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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:50 pm
Daegonna was out before her head hit the pillows. She was dimly aware of Ice tucking the furs closer around her, but not enough to respond, or even do more than let out a sleepy sort of moan.
That night, she didn't toss or turn, or cry out in her sleep. She dreamt of terrible things, but she remembered nothing. All night long, she gave off the worried buzz of fear. She was too tired to be conscious of anything but her dreams, but she still had a feeling she might not wake.
When she awoke, Daegonna didn't even remember falling asleep. So, finding herself in Ice's arms, she was positive for about ten seconds that he had done something to her. She realized, of course, that he hadn't. She was nestled in his arms, with furs carefully tucked inbetween them. She felt no pain, not even the funny fuzzy feeling she had for hours after being healed. Perhaps he really hadn't done anything to her.
Daegonna could remember none of her dreams, and for the first time in longer than she could remember, felt genuinely refreshed. She lay perfectly still, like a bird caught in a snake's coils. Should she move? She didn't even turn to see if Ice was awake.
She was busy being frightened and disgusted with herself. He could have done anything to her, and used their link to keep her from feeling, or remembering. Would she know the difference? No. And she'd agreed to this, willingly slipped into bed beside him, just to save herself from the vague and not even spoken threat of pain or fear.
There was no winning, with Ice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:55 pm
You beat yourself up continously, dont you? I suppose this means you WONT be making me a morning cup of coffee?
*the words were fuzzy and half sleep mumbled as Ice cracked one eye open. He lifted his arm off the furs over her, raised his chin, and rolled over, dragging the furs with him, but turning away form her, into the wall, still content to doze and enjoy the rare chance to sleep, even knowing she was awake again*
S'a key in my back pocket. If you can summon up the courage of touching me, your saviour and all, without jumping with fear, you can let yourself out into the main chasm. Theres food in the kitchen.
*and with that... he went back to sleep. Leaving Dae with the uneviable choice of staying in the room with him, or summoning up the courage to seek a 'back pocket' in a fauns body. All there was was fur - no trousers, no boxes, nothing. Ice, like a marsupial, had crafted a pocket made of skin for himself, and it was to this, placed where a back pocket usually would be, to which he was alluding*
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:07 pm
Daegonna glanced over her shoulder at the sound of Ice's groggy voice. She sat up, still bundled up in one of the furs, and watched Ice roll over, presenting the locale of the 'back pocket' in which she could find a key.
She considered this carefully, then decided she really wasn't hungry. But at least she knew where he kept his cigarettes and keys now. Her previous theories had been a bit ickier.
She slid off the bed, taking with her the fur that Ice wasn't using. She used the fur to make a little nest-like spot, and then curled up in it like a kitten, on the far side of the room from the bed. Daegonna also decided to use her magic, and generated a small ward, just big enough to encompass her and her makeshift bed. It wouldn't keep Ice out, but if he crossed it, she would know without a doubt. Having done so, she went back to sleep. The distance certainly wouldn't save her if Ice had any morning urges, but it made her feel better anyway.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:11 pm
*Dae neednt have worried - Ice was androgynous by choice 90 of the time, only bthering to decide on gender JUST before - and sometimes halfway through - a rape. Morning wood was not a concern, and without the apparatus, sudden rushes of hormones werent likely either.
Ice slept through till midday before finally rousing himself and sliding out of bed like a content cat. He looked a lot fresher, the spikes resprouting through his skin sharper, stronger, brighter. Sickeningly, he seemed to glow with good health, which was accented by the greed with which he devoured vitae which he ordered one of his fleshcrafted monstrosities to bring. He looked to see if Dae was awake, yawning and stretching languidly as he roused his body bit by bit*
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:15 pm
Es ist alright, mein Freund.
Sieg stood, and reached for the blanket from his own bed.
I do not need it...
With a nod, he retired to his own part of the room, to rest.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:18 pm
Daegonna heard the rustle of furs and the click of hooves, and slowly opened one golden eye, drawing the furs tighter around herself, her tail curled around her feet.
Through that one slitted eye, she watched Ice enjoying his morning vitae, but didn't feel like moving just yet. When he finished, and looked over to her, Daegonna dispelled the invisible bubble, and stretched out along the floor, arching her back and letting out a soft 'mm' as a few of her joints cracked. Then she curled back up, on top of the furs this time, and looked up at Ice from amid the tousled curls that had fallen across her face.
She wasn't entirely sure what to say. 'Good morning' was not really how she felt. 'Oh. Its you' didn't seem appropriate. Nor did groaning and pulling the furs back over her head.
So she said nothing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:23 pm
'Thank you for the peaceful nights sleep' would have been a good start. 'Im sorry I abandoned you halfway through' would have been passable, 'Sorry I hid from you, kind master' would have cut it.
