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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 19:36:23 GMT -5
The conversation with Nicolas about Julian did little to ease Lyra's concerns, not that she had expected much from Nicolas. After hearing how distraught Julian was over their failed relationship, that hadn't technically ended since it never really started, and with Samantha unavailable for reconnaissance due to her family's emergency Lyra had very few options left. She had to make sure Julian was okay, and Nicolas all but shrugged her off.
"He's better when he's painting," Nicolas had told her, as if that explained everything. Well he can't bloody well paint all day, she told herself, though she had no idea how wrong she was.
Determined to ensure Julian was coping, Lyra rang the bell to Julian's manor. She tried not to think of the last time she was here, when Lyra had inadvertently worn Julian's dead fiancee's riding habit and saw for the first time how truly tormented the man was over losing her. According to Nicolas, Julian was even worse now. Lyra was obviously a masochist for standing in front of his home now, but she needed to try to ease his pain somehow.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 20:04:03 GMT -5
Julian wasn't avoiding her per se. He was avoiding everyone. It had been pointed out to him that he had done the same thing after Belle passed away, but that comment was met with violence so his friends backed off. He found it easier to express himself through art. At first there were medium paintings with light colors, the paintings grew larger and the colors grew darker. The masterpiece he was working on now was quite easily the largest painting he had ever done. There was no concrete subject on the canvas, rather the colors and shapes took form from Julian's subconscious.
A maid opened the door. She looked tired and sad, one look at Lyra however and her expression was angry, "Can I help you?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 20:09:47 GMT -5
She was taken aback by the maid's response at seeing Lyra, but she wasn't surprised. She had been expecting as much, based on what she'd heard. "I-I'm here to see Julian," she answered, rather timidly as she braced for the response.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 20:15:20 GMT -5
"The master is indisposed at the moment, and is not up to receiving visitors. If you'd like to come back another day." she said halfway shutting the door in Lyra's face.
She didn't know the young lady in front of her, but she knew that the girl had something to do with her master's depression. She had seen the paintings, most of them were of Lyra, so she had no intention of letting the young woman through.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 20:30:38 GMT -5
Lyra put her hand out and stopped the door from shutting. "Look, you can either let me in or I can let myself in. But I need to see Julian." She didn't want to be a disturbance, but Lyra wasn't leaving without ensuring Julian was okay. And if she needed to she was not above hexing this girl into the beyond and walking over her.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 20:42:28 GMT -5
That was the wrong approach to use. The maid was just about to call for security when another voice rang out.
"Let her in." Julian said. He was wiping his hands with a cloth that showed paint stains with various colors. He had lost some weight which only added to his handsomeness giving sharper edges to high cheekbones and definition to muscles that were already well developed. Instead of the warm welcoming always smiling Julian, there was a man on the edge of something dangerous. In short he was more hauntingly beautiful than ever before.
"Make yourself at home." he said turning away from her and walking to the nearest bar cart. He needed a drink.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 21:07:35 GMT -5
Lyra looked past the maid at the sound of Julian's voice and she almost forgot to breath at the sight of him. She stepped inside, giving a faint apology to the servant girl, and moved apprehensively toward Julian. My Godric, had he gotten more handsome?
She didn't know what to say, now that she was here. She had planned a thousand different conversations but forgot them all. Even a simple greeting seemed an arduous task. A basic 'hi' seemed too simplistic for this meeting, and commenting that he looked well was simply cruel. "You're painting," she commented. He was better when he painted.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 21:20:44 GMT -5
He poured himself a liberal glass of whiskey, "I am. Drink?" he asked tersely giving no insight to his feelings or thoughts.
She was beautiful, and no matter how many portraits he painted he would never be able to capture the real beauty of her. But he would try.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 21:39:11 GMT -5
"No, thank you." A drink would have settled her nerves but it also would have lowered her inhibitions and she'd already ruined Julian enough for one lifetime. She certainly didn't need to make another drunken mistake.
He let no emotions show on his face or in his tone and Lyra was suddenly reminded of how Samantha had simply shut off her emotions at Nicolas' command. "What are you painting?" This was a rubbish conversation to have with the man who, at one point, was your best friend.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 21:57:08 GMT -5
The man that Julian was around her was closer to Sam's shut off robotic appearance. They all had their masks. This Julian was more of the man underneath. The raw, uncut, and emotionally scarred man that loved her.
