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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:26 pm
Purple edged against darkness, depths that seemed to propel cold, silent rage; the feeling though not voiced, easily felt as the color sparked, shifted, almost like a cold flame, silent killer. He'd always been there, watching, learning, gaining strength, moving those about him like peons, gaining pleasure from others' pain, like others had done to him, so long ago.
No more.
He'd reign supreme over others with raw power, and his purple eyes would match those of a silent killer, a hunter whom waits for it's prey. His eyes would send shivers of fear down others' spines, and then once fear were to be accomplished, he'd laugh, his figure edged against the pale moon at night. The blood of the innocent would drip from his claws, it'd marr his teeth, his fangs, and he'd reign supreme.
It was only a matter of time... all a matter of having patience, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He'd lost before, he'd been humiliated long ago; he'd had faith in others, he'd tried others ways, but they just didn't work. Only fear worked. Fear, anger, betrayal... a cold blooded killer had been born, and his figure laughed on in the night, darkness curling in almost liquid ways around his figure while blood dripped from his eyes, the purple orbs shinning against the pale moon.
His own blood and that of those around him...
He'd woken up startled, a strange taste in his mouth, and he'd unconsciously raised a paw to wipe his tongue clean of it. It was then it clicked inside his mind; paw? What paw? He didn't have paws last time he'd checked! However, as he forced his eyes open to look down, not only did he realise he indeed had paws, but he realised something else; he was propped over another body. The body of a female. A female he did not know.
With an uncharacteristic squeak he'd later mentally kick himself for, Zeon stumble-fell off the other body, getting tangled with his own four legs. Laying on the ground, the libris found himself blinking in surprise, his usual cold hatred replaced by the confusion that seeped through his features. Paws? What the ******** HELL was this?! He had merely a moment to snarl before he noticed it was not only paws which he'd gained, but a tail... and fur. Lots of fluffy fur. Twitching slightly, the male attempted to stand again, merely managing to tangle himself up again, his long tail getting in the way; stumbling, Zeon fell once more, the snarls of frustration reaching higher levels.
A cat. He was a bleeding cat! What was going on?!
Feeling slightly overwhelmed, the libris merely lay upon the ground, his expression shifting from enraged, to confused, to perplexed, to enraged again... there seemed to be perhaps, a hint of fear shinning within those purple orbs, but it vanished as soon as the pink clad female let out a particularly loud snore. The sound forced Zeon to focus his attention on the slumbering girl. Idly, Zeon decided he did not like her. Not at all, his mind already rolling the possibilities within his mind, however, before he could maim her, he needed to stand up without stumbling. Thus again he tried, his mind screaming he change his center of balance if he wanted to actualy walk like a cat.
It took him several more tries to get it right, however, soon enough, the male was standing up quite proudly, usual nasty smirk in place. The moment he attempted walking however, Zeon promptly crashed back to the floor, uttering a loud "********!" as he landed over the slumbering femme again.
Today was not going to be his day, was it?
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:11 pm
Everything was blue. Of course, everything was always blue. That never really bothered Xion anymore, for it had been blue since the day she was born. Everyone talked in blues, yelled in blues, walked in blues; it was somewhat ironic that her mother insisted she dressed in red.
"Dollhouse dreams are bought and paid for, but she'll never admit it."
They'd stared at her--they always stared at her. Their eyes wide as their moths flapped like fishes, constantly sucking at water and getting air. They all talked, but no one ever said anything. Why would no one speak?
Only she could speak, and they flapped like fishes with about as much brains. It hadn't been long before she'd given up speaking. Doll, she would be a doll.
Something landed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open, but didn't seem startled at all. Their bright ocean blue just gazed off into the distance as if nothing in front of her registered to her brain. Indeed, it didn't. She wasn't in the fluffy pink of her dollhouse room.
And there was something on top of her.
That something was moving, Xion determined a moment later and she turned her head to look at it. Fluffy grey, pointed ears darted out from its likewise fluffy grey hair. Bright purple, strangely facated cat eyes from a cat-like face.. but it was much bigger than your adverage cat, or else she was much smaller.
A light giggle ripped itself from her maw, now she really was a doll! The girl turned under him, still staring up at him with those vacated blue eyes, and she lifted her paws to touch his cheek. Her paws? Oh, indeed they were! Xion blinked at her appendages for a long moment, forgetting the other creature she had under-paw. "I grew fur! ... and paws too. Hhheeehehe, no more dolly; needles sewing games are not for me!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:34 pm
He flinched.
