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Deasha cooed at his touch, her body seeming to show how tired she was. She smiled softly when he spoke. "I...I love you Auror..." she said gently. She seemed to press her body against his hands, into the massage, moaning slightly at the different pressure points he was hitting.
Banshea smiled and leaned up to return his kiss. "Better than I have in a little while, love." she spoke gently, her warm breath caressing his lips, while hers still danced there lightly. She cooed and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying being in his embrace again.
Alexxia tossed and turned, her dreams replaying the fight she had seen, and her poor friend, if she could call him that, screaming in pain against that being that she watched die. She suddenly dreamt of an attempt on her life, as if watching that being fall through that door cause her to shift into him, falling into another buried memory. She was tied to stakes, her clothing resembling that of the pioneers, a linen underdress that tied beneath her chin. It was tattered and torn, and very dirty, scrapes on her body from having been dragged. She began to choke, the smell of smoke and sulfur overwhelming. People began to turn their backs as she began to burn, screaming in pain at the heat on her back, more than anywhere else, suddenly going numb as her nerves were burning up as well. As the people she had called friends turned their backs she shifted into a bird, flying out of the fire, still crying out in pain as she flapped her wings. She woke up, her scream reverberating around her. She felt her back and found what remained of those burn scars, and realized there was no heat now, except for the comfortable one from the bedding. She settled back down into bed and fell back asleep, still exhausted from not sleeping for days.
Celiana looked to Zane, her eyes going a bit more dull, the color almost draining out slowly, as she still sucked at her wrist. She looked exhausted but was unable to sleep, and besides, Xander was in the bed now. She nodded, still unable to speak, staying curled up in her chair, and not making any motion to move. She sighed and suddenly felt pain in her chest, her broken rib beginning to make itself known. The way she was sitting was just so, and even Zane couldn't see the blood stain on her corset. She whimpered and laid her head back, trying to control her breath so as not to aggravate the pain. Her eyes slid closed, and it appeared that she was already slipping into sleep.
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