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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 7:32 am
 With silent footfalls, the Fey vampyre searched for the dance studio he remembered mention of. Ladon’s dark gold eyes scanned over the horizon, following a scent only he could smell. Giving a soft huff of a growl, the electric sizzle of his magic sparking around and off of him as he slowly, carefully expelled the extra energy he had, he took a deep breath. He’d seen her in his dreams, always just out of reach or dancing away from sight as soon as he realized it was her. He didn’t understand why she kept tormenting him, invading his mind while he slept--or even while he was awake--but he intended to find out. Which was why he was closing in on the building that smelled of roses and the heady scent of spices. Letting his eyes flutter closed, he took a deep breath, expelling all excess magic that ripped through him into the ground beneath his paws. As he walked, small shrubs and bushes popped up in his wake, their growth accelerated by the amount of magic he was giving off.
Upon coming to the door, he paused, lifting a paw to knock gently. He certainly hoped she’d be here. He just had to talk to her; he didn’t know why or what he’d say, all he knew was there was a driving need to see her. To make sure she was okay and nothing was wrong. Flicking his tail behind him, he waited patiently for someone to come to the door.
As he waited, his mind ran amok. What if she refused to even speak to him? What if she turned him away? Better yet… what if she wasn’t here? Shaking his head, he focused on the scent he knew was hers. It was heady and strong, almost overpowering in this place, which was good. It meant that if he would find her anywhere, it would be here. Still, though… he wondered if she’d even remember him kindly. It was true that he had given her no reason to think ill of him, but the way she seemed to think of males was slightly unnerving and seemed to play a very large part in how she reacted to him, too. Odd, considering he wasn’t a normal male and had explained this to her. Giving a soft sigh, he concluded that perhaps it was just as his Mela said, females are simply complicated and will do or say things as they please.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 9:58 am
 Panting softly after having just finished a long string of exercises, not even realizing how long she had been working, the pleasantly exhausted and aching dancer leaned back against the wall and slid down it to rest her rump on the chilled studio floor. The sounds of her upbeat workout music, that she'd feel more than completely and utterly embarrassed if anyone else were to hear it, was still blaring from the stereo across the room, the steady vibrations from the beats showing as the mirrors echoed them. With the rise and fall of her chest slowing, a contented and tired purr rumbled quietly from her as her dark chocolate brown eyes closed and her head rested back against the wall, crushing what was left of the curl in her pulled back and up hair. This was the best feeling in the world to her and as soon as she got her second wind her mind was set on practicing a new routine.
With the sounds of her music fading, the unusual sound of rapping on the door just barely reached her ears. They flickered up and forward, eyes popping open almost in start. Nobody ever came to the studio at this time... was she just imagining the sound?
Feeling slightly unnerved, but curious all the same, she pushed herself up slowly and made her way to the stairs. Each footfall on each step was soft and quick, landing her at the bottom of the stairs in a few moments. Nervously, cautiously, the timid creature stepped up to the door, leaning against it as her fingers played over the doorknob. She debated with herself a good few moments before turning it and letting the door creak open just the smallest bit to allow herself to peer outside. "Hello?" her soft spoken voice squeaked out. It took her just a moment before realizing who it was. "L.. Ladon?" Out of pure shock and surprise at the visitor, the door quickly slammed in his face. Though only a split second after did she pull the door back open, eyes so very apologetic. "Lo... lo siento." Ears laying back against her matted curls, eyes downcast, feeling ashamed for her accidental rudeness. Slowly she let her eyes look back up to his face, devastated. Stepping back slowly, she opened the door to him, nervous and scared about welcoming someone into her safe place, but she knew he was someone safe. "Please... won't you come in?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:00 pm
The up beat sounds of the music resonating from the upper floor reached his overly sensitive ears after a moment, and he smiled. Idly, he wondered if she could even hear him through the pulse pounding beats he could even feel. Lifting his paw to try and knock again, louder this time, he faltered as he heard quiet footfalls on the other side of the door. His lips twitched up at the corners, the ghost of a smile curling his mouth. His ears perks, his tail flicking behind him with a sense of anticipation he'd never felt before. The moments between her setting foot in the landing and opening the door seemed to go on forever. It was like she was deliberately making him wait. Taunting him. Teasing him.
Though, to be honest, Ladon never expected her to open the door only to slam it back in his face. For that moment, he stood there, his mouth hanging open as he was about to greet her, dumbfounded. Closing his mouth as she opened the door again, he shook his head. "Do not apologize, kem'falla, I know I probably startled you, since it is late." As her eyes fell from him, his drifted over her, taking in the mussed, out of breath demeanor about her. He wanted to reach out to her, to brush his fingers over her cheek as a way of reassuring her like he did his sister. Thinking better of touching her in such a way, at least for the moment, he nodded as she stepped back for him. "Beylah vo, Hemanya."
