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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:41 pm
"I do not know why I said nostalgic, but it feels like...I have known this feeling before. Not a feeling of a kiss, of course, but the warmth in my chest when I think about someone. Someone named Lin, perhaps, though I. . ."
The feeling that Pasayo was considering nostalgic probably stemmed from the part of her that was Inoru, the part of her that had memories of being in love with someone she could not obtain. It seemed to linger about her chest and make her heart raise, her pulse increasing, and she touched her lips with her index finger as she wondered what else could this feeling be.
She knew as far as this that 'Lin' was associated with Toulouse, at least she felt comfortable calling him that, and she assumed the feelings she felt as nostalgic belong to him and perhaps, Inoru.
"As for my clothing...I do not think it would be right of me to borrow that of others. I do not know if I will be allowed to venture out again and thus cannot assure I would ever return anything. I do appreciate the offer, but I must decline for the time being."
It seemed that she did not realize the full length of the issue at hand, how her clothing was barely clinging to her body, as the shock of being kissed and her time with Toulouse had faded that from her memory. She shfited in her seat as she thought about what else to say, ignoring the strain that her chest was placing on the front of her outfit.
Part of her wanted to ask for another kiss, though clearly it would be too selfish to do as such.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:59 pm
Sighing as if from some great burden of misunderstanding, Toulouse looked fully at Pasayo, an almost pained expression crossing his face. He reached up to gently hold Pasayo’s cheek in his hand again and stroked the soft skin of her cheek bone thoughtfully. Toulouse then leaned in and placed a light kiss against the corner of Pasayo’s mouth like he was wanting to.
“You do know that Lin is me don’t you?” The teen asked in a hushed voice against Pasayo‘s cheek as he leaned in and embraced the girl tightly despite the fact that she was hardly clothed and had refused to borrow any more. “Only one person ever called me by that name. She thought that “Aurelien” was a silly name and changed it.” Toulouse buried his face into Pasayo’s shoulder and breathed deeply of her scent. “Are you truly Inoru? Please. I need to know.”
Toulouse knew that Pasayo was possibly Inoru when he had found the poor child lost in the hideous hole. The golden teen wasn’t positive though. He wanted Pasayo to confirm his suspicions and make it clear who she finally was. It could be that he had mistaken her as someone else…or perhaps Pasayo had just heard the nickname from somewhere else. He had to know.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:13 pm
"If I am not Inoru, then I must be very unfortunate to have the memories of her demise and the hours leading up to it. I can recall things very vague, like my mind is being played in reverse to obtain what I have lost, since I can hardly recall a face to go with 'Lin'. It is still. . ."
Pasayo only spoke for a moment as she felt the kiss on the corner of her mouth, her lips parting slightly to form a small 'o' at their center as they broke. The rate of her pulse once again rose but she tried to calm it with her breathing, the only resulting being her chest moved up and down a bit more as her breathing increased. Her eyes stayed on Toulouse's face as she breathed, though she was doing her best to prevent herself from staring.
"If...if I were not Inoru, then perhaps this would be a different situation, would it not?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:31 pm
“No. It’d be exactly the same. You’re you and I’m me…and I still would want to kiss you.”
Toulouse breathed out against Pasayo’s mouth, the only warning before he kissed her again. It was like the first, gentle and cautious, but there was a slight urgency in this one that the first one did not have. Toulouse wanted Pasayo to know that she could be anyone in the world and he would still want to kiss her and hold her…and protect her. It was these types of feelings there were bubbling up in Toulouse’s chest like a fine champagne.
The barest of sounds escaped Toulouse as one of his hands moved to tangle the in the bright length of Pasayo’s hair. She was so…lovely. Toulouse broke away and trailed more light kisses past Pasayo’s jaw and down her slender neck. He had no idea why she was affecting him in such a way and the teen took a shuddering breath before stopping. Afraid of what he was doing and how Pasayo would react. Why was he acting in such a way
“I’m sorry Pasayo.” Toulouse rested his forehead against the girl’s shoulder again. “I don‘t know what‘s come over me…” Even as he said this his hands fell to Pasayo’s waist, encircling the soft flesh of her hips. He couldn't seem to stop touching her!
