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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:16 am
The door banged once. Twice. It swung open violently, and a giant tyrannosaurus rex started galloping inside of the room. It roared as its mighty head swung back, and then ran headfirst for the kitchen, where it fell to its side as the giant man that had ridden it in tripped on himself and crashed to the ground.  Not the epic entrance Robert was hoping for. He crawled out from underneath the giant, nine foot plush dragon Eva had gifted him for Christmas, and lumbered back over to the door, holding it open in wait for his wife to enter. Whenever she made it, he would bow ridiculously and flail his hand outward toward the room. "Your suite, madam." And it wasn't too shabby, either. Robert had been looking forward to this particular part of the promotion from the moment he'd received notice that he was given a room on the second floor. It was big, and empty, and a little fancy, and it had its own bathroom, which was ******** sweet. He wanted to go use it right now in strange and inappropriate ways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:09 pm
The door banged once. Twice. It swung open violently, and as the giant tyrannosaurus rex started galloping into the room, a smaller, far more human form stood patiently just outside the threshold, the door slowly arcing back to close in front of her with a gentle click.
Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly for those who knew her, Petra seemed not at all perturbed by the unusual, energetic entrance, nor by the fact that the door had closed in her face. If she was surprised, she certainly didn't show it. It was obvious that she wasn't annoyed... in fact, she almost seemed to have expected it. Perhaps that's why she hadn't bothered trying to step into the apartment after Robert; she knew when to sidestep a potential 'disaster.' Besides, she wanted to give him his moment -- he had earned this, had worked hard for this. He deserved to conquer his suite in the name of Robertsaurus Rex. Standing silently on the doormat, she kept her eyes focused on the door for a moment, waiting for it to reopen, whenever Robert decided to retrieve her. When a few moments passed, she tilted her head to the side, midnight blue eyes shifting with mild interest to the door frame, looking it up and down before settling her gaze further down the hall, the slightest hint of intrigue marring her usual impassive look as she eyed the other doors.
Considering her husband had been carrying a giant dragon plush all the way up to their new second-floor suite, the walk had most certainly been an interesting one. However, considering who she was married to, something as trivial as that hardly even registered to Petra. She had no idea whether or not any of the other hunters on the floor had seen them, (she certainly hadn't been watching to see if any had,) but whether or not they did, it was obvious that she couldn't care less. While Robert had tromped around acting like a dinosaur, the pale-haired Death trainee had merely followed with the same inexpressive, calm demeanor she always expressed, the corners of her mouth perhaps occasionally curling upward in a pseudo-smile, as if nothing in the world could be more normal than a giant stuffed mouth roaring in her face and engulfing her skull.
The door clicked open again, swinging back in another gentle arc, and Petra returned her eyes to the door to see Robert holding it open for her, following him with her eyes as he bowed dramatically. Allowing her expression to soften a little into another almost-indistinguishable smile, she answered by stepping past him into the room, moving just far enough inside to allow him to close the door, gaze sweeping over their new home. It was nothing short of perfect. Tall ceilings that made the room seem larger, almost overwhelmingly so without the touch of furniture to beckon invitingly to its occupants. Chamfered corners and a sudden sloped ceiling near the back of the living room by the windows created sharp, angular look, creating a dignified elegance. Long, broad walls swept in a subtle, simple architecture which somehow took both of their personalities and melded them into harmony. It was as if it had been made for them, specifically, so that none could argue that it was their home.
Home... when had Deus become home? Had it really been two years? And somehow, in that time, Robert had blossomed into his role as a Life Hunter.
Turning slowly to face her husband, Petra took the few steps towards him, lifting herself onto her toes to curl her arms around his neck, craning to kiss him gently on the mouth.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:31 pm
Robert, in comparison, actually looked a little annoyed at his surroundings. He didn't like open spaces, and he was going to fix that as soon as possible. For now, it was time to use his ~IMAGINATION~.
His hands lifted, and he started to imagine furniture everywere. Giant, ridiculous couch there. Flat screen TV on the wall. ******** yes, that looked nice. Maybe a side couch there, just big enough to pin Petra down on or flip her over and-
He felt Petra's arms around his neck and dropped his hands, his industrial size imagination fading away to look instead at the pretty face leaning up at him, coming closer, and pressing those soft, tempting lips against his mouth. They spurned him into action immediately, sliding his hands around her waist and picking her up to hold her against him. He loved the feel of Petra in his arms. He loved how easy she fell against his body, every curve matching the planes of his. He could feel every inch of her through her clothing, because he'd memorized the feel of her long ago. His bright little sunshine, warming his skin with her presence.
When he pulled away, he blinked dazed eyes and grinned that broad, goofy grin.
"What was that for, baby? Thankin' me for swagging up our living conditions? 'Cause I can think of like, five solid ways of thanking me that involve this new place."
Classy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:18 pm
She almost regretted interrupting his reverie. There was something about the way he was staring at the room that made it feel wrong to interrupt him, like she was interrupting something precious. When he went quiet, and his eyes focused on a point she couldn't see, she wanted to stop and stay quiet too, as if just by standing close to him, his world would become open to her as well. It never did. She didn't have the same sort of imagination Robert did; he could describe in vivid detail an event that never happened, paint their future down to the musty smell of an old fireplace they would snuggle in front of on cold winter nights, or the feel of their sheets against their skin in the morning. And the way his face lit up, animated expressions playing so tellingly across his face in that way that was just so him, she always knew she was missing something wonderful.
