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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 10:44 am
He heard her fall and he winced, glowing eyes closing. Guilt and hurt making his head hang, shoulders hunching. This sucked. Not only did he feel absolutely terrible now, but he didn't know what to do. He'd fought with his ex all the time, but this was different, harder. He and Ryoko had been together for well over a year, but he'd never loved her. She'd had his attention certainly, he'd liked her well enough, but he'd never cared for her anywhere close to how he cared for Junko. Fights with Rypko didn't mean anything, because she didn't mean anything.
Why'd he have to care so damn much? Life was a lot less complicated when he and Junko had just been having fun. Then he had to go an develop feelings.. He sighed, rubbing his forehead with the backs of his hands.
The shadow moved, and he watched as she approached his room, hesitating at the door as if she wasn't welcome. It made his chest tight and he almost reached out to her. She;d stepped forward again before he'd had the chance though. She looked so miserable, like how he felt. This really really sucked. She hovered uncertainly for a moment before taking a set on the foot of the bed, back to him. Small hands running mindlessly through her hair for some semblance of comfort. The tension in the air between them was thick enough to choke on.
Maybe it was selfish of him, but he'd wanted her to come to him this time. Not the other way around. She'd yelled at him, hurt him, and he wasn't going to just turn around pretend it was okay. She had come after him though, and that did count for something. Sighing her dropped one of his hands down to his side before reaching out to brush the bend of his knuckle along the back of her arm.
He'd always be there for her, always.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:22 am
She continued to pet at her hair, though she wasn't exactly mindless. Her mind was throwing ideas everywhere. Things she could do, things she could say; anything at all that Junko could do to lighten the heavy tension that had fallen between them. She loved him so much...she couldn't lose him. Not to a stupid fight, not to anything. She sniffled and slowed in her petting to just stare at a small section of hair that had wrapped itself around her wrist. It wasn't a particularly strong grip but it was something. It always knew when to comfort her, though this time holding her wrist wasn't going to work. Junko tensed when she felt his touch, glancing down at the black knuckles brushing against her arm. She bit down on her lip and scoot closer again, shaking fingers curling around his wrist. Junko swallowed hard and held..the wrist of the hand she was holding. She was nervous for a new reason now.
Junko tugged her hand free of the hair and held the end of it, pursing her lips as her fingers slid along his hand until she could hold it in a way that spread his clawed fingers, holding the index finger tightly. She glanced up at him a moment, long enough to see his face before she moved his hand so the clawed finger was near her hair. Junko shivered. Just...just one quick snap should do...
She closed her eyes and pulled up on his hand so the claw cut cleanly through the hair, trying not to whimper at the tug and release of tension and the sound of hair being sliced. It's okay! It's okay! This was on purpose! But her hands were shaking as she released his hand to quickly dig around for the red ribbon she kept in her sleeve for times she wanted to pull her hair back in a hurry. The ribbon was tied around the clump of hair, a good five inches of it, and the hair was held out to him. Junko sniffled, tears still running down her cheeks and her entire body still trembling. "I'msorry." She said again, pursing her lips after that. She was sorry. She was so, so sorry. "I...I just..." Junko wasn't sure what to say. No, that was a lie. She knew what to say, just not how to say it. She didn't want to talk anymore..talking was why this had happened. Honestly the ghoul should have her speaking privileges revoked for all eternity after what she just did. She clamped her mouth shut again and just held the offered hair closer to him. Cutting it had been so hard..this particular bit of hair would never move again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:08 pm
Small fingers curled around his hand and he glanced up finally to see her face. The expression he found there making his throat tight. She looked so fragile, almost terrified, and undeniably miserable. Jack, he hated to see that look on her face, but before he could do or say anything to fix it she'd slid her fingers down along his hand and lifted it so a sharp finger was pressing along a length of dark hair. He had dark brows pinching in confusing. "Junko, what are you doing, don't do that."
Human fingers lifted as if her would catch her hand, but she pulled his clawed fingers up to slice cleanly through a thick lock of dark hair before he could catch her. "J! What the jack?" Glowing red eyes had gone wide as he watched the hair falling back to her side, dark fingers tensing within her soft grasp. Why did she do that?! The very thought of her hair being cut had always sent her into a panic, so what in Jack's name was she doing? He could feel her hand shaking around his before he'd released him. "Why would you do that?"
He watched her as she tied a ribbon around the lock of hair and offered it out to him, his expression down right startled as he took it from her. Thumb smoothing along the soft length before he set it on the bed beside him, carefully. She was apologizing again, and tears were glittering on her cheeks when he looked back up at her.
This time he didn't even think about but simply reached out to pull her into his arms and tightly against his chest. Face burying in warmth of her neck, and after a moment he pulled her into his lap completely so she was enveloped in his arms. "You didn't have to do that, stupid." There was absolutely no weight behind the name calling. It was just such an extreme thing for her to do, and she hadn't had to go that far for him to forgive her. Yes, he'd been mad, but he would have gotten over it. it wasn't as though they both hadn't been snapping at each other.
He did appreciate it though. Knowing what it cost her to do that, he couldn't help but appreciate it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:09 pm
She was trembling as he held the hair and put it aside, having completely ignored his protests and questions on what she was doing and why was she doing it. She'd done it...she'd cut her hair. Oh, Jack! She'd cut her hair! It seemed to hit her then and she tried desperately not to start hyperventilating about it. It was a good thing he'd grabbed and held her, it really helped hold back the incoming panic attack as she threw her arms around him and buried her face into his shoulder, whimpering and crying against him. She was more than happy to let him pull her onto his lap as well, draping her legs over one side with her arms wrapped around his neck. It was clear by how tightly she was holding him that she refused to let go anytime soon without a damn good reason. And it had to be really Jacking good. Like, he was on fire or something.
When he called her stupid she merely coughed against his shoulder and pressed a kiss against it. Yeah, she was very stupid. She knew this already. She was a stupid, ditzy little airhead with a tendency to take things the wrong way. Junko pressed kiss after kiss against his shoulder and throat, even throwing in the occasional nibble, anything to make him happy. "It's...for when I'm not around..." She managed to get out, sitting up straight and rubbing her eyes. She didn't like crying especially in front of someone...especially in front of Seiji. Granted it was mostly because of him but the point remained, Junko didn't want to cry anymore. Not in front of him. "I-I was out of line...yelling. I...I just..." Junko whimpered and forced herself to stop talking about it, wanting to just drop it.
"Can we...lay down? I'm tired..." Well, sort of. She wanted to cuddle, to touch him and feel him, to have his cool body snuggled lovingly against hers. She wanted to be selfish.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 10:32 am
He could feel the harsh raise and fall of her chest as her breathing sped and he curled his arms around her all the tighter. Silly ghoul, she'd gotten all worked up, and then gone and cut her hair. Whatever the reason, deliberate or not, she couldn't not react to it. "Junko, Breath." She was going to hyperventilate is she didn't control her breathing, and that would only make things so much worse. She was already upset, they both were, and a panic attack would have just been cruel icing on the cake.
There was a strength in her arms as she clung to him that was surprising, and he brought his human hand up to smooth along her hair until fingers slid within that dark warmth to cup the back of her neck as lay her lips against his bare shoulder. Those gray digits tensing when she moved to include his throat, nibbling gently against cool skin. Goosebumps raising along his arms. That... Was unexpected. "Mm." Not quite an answer, but he'd already figured out what the lock of hair was meant to be. "You didn't have to do that," he repeated again, but there wasn't a whole lot of conviction in his voice.
As she began to apologize again he frowned at her, leaning in to lay his lips against her's even as she trailed off. Silencing any further attempts to apologize for something he was quickly losing his anger for. It had been out of line, pricking at him, but it wasn't something worth lingering on. She'd already said her sorries.
The kiss broke, and he nudged his nose along her cheek as she asked about laying down. Of course they could. Without a word the boil crawled back further onto the bed, pulling Junko along with him until they were curled in the middle of it. His strong arms still wrapped around her possessively. If he had the option he'd never let her go.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 6:11 pm
Right. Breathing...what was breathing? She couldn't remember what it was until she felt Seiji's arms tighten around her and his voice breathed against her ear, making her practically melt against him. It really did help calm the oncoming panic attack al it was a very good thing he did that. Junko breathed in deeply though her breath did still shake ever so slightly until she was used to breathing again. She did have to do what she did. He could tell her she didn't all he wanted but Junko needed to give him a physical symbol of love and trust other than just a silly school emblem. What better way than to do something as drastic as cutting a few inches of her own hair? It was just five inches...it would grow back. She just had to ignore that that part of her hair was..clearly cut.
She never relented her tight hold on him even as he suddenly kissed her and made her heart flutter helplessly. He was kissing her! That was definitely a sign of forgiveness, right? It had to be. Oh, Jack she loved his kisses. The ghoul purred and leaned into the kiss, trying to steal a second one. She didn't want him to ever stop kissing her. Not ever. As he moved back she closed her eyes and cuddled against him, essentially curling around the boil as he laid down with her in his arms. It was a tight hold and almost literally suffocating but she didn't care; Junko didn't want him to let her go. She nuzzled her face into his chest and pressed her fingers against his back. She still sniffed and shuddered but only occasionally, generally beginning to calm down now that he was holding her and letting her hold him. Junko curled up against him for a moment before she leaned back enough that she could watch him without forcing herself out of his tight hold on her. She didn't want him to let her go. She quietly raked her nails down his arm, pressing and digging the tips until they left crescent shaped dig marks into his skin. Her eyes flickered toward his face every now