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:52 pm
Pasayo's body reacted very naturally to Toulouse's kisses, pressing inward and against him as her lips hungered for more, and as he returned to give her one after another she wondered how much more she could bare before she would make a sound. She almost did as Toulouse's hand moved into her mess of hair, the locks unruly from being slept on and their sudden growth overnight, though the only sound she managed was a contented sigh. It quickly turned to a soft gasp, however, as Toulouse's lips ran away from her face and down to the tender flesh of her neck.
"Nnn...!"
For a moment her hands moved up to Toulouse's shoulder and the faintest of pushes could be felt as though her body was rejecting his advances, and when he stopped to apologize it seemed as though it had worked. While it had been feeling so good a sense of dread had echoed over her emotions and she had wanted it, even for the briefest of moments, to stop.
Toulouse's apology did indeed catch Pasayo off-guard, though when she felt his hand sneak about her hips her body moved more against his, her eyes turning down to look at what he was doing. Her expression was a little worried, almost tearful, but she would not tell him to stop. She could not tell him to stop.
"I...it is a little frightening, but for some reason. . ."
She moved her hand from his shoulder, where it had been, and placed it on the side of his cheek before stroking with the tips of her fingers. This was sudden, too sudden, but the girl was known for her rash nature - and she trusted Toulouse.
"I seem to feel I can trust you to know when it is not alright anymore."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:00 pm
Breathing out in a sigh, Toulouse turned to rub against Pasayo’s hand. He couldn’t believe that she was actually touching him. The teen pressed a kiss to the center of that dark palm.
“I’m glad you trust me.” Toulouse whispered into Pasayo’s hand, thrilled that she was so comfortable with him. “Are you frightened of the kissing? I’ll stop if you are. Just tell me to stop and I will.” Granted, Toulouse didn’t want to stop. He felt that he could go on holding Pasayo for the rest of forever and be content.
Toulouse reached up to brush a few strands of pink hair out of Pasayo’s face, in the process grazing over her bosom inadvertently. The teen blushed and ignored that very accidental, very intimate touch. To hide his embarrassment, Toulouse kissed Pasayo again.
“You really, really need to be getting home Pasayo.” It was obvious by the way that Toulouse kept kissing Pasayo that he didn’t want her to leave at all. Finally, he placed his hands gently of Pasayo’s shoulders and drew her back to almost an arms length. His head felt dull and fuzzy while his brain kept asking him why he didn’t just keep kissing the pretty girl in front of him. Toulouse shook his head slowly as if to shoo away some errant thoughts.
“We better stop.” He said finally almost in a confused way. What was he doing? Toulouse felt odd but wasn’t sure if it was because he had just been kissing Pasayo senseless or…something else.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:21 pm
Even though it was just a very brief touch across her bosom, something that most people would not even register, Pasayo's body trembled slightly thanks to her heightened sense of awareness that surrounded the pair at the moment. The shiver made her whole body adjust inside Toulouse's grip, moving still closer to him, though it was out of reaction instead of desired want,. At this rate she would be laying on him more than simply being in his arms, though that came apart when he pushed her, albeit gently, away from him.
Pasayo could not explain why she too felt like there was something wrong with her, something that made her want more and more of this attention, and that was what was frightening her far more than the kisses that Toulouse placed upon her mouth and skin. It felt like she was affecting the other somehow with something completely unknown, but it would be a while before she could figure the source out.
"I...yes. Something seems to be wrong."
Honestly she was a little glad they had stopped, since she was not sure how much further proper etiquette would allow her to go before marriage, not that kissing was even allowed but she let it slide because of how she felt at the moment. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, however, she she breathed in an out as she tried to calm herself from the excitement.