The action almost foreign upon his muscles, yet there was nothing he could do to avoid it; he'd flinched the moment he'd landed on her. He'd woken her up. He knew he had... and he'd flinched due to that knowledge. It somehow registered in his mind that he shouldn't care if he'd awoken her up at all, nor did it register either that there was no way for him to really know if he had or had not woken her up.
And yet... he'd flinched.
He'd probably mentally kick himself for doing so for days to come, however, as he felt the petite form wiggle beneath him, he held his breath, a childish hint of innocence marring his features as he hoped that perhaps, if he stayed still, she'd go back to sleep and he'd be able to walk away unseen. However, this was not to be; she'd woken up, and not only was she squirming, but she was staring at him. Zeon found himself leaning away from her face, his lip arching in a silent snarl as he tried to put the necessary distance between them. Obviously failing at doing so, for it never seemed to occur to him that before he could put distance between them, he'd have to get OFF her and all.
Her giggling made him erk softly, the male libris almost losing his balance as he tried to edge away from her; was she insane or something? Couldn't she see his eyes? Couldn't she TELL? All his questions were answered almost instantly as she squirmed, turned and placed her paws on his cheeks; yes, she was bloody, ******** insane, and no, she could see nothing strange in his eyes, or she was apparently too amused with her current situation to give a damn. Her words only seemed to emphasise she was insane, or lacked something or other within her mind. Sanity, obviously, but perhaps she'd gained something in return, his own mind supplied.
It was finally, after a long moment that Zeon finally growled, the sound rumbling deep in his throat, vibrating, "Let go of my face, wench," he could've always pawed her away and yet he wasn't doing so, his harsh whispered words all what he could manage, for he was, amusingly enough, rooted to the spot. He felt he needed to say the words, if only but to regain a bit of his lost .... what? Decency? Pride? He didn't care. He wanted it back though, "Are you ******** insane, girl?"
Well, d'uh... he'd already covered that, yet he had to ask. Then again, maybe he was insane too, because he'd yet to move.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:44 pm
The blue eyes just laughed at him, in a strangly absent sort of way. As much as they spoke volumes, the rest of her facial expression seemed to lack definition for a moment. Finally, the paws dropped away a few millimeters from his fur, and she tilted her head as she replied, "Hands of lighting fall no harder than words dripping acid from your lip."
It didn't exactly answer the question addressed, and at the same time it answered it completely. That was about the level of directness Xion seemed capable of, however, and she wiggled a little more beneath him to try and get comfortable. Her strawberry hair pillowed about her, the little ornament in it clinking on the floor and her ears twitched of their own accord.
She had ears too! It didn't take long to wrap her mind around the thought that she was, full and truly a cat-thing as the male above her was. Somehow it just didn't bother her, things weren't quite so blue anymore. That was the strange part, in her mind, and so she rather focused on it. In truth, a part of her was convined it was just another part of the never-ending dream her life had always been; nothing ever made sense anyway, why should it now? It never made sense, and yet she always spoke it.
One paw moved again, pressing against his cheek. "Hehe.. purple gems and sparkles nice, there's blood in them though none was spilled. So much red in a blue, blue world."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:17 pm
Lightning. She'd said lightning.
Instantly his ears perked at the word, his eyes blinking several times, though amusingly enough, as eloquent as he'd always deemed himself to be, he seemed unable to utter a single word. Why was beyond him, and all he knew was that somehow, in some weird way, this female knew he was attached to lightning in the odd sense of the word. The idea of summoning lightning seemed like a good one right then and he focused his body into the process, his muscles tensing...
However, nothing happened.
Zeon tensed further, his eyes widening as he looked around wildly; why wasn't it showing up? Where was the lightning? Why, how, where? Uncharacteristic fear filled his sistem as the libris gulped, swallowing down excess saliva that had accumulated within his maw. It was gone. It wasn't there. And he was a cat. A defenseless, stupid, ******** CAT. Again he gulped, having forgotten entirely about the female he was flopped over; it was uncharacteristic behavior for one whom had before laughed under the pale moonlight, his hands dripping blood, and yet there was no other reaction his mind could, or would process at the moment.
"It's gone..." the cold hatred which had marred his voice was gone, replaced with confusion, stinging bitterness as the male realised that the one thing he thought no one could ever take away from him was gone and it could never be replaced. Suddenly, he was vaguely aware of the contact against his cheek, and his purple eyes focused down upon the girl bellow him again, a brow arching.
