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Post by witch on Mar 16, 2015 23:34:27 GMT 10
The eyes of one instead of many, yes, Emma nodded upon that idea. She noticed Whisker's still in the pool and said nothing wanting him to enjoy himself, after all HE liked the water.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 18, 2015 21:31:53 GMT 10
WHiskers climbed up into Christine's hair, sitting on top of her head, he began to seemingly try to steer her to the side
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Post by witch on Mar 18, 2015 21:52:54 GMT 10
Upon catching this out of the corner of her eyes Emma softly spoke to him. She had NO idea if ANY of the Grey's knew she could talk to her friend or that she could talk at ALL. She told him to stay, to enjoy himself along with remind him to be careful about climbing into hair remembering when he had hurt his tiny paw when it had court in a knot within hers.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 18, 2015 23:08:21 GMT 10
"What's up fur ball?" Christine asked, gently holding him
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Post by witch on Mar 18, 2015 23:53:07 GMT 10
Knowing that Whisker's was safe Emma waited for what ever would happen next. She could see Mia still swimming and Christian....she wasn't to sure what he was doing really and Elliot... she could feel his embrace growing a little tighter.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 19, 2015 21:11:42 GMT 10
Christine put the rat on her back as she swan close to the surface
Elliot carried Emma up the what was basically their room though it was meant for Emma herself
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Post by witch on Mar 19, 2015 23:02:02 GMT 10
Once there Emma's eyes travelled around the room still not understanding half the thing that were in it. A large poster bed big enough for two and more. A whole in the wall that had a long strong pipe that had many clothes hanging upon it making her wonder just whom they were for. Another large wall covering piled with paper filled box like objects and one large chair. None of which Emma had touched. Instead she lay within the window box when she could. She small space leading to the sun and moon light things she had only just gotten somewhat used to. The small space also made her fell safe, it almost a welcome.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 22, 2015 11:42:49 GMT 10
He pulled back the bed sheets, laying her down in the bed, tucking her in "Hows my sexy baby2
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Post by witch on Mar 22, 2015 12:01:40 GMT 10
Despite the fact that Elliot hadn't left her side much since she had arrived in his life Emma still didn't fully understand him. While she saw him now as her new master she didn't for the life of her understand the way he treated her. He had a gentle touch most of the time, held her close and....the strangest part of all treated her somewhat kindly making her think it might be some kind of test. She shrugged at his words not understanding, her eyes downcast even in the bed.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 22, 2015 12:07:11 GMT 10
"Babe, what's wrong?"
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Post by witch on Mar 22, 2015 12:22:44 GMT 10
Again she said nothing biting her lower lip, her body shivering still for the aftermarth of her dreams. She pulled in breath slowly trying to form words, remember the way they were spoken. "N...n..n...not...t...ting...m...m..master" she spoke softly the first ever words she had spoken.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 22, 2015 12:24:00 GMT 10
"Why do I doubt that? You can tell me Em,"
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Post by witch on Mar 22, 2015 12:30:05 GMT 10
She fell silent again thinking, a lone tear rolling down her cheek as she slowly shook her head.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Mar 22, 2015 12:31:08 GMT 10
He held her close, stroking her cheek
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Post by witch on Mar 22, 2015 12:38:46 GMT 10
She shivered but a blush crept over her skin. It seemed to happen a lot around the man she knew to be called by the other Elliot. Her breath hitched a bit. His control over her rising with each passing day.
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