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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 871503" data-attributes="member: 9942">Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The StudyWednesday 11th December, 2002Nathan's gaze captured hers, and his eyes were caught suppended in an instant of remorse which seemed to last for an eternity, shrouded globes of brown, dark as teak. He leaned in close to her, head bowing before returning to attend to every detail of her face. His hand passsed near her hair, and she could smell him; a hint of woodsmoke, old paper and ancient leather clung to the man. It was not hard to imagine him enshrined in this room, which echoed him at every turn, for years at a time."No, Caitlyn, I am sorry. My selfish desires have brought you to this, and I want nothing more than to abate your pain, yet I fear the consequences of my aid. I wish I were a better man that I may resist temptation in this matter, but I am a base, self-serving creature."His hand was upon her cheek now, even as his soft-rough voice insinuated itself into the tapestry of music she heard, accentuating his words. A quaver to his voice hinted at bitter tears welling up within, and guided her attention to his eyes."Forget, Cate. Forget about the fear, forget the pain it caused you, but remember only what was said without hostility, without regret."His voice carried her away, spinning the music apart, dissecting the dissonant notes and weaving their themes back into a harmonious accord. 'Vychtorya' held no fear for her; it never had. And though the memory of her speech remained, the singer could recall it well, it took the guise of a polite request. The Beast was gone as if it had never existed. She swam in the lyrical flow a while longer, drifting through uncertain rhythms as she re-discovered the songs of memory after that point like she was hearing them for the first time."Forgive my intrusion, please, even if you never know of it..."Cate returned to her senses, Nathaniel had withdrawn his hand from her face, and held hers again in perfect synchronicity with his earlier poise. It was as if time itself had stood still, though Carrick and Sabrina were out of sight and sound. A smile danced on the older man's lips, but his eyes betrayed sorrow."Will you accompany me?" he said.(OOC - Nathaniel Forgetful Mind diff6 - 10,6,8,9,8,8,7 = 7 successes) </blockquote>

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