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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 5, 2017 21:46:20 GMT -5
As the door blew open, Lyra thought nothing of stepping inside. There was usually a servant of some sort to answer when she rang, but perhaps Julian had given them the night off so that the happy couple could be alone and obviously he'd left the door open so felt welcomed in coming in while he fixed dinner. Lyra removed her coat and hung it in the closet before she heard a woman's voice.
Lyra stopped in her tracks as she listened to the woman giggle. Lyra was confused, but there were no warning signals going off just yet. Julian loved Lyra and though they weren't officially dating they obviously only had eyes for each other. Perplexed, Lyra headed toward the sound but when her not-boyfriend's name was called in a clearly intimate tone Lyra's heart stopped.
"Don't be daft," she scolded herself as she continued toward the sounds that caused her breathing to become ragged and liquid to pool at her eyes. She continued into the room.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 5, 2017 22:13:47 GMT -5
Lucy, a 5'2" curvaceous imp with brown hair and liquid doe eyes, was leaning back on the couch whilst Julian nibbled at her ample cleavage. His hands were everywhere at once, and hers were clinging to him, as her head thrust backward in ecstasy.
Julian herd Lyra's heels clicking against the marble and smiled, "Lucy..." he whispered reverently.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 5, 2017 22:23:35 GMT -5
Lyra stood at the threshold, unable to look away as Julian ravaged another woman. She felt as if a vice was tightening around her heart and her hand moved instinctively to her chest, dropping the ridiculously expensive bottle of wine onto the floor. She didn't even notice her silver dress splashed with red liquid as she couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face.
She saw Julian with that woman but at the same time she also saw Rystain with Lani and then everything began to spin. She had to get out of there. Lyra turned quickly, slipping on the wine but recovering her footing as she ran from the room, tears streaming down her face.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 5, 2017 22:31:59 GMT -5
Julian turned in time to see her slip and he reached for her on instinct, but she quickly got a hold of herself and ran. He wanted to feel better, but seeing Lyra hurt the way he had been only made him feel dirty.
Lucy sat up, "You haven't lost your touch mon ami, but I do not think this was well done." she said sympathetically seeing the misery on his face. She had also seen Lyra's reaction, that was not the face of a woman who didn't care.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 5, 2017 23:20:09 GMT -5
Lyra ran until she was outside of Julian's home, she didn't even stop to grab her coat as she ran into the wind. She was only there a second before she apparated to back to her flat. Lyra was crying so hard that she couldn't breath as she rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
She fell to the floor and curled into the fetal position as the room spun around her. She couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her heart and the echoes of that woman calling out Julian's name lustfully. The room was growing steadily darker as she cried onto the tile floor.
Mimsy opened the door and peeked her head in, a scared and sad look on her face but Lyra screamed at her to go away. Lyra was usually very sweet with Mimsy, even when she lost her temper with the well-intentioned elf there was always a level of civility in her tone. But Lyra was too far gone to have any such undertones and Mimsy quickly ran away.
The room grew darker and the woman's moans grew louder in her head. She saw Julian smothered in the woman's chest and Rystain yelling at her in the common room. Julian whispered the woman's name loudly in Lyra's ear, Lani was laughing at her, and Julian's woman giggled at a deafening volume. The images and sounds were too much and Lyra reached for her wand as she knew it could stop it all. She just needed it to all go away. She needed to find serenity it the pain.
But serenity didn't come as her skin was torn apart. Julian's whispers grew louder as Lucy's head fell backward in ecstasy. Lyra drug the tip of her wand across her thigh again but still the woman moaned and Julian was laughing at her. Lyra pressed harder as Julian shouted hateful things at her; he called her a whore and a gold digger, he told her viciously that he had only ever wanted her for sex and that he never loved her, she wasn't worthy of love. No one would love her. She would be alone forever and he would never think of her again.
