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Moping had been a shared exercise, though neither knew it. But this was an old dance for the marid, one that was getting most tiresome. How many times now had her beloved disappeared. How many more times would she have to endure after this one. Her heart hurt, but it wasn't the acute, crippling pain it had been before. Now it was duller, a throb that resonated out from her core and filled the ghoul with resentment. It had been quick, she'd still not quite gotten over that last heartache.

Marosa's absence had been a little harder to swallow. It had come as a surprise. If anything, the djinn had excepted the gancanagh to lean more heavily on her without their mutual boil in the picture. She had been wrong.

So she had gone about her business, and she had pretended nothing was wrong, though she did not speak of the nergal, nor the faerie. The subject was avoided whenever possible, or deflected if ever it had come up.

She didn't want to talk about it.
She didn't want to think about it.

That wasn't going to be an option any longer.

There was a knock, and the ghoul sat up from where she'd been laying at the foot of her bed. "Who might that be?" She hummed quietly to the pale serpent that coiled about her fingers. White body in bold contrast with tanned skin. Gently she unwound the pet from her hand and lay it on her bed, then slipped through into the main portion of her dorm to answer the door. She was smiling when she opened it, but it slipped as she saw who had come calling.

"Marosa?" There was a coolness to her voice that suggested she was upset with him, but she didn't close the door in his face. Instead she took him in, the flowers in his hand, and stepped aside so he could enter. Leaning her shoulder against the wall, arms crossed.

The apology was met with a mute stare as she waited for him to continue on, to give her a little more to work with, and he didn't disappoint. She watched him keenly as he pointed out what she deserved, and yes, she was tempted to snap at him, to remind him that it wasn't just her that deserved better then what she got, but she held her tongue, let him continue, and was glad she had. Or mostly glad.

The offer to step in, to be more, had chilly features softening, and she drew in a long breath, licked her lips to chase back the sudden dryness. Someone to lean on when Sharra wasn't there.. Or even if he was. It made her frown, and she dropped her gaze to the ground, arms tightening around herself. What would she do if and when the nergal came back? She couldn't keep forgiving him, her heart wouldn't survive it.

She let him keep talking as she thought about it, considered the possibility of letting the nergal go, of finally moving on, and it surprised her to realize the notion wasn't completely heartbreaking. The djinn was tired, so tired, of the emotional roller coaster. It wasn't a case of not loving him, it never had been. She just couldn't handle the disappearances anymore. The not knowing. The lack of any real security.

The flutter of wings pulled glowing eyes back up to him, and she thought about all the time she'd spent with him, just him. She thought of Prom, and how much fun they'd had. She thought have sharing tea, and warm bodies in soft sheets and countless naps in peaceful company.

Still frowning she unwrapped her arms from around herself and held her hands out for him. "Come here." When he reached for her she'd pull him in closer, and she'd wrap him in hug, bury elegant fingers into ginger curls. Her lips found his, and she kissed him, soft and delicate, and felt that rush of longing and adoration that came with skin to skin contact. It was magic, but it was no less real. She'd come to appreciate him as much as he had her, and it had hurt when he'd shut himself away. "You're not a moron," she murmured against his mouth.

"It's a good thing you have me then," she assured him, pressing her face into his curls as he hugged her to him. Nimble fingers pressed into the small of his back, massaging out and along his hips until simply resting there. It was a relief for her as well, him coming to her. It meant she wasn't alone, that she hadn't lost them both. Something she could have survived, but something that would have broken something inside her.

When he drew back and smiled she mirrored him, though her's took on an impish light. "We could go out," she agreed, lifting on hand so she could touch his chin with the curve of her finger, tipping it to one side as she leaned in. "Or we can stay in," was breathed against his cheek. The pad of her thumb smoothed along the line of his jaw, and she slid her cheek his. So soft.

How long had it been since she'd seen him. Since she'd gotten to trail full lips along that pale, perfect skin. How long since they'd really had any time alone.

Going out could wait. An hour, or a day, or a week. They had time. For now, the djinn was struck with a certain need to catch up. So much wasted time, so many missed chances.

She used turned his cheek away from her, and her lisp ghosted against the edge of his ear. "Let's stay in," she purred. "Let me remember you, all of you." fingers tightened on his hip. "Let's remember each other."

The fingers that slid through her hair made the ghoul shiver, goosebumps spreading along every inch of dark, henna kissed skin. She sighed, relaxing against him as she breathed him in. Those powers of his washed over her, quickening her pulse. They amplified feelings that had already been budding. The djinn cared for the fae, a great deal. What had begun as a means to maintain peace had turned into so very much more. He was important to her, but until this moment, when he'd showed up at her door, she hadn't realized just how far they had come.