"Perhaps...I should try and call Master? I am afraid I do not know where I am - my legs carried me here before I could realize where I was heading."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:58 pm
The couple in the front of the store were not the only ones affected by the strange atmosphere that had seemed to descend in a thick cloud throughout the entire shop. Garett was currently pushed up against the counter being physically assaulted by Dorian.
“Dorian what are you--” Garett had barely opened his mouth before it was covered with Dorian’s. The older man had to work himself away from the other before he could say anything else. Not happy with this, Dorian simply clung on almost deliriously.
“C’mon Gary. Please kiss me! Please, please!” Dorian was beside himself with trying to eat away at Garett’s exposed neck with his mouth. His tongue ran out in quick flashes. He was only a human after all.
“Stop this nonsense immediately Dorian.” Garett replied not in the least perturbed by the kissing. He felt something was going on but not what. He felt whatever-it-was just barely tickling on the outside of his brain. The brunette had to physically shove the other away before he managed to wriggle out of the back kitchen.
“Toulouse what in the world is going on?” Garett asked almost dispassionately bored as he fended on Dorian’s blushing advances and pleas for a kiss. He looked in the direction of Toulouse and Pasayo with milky white eyes.
The Ashe didn’t answer the older man, nor did he even glanced at the besotted Dorian. He was too busying trying not to grab at Pasayo again. It seemed that in the seconds that he had pulled away, some kind of compelling force was trying to urge him back against Pasayo. The air felt thicker somehow and the only way to ease it would be to kiss Pasayo again. How did that make sense? Toulouse shook his head again slowly, ruefully.
Unwillingly Toulouse felt his back bend as he rested his head on Pasayo’s shoulder again. What in the world was going on. He had wanted to kiss Pasayo but these thoughts flitting through his head were something that he definitely did not want to do to Pasayo.
Unsure of how to fight whatever was trying to control him, Toulouse gritted his teeth and jammed his hands into his pockets to keep them from roaming. He ignored Garett’s other confused questions as he gripped the little chain in his pocket that Piero had given him. Most of the time it served to calm him down but now it was just a cold piece of metal in the face of the room’s heat.
“It might…be a very good idea if you called Piero right now.” Toulouse said quietly while telling himself not to touch Pasayo further.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:23 pm
Pasayo nodded her head, seemingly not as affected as the others in the room by whatever was causing this strange occurrence, and she was about to ask where the telephone was when the door to the shop quickly swung open and a loud voice boomed into the area. It did not sound angry, despite being as loud as it was, and it was most certainly that of a female.
"Oi, Pasa! Where are ye hidin' at? I know yer 'ere, so come out a'fore I 'ave ta go in an' get ye."
The voice echoed and was followed by the sound of another, this one younger perhaps and male, and that voice seemed to be trying to calm the first one down to little success. The first voice merely barked back several insults, and Pasayo's posture quickly stiffened as the voices seemed to be getting closer. Her face paled too and her hands went right away to her shoulders, her sleeves pulled up properly.
"Ye shut it, or ye'll be gettin' in the same trouble. Yer lucky I dinnae wake yer brother up or we'd all be gettin' an earful o' this. I mean, just look at it, so much o' this 'round 'ere that it's got folks in a tizzy."
The voices finally drew in close enough that the speakers could be seen, and Pasayo's mouth parted slightly as her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight. Before her stood a very peeved looking Rown and a rather upset looking Houkan, both flushed in the face from running perhaps, and the older girl put her hands on her shoulders.
"Oi! Ye, old guy! What is the meanin' o' this? Ye steal Pasa or somethin'?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:45 pm
The golden Ashe barely registered the two walking into the shop. He was still very focused on not touching Pasayo and his attention couldn’t be spared elsewhere. Toulouse felt a very subtle working of magic through the air but it was so soft that he couldn’t identify the source. The teen merely expelled a breath of air trying to calm himself before addressing anyone.