Lyra pressed her wand so hard, so deep into her thigh that she finally felt a glowing relief. The ring on her right hand warmed and signaled that she needed help.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 5, 2017 23:55:39 GMT -5
"Thanks again Luce." Julian said his hands firmly in his pockets, a weight of regret already hanging on his shoulders. Despite Lyra's infidelity and Nik's betrayal, he wasn't the kind of man to do what he had done. Well that wasn't entirely true, he had done it for many girls before, to help mend their wounded hearts, but he had never done it for himself. He didn't expect to ever have a wounded heart to mend.
Suddenly he questioned all the grand shows he put on for jilted lovers and whether or not their victories were just as hollow as his own was.
He shook out of his depressive thoughts and opened the door for Lucy to leave.
"Anytime Cher, you were there for me when Diego broke my heart." she paused at the door, "But I do not think my Diego and your woman are the same. He never looked at me the way she looked at you."
"It doesn't matter, I'm leaving Europe tonight. She'll find someone else..." he laughed bitterly, "She already has."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 0:01:41 GMT -5
The were a small pop then Mimsy appeared at the door, just after the other woman had left. Her eyes were wider than usual as she rushed up to Julian.
"Master Julian, please come quickly," she begged, tugging on his pants frantically. The elf was too worried about her mistress to bother with appropriate boundaries.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 0:04:22 GMT -5
He gave a final wave to Lucy before shutting the door, then turned at the familiar pop.
"Mimsy..." he frowned, "What are you doing here?"
When she begged him to come with her he gently removed her from his pants, "That's enough of that, I'm sure whatever it is your mistress can handle it."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 0:13:15 GMT -5
Mimsy shook her head deeply, her eyes wide with terror. "No, sir. Mistress cannot! Master Julian must come now!"
As pulling him had not worked, Mimsy went the opposite route and began pushing him toward the door. She made very little headway but her mistress' life was in danger and she would not give up until he relented.
"Mistress Lyra is in trouble!"
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 0:27:54 GMT -5
Julian was growing irritated with the elf, he was about to order her to leave when she said Lyra was in trouble.
"What do you mean she's in trouble?"
It didn't make sense to Julian, as he had personally set the security charms at Lyra's apartment, and he knew Nik had security on her as well.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 0:35:44 GMT -5
Mimsy continued pushing him, trying to get him to move. "Mistress doesn't want Mimsy to know what she does, but I know sir. And this time is the worst!" If Mimsy was tall enough, she would have slapped him in the face and suffered the consequences of her actions, so long as he saved Lyra.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 0:40:01 GMT -5
Mimsy's panic spoke to Julian, the elf was desperate, and the idea that Lyra could truly be in trouble sent a coldness to his stomach.
"Very well, take us there then."
Mimsy could apparate them both directly to Lyra's apartment rather than having to arrive by carriage.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 1:02:45 GMT -5
Mimsy brought them both directly into Lyra's bedroom and ran to the adjoining bathroom. When she pushed open the door, the elf was met with a sight and screamed a high pitched wail. "We're too late!"
Lyra was lying face down on the bathroom floor, her dress pulled up high enough that her scars were visible. There were four new gashes in her leg, each progressively larger than the last. She had collapsed in a pool of her own blood, the crimson liquid covering her once silver dress and soaking in the curls of her hair. Her wand rested near her thigh, it too was wet with the life that was slowly draining out of Lyra. The only thing not tainted by the liquid were her shoes, which now appeared an eerily red against the disturbing scene.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 1:22:26 GMT -5
Julian was on Mimsy's heels, the wheels had slowly turned in his mind as he made sense of what Mimsy was trying to tell him. Lyra wasn't in danger of an outside attacker, she had all the motive and opportunity to be a danger to herself.
How stupid could Julian have been?
The sight that greeted him froze him into place along with Mimsy's desperate cry that they were too late.
He didn't move at first, he was afraid that if he went to her and he really was too late that he would die on the spot. No, he wouldn't die, death would have been a blessing, a peaceful end, instead if Lyra was dead then he would be in hell.
But he needed to move, he needed to save her even if she was past saving. He took one step then another, soon his arms were around her.
"L-Lyra...Baby come on..." he said lifting her onto his lap, he had grabbed a towel and pressed it to the cuts on her leg.
"Damn it!" he roared into the room. He was rocking her , his lips pressed against her temple, "Mimsy get help! Doctors, we need a doctor!"