She was touching him. Why the hell was she touching him again?
And yet again, however, he did not pull away from the touch, something within his mind, something he couldn't quite put a finger on, keeping him in place... keeping him from lashing out forward with teeth in an attempt to rip that paw right off her arm. That would produce blood, his mind offered him. He knew blood. He lived for blood, he lived by blood...
Blood was okay.
This contact, however, was unfamiliar, and again he found himself growling softly, the sound fainter than previously before he pulled himself together, a fanged smirk coming over his features, "More blood than you'd ever know; enough to swim in... enough to fill an ocean," a pause as his lips lifted even more into the smirk, jagged fangs gleaming down at her as the sparkling in his eyes shifted, moved, "Wouldn't that be a lovely sight?" and yet, he'd yet to move, her paw still against the side of his face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:27 pm
"My hair is blood," She offered, not seeming to care about his confusion or pain. instead, she put her other paw on his cheek as well. The fact that he was growling never once detterred her; there was a sort of confidence about her, even with the whimsical way of speaking, that said he wouldn't hurt her.
Xion grinned then, an innocence spreading about her cat form, and she let her claws come out just a touch to gently brush through the fur on his cheek. "Everything is blue, but blood. It vibrates and lives and breaths air where others breath water. Not too many people have blood, they only think they do, but its all in their heads."
The female looked him over again, then twitered something like a bird, "You're an amphibian, arn't you." It wasn't a question, really, then the girl forced her shoulders up and licked him directly on the maw.
Something inside of her clicked, and her eyes bubbled sad darkness, "The spark has gone, gone gone, but its essence will remain." The horn protruding from her forehead pulsed a brighter glow. One could note that it did that occassionally when she bothered to speak. "Just because one can't fry the world doesn't mean you can't light it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:57 pm
Her response was unexpected; that much was obvious by the way the male's smirk faltered slightly, a brow arching in silent question. The expression was gone from his maw, replaced by something akin curiosity as his purple eyes narrowed, almost as if thinking that by doing so, he'd see deeper into her soul, deeper into her mind, "Your hair's a lovely sight then," the fact her other paw had come to rest upon his others cheek had not passed unnoticed, and the male's lids fell further over his eyes, leaving them only partially open, his smirk fully gone, leaving behind only a ghost of it, his lips pressed firmly, a fang overlapping the bottom one.
Zeon had almost snorted at her words; they made no sense to him. He'd always taken a further more direct, abrupt approach to people and words. Rough, rude in many ways, and thus her way of thinking was impossible for him to make logic out of, "Blue, huh? I think everything is white, but the stain of blood that lays upon the snow," again the smirk had come, however, it was only a phantom of the previous one, lacking conviction to pull off the eerie glower, "Corruption marring the innocence."
Was he talking about himself? He'd been corrupted... it'd all changed. No faith, no hope, no glory. He'd had to make his own glory. He'd learnt that there was no one out there to rely on. There were only 'others' and 'Zeon'. Zeon knew he'd eat the 'others' in order to succeed, and yet, he was unable to group this girl into the wide category he'd been using before... hence, whom was she then? "I have blood; it drips off my claws, my teeth, my eyes..." he could feel her claws against his pelt, but he did not move still, instead offering her something more akin to smile than a smirk, though his jagged teeth did little to support the fact, "My own and that of the innocent," he claimed, the growl still obvious within his words, though it'd been dying down as time had passed.
Amphibian? Confusion seeped into his features again, his maw wrinkling almost as if he'd swallowed something foul tasting, however, he was never allowed to answer the strange claim, her tongue coming to lick his maw just as he'd opened it to talk; it brushed against his teeth and lips, and suddenly, the male was stock still.
No longer was he rooted to the spot like he'd found himself to be before; he was now frozen in place... and even that was an understatement. His maw had remain opened, in the same gesture, looking as if he wished to say something, yet being utterly unable to; it wasn't till the word 'spar' was mentioned that the libris closed his maw, the line of his lips dropping into a grim frown, his brows knitting together over heavy lidded eyes as he looked away. She was damn well right it was gone, he thought; it wasn't there, it was gone forever... that what was his was gone, and he felt utterly empty inside without that spark. It wasn't till he bothered to look back that he noticed the glowing of her horn, though he pushed it away; whom was he to think twice about a glowing horn when he was a cat right now? A defenseless cat, more suitable to be a bloody mascot than anything else.
No more blood, no more lightning, no more dreams.