“That‘s me.” Garett huffed at Rown, cheeks red from the exertion of having to keep Dorian off of him. Finally fed up with the boy’s groping, he hauled off and smacked the back of the salt-and-pepper head. “Back to the kitchen this instant Dorian. I mean it.” Spell or no, Dorian obeyed and slunk of to the back of the store while eyeing Garett with an open lust.
“Well now.” Garett began in his characteristic dulcet accent again as he approached Rown, not caring that she had just called him an ‘old man.’ “I certainly didn’t steal anyone. What reason would I have to do such a silly thing? That girl came running in here this morning very upset. I can’t understand why.” Eyeing Rown, Garett had a bit of an idea what could have upset Pasayo. Rown seemed to be a tad frightening with her loud voice and vaguely brogue-ish accent.
“My name is Garett by the way. Garett Conroy.” Garett held out his hand to Rown, hoping to placate her loud noise. He may have been blind but it seemed that he was able to stretch his arm in the general direction of Rown. “Do you happen to know what is going on or is this just some great lark that’s not very funny?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:06 pm
"I dinnae ask yer name, but I'll take it none-the-less."
Rown did not reach out to take the hand, instead turning her gaze to the two figures on the couch. She crossed her arms, the fingers of her massive gloves settling into the corners of her elbows, and a deep frown permeated her lips. Behind her Houkan was panting slightly, obviously not having an easy of a time in whatever this was that Rown and Garett seemed to be doing, though he did not look like he wanted to be pouncing on anyone.
It should be noted that despite the clear chill in the air, the coldness of winter having already set in thanks to the late month, Rown was dressed extremely out of place in a bikini and cowboy boots. She wore a cowboy hat on her head, one that sported a rather large pair of ram horns, and her alchemists gloves that ran up to her shoulders. Comparatively Houkan was behind her and dressed for the elements, actually wearing something that was not Victorian in style. It instead was a simple hooded sweatshirt - a blue one, and some jeans that looked like they had not been worn in quite a while.
"Girlie, get up an' get ready ta go. Yer Master isn't gonnae be pleased wit' all o' this, but 'e'll get over it sure enough."
She reached her hand down and pulled Pasayo from where she had been sitting, causing the girl to cry out softly and the strange feeling in the room to increase. Rown's brow curled down a bit in frustration as she shook Pasayo by the arm, getting her attention in the best way she could.
"Now ye knock it off, all o' this is 'cause yer gettin' upset. Calm down an' we'll talk all o' this over when we get 'ome. An' ye, blondie. Best be keepin' yer lips an' 'ands to yerself from now on, girlie 'ere's got some nice strawberries formin'. Ye wanna explain that ta me?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:28 pm
Thinking that he had somehow missed from his lack of sight, Garett merely turned and placed his hands on his hips as Rown rushed by him. It was a very good thing that he could not see her outfit for he probably would have politely asked her to leave from lack of pants. Dorian would probably have a rampant fit at the sight of the woman. Good thing he was in the kitchen.
Although Rown was dressed strangely, Toulouse didn’t look at her and all but snarled possessively when Pasayo was grabbed from him. The blond reached back for Pasayo and pulled her down so that she was pressed to the couch separated from Rown by his body. He couldn't seem to think clearly. Everything was fuzzy and the air had a heady scent of lilacs drifting on it. Toulouse tried to shake off the feelings but felt himself drowning in sea of want.
“Go away. She‘s mine.” Toulouse growled dramatically clutching Pasayo closer. His blue eyes were clouded and it seemed that he had successfully been caught by whatever spell had been cast. Having had such a thing unexpectedly cast on him, Toulouse had no way of combating it and was taken over easily.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:42 pm
"If you knew what would good for you, you would let her go now Toulouse."
It was Houkan who spoke after Toulouse yanked Pasayo out of Rown's arms and back to his side, and he moved to step between his elder cousin and the pair on the couch, his arm stretched out to block Rown from any movements. It was good that he had done this, the woman behind him now posed with her hands together like she was about to do something quite illegal in all states and countries, and he frowned deeply.