This time, the guilt of disturbing him was alleviated by the way his expression softened, the way it often did when he turned his attention to her. And as always, it made her feel warm inside in a way that only he could make her feel. No one else could come close... especially recently, her social contacts had dwindled, until even her friendship with Jerry had faded, paled into the same grey she saw the rest of the world. But for him? For him, and only him, the world was just a little brighter again, and she could relax for just a little while and truly be herself. As his eyes became focused, and he looked down at her like she was the only girl in the world, she felt the cold, bitter exterior she had displayed begin to wash away, her muscles unknotting with every second the kiss lingered, until the pale-haired robot had suddenly, with true love's kiss to break the spell, melted away into the simply quiet, caring, happy one only he could boast remembering. She rewarded this with another little smile, staying on her tiptoes to lean subtly into his hands, genuinely enjoying the sensation of his skin against hers as his fingertips tucked just under her shirt at her hips. The death trainee was ready for the lift, her hands already having slid to his shoulders to support herself as he hoisted her into his arms.
Not that she had needed to -- the tank of a man could lift her effortlessly with one arm. But she always wanted him to know she didn't have to shoulder the burden alone.
Running her fingers through his hair, Petra lifted an eyebrow delicately at his suggestive little tease, somehow managing to do a remarkable job of looking skeptical. What could she say, she'd had plenty of practice. "Only five?" she teased, her tone completely at odds with her expression, sweet and playful in a way most wouldn't have thought possible for her. He just somehow did that to her. Still, after a few moments her mock-skepticism faded away, leaving only the pensive look in her midnight-blue eyes as she met her husband's gaze, fingers running gently through his hair.
"What were you thinking about?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:20 pm
The way she melted into the goddess he'd so helplessly fallen in love with when he held her in his arms was addictive. Her body responded to him. He loved that.
"I was thinkin' bout what I wanna do with the place. Like, furniture and s**t. Been savin' up for so long, I could probably swag this place out if I really wanted to." He bent his head down and rested his forehead against hers. "Is that what you want?" The question came a little quieter, a little more reserved. "I just wanna give you what you deserve. But like. Those houses over there, you know.."
He'd already been given information on how to acquire one. He was fully prepared to clear one out, if it was what Petra wanted. But he didn't know if it was really what he wanted. He was so used to living at the complex. Perhaps it was the dorm-style living that had gotten to him. It was like college dorms all the time.. but sooner or later, everyone had to grow up.
"Do you want me to work on gettin' us a house?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 8:13 pm
That endearing look in her eyes never wavered. Brushing her fingertips through his hair, just enjoying the soft, fluffy texture against her skin, Petra allowed her head to c**k to the side a little as she listened with quiet interest as he painted the rest of their lives before her. It was, without a doubt, her favorite past time; more than working out or sparring, the endless research of their enemies or covert missions, she loved to sit at home, on the mountain of sheets and comforter which made up their bed, with Robert's head in her lap as he described in vivid detail his plans for the future. The corners of her lips just barely turned upward, her smile never wavered, although her eyes slid gently closed as he touched their foreheads together. She could feel the softness of his breath fanning against her skin, warm and smelling faintly of coffee and sweet maple syrup, and she smiled a little further.
That was, until that simple, five-word sentence passed his lips.
'Is that what you want?'
The smile faded slowly as Petra's expression became laced with regret. Of course he would ask her if that was what she wanted. Robert had always put her happiness first. He'd scowled and scared off every a*****e who'd had the misfortune of hitting on her, had plucked her off the ground to step over any mud puddle, had bought her flowers for no reason what so ever. He'd also given up his dream for her; so that they could be together, he'd given up his one shot to go to Julliard, and his chance to ever be a dancer. Instead of Broadway, he'd taken a job in construction, miles away from his passion, all so that he could be with her. She'd found out when a letter had been rerouted to their new city address, curious as to why he hadn't shown up for orientation. Since then it had haunted her, both that he had given up so much, and that she was, in her heart of hearts, happy he had.
"What do you want, Robert?" she asked softly, echoing the quiet reservation in his voice, like everything might break if they spoke in a normal tone.
Averting her eyes, she pressed her hands gently to his chest, setting her feet back on the ground and untangling herself from his embrace. Even with so much practice in stoicism, the pain in her expression was apparent. She couldn't hide anything from him. She didn't try -- she never wanted to. Most girls would have killed for a man who cared so much for whether she was happy, someone who bent over backwards to give her everything he thought she deserved. It broke her heart. Instead, Petra went to the window, looking out on Dues' landscape. It was undeniably picturesque, surrounded by the lush, green rainforests, coated heavily in a layer of mist, but there was something somber about it, the flash of weapons on the training field, the blue runes ringing the buildings. She took it back -- this would never be home.
"Bobby?" she asked quietly, not looking away from the glass, "Are you happy?"
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