Her final words forced Zeon's gaze back upon her eyes, the brows un-knitting awkwardly as he took in the words; was she trying to make him feel better? Did she know? Was that even possible? "It was blue, you know. White and blue," he felt compelled to offer the words, almost as if in compensation for her on, an attempt to make her feel better in turn, and idly, the demon kicked himself mentally. However, it didn't matter how many times he kicked himself mentally, his instincts voiced he'd done the right thing.
Ew...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:13 pm
She giggled. "The world is blue." Everything seemed to come down to that for her. The female continued to look up at him. Inside her mind thoughts turned before she could hear them, the movement of air through the room whispered secrets in her ears and the taste of life on her tongue filled her vision with things that hadn't been and wouldn't be, things that had happened and things that were happening. It was hard to sort out.
Xion stared at him, hearing the things he said and the things he wouldn't say. She heard the things he might have said, and things that were left unsaid, just as she heard herself respond a thousand times, a thousand different ways and she wasn't sure which one she picked, but she had ultimatly picked it, "This isn't home. Forms that arn't our own but they are now, they arn't right but we can live with them. This isn't a dollhouse, for people to play with. Clothes for them to buy and wear, they didn't think they were doing wrong but they're drowning in their carelessness. You can live too, without the blue or the white, but it'll take effort..."
Wiggling out from underneath him, Xion moved to sit on her own before him. She seemed to pick up control of her body without much thought to it; it was a little uncanny. A rational explanation, as much as anyone could infact explain the insanity that obviously ran rampant through her little form, as was that her simple acceptance of the fact that she was now a cat meant that she had also accepted that she must move like one. "Glory is a butterfly but you are not a flower. You should find one, maybe it'll help your ambition."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:00 pm
"Is it now?" a brow arched again, a gestured he'd come to adopt often in the past while, "I still think it's white... stained by red," he watched her then as she drew back, emotions flashing through her eyes, and deep down he knew she'd tasted him.
There was a deep sort of pride in knowing that just a small taste was causing her such turmoil, all those emotions flickering through her eyes, and there was nothing he could do to keep himself from smirking. This smirk, however, was different from the previous ones; it was almost smug, holding worth to his person as he loomed over her, his actions radiating power, like he always had... like he was meant to do.
Her words were true however, and though he kept on smirking smugly, the expression faltered steadily into something else, something even Zeon could not have been able to read, had he been placed in front of a mirror at that exact moment, "Aye," he knew that. It was the glaringly obvious truth, and even he could not deny it, however, it didn't mean he had to accept it, for never before had he accepted a truth that made him weak... never had he accepted a truth that was lashed out at him; not when his brother had stolen Baou Zakeruga from him, and not when his father had left him aside, forgotten him... so why should he accept the truth now?
Was there a reason for him to do so?
Blinking out of his self induced daze, he noticed the girl trying to squirm out of his grip. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd lifted his paw off her in an attempt to make the process easier for her to accomplish; a frown instantly coming back upon his features as he noted himself to be uncomfortable as soon as she was gone. It took him several moments to notice it was the lack of her warmth which was unsettling, however, before he gawked at himself, he managed to reason that after all... he'd woken up curled up around her; god only knew how long he'd been in that position. Of course he was going to feel uncomfortable the moment she were to pull away. It was like pulling of a blanket in the morning after sleep, "I don't want glory; I want what's rightfully mine," he shifted uncomfortably suddenly, then looked away, for some odd reason, his own words sounding awkward in his mind, almost as if he'd chosen the wrong moment to utter them...
"What's your name?" the later words were uttered without looking at her, as if to cover up for the previous ones, "Mine's Zeon."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:13 pm
Xion was suddenly interested in the window high above them. She didn't know where they were, and their surroundings at once clashed with the dollhouse world of frills and fluff she'd been used to. It seemed, for a time, as if she'd forgotten about him entirely, as she got up and began to poke her nose into everything that was available to poke with said appendage.
Eventually her proding, sniffing and tasting lead her right back to the male she'd woke curled up with, or rather, laid upon by. As she'd already tasted him, she poked him with her nose this time and took a moment to smell him. Amazing! The senses these forms had far outweighed the sensory glands of her previous incarnation. Pleased with this, Xion decided to taste him a second time for she found he reminded her of a rather bitter candy--it was delightful.
Seconds later his left ear was a good deal wetter and likely marked, albeit lightly, by the sharp set of teeth she'd recently acquired. It was around this that she finally seemed to remember the conversation they'd been having, and lapsed into it as if she hadn't forgotten at all. In fact, it was very possible that the last five minutes or so hadn't happened, so far as her brain was concerned, "Xion."