*Ice didnt sound angry as he spoke, kicking his heels up as he downed glass after glass of vitae. Powerful vitae, from the scent of it*
Have I not kept my word to you for days in a row now? Out of genuine wish to do so? I even let you inside my head. Dont get me wrong, I love the taste of your fear, but is it too much to ask you at least accept I CAN be kind and WONT just rape you for shits and giggles? If I was going to do that, I would have already. Besides... I got cold without you.
*He looked down and poured another glass, tail noislily dragging over the floor*
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:39 pm
Daegonna watched Ice nervously. His voice didn't seem to carry anger, but he was hard to read. She hesitated. She refused to call him master. She also refused to apologize.
"Thank you for taking care of me, healing me, taking my pain." She said at last. It was as close a concession as she could bring herself to make. She was truly grateful that he had not harmed her, but she was still not sure how long that would last.
She watched him nervously.
"I may have gotten my fears under control, to some degree, but they're still there, as are all of my scars." She paused. "I can heal the physical damage, with time and patience, but the emotional scars will last." Physically, her body was now perfect, unmarred. No scars, tattoos, or piercings. Nothing to mark her at all. If one could see her emotional state, it would look like she'd been thrown through a car window over a cliff, tumbled down the rockface though some cacti and into the rapids of a river.
Again, Daegonna stretched, purring softly, with her tail lashing from side to side. She yawned, and sat up.
"I am grateful, Ice, but I'm still scared."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:43 pm
Scared Im happy with. Ungrateful, Im not. Only my word kept me from hurting you when you borrowed my resolve. Remember that, and have better faith in it in future.
*He leaned back, then tossed a key at her.*
Touch a single one of my sculptures, finished or unfinished, and I will make you WISH Id only raped you on day one. The black hall at the back of the chasm is locked and off limits. I find you snooping around back there and you'll end up like the LAST guy I bonded with.
Im going to check on my brother. I suggest you eat.
*standing, Ice took his leave. When he was done with Bailey, who was a broken yet smiling wreck in the cathedral unde rthe chasm, Ice had work to tend to, and would not be returning to the Chasm for the better part of a day*
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:59 pm
Daegonna managed not to narrow her eyes or show her sudden anger. She was tired of being everybody's plaything. Of course, now she wasn't just anybody's plaything. Ice had decided she belonged only to him. Daegonna had never accepted that. She hated the idea that she belonged to anyone. Ice was more powerful and more cruelly inventive than any of her previous "owners", which did not exactly endear him to her. Plus, he'd hurt her brothers and her mother on countless occasions. Now he decided he owned her. She didn't like being threatened or manipulated. She never had, but Ice had just struck a very raw nerve. She truly was grateful for his restraint, and for his word not to hurt her. But the strange sort of Stockholm's syndrome that'd kept her anger at bay for the past few weeks was starting to dissipate.
Daegonna's fear had been turned to anger. Oh, she was still plenty scared of Ice, but for the moment, she was also furious with him. She kept it in check though, and simply nodded. There was nothing more she could do. Venting her anger would cost her. It was quite likely that her fury would have subsided in the next few hours anyway. She caught the key he'd tossed her, and once he had left, went to find food. She didn't linger outside of the room she'd been kept in thus far. She went to the kitchen, got her food, and went back. She ate, and bundled herself up in the furs again, this time perched on a chair by the table.
She took the arrowhead-shaped tip of her tail into her hands, and began idly picking at the leathery flesh along the edges of it with one claw. Blood welled up in the crescent-shaped gouge, and dripped onto the tabletop. She did it again, clawing away little bits of flesh, one bit at a time, until she'd bared the shiny black bone. Sharpening the bone, with her limited resources, would be hard, but it took her awhile to manage to score the flesh just so, to prevent it completely healing over. Once she'd done one side, she switched to the other, and continued.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:38 pm
Daegonna stood up, and flicked her tail, showering a few flecks of blood across the tabletop. She had cut away the flesh along the edges of the tip of her tail, baring the shiny crystal-like black bone. She'd have to sharpen it later, there was nothing here that'd be useable.
She went back to the kitchen to wash the blood from her fingers, and grab something to drink, then paused among the sculptures. She wandered among them, gazing at each intently, lost in thought.
Then she returned to the room where Ice kept her.