He called her on the small talk, " Or, we could talk about what you came here to talk about." he said looking at her, reminding her that he could see through her.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 22:18:51 GMT -5
Lyra felt herself shrinking as he looked at her. He knew her too well and wasn't going to put up with her pretenses. She began twisting her fingers, studying them as she spoke carefully. "I wanted to see how you were doing." And I miss you. Lyra chewed on her lower lip, debating whether she should tell him about Mason.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 22:25:22 GMT -5
Julian spread his arms and gestured around him, "You tell me." he said bringing the glass to his lips and knocking back the drink in one sip. He might have already had a few before she came.
There was something lazy and sensual about him in the dark mood he was in. There was an energy that was all together feral, and the way he looked at her was the way a predator might look at prey.
He came closer to her, "You just wanted to see me?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 23:07:33 GMT -5
Lyra looked at him as he gestured in response. He wasn't doing well and Lyra tried her best to bite back her grim expression as he finished his drink in one impressive go. He made her want to cry.
The distance between them was closing and Lyra knew the proximity was dangerous. She put her hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. She didn't just want to see him. She wanted to hear him and smell him and touch him and taste him. But that wasn't why she came. She came as a friend. She wanted to comfort him and ease his pain.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 23:22:57 GMT -5
If that was what she wanted, she shouldn't have come. He wasn't deterred by her hand against his chest, if anything the contact provoked him further. He took her hand and pulled her toward him. His eyes searching hers. He was haunted by the longing he had for her.
"You shouldn't have come." he whispered before kissing her. The kiss started hard and urgent, but melted into something gentle as did his hold on her.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 29, 2016 23:37:54 GMT -5
His movements were sudden and they took her breath away. Lyra's tiny frame was nothing for his muscular arms and her body went wherever he directed. Not that she put up much of a fight. She gave in to his desires, as it was her own desire as well, but as their kiss softened her head cleared just enough to remember that she was dating someone.
"Julian..." She needed to tell him about Mason. At the very least the anger he felt could shake him out of this painting fueled depression. It was vital that she tell him. She was definitely going to tell him.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 29, 2016 23:52:06 GMT -5
Julian growled hungrily. When their lips parted he moved them to her neck and lower. He was a starving man. There was no reasoning with a starving man. He pulled at the clothes she wore, ripping them in the process.
This was no sentimental guilt infused lusting haze. Julian was clear headed about he wanted and giving into temptation. He was going to hell, and he was dragging her with him, but oh what a ride on the way down.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 30, 2016 0:25:17 GMT -5
All thoughts of Mason had completely dissipated. Lyra could barely remember her own name, let alone the name of the man she was being unfaithful to.
Everywhere his lips touched was tingling like a trail that set her skin on fire. Her blouse had been ripped open, allowing his mouth run down the soft skin of her stomach. She tore at him in return, skillfully unbuckling his belt in a fluid motion that proved she would accompany him willingly to the depths of Hell.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 30, 2016 0:42:14 GMT -5
Julian carried a lazy smile afterward. Unlike their previous encounters Julian did not appear guilty or concerned in the least. He looked well satisfied and peaceful. His body knew what he needed more than his head did, and it was his head that often got in the way.
"You're incredible." he whispered against her shoulder.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 30, 2016 1:07:26 GMT -5
Lyra closed her eyes and let the timbre of Julian's voice wash over her. His breath was hot on her skin which was flushed and pink. Her body still tingled with excitement. Lyra smiled, satisfied.
The consequences of her actions would come soon enough. She would realize what she had done to Julian. Again. What she had done to her relationship with Mason. Nicolas would be assured in his suspicions of her and do everything in his power to ensure Lyra stay as far from any of his loved ones as possible. Lyra would realize the effects of coming here today and she would be swallowed by them.
But currently she lacked the energy or desire to care about what would come. She wallowed in Julian's affection. She kissed him in return for his compliment, attempting to stay in this moment forever. The knowledge that it would end was tugging at the back of her mind but she ignored it and looked into Julian's eyes were she was once again lost.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 30, 2016 1:13:58 GMT -5
Julian sighed staring down at her loveliness. Unlike Lyra he wasn't going to let this tear him apart. He as selfish and he wanted her and he was tired of denying himself. He had done his part by staying away, but she had come to him.
He looked at her, still hungry. It was not a day for regret or worry. It was a day for pleasure. Julian needed it and by the looks of Lyra's well satisfied smile, he knew she need it too.
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