Slowly, he stepped through the door, making sure to keep just enough distance between the two of them so that they didn't touch. Mostly because he didn't think he could handle laying his hands on her. Or any other part of him for that matter. Toying with the tumult of words struggling to form coherent sentences in his mind, he turned to her. "Sieks'ta... as I said before, I know it is late, but... I had to come to you. I have been worried for you, fellana." His words were true, poor stringed together and full of missing chunks of information, but still as honest as he could possibly be.
As he stood before her, something dawned on him. This place of hers was completely unguarded. At least by his standards. Giving a soft murr, he lifted his paws, his eyes glowing as he summoned his magic, weaving the most complex security and privacy weaves he knew. With a smile, he settled them into place, turning his eyes back to her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 12:33 pm
Nothing but a sense of overwhelming guilt washed over the little dancer as he did his best not to look hurt or surprised to spare her feelings.
His words helped just a little, but she still couldn't help but feel completely terrible for doing such a thing. Her shy eyes went back and forth between looking down at the floor and cautiously peering up at him. The soft panting of her trying to catch her breath slowed then stopped as she almost held it as he stepped into the studio.
Once again, the words he spoke were calm, soothing, but also with some she couldn't quite understand... as she was sure she puzzled him a bit as well. The short distance between them was slightly uncomfortable for her, if only because she feared that she might offend his nose with the scent of sweat from her workout. A grimace taking its place on her face as the little lady slowly closed the door.
As he stumbled over his words, a smile smile couldn't help but form at the corners of her mouth. They both seemed slightly tongue-tied around each other.. just a little. "E...está bien, Ladon." she started, not meaning to have said something while he was talking, though suddenly stopping with the word 'worried' bouncing in her head. 'Worried'? Why had he been worried? It was a true puzzlement. They had met but a couple times before and he knew almost nothing of her, plus she mostly kept away from situations that would even cause one to worry. Mostly though, she was shocked that someone would worry for her.
While the thoughts of hers were bobbling back and forth in her mind, she hadn't noticed his weaving of a spell once again, though it was for the best. "I.. ummm.." Those dark brown eyes of hers fell to the floor once again as her words refused to come easily. "Why would you worry about me?" Oh how that sounded so rude in her mind, but the words were spoken and she couldn't take them back, so a paw lifted to toy nervously with her matted curls.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 5:14 pm
With his ears pinned back against his head, mostly from the dismay that he'd caused her some sort of grief or guilt, he almost took a step closer to her. Almost. Instead, he watched her as she peered at him, still presumably uncertain about his intentions. He knew she was still "on the fence" about him, though that was probably stemmed from their only having met a few times, but he really was only trying to....
Well, what exactly was he trying to do? He wasn't up to anything sinister or otherwise inappropriate. A man like him couldn't even brush a girl's hand without blushing and sputtering out an apology. Apart from his sister and other female family members, he'd never even touched one! If he had to sum it up, he supposed what he was doing was keeping an eye on her. After all, she'd said she was usually alone, and who knew what kind of freaks lurked out there! A lone fellana should always have a companion, if only for someone to talk to. What with most women needing to babble about something or other. Or was that just the women in his family?
Looking to her with an apologetic half smile as he accidentally interrupted her, he completely missed her grimace. He honestly didn't understand the words she spoke, apart from his name. Instead, he stayed dumbfoundedly silent until she spoke again.
Her straight forward question pulled a soft laugh from him, and he gave a nonchalant shrug. "Because I..." He paused, his brows furrowing for a moment. Why had he been so worried for her? Other than the obvious there-are-freaks-out-there argument. Without really focusing on anything in particular, his eyes followed the movement of her paw into her curls, watching as her fingers disappeared into the work-out tangled mess that had probably been perfectly pristine before she'd started. Perhaps his concern from her simply stemmed from his Feyan need to protect any woman he crossed paths with. As her eyes danced across the floor, carefully avoiding his gaze, he knew that that was a lie, and therefore could not pass his lips. "I do not know what had me so worried, kem'falla, but I was."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:26 am
There was certainly a back and forth between the two or guilt and feeling bad in their awkward state around each other. It seemed to be a dance between them, and certainly one she wasn't so comfortable or familiar with as she spent most of her time alone
He seemed so quiet as he stood there, thinking. She shifted on her feet, wondering what he was thinking about, what she should do now as she wasn't use to company, random little things like that. Giving a small laugh as they seemed to.. step on each others' toes a bit with speaking, she began to smile slightly as he did.