She looked around the room, and finally found what she was looking for. In her frenzy the previous night, she'd slashed at the walls, which had regenerated, of course. But the shards of ice she'd knocked loose still lay on the ground. She picked them up, and then curled up on the furs, looking them over. She found one that was a suitable shape, and set to work whittling away at it with her claws. The first few pieces were just little etched designs, as she learned how to work with a medium that melted quite quickly in her hands. It was hard. Most of the details melted away by the time she'd finished them. She worked steadily for a couple of hours, and had nearly completed her work when it shattered in her trembling hands. She cursed, and picked out another piece. She began again. This time she managed to finish it. It was a butterfly, a little misshappen in the places where it had begun to melt if she touched it for too long. It's wings were each about the size of her hand. She very carefully lifted it up, and softly whispered to it. It fluttered up out of her hands, and about the room, not straying far from her. She smiled. She'd learned it when she was young. She had made little paper butterflies then, and they had fluttered about her while she played. She'd never tried it with anything as heavy as ice.
She reached out to it, and found that her hand was trembling. She bit her lip, and dropped her hand. The butterfly fluttered away to perch on the bed.
Daegonna had been so absorbed in her work, she'd completely missed the first subtle hints of her need. She'd been careful about that, lately, but she was distracted and angry right now. Nonetheless, she needed Ice's touch. She wasn't sure he should be interrupted, though. He had been in a less than wonderful mood, when he had left. That was her fault. She was definitely angry with him. That was his fault.
But the punishment for neglecting their bond would be far worse than anything he'd do to her for irritating him by interrupting him in the middle of whatever he was doing.
Daegonna reached out through the link, beckoning to Ice as she watched the butterfly flutter about her head. While she waited, she set to work on another butterfly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 1:50 am
*True, interrupting Ice wouldnt be as bad as what could happen if she ignored the need, but the downside was she was going to get a nice look into what it was he'd been doing.
He shadowstepped straight into her quaters, three long bloody tendons hanging from one hand, blood all over his torso as he quirked an eyebrow at her and held out his sticky hand*
Already? Better be quick or my victim will bleed out....
*Then he frowned, spotting the butterfly flitting about the room. He spotted the other one in Daegonna's hand, and his work seemed totally forgotten as he watched the mobile one in confusion. If Dae ever ventured out of the chasm proper and into the 'fields' above... she would note there was a TOTAL lack of life aside from Ice, Bailey and herself in the chasm, unless you wanted to count Ice;s ghouls. The Fiend seemed puzzled and perplexed by the fact soemthing as innocuous as a butterfly seemed to be here*
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:04 pm
Daegonna looked up as Ice appeared, and set down the butterfly she was working on. He held out a hand, and she crossed the room to take it, albeit reluctantly.
He trailed off, and frowned. It took her a moment to realize what he was frowning at. She glanced up at the butterfly, which promptly settled on one of her gleaming black horns. The butterfly glittered in what light there was, and a few drops of water spilled off of it, as heat rolled off of her. Daegonna shook her head, and the butterfly took wing again.
Daegonna watched Ice for a moment, curious about his expression. She was still just out of arm's reach. He seemed....displeased. Or confused. It was hard to tell, and the latter generally resulted in the former.
"It's a cheap parlour trick." She said at last. "Haven't you ever seen a street performer make a little paper butterfly seem to fly?" She asked.
Having spent a few years of her childhood living among young street performers and pickpockets, Daegonna had seen most of the tricks. The ones that could would cast little spells, just a bit of magic here and a bit there, to make their show a bit flashier.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:08 pm
Trick....
*For once, he seemed preoccupied, watching the creature's flight around the room*
The flesh has always obeyed my every whim, yet never have I created with my own element... it shatters in my hands as soon as I give it life...
*He moved almost absently away from her, following the creature flitting about his home like a truly living being. Curiosity suffused him, made him more human just for a few minutes, even the tendons he was carrying forgotten as he gazed at the simple creature*
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:16 pm
Daegonna watched him, folding her arms over her chest as if hugging herself. His curiosity intrigued her. He seemed....damn near human...Oh, except for the bloody tendons still absentmindedly clutched in one hand.
"It's not alive. It's just moving. The spell kind of taps into the rhythms that nature naturally falls into -- in this case the flight of a butterfly or a bee -- an erratic-seeming circle, generally about one focal point, here it's the caster, in nature a flower or something similar. It's not alive, but it mimics the currents and eddies of nature. If you were to sculpt a bird, and if you knew the spell inside and out, you could make it fly like a sparrow. It's not alive, though...It's just following predetermined paths worn into existence by hundreds of organisms before it. I mean, I suppose you could bind a soul to a vessel of ice, but you'd have to be very good at-" she stopped, watching him as the butterfly circled her, and he followed after. He had an almost childlike, quizzical face as he followed the butterfly in it's long loops and zigzags.
"The spell wears off if you don't renew it. I guess the spark arcane energy in it is a bit like a spark of life..." She mused.
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