many projects. He's usually invovled in the building of places or some scientific break through. My mother...well she's always nervous. Always thinking something's going to happen. And she's a midwife out of all things. That's how I knew how to help you in the theater. She used to cure wounded people. I have a brother too. He's not home right now, and he's older than me. about eleven years older."
She turned again and kissed his lips a bit longer this time. It seemed like she couldn't get enough of this man. He was absolutely perfection in her eyes. She just wished he would take off those damn glasses.
Margot reached up slowly as she kissed him. Placing her hand on the glasses gently as she began to slide them off.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 10, 2007 22:28:22 GMT -5
Damon listened closely to her explanation. Her father's owning of a share in the theater explains the wealth and how the young mistress came to be an actor in the same place that he had become a magician. The part where she mentioned her father always being a part of some scientific break through made him wonder if she knew about the lab deep beneath the theater. He knew many people knew nothing about it, but he had seen the owner slipping down there once before, though that was all. Everyone else just seemed to never have a reason to search beyond the basement doors.
As she kissed him, he decided that the story was probably over. But then, he felt his sunglasses begin to remove themselves from his face. Quickly he shut his eyes, but didn't stop her. It was obvious that she wanted to take them from his eyes, so he would allow her to do so, but opening his eyes in the light was something he wasn't sure he was willing to do yet. As the glasses were removed, dark circles of exhaustion could be seen beneath the young man's closed eyes, and a feint impression remained from where the grim of the glasses had remained tightly on his nose.
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