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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 10:26:51 GMT -5
((it's not really Pierre, but i had to put a picture in for emotion, it looked the closest))
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 12:44:57 GMT -5
The emotions in the room were heightened and Michelle could feel it tingling on her skin. She was known to be very brave and equally stubborn but she might just have met her match and she wondered if this man was going to listen to what she said. When she touched Lance's shoulder he seemed to calm down and so did she but the fierceness remained. His father tried a measure of manipulation on him but it didn't work as he spoke about being chased away like a dog.
He then said goodbye and that he loved Lance and Michelle found it hard to believe. She remained by Lance's side and waited to see if Lance would agree with her...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 13:11:57 GMT -5
 He can see through you
regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Lancelot stood there not turning around at any time, when his father said Lancelot is chasing him away like a dog, he closed his eyes tightly and when his father started to leave and said that he loved him, a tear ran Lancelot's cheek he knew his father was lying and when he mentioned his mother he opened his eyes and he wiped his tear away, the door close behind his dad and he fell down onto the couch, breathing for the first time again, he felt so helpless and when Michelle was there next to him he felt a bit stronger. He looked up at Michelle and asked. "What just happened?"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 14:23:19 GMT -5
Lancelot's father left and a deafening silence was left in his wake. Michelle could breathe again and so could Lance, but the aftermath resembled the few hours after a tornado. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do... Lancelot fell down on the couch and he looked up at her almost as if he were lost and she slowly went to him and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers tenderly she softly caressed the top of his hand and looked into his eyes when he asked her what had just happened. She could see he was quite emotional and she brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes and spoke,
"It's going to be alright, everything is going to work out fine. Please, I know you still feel something for him, but don't let him affect you like this. It will only destroy you..."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 14:34:51 GMT -5
He can see through you
regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Michelle sat down next to him and wiped hair out of his face, while caressing his hand, the other one still hurts a lot but he isn't showing any pain. He loved every moment she touched him, no matter if it was just a finger on his arm or her lips against his, he just enjoyed it all the time. He looked at Michelle gave her a smile, with his sore hand he held her cheek in his hand looked her in the eyes and gave her a long deep full on lips kiss, he slowly pulled away and said."Thank you for being here, by my side. I won't let him get to me, it's just the things he say about you and me that hurts a lot." he gave her a smile and asked her. "How about I cook us up some dinner and we can enjoy an evening at the table together? What do you say?"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 15:34:54 GMT -5
Lancelot tenderly caressed her cheek and she willingly went closer and they kissed passionately for a long heavenly moment. The mere feeling of his lips against hers set her on fire, a fire that didn't necessarily drive her to want to go further, but a fire that almost felt like tender love. It scared her to no end. Love has always scared her and she was afraid to admit that she might be falling for him. He pulled away and she longed for his closeness immediately but smiled as he thanked her for being by his side. He also also said that the things his father had said about them hurt him a lot and a pained expression took over her delicate face. She wanted to ask him what it was, but refrained from doing so. She didn't really need to know the details and his father had said it in French for a good reason.
Michelle had always loved the sound of French and when she heard it for the first time from Lancelot's lips it was like a chemical reaction. She wouldn't admit it to Lance but him speaking in French was a major turn-on for her. She smiled at the thought and hoped Lance didn't notice it. He then asked her if he could cook them dinner and she looked at him a little surprised,
I'd love to... I didn't know you can cook. I'm too curious now to say no...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 15:55:13 GMT -5
He can see through you
regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Lancelot gave her a small smile and he walked off to the kitchen, took his pants of, stayed in his Jockey and grabbed an apron, got the pots he needed and started to search in the cupboards for the needed ingredients. He leaned into the deep freezer shivering at the coldness that played against his warm skin. He threw water into the pot and the some spaghetti and turned the oven plates on and placed the pot on it, he then got the veggies he got out of the freezer and threw them with some shredded mince into a pot, he went to the fridge and got the cream out and threw that into the pot with the veggies and meat when he suddenly started to sing while waiting for everything to boil and simmer. "je marchais sur la plage quand je vous ai vu, le visage plus beau que le coucher du soleil, je veux te prendre dans mes bras et tenez-vous près de moi, vous méritez d'être embrassé chaque jour, chaque heure et chaque minute"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 16:19:45 GMT -5
Michelle remained sitting for a shot while and longingly stared out the window as the sun started to set. It cast brilliant colors across the horizon and lit up the world in a fiery brightness and she found her mind drifting to her brother. Where was he? Was he still alive? How was he doing? She sighed and mentally pushed the thoughts from her mind. She couldn't afford to think of such things right now.