"If you do not let her ago I am afraid that we will have to take her back by force, causing injury to her, and then you will most likely be forbidden from seeing her again. My cousin and elder brother are not as forgiving as I am, though I can see this situation is most likely a huge misunderstanding."
It was strange that Houkan seemed to be the calmest, most collected out of the group save for Garett.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:34 pm
“Hou…kan?” Toulouse asked blearily as he gave his head another shake. It worked momentarily as he realized that what he was doing was bad. The thought stopped there as he was once again engulfed by Pasayo’s scent. Toulouse moaned almost in pain as he pressed his face against the other Ashe’s shoulder. He was supposed to being doing something, but what was it…? He couldn’t remember and could only seem to focus on the feel of Pasayo underneath him. Toulouse wanted to kiss her again and again. He shuddered to stop himself, half out of his mind.
As he listened to the sounds of his niece’s charge, Garett’s mind was slowly clicking away. “Bloody charm.” He nearly spat out the words as he realized that the spell was one of instant lust. Obviously. He wondered if Rown and Houkan knew what was going on.
Rolling his eyes with another ‘bloody charm’ whispered under his breath, Garett sidled past the irate Rown and the seemingly calm Houkan. The brunette groped for Toulouse before giving the Ashe a savage pinch. Garett twisted the soft flesh of the boy’s hip eliciting a yelp from the said pinched. It seemed that he knew what it was doing.
That tiny instant of pain was all Toulouse needed for a second of utter clarity. He realized what he was doing, knew it was wrong, and saw Rown and Houkan for the very first time. Suddenly, Toulouse’s eyes glowed with a fierce light as his aura ignited around him to bring up a protective magical barrier that was first lost in the face of the charm. An unknown wind swept through the room, washing away the scent of lilacs and replacing it with the fresh scent of a spring that had yet to come.
With the feelings of that strange passion gone, Toulouse scooted off of Pasayo and sat on the other end of the couch with his head between his knees. He held back the urge to vomit as he wondered what on earth had happened and why it had affected him so easily. Was the spell stronger because he liked Pasayo already without it?
There was a shout from the kitchen followed by the sound of Dorian knocking something breakable to the floor.
“Don’t kill him please.” Garett said coolly to Houkan, meaning Toulouse, as he walked to see what nonsense Dorian had gotten himself into the. The wind had obviously knocked out the spell. Curious.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 10:24 pm
"Rest assured I cannot kill him while we are here."
There was a strange statement in Houkan's words, mainly with the whole 'here' bit, almost to say that he could easily dispose of Toulouse were they all somewhere else. Somewhere, perhaps, like his home and its land. There would be no doubt of what Houkan could do while they were there, his power probably not what many would think it was, thought knowing his personality it was doubtful he would actually try anything.
"Are you both feeling better now? Pasayo, you look like you have seen better days and are suffering for it. You, Toulouse, look like you have just eaten something spoiled. Both of you get up and walk it off, you look pathetic."
Was he...commanding them even? It was so odd and out of place for the kind and gentle mannered youth that Pasayo knew, but as the young woman looked to him and noticed the silver around his eyes had increased yet again, this time to his eyelashes, she swallowed and felt the need to obey and rose to her feet. Her night gown clung to her as she did, her hair falling about her shoulders and back to hide anything that may have shown through the sheer fabric, and she bowed her head downwards.
"Master...."
"Oi, old man. Ye did pretty well ta know it was charm in this 'ere area affectin' 'em all. I'm impressed ye kept yer head too, what with 'ow much of it was goin' round."
Rown placed her hands on her hips as she watched Houkan deal with the two Ashe on the couch, their well being no longer her concern. Instead she was very interested in how this seemingly mild man could know the cause of the disturbance and even how to possibly get it to break up without having to try much.
"What's yer secret?"
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