As she hadn't written it down it was more than likely he thought she was saying his name over again, they were prounounced so similarly--especially when one took into account the amount of fur and skin currently hindering her speech organs. Nothing more came from her mouth, however, save the drool making its way down his ear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:15 am
If he'd been expecting her to answer, he didn't quite show this, for as she stuck her nose into anything that allowed her too, the male merely watched her languidly, almost as if suddenly consumed by boredome. The spark within his eyes however seemed to voice somethin entirely diferent, his tail swishing over the floor, twitching as licked his maw; there was no way he was getting up just yet... he needed time to practice his balance and he didn't quite want to make an utter fool out of himself. Not like he hadn't already, his mind supplied eagerly.
A frown came over his features, followed by a low growl, and it was then he noticed he'd stopped growling a long while ago; when had he stopped? Had it been 'round about the time she'd licked him? Probably. He didn't know, and truthfully, he didn't care. Or at least, he tried telling himself this.
Zeon's train of thought became derailed and crashed forcefully into a metaphorical mountain as the girl finaly turned her full atention back upon him, his brow arching again in silent question, for even he had noticed that silent acts worked better with her than outright abrupt questions. What the hell was she up to? Watching her warily, the male kit didn't move from his partialy laying position, his white hued dress pooling around his mid section and legs, however, he was not allowed to wonder further; soon enough, the female flopped on him and clamped her maw over one of his ears.
Ewwww... was his first thought as the kit wrinkled his maw, he tongue poking out briefly in an almost comical expresion. It itches, was his second thought as he felt his ear twitch under her touch, the reaction instinctive. However, it wasn't till he reached his third thought that he decided he should perhaps stop thinking altogether, the kit's full frame stiffening before he forcefully pushed all traces of such... thoughts out of his mind. In fact, he pushed all trace of any thought out of mind at that point, his expresion both perplexed and finaly painfuly aware of something or other, "Hmmm?" despite the fact he had indeed heard 'Zeon', he did not question her words, his brow twitching again as he twitched his era, his tail swishing rapidly over the floor, slightly puffed out in what could've been seen as fear.
So he had no lightning. It almost seemed he'd exchanged his element in return for this awkward situation. Which he wasn't all that unhappy about. Perhaps he needed a head shrink finaly; he wouldn't have been surprised. So many battles, so much blood, and all those hits and getting roughed up had probably and finally affected his head. That or he'd catched a cold; Idly he hoped it was the later reason, and not the third one his mind was forcefuly supplying. Today wasn't his day.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:31 am
Crawling up onto his back as he'd been laying on her most of that day, Xion was quite content to munch on his ear for a good while. It wasn't until she'd had her 'fill' of it before anything else was going to be done. As she was up there, she thought--not something most would consider her able to do. It had occurred to her that their being here was somewhat odd, as was their changing bodies.
Was it the old life that was a dream, or this one? Or, could it be that they were both equally valid and they might turn once more back into their previous selves? She wasn't exactly worried about it, after all there seemed little they could do. "Candy fluff." She supplied to the air about them, legibly when she let go of Xion's ear. It didn't make sense to her, but then again, she didn't expect it to. All she knew was that it made sense to reality, even if she didn't understand it at that moment.
Twittering softly, Xion began to groom his hair as a cat would and found that she could purr. How quaint! Pleased with this newfound ability, she set her purr motors to high and became his own personal back vibrator for the next few minutes until she found she was well on her way to developing a hairball. So there was a negative side to this, Xion decided, and turned her head to cough.
"Most people envy them, languid as they seem, but there is more than meets the eye," she said to herself, then looked down at him.
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"What are you doing?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:49 am
His ear flopped forward against his forehead the moment she let go of it, heavey and dampened from the drool that had begun to seep into his hair, causing yet another wrinkling of his maw; the ear was heavy, and the fact he was trying to perk it to focuss his full atention on the female upon his back made it look comical. There was nothing he could do to lift it however, and it remain partially flopped over his head, much like that of some dogs; Zeon was glad he had no mirror to look himself into.
Candy fluff; what the hell?
