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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:47:22 GMT
After setting the teapot to rest, he walks to the fridge and starts to pull some t-bone steaks out, along with some vegetables from the crisper
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:54:54 GMT
she becomes lost in the music of the stories of the celts and of those that once ruled this country of such magical creatures as the faeries
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 5:02:47 GMT
Smiling as she sings, he places the vegetables on the cutting board, as he cuts them into an eatable size he places them into a microwave steamer
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 5:12:35 GMT
she waltzes back over to the drawers and locates the silver and glides back over to the table, setting the silver down. She closes her eyes and continues to dance, her arms coming up to hold an invisible partner as she glides around the kitchen floor. In her mind's eye, she is in a large ballroom, in a ballgown. Long, white gloves adorn her hands and arms and a handsome escort moves her around the dance floor. She becomes lost in her fantasy and forgets where she is.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 5:18:13 GMT
After adding enought vegetables for two, he adds some honey and a little water, then puts the pot in the microwave to cook.
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 5:19:58 GMT
completely entranced in her vision, she continues to waltz around the kitchen
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 10:02:06 GMT
moves over to the stove and readies a frying pan, adds a little oil and starts to cook the steaks
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 4:40:06 GMT
still in her dream, she bows, the escort bowing to her as well. As they straighten up, he extends his arm to her and smiles. She accepts it and they walk off of the dance floor together, the house changing around her as she moves. She no longer sees that house that is there, but a grand palace. He escorts her upstairs and outside to a balcony where they can enjoy the night air.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 4:54:29 GMT
He places the cooked steaks onto the dinner plates, on the remaining quarter he places a mixture of steamed vegetables, Placing the plates on the table, he goes looking for Sharon
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 4:59:37 GMT
She smiles at him, her eyes looking down as they stand in a darkened corner of the balcony. She fills a strange sort of pull towards him. He tilts her head and chin away from him as she closes her eyes
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 5:04:14 GMT
Finding Sharon in one of the upsatirs studies facing a wall, he clears his throat to gain her attention
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 5:07:45 GMT
feeling something is troubling her companion, she turns her back towards him to find him altered. His face now that of a monster, his eyes glowing red. She screams and backs up, leaning backwards over the railing
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 5:10:01 GMT
Hearing her scream he races over and embraces her in a warm hug Sharon, what's wrong?
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 5:12:29 GMT
the vision falls away with once last glimpse of the monster that was approaching her. She suddenly finds herself in Roy's arms, back in his home. She is breathing heavily and her face pale
Where did he go? God..it was so real......
she buries her face in his chest, shaking, quite unlike her normal cool, collected self
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 5:15:00 GMT
Where did who go? He rubs her back gently as she gathers her wits come on dinner's waiting
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 5:19:41 GMT
Dinner? Oh...yes....
she walks with him, still confused on what had just happened. The palace, the man, everything had seemed so real.
I was somewhere else, with someone else. We were dancing. Then he led me up to the balcony and then his face...changed.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 5:23:11 GMT
But you never left here... you were singing to yourself & dancing, but you were alone.. a look of bewilderment crosses his face
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 5:24:44 GMT
I swear to God, Roy, it was real! I could touch him. I could smell the polish of the wood!
she shakes her head
I dunno, maybe I'm just tired...or maybe my blood sugar is just messed up and it's messing with my head.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 22, 2005 5:31:38 GMT
I don't know either way, but it worries me just the same. He pulls out one of the chairs for her as they reach the dining room
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Post by Sharon on Sept 22, 2005 5:33:36 GMT
she sits down in the chair, smiling up at him, still trying to regain her composure
It looks wonderful honey.
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