His heart was pounding, tears were falling freely down his cheeks, he closed his eyes and thought back to their last moments together when he had seen the agony and anguish in her features and congratulated himself. Bile rose in his gut. He tried to think back further, but his actions when she had brought him a beautiful painting that clearly showed her feelings for him made the bile thicken, as did his actions when she tried to mend the rift between him and Mason.
"Please...please just hold on...please don't leave me...don't do this because of me. I'm not worth it...please Lyra...just come back to me. I'll do anything."
He sat there for what felt like forever promising her the world, 'I'll take you to France, we'll go to the Louvre.', 'I'll take you anywhere you want to go.', 'I'll reconcile with Mason.', 'I'll fix my problems. I'll get help and go to a therapist. I'll go anywhere...please baby...I'll do anything.'
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 1:36:20 GMT -5
Lyra's body was pliable as Julian lifted her up and held her in his arms. Her head lulled to the side as he rocked her, the tips of her long curls dragging through the pool of blood on the floor. Her breathing was so light it almost seemed as though she wasn't breathing at all. Her pulse was faint, her skin slowly losing color.
Mimsy stared in horror as Julian moved toward her mistress. Her orb-like eyes were glassy with tears and she seemed to be frozen in shock. The elf jumped as Julian roared, which shook Mimsy into action. She disappeared with a pop, rushing to the hospital to fetch a doctor.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 6, 2017 1:43:12 GMT -5
When Nik arrived with security in toe he called out for Lyra. Her door was still shut so he kicked down the door.
"Lyra!" he held his wand prepared for anything except what he found.
He couldn't understand the sight in front of him, but it shook him to his core.
"Julian...what..."
But Julian didn't answer him, he was still promising Lyra countless adventures if she would only survive.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 1:56:12 GMT -5
Mimsy returned only a moment later with a doctor, their presence signaled by the familiar pop in Lyra's bedroom. Mimsy twisted her ears as she stood near Lyra's bed, the bathroom too full for her to get nearer to her mistress. "No, no, no," she muttered repeatedly as crocodile tears streamed down her thin little face.
The doctor pushed past the security team and Nicolas, kneeling beside Julian and Lyra on the floor. "What happened here?" he asked as he pulled back the towel Julian had grabbed to try to stop the bleeding. The gashes were different lengths across Lyra's thigh, the longest was also the deepest and the one causing the most problems. Lyra had cut into femoral artery.
The doctor sealed the wounds temporarily but he didn't have the tools he needed to do anything permanent. She also needed blood. "We need to get her to the hospital. Now. Meet us there," he said looking at Julian. The doctor cast a spell to levitate Lyra's limp body and transported them both to St. Mungo's. An operation room had been prepped, awaiting her arrival.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 2:12:05 GMT -5
Julian was hesitant to let her go even to the doctor, he was terrified, but Nik was able to help the Doctor retrieve Lyra.
"She'll be alright Julian." Nik promised, not sure if she would or wouldn't be, but knowing that it was what Julian needed to hear.
"Damn it!" he raged thrusting his fist into the wall, the drywall easily punctured.
"Alright enough, everyone get out of here!" Nik said to the men who were standing watching Julian.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 6, 2017 2:21:12 GMT -5
Mimsy didn't know what to do as she paced in a short line near the foot of Lyra's bed. She was wringing her ears so furiously that they were turning red. When the doctor took Lyra to the hospital, and the men stayed behind, Mimsy knew she needed to go with her mistress even if she couldn't do anything for her. She would stay with Lyra until her friends or her family arrived at the hospital. Then she would clean up the blood.
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Post by Julian Faust on Jan 6, 2017 2:23:15 GMT -5
"She wasn't supposed to do this..." Julian said staring at his hand.
When Nik was finished escorting the men out and ordering one of them to report the incident to Sam he turned to Julian, "It's not your fault Julian. There's nothing you could have done to stop her...I just don't know what set her off..." he said genuinely perplexed.
"It was me." Julian said quietly.
"What?"
"She did this because of me...it is my fault."
"I don't understand."
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