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Post by The Astronomer on Oct 31, 2015 19:23:02 GMT
The scotch is... okay.
"Really now?" He took a step forward, with a wicked grin. "Do you find yourself convinced of my inner goodness?" He moved his head down to kiss her neck,
Rory Hamilton INT: 20
While thinking of the consul, Rory finds herself thinking of the suit he wore at their last meeting. It was such a nice suit... 'obscenely expensive' was the word that had come to mind. Was he old money, or was he perhaps in bed with Trustwell, metaphorically speaking?
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Oct 31, 2015 20:14:56 GMT
"Your house has security drones" she grinned and tilted her neck to the side, putting the glass down on the counter so as not to drop it, she did briefly wonder if it had been drugged, "I am convinced of your inner something." she teased, "And a great deal of you is closed off to the public." she giggled at her own joke and moved to kiss him fully.
She'd have to be careful, the suit had been more expensive than a civil servant should be able to afford, if he was in league with trustwell, then they would already know who she is and that she lied about her name.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 1, 2015 17:53:16 GMT
He returned the kiss, a long, slow one. Afterwards, he gave her a smile that was somehow both sad and mischievous. He put the scotch back up, took Rory by the hand, and lead her to a nearby staircase. "This plays grows lonelier every year. The staff do their best, but they're not exactly here for my charm. I doubt Carver reads Jane Austen. Maybe Lee Child or Robert E. Howard if he's feeling adventurous. Though to be fair, he spent the Reign trying to kill gods. Easy to kill your sense of wonder when your sense of wonder is trying to kill you."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 1, 2015 18:04:21 GMT
"Why don't you move?" She asked, letting him pull her after him as he lead her away to the staircase, "If you're lonely here why not move into the city? It's easier to make friends there" she smiled at him as she spoke, squeezing his hand, "Senses of wonder and imaginations are what help keep us alive, we imagine monsters in the shadows because the dark is dangerous for other reasons, way back when anyway."
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 1, 2015 21:05:46 GMT
"I go where the job is." At the top of the stairs, Lionel stops. "To your right is the library, which is hardly Alexandria. To your left is the conference room, rarely used. And straight ahead..." He placed his palm on her backside. "..is my bedroom."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 1, 2015 21:19:45 GMT
"And the job is up here not down with the people?" She asked then shrugged, grinned and moving in front to pul him along now, still facing him as she walked backwards towards his bedroom. "People usually save the best until last, but I admire the break in convention," She grinned, biting her lower lip and pulling him to her to kiss him again
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 1, 2015 23:22:08 GMT
he returned the kiss, passionately, then lightly nibbled on her ear as he whispered. "This is Olympus. The best part is the view. And who has the best vista?"
His room was dark until he touched a switch on the door. The windows were Transoblique, an expensive grand of glass that could turn clear to opaque and back with just a spark of electricity. Suddenly, the room was filled light. Rory could see the Wolfshead Valley beneath them, and the bright lights of Ambrosia. It was hard not to feel a bit divine from this angle.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 1, 2015 23:49:44 GMT
Rory admitted that it was a breath taking view, she looked right out over the Valley and walked to the window not touching the glass but looking out over the impressive view.
"Now this... this alone would make me choose here over the town" she said, looking back at him briefly before looking back at the view, "You're very lucky, to have all this in front of you, I see why they call this Olympus, you must get wonderful views of the stars too." she turned back to him fully, standing in front of him and beckoning him over to her"
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 2, 2015 0:04:35 GMT
He approached her, setting his hands upon her hips. "So you'll become my... companion, Veronica Somerset? As you've said, it gets lonely... so lonely." He kissed her shoulder, pressing her against the window as she thought. "Meet interesting people. Go anywhere. Do anything."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 2, 2015 0:11:26 GMT
"Was this an interview?" she asked him, with a soft laugh, "I have to admit, I was not looking for anything serious... when I went to the bar, but I am a believer in going with the flow of situations." she ran a hand through his hair, "What do you want out of a... companion?" she was a bit put off by the word and his usage of it.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 2, 2015 0:20:53 GMT
His hand stroked her leg. "Wit. Beauty. Reliability. Discretion. Someone I can just rely on to spend time with me, someone I can confide in, someone who can help me get through the day. I don't want a girlfriend or a fuckbuddy or a prostitute. I want something more reliable, more fulfilling."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 2, 2015 0:32:59 GMT
"I can be all those things" Rory replied,"am all those things" she putt a hand on his arm and tracing her fingers down to his free hand to link their fingers, "But I will tell you, I am not a lapdog. I am not going to drop everything and come when you whistle, but I can promise to be there for you whenever I can be, in whatever way you need me, ear to listen, shoulder to cry on... other things." she took a step towards him, so she was practically pressed against him, "A drink of water in the desert"
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