She got up and turned around just in time to see Lancelot taking off his pants and suddenly turned around and covered her eyes. She had no idea why she was doing this and a nervous laugh escaped her soft lips. He didn’t seem to notice and was drifting about the kitchen preparing food. She turned back, peeking at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled at herself, thinking that that was exactly the way food should be prepared. A man, preparing food in his jockey and only an apron on. Hell it didn’t get any better than this. Bust she spoke too soon when suddenly he began to sing a song in French. Her smile faded to a smirk and she lifted one eye brow. Her confidence sky-rocketed and she strutted towards him, swaying her hips in a sultry manner. Without a sliver of hesitation she reached up on her tippy toes and cornered him, pressing her body tightly against his she started to kiss him with a passion he sure as hell hadn’t felt before. She slipped him out of his apron and touched his bare skin all over, still enchanted by his French song she just couldn’t get enough…
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 16:45:43 GMT -5
He can see through you
regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Lancelot was busy singing and didn't even notice Michelle come closer until she was in front of him silencing his song with her lips, he dropped the bowl he was holding and it's contents scattered over the floor, she took of his apron and he stood there in his Jockey and her hands feeling every part of his body, he pushed her closer to him and started to kiss her more passionately, when suddenly the lid of the pot shook of the pot from the steam pressure and fell to the floor breaking into pieces, he let her go and his eyes were wild, tainted with his wolf eyes, he felt his claws retract when he came to. "Gosh I'm sorry, I should have took it off before you came."
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 17:00:05 GMT -5
The bowl Lance had been holding clattered to the floor but Michelle didn't even notice it. She was completely lost in the moment and the heat of his body. She wasn't quite sure what it was but Lancelot just had that effect on her. He pulled her even closer and kissed her back. She wanted every part of him but yet again it seemed that the universe had forbidden their love when the pot's lid began to bubble from the steam and fell to the floor, the delicate glass lid shattering. Michelle suddenly pulled away, looking at the shattered glass and noticed that a few pieces of shattered glass was embedded in her leg. She looked up at Lance, embarrassed but was immediately mesmerized by his eyes. They seemed wild and passionate at the same time. Lancelot apologized and Michelle gave a small step back and her gaze fell to the floor,
"It's my fault... I'm sorry I just couldn't stop myself..."
Michelle turned from him and ran for the stairs, embarrassed and disappointed at the same time. It was all her fault and this time her inability to control herself had caused a big mess. She hoped Luther would come help clean up the mess and she slammed the door of her room shut and fell onto the bed, completely emotional for no reason at all. She wanted to cry but no tears came and so she curled up in a fetal position and stared out her window at the stars that began to peak out over the ridge of trees...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 17:08:34 GMT -5
He can see through you
regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Lancelot felt Michelle cringe a bit and suddenly he smelt a little bit of blood he looked down and saw that her leg was bleeding, he wanted to offer his help but she already ran away. Why was he such a fool, he just couldn't help it Michelle made his mind slip and he can't breath when she is near. His anger overwhelmed hit and he threw the pot of pasta on the ground in the process burning his hand, shouting in protest as the heat burned his flesh, his broken hand is now burned too. He went to the sink and doused his hand in cold water. Luther knocked softly on Michelle's door asking if may come in, he brought fresh towels for her room.
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 17:14:31 GMT -5
Michelle suddenly heard a knock on the door and sat up on the bed, making a visual effort to have a happier expression on her face she softly asked,
"Who's there?"
Luther answered and she breathed a breath of relief and told him he could come in. She wondered if he had already seen the mess in the kitchen and was almost expecting him to be angry at her for her own foolishness...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 17:19:35 GMT -5
Luther made his way into Michelle's room, he knows not to ask about any personal things but when he saw her legs were full of blood he asked her."What happened there? He put the towels down and gestured to her legs. He sat down at the foot of the bed, inspecting her legs without even touching it."Should I get the medical kit and help you?"
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Post by Whisper on Oct 25, 2012 17:28:53 GMT -5
Luther came in and Michelle tried to look happy but failed miserably. Luther seemed to want to mind his own business but when he looked at Michelle he seemed a little shocked and gestured at her legs, asking what happened there. Michelle looked down and noticed the blood for the first time. She cringed as the pain suddenly arrived. Why'd she have to look? The pain would have stayed away if she hadn't looked. She shrugged at Luther as streams of blood poured down her leg, Having obviously lacerated an important artery. How should she tell him what happened?
He inspected her legs and asked if he should bring the medic kit and she shook her head. If he were smart he would do so anyways but she merely slipped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, running a shower of steamy hot water. She undressed and stood there for a moment just to wash off all the blood. It didn't help and was soon replaced with fresh blood and she exited the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and sat on the bathtub's edge and started to remove the shards of glass. Her old habits of cutting began to surface and she seemed to enjoy the feeling of intense pain as she took every piece out. Holding the last piece of glass in her hand she gazed longingly at her wrist...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Oct 25, 2012 17:41:08 GMT -5
Luther stared at her when she disappeared he went and fetch the medical kit anyway, Lancelot came up the stairs and saw that Luther was holding the medic kit, embarrassed by his hand he hid it away and told Luther to carry on, Luther went into Michelle's room seeing she didn't take a towel and he knew the ones in the bathroom were old and he was going to replace them but she was to quick for him, so he knocked on the door."excuse me, uhm Michelle... You forgot your towel"
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