The Abbey

[rumsztyk]

Research perilous. Oh, if she only knew. "I am no stranger to peril, or secrecy." he said. Seemingly contradicting himself after the last mistake.

Inwardly, he made it very clear. Do not jeopardize this, demon. Ibrahim started exerting his pressure.

Xuul scoffed. I AM NO FOOL.

A drop of sweat trickled down his forhead. He swept it off, the small inconvenience.

He accepts Florence's terms, adding afterwards: "You will find me without trouble, I hope. If not in the archives, then meditating in this building. Or resting in the Tavern."

Wordlessly, he turned to the door, but did not walk forward. Instead, his elbow moved to the side, creating empty space between the arm and body. He cast a sideways glance at Florence, filled with silent expectation.

[Outisakanobody]

The next day Grace beganto awake, groggy and a little sore as she had not slept in the most comfortable position. Still mostly asleep, she stayed clinging to Duvall because he was warm and, somewhere deep down, it made her feel safe to have someone so close.

[relentless]

A ray of warm light passed through the abbeys window, where dead skin cells fluttered about like beautiful bits of pollen, lit up by e light and floating memorisingly. The room itself was mildly warm, and Duval, the lazy bugger, was still asleep.

He slept soundly, not a sound permitted from him whatsoever as he was held. A whistle of air passed through his nostrils daily, indicating he was asleep. Unconsciously, he rocked about in his bed, wrapping Grace closer to himself as if he were a child holding onto a teddy bear with loving care and nuzzling against the top of her head with a slight snore. He was warm, definitely, even the overcoat itself was quite comfortable.

"Mmgh.. whe-.. where's the gunpowda-mh..."
Duval murmured sleepily as he drifted on in a dream, which seemed to revolve around action from the topic of his sentence no doubt.

[Outisakanobody]

"Shushup." Grace says, digging her face into a more comfortable position on Duvall's chest, nestled into his coat and breathing in his manly scent.

[relentless]

"..Mgh.. was..nt part of... Mmeh.."
Duval blundered further as he furrowed his brow a little as his dreams shifted, though his warm embrace around Grace did not cease apparently.He hummed, his right hand moving up to wrap itself around her upper back with his hand placed gently on her shoulder, whilst he yawned quietly upon entop of her head and rested against it like a warm pillow, the light warming his face and hers.

He shifted a little as she moved about, but yet he didn't wake.

[black379]

[Courcy escaped the abbey, and without immediate direction, scurried to the sanitarium to hook up with Fenrik]

[Vanitypirate]

Florence clasped her hands together and nodded emphatically; she was ecstatic.

"Excellent. Excellent..." She wrung the two gloved hands together, slowly, in her excitement. She eased into her desk chair, shifting her drying notes to one side.

"Be well, Ibrahim." The Crowgazer wished him, staring blankly as he seemed to exit, although with his elbow oddly bent-- its reason she could not determine.

"Do not injure your elbow." Were her final, parting words as she bent at the hip, seated comfortably in her chair, to pick up the half-empty bowl of chowder off the ground.

[Outisakanobody]

Grace started to grumble and shift more, slowly waking up and starting to sit up. She blearily looked around, but paused to smile slightly at Duvall.

[rumsztyk]

Sighing, he swiftly exit the room. "Goodbye, Doctor Florence." was thrown carelessly over his shoulder.

Bodily needs guided his path now, gnawing hunger leading him towards the Tavern. All the way up to there, a fierce argument was held, the occultist yet again reminding Xuul of the nature of their bargain and the importance of secrecy. One would have thought ten years were enough.

[relentless]

The major adjustment of her position caused his arms to slink down unconsciously from her form, the one pressed against her upper back slipped down her shoulder whilst the other went down her hip. Both of them, almost simultaneously fell onto the bed, causing a jolt of pressure to go rough the fabric which roused Duval from his sleep violently.

He snorted loudly and shook his head, his eyes still closed as he picked his head up a little. He tried to sit up, but there was a comforting mass keeping him pressed down. He slowly opened his let eye, the twinkle of emerald twinkled in the sunlight.

".. Eh... Oh right... eeerm... sleep well?"
Duval asked in a confused manner as he tried to recall why he was in her bed.

[Outisakanobody]

Grace got rid of her smile as Duvall woke up. She quickly got out of bed and began straightening her robes. "You should probably leave...Nick." She says without looking at the man.

[relentless]

"Huh?"
Duval hummed as he sat up, rubbing his eyes as sleep fatigue began to wear off. His body felt odd... quite odd, really. No sex, and yet he had slept with a woman? Perhaps they did. Perhaps Duval didnt remember it after having too much to drink. But he couldn't place it, it was quite weird of an experience really.

"Expecting.. someone?"
Duval inquired sleepily as he dragged his hands down his face, glancing at Grace before rubbing his eyes.

[Outisakanobody]

"You have no business in my private quarters. If you wish to speak with me we can do it in a public setting later." Grace says as she starts looking fora change of cloths.

[Shinzon]

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[relentless]

"Jeez... right, right... I'm gone."
Duval sighed as he took his shoe, slipping it on and sitting up from his bed. He gave Grace one last look over, before he waved her goodbye silently before pulling the door open, and closing it.

Duval leaned against the solid base of the door, somewhat bewildered, somewhat frightened. The changes, and alterations last night of Duvals usually behaviour made him feel odd.

"Well.."
Duval sighed, as he leaned off the door, and stepped away from the door, kneeling down to the floor and beginning to tighten his boot straps.