Instantly his dry ear flattened against the nape of his neck, the reaction almost instinctive as he turned to aim a lacking glare at her; he was many things, however, he was quie certain he was not 'candy fluff'. Somehow, something told him he didn't even want to know the reasoning behind her claim, content with being left in the dark about it. Darkness was good anyhow... he knew darkness, breathed it and understood it. It was light which was oddly frightening in a sense, ironicaly enough, specialy despite his choice of colors, the soft tones glaringly opositite to the dark thoughts that usualy ran through his mind.
He needed a bath.
And he probably needed to get all that drool out of his ear too. That was a good idea. Yup.
However, as Xion set herself to groom his head, the male found himself deciding that taking a bath wasn't all that important at the moment anyhow; it could, and would wait. Despite his intelligence... despite the sharpness of mind he'd always prided himself for having, the kit couldn't work around the question of just WHY he wouldn't move; in fact, as he lay and puzzled, he focused his atention on her purring instead, suddenly findding he too could purr, the sound swiftly matching her own for the duration of the grooming session.
Her question was a wake up call however, and Zeon's eyes grew wide, his head lifting from the peaceful position he'd adopted, his frame stiffening as his tail puffed out, "What do you mean, what am I doing? What are you doing?" his voice had taken a defensive tone, somewhat aken to that of child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, his eyes shifting from side to side to make sure no one had managed to catch glance of the ongoings moments before.
Maybe he really did need a bath. Or a cold shower. Either or.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:00 am
"I'm fixing you, you make no sense." She giggled and licked his maw. The female wrapped her forlegs about him as best she could, completely unaware of how unappropriate this was to do to someone she had just met. Actually, it could be noted that she wasn't at all aware that she HAD just met him. Rather, it seemed to her as if she had always known him, and it would continue to remain that way.
"Zeon, Xion, Xion, Zeon," She singsonged, a slight inflection in the pronunciation indicating which name she was on. "We match, like red and blue, and clash at the lines between. Sweet sweet candy, sing out the song of great deaths above, they shine in your eyes like fire!"
Another giggle sounded then, and she licked up his previously dry ear before she rolled off of him and curled up against his side. Completely unaware of how awkward she was making him feel, or else uncaring of it, Xion tucked her head up under his chin. Her tail wrapped about him, and she pressed herself up against him until it could seem their sides were one. Once more the female closed her eyes and seemed to sleep. "shhh..hhh..hh..............."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:34 am
Uncomfortable was an understatement. In fact awkward was by now an understatement too, his mind unable to wrap around a better word to describe what he felt. After all, he was used to rage, hatred, revenge... he was used to the cold anger and the stinging sattisfaction he felt when he fought, however, this... was new. This was foreign. This was diferent, and though obviously strange to him, it wasn't all that unwelcomed; not like he'd voice out such thoughts, and chances were he'd bite anyone to claim them for him. He understood rage and frustration; it was these new feelings and these new actions which he did not understand. Or at least, his mind was unable to process them correctly.
"I'm fixing you, you make no sense."
Fixing him? Fixing what? He didn't need any fixing! Her words made him blink however, slowly, as if digesting, or otherwise dissecting the simple phrase in hopes of finding some underlying meaning; something, anyhthing he might missed. But try as he might he couldn't see anything else to it than what she'd said, and somehow... the claim rang true in his head; maybe he did need fixing, his mind had supplied.
The second time she'd licked his maw did not dull his reaction, the perplexed and horribly surprised expresion seeping through his features again, almost as if he'd somehow pushed the previous action into the one-time-only corner of his mind; the fact she'd repeated it toppling his previous theories off whatever pedestal they'd been sitting upon. And again he found himself frozen in place, further so as she turned to wrap her forelegs around him.
The fear came back, and somehow, a voice at the back of his head (he'd later determine the voice was in fact 'common sense') was telling him that he should stop worrying and just enjoy what little warmth he was being offered; a warmth he'd not recieved before. A warmth he could get used to. So thus, having no strength to battle his own mind, the male allowed himself relax into her embrace. He didn't stiffen again as she talked or roll off him in order to curl up under his chin and against his side either; he just... let her.
Fine. Two could play that game.
He allowed his head to rest over her own, his nose twitching as he took in her scent, idly stopping over the heart shaped ornament upon his head; some irational part of his mind told him it looked like candy, however, he forcefuly pushed the thought out of his head in fear it'd derail into other thughts about other types of candy and other types of sweet things-- and this wasn't working, was it?
Frowning, he was only partly concious of how his tail curled around her frame, one paw coming to idly wrap around her middle almost possively before he snorted, "So your name is Xion, huh? That's an odd name," like he was one to talk... but stupid conversation was better than focusing on his thoughts.
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