Even as she was slowly becoming more comfortable with him there, she continued her fidgeting. The hair was becoming tangled around her fingers, pulling a soft yelp from her as she accidentally tugged it. With a little groan her fingers wriggled free of the knotted hair and a soft sigh slid past her lips, feeling quite foolish for that little display. As he began to speak, her dark eyes slowly raised to look up at him. They caught his watching her fidgeting and that only made her cheeks darken in a blush.
With his new words spoken, the little dancer wasn't sure how to react, but in a way, she almost felt a relief. She wasn't use to someone actually just... worrying about her. With her paws dropping down in front of her, fingers weaving together. Shyly, her eyes peered back up to his again, unsure of how he might react or think of her for this, but somehow she felt the want to ask. "Perdón... but.. would you like to... come upstairs and keep me company?" Were they able to, right then her fingers would have been knotted up with each other as she continued her nervous fidgeting. She'd never had anyone around her in the studio, except her family on rare occasion and a teacher or two.
.... Still, there was an almost want to ask him to dance with her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:04 am
It was true, Ladon had horrible conversing skills when it came to females outside of his family, he would never deny that. But this? This took the cake. He was tongue tied and lost for words with Hemanya. Why? He had no idea. All he knew was that, around her, he forgot more than seventy-five percent of his vocabulary and his mouth went dry.
Clearing his throat, mostly to alleviate some of the dryness, he lowered his dark golden eyes. It only lasted a moment, though. As she yelped, his eyes snapped back up to her, glowing as his magic rose to his call, his body stiffening in expectation of a fight. Maybe from an intruder. Immediately, he felt silly for his reaction, because upon further inspection, he found nothing and no one but them. The cause of her yelp? His eyes followed the curve of her hand as it slipped from her entangled hair. A soft smile spread over his lips and without a single thought, he took a step forward. He was moving without even realizing it; his fingers lifting, brushing back her knot of curls with such a profound gentleness that one would think he was handling crystal.
He found himself entrapped as he stood so close to her. Her scent surrounded him, soaking into him. Of course, he had no qualms about that, but he was sure he had to make her nervous--er, more nervous than she already was. Still, he felt... at peace in a strange sort of way. And when she spoke, her small voice cautious and hesitant, he gave a soft nod. It had to have taken courage to ask that of him; just as it had taken courage for him to bring himself here, and he was not about to turn tail and run when he was exactly where he wanted to be.
"Aiyah, I would.. love that, kem'falla."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:58 am
As they stumbled about each other with their failing to be able to speak easily, Hemanya found herself giggling quietly. It was almost fun as much as it was funny... when she was able to look past the awkward, hard time she was having.
The way he reacted to her soft yelp as she got her fingers tangled in her hair, had her eyes open, wide as they looked to him in awe as he tried to her rescue --but a few moments after the fact. The swift, yet sure and ever gentle way his fingers brushed her matted curls back made her cheeks flush even more so, quite terribly. It was so unexpected and sent her heart a flutter as well. It was puzzling for sure, but at the same time it brought a soft smile to her lips.
While she stood there fidgeting as her words left her mouth, she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind right then. He had been worried about her, though why he had been was beyond her. They had only met a few times before and they were just as awkward as this meeting started, and yet...
The moment he said he would, her heart fluttered with joy and her eyes nearly smiled up to him, lips following. Nodding, dropping her head shyly, she peered back up to him and motioned him to follow. In an almost rush of excitement, she was just about springing up the stairs, light on her feet, and somehow as she reached the top, she spun about and looked down to him, giddy as anything as she waited for him for a moment before slipping on into the room.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 2:18 pm
The way she turned and bounded away from him would have possibly hurt his feelings if he hadn't been completely dazed by the radiant--albeit shy--smile she'd given him. Now, Ladon was practical... he had to be with the Wilding Rage inside of him being so close to the surface. But that smile of hers and how she seemed as if she just couldn't wait, even if it did only last a moment, had him turning into a wistful, hope filled little boy again.
After she disappeared into the room at the top of the stairs, he remembered that in order to get up there, he'd have to move. Shaking his head at himself, he started up the stairs. He was being ridiculous. Wistfulness and hope could get him--and possibly a lot of other people--killed. Those things only lead to disappointment and his control over his Wilding Rage was precarious at best. Disappointment at this stage would likely cause a massacre.
Lowering his ears slightly, he gave the smallest sigh. He wasn't like his brother. He probably wouldn't get the chance at a truemate. He had to accept that. But as he rounded the corner, his dark eyes falling on Hemanya once again, he felt that little spark of hope grow in his heart again.
She made him believe he was worthy. That something so wonderful could happen to him. And he knew that if it did, the Wilding Rage would subside. Or go away completely. That only made him long for it more. And the one he wished to be his shei'tani was standing right before him. He knew they hadn't known each other long, but a Fey was sometimes said to know his mate when he set eyes on her. Sometimes it took longer. And that gave him hope, too.
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