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@capt-daniels
“Sh-sh-sh.” He hushes her with one finger pressed gently to her lips. He does not need to worry about keeping her pinned now that he has carefully restrained her to his work table. He needs his hands free to operate, after all, and although he enjoyed the feeling of her pulse racing beneath his grip, he knows it’s better to hold her down with restraints rather than his own strength.
“I know you do.” He smiles in a way that would be kind on someone else-- on Walter, perhaps. On David, however, the smile is terrible and sharp.
He presses a soft kiss to her forehead and backs away a moment later to retrieve his sketchbook.
“We are about to do magnificent things together. Magnificent. You saw my sketches of my dear Elizabeth, did you not?” If he recalls correctly, she had been looking at them when he caught her. “I’ve been hard at work since her passing. I believe that with your cooperation, we can create something entirely new. I wouldn’t want you to feel that your involvement is repetitive, after all.”
