|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 6:10:50 GMT
She was laying on her stomach atop the mattress, flipping through the glossy magazine pages with the minimum amount of interest she could afford to spare to pointless tabloids. The non-existent illness she used to get William over this time was forgotten before he even got here.
I don't feel well, doctor. I think it might be something serious.
Gossip. Gossip. Astrology. Gossip... Then there was a full-page photo, taken from a very awkward angle, of a woman and man walking alongside each other. It was blurred and horrendously pixelated, just barely extinguishable. Cassiopeia pulled a face at the caption in bold.
"What the hell made those morons think I would bang-“ she gestured her finger all over the other figure in the photo, disgruntled, "-that?" But quality aside, the paparazzi did manage to get her good side, once again, or she just simply didn't have a bad side. Cassiopeia chose to believe the latter.
"Thoughts, Doctor?" The heiress spoke up, holding the magazine up for the man to see, more or less fishing for a compliment. @will |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 19:16:21 GMT
@cassiopeia
He only ever allowed himself to be called out by Miss Malloy when the boredom simply shot straight to his head with no time to rest. Although Miss Malloy paid a great deal, and if she'd call him to waste his time, which was every time, he could charge more than sixty per cent more than last time.
Home visits included permission to relax, rock himself to sleep on her marvelous tiling on her floors. Making money from idiots has always been a profitable business since, well, the invention of trade.
He'd play with her because it wasn't as if William had never met women like her before. He'd even wear the glasses he only wore when reading, dressed a lot smarter than usual, and wore the gloves he helped himself to after a customer left them.
They were very nice.
He was brushing his hands through her hair, calmly, wondering how on earth it got to such a wonderful silver.
"You could bang the door and the door couldn't knock you back, Miss Malloy," He smiled, tone a lot more patient and controlled than normal. "Then again, those kinds of humans, who can't even appreciate good oolong tea won't ever be uh, 'bang-able'."
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 6:15:18 GMT
She tossed the magazine and listened as the pages slid across the floor. "You're right. Maybe." Her reply came out in a strange murmur into the duvet, somewhere between a purr and a shameless moan. "It's not like I actually care... at all..." The light strokes through her hair made Cassiopeia feel like a pampered kitten, melting into his hand.
After nuzzling into the bed a bit more she finally rolled onto her back. They'd never done much except talking in these so-called session, initiated by nothing more than sheer boredom on both ends.
He was a real doctor, but she could hardly be considered a patient. Not even a mental patient, honestly, though it wouldn't be surprising if William had some sort of fancy psychology degree. It wasn't like she was crazy or anything.
"Ordinary people are so stupid." She whined, after a bit of blank staring at the ceiling, like the spoiled child she was and pretended to be. @will idk what is happening she's prolly high |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 19:49:26 GMT
@cassiopeia
He was sat next to her, legs crossed as if he was planning to meditate. Before she turned, he held strands of her hair to the artificial light, as if he was back in the labs of University once again. Evidently, he let the strands drop when she laid on her back again.
Her responses were mostly sieved out. There was always something William could fixate on instead of the scene before him. His posture was perfect, and it didn't ache him or pain him to be sitting in such a position in such an extended amount of time.
"Agenda today, Miss Malloy? Or should I entertain you by asking you how your day's been?" William yawned, lying down himself to attempt to pick up the magazine she threw on the floor, without breaking his crossed legs. Somehow, he managed it, and began flicking through himself.
"I recommend ginger and lemon tea, Miss Malloy." He spoke absentmindedly.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 5:21:21 GMT
"Please, don't strain yourself." She peered up at William, rolling her eyes, just a little upset that the petting stopped.
He wasn't putting much effort into being entertaining so Cassiopeia decided that she would just have to entertain herself. A quiet waltz started playing with the push of a button. There was the option of pushing him into a situation she'd find amusing. Then again, she didn't want this to be the last she saw of him. The doctor made great company.
But the silence and quiet shuffling of paper against paper was giving her too much peace of mind. She had to move on before reality catches up.
The music got progressively louder as she slid off the bed with a few graceless wiggles. Cassiopeia whirled to the door first, sticking her head out to order her tea, ginger and lemon just as the doctor prescribed since she was playing patient at the moment, and ever so good at it.
Dancing her way around the furnitures without looking was simple, knowing the room like the back of her hand despite the routine renovations. "Did you bring your dancing shoes, Doctor?" Her head tilted amidst a full twirl and she asked in a sickly cheery tone, "We can't just sit there like bags of potato till the tea comes."
@will |
|
|
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 12:27:36 GMT
"Nope, sorry love, left them in England." He watched the woman waltz around the place like a posessed ghost. He didn't even bother pretending to be interested; if he wasn't, he wasn't. Qui sera, sera.
The doctor did, however, end up throwing the magazine down with an odd kind of magesty. He stood up on the bed, walked across it until he could walk onto the floor.
"However for Miss Malloy, I can improv. Ballroom, anyone?" He offered a hand, and looked at her lazily.
@cassiopeia
|
|