He kissed her nose, and she chuckled, features pinching up before she leaned forward and pressed her face into the side of his neck. The bass of his voice vibrated against her cheek as he spoke, and she pursed her lips against the solid pulse that lay just beneath them. "If you're really hungry I have a few things hidden away," she offered quietly.

It had taken a while to get her room back in order after the shadowlings had wreaked havoc, but everything had been repaired or replaced. The low table sat in the middle of the living area, multiple cushions placed around it. There was a desk with school work resting on top of it as well as a computer. On the opposite wall beside the door to the bathroom was a short counter, a mini- fridge rested below it. Inside were various drinks, fruit, even a folded carton housing the left overs of yesterdays dinner.

She'd turned her head to glance towards the mini-fridge, drawing the dae's attention towards it before looking back up into golden eyes as her tongue danced over her lips.

It didn't take much prompting beyond his willingness to skip dinner for the ghoul to press against him, nudging him towards the door to the bedroom. The flowers he'd been holding were extracted from his grasp and set on the desk as they passed it. She'd put them in water later, there were more important things at hand.

"I missed you," she admitted rather suddenly, and there was darkening of her cheeks as some strong emotion slid through glowing eyes. She searched his face, those golden eyes, watching and waiting for any reaction to her words as she backed them towards the door. "He left, and you disappeared, and.." There was a hitch in her voice, and she stopped her forward progression just shy of the wall. Drawing her lip between her teeth as she dropped her gaze, looked away. It was easy to lose herself in his touch, in his presence, but opening up again, admitting her feelings, that was harder.

A gentle nudge brought her gaze up to him, and those glowing eyes held all the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide. The kiss at the corner of her lips was gentle, as gentle as voice as her murmured a reassuring promise. One she'd heard before, one she'd believed, but one that had come from a different boil and a different voice. It left her searching his face, jaw tightening as his words washed over her. She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he'd be there, that he wouldn't disappear. She wanted so badly just to let go of that last little bit of of doubt.

There was the slightest little tick at the corners of her lips. The barest hint of a frown before he was speaking again and glowing pools of cerulean widened. Love. Fresh and new and terribly fragile. The first hesitant stirrings. He was falling for her. Her, not the boil that had drawn them together, but her alone.

And still he undervalued himself. Still doubted. Soft fingers slid along her cheek, caught dark hair and twisted it, toying gently. "Sorrow makes time pass strangely," she whispered, head turning so she could brush her lips along his knuckles before flicking bright eyes up to glittering gold. "Let's not talk about him." Just because he'd brought them together, didn't mean they needed him to stay together. "Let's not think about him, or how long it's been, or anything else." Finally she leaned forward again, urging him until his back was against the wall and she could press against his chest. Going on tiptoes so the coolness of her cheek met the warmth of his own.

"You're not a stand it, Marosa." She kissed his cheek, beside his ear and down the line of his jaw. "Not a substitute. I care for you. Just you." Fingertips touching soft curls, cupping his cheeks as she lay her lips against his, chaste and soft, and utterly sweet. "Just you." It was whispered against his mouth, and this time the kiss wasn't soft, wasn't sweet. It held all the heat that had been dancing in the ocean of her eyes moments earlier. Hadiyya kissed him as if she'd drink him down. Every last drop.

Hadiyya last herself in the feel of his lips and the press of his hands around his arms around her body. As fast as he was falling, she was right there with him. With a soft little sound, those elegant hands slid along his shoulders, down his chest to settle at his sides, fingertips slipping beneath the edge of his shirt to touch the warmth of his skin beneath.

Teeth grazed across his lip as she drew back enough to meet those honey kissed eyes, and she give a soft jerk of her head towards the bedroom door beside them, smile seductive.

It was just them, and in that moment that was perfect. In his arms she was happy. No problem seemed too large. No obstacle they couldn't overcome.

Grinning, she rose up on tip toe to press her cheek into his, burying her face into those fiery curls and drawing in the warm, softly spice that was all Marosa. Blindly she reached out for the door, groping against the wood until she caught the handle. It opened, and she was pulling out of the boil's arms only to catch his hand and tug him with her as she moved through and into the bed room.

A little push nudged him towards he bed, and she waited for the minipets that had been snoozing on the blankets to vacate the room before kicking the door shut behind them.