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Dr. Michael Simon Anders (aka Master Simon) ([personal profile] master_simon) wrote in [community profile] nexus_stables2006-07-08 06:00 pm
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[[Open to [livejournal.com profile] simply_ellie only.]] Warning: Language and suggestive

Dr. Michael Anders has a blindfold tucked in his pocket as he pulls up to Elise's apartment. His PINpoint is in the other pocket. As he parks and climbs the stairs to the lobby, he grins broadly. This is going to be the best surprise ever.
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[identity profile] simply-ellie.livejournal.com 2006-07-09 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Even though it had been at her request, having him ease her off his lap feels like the worst separation she's ever had to bear. It's hard to meet his gaze again, wondering what he must really think of her now and the shame still burning brighly red on her cheeks.

"I... I know. And thank you, so much." Feeling sick to her stomach, she's so upset with herself that she could throw up. And that should be the least of your punishment for what you've done.

The marmalade cat is back, plaintively meowing. Picking it up again, it's much safer to hold the cat than reach for Michael's hand.
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[personal profile] master_simon 2006-07-09 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Tonight. When I meet her tonight in the Tower... I'll ask her to let me take the mask off. She needs to know. Maybe if I drop the accent, she'll know enough to give me permission to show her the rest...

As he leads her over to meet the first of the horses, he makes that promise to himself.

[identity profile] simply-ellie.livejournal.com 2006-07-09 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Following Michael's lead, she's loathe to release the cat just yet. It keeps her from hugging him or holding his hand, things that she shouldn't do again tonight. Maybe ever again, she thinks. But the urge simply won't go away.

As soon as I have a free moment, here or back in my apartment, I'm going to be the coward I've shown myself to be and text Simon. I can't see him tonight, maybe even tomorrow. Not until I get my thoughts in order and am ready to be honest with him.

What if I'm not able to do it?

Is this what living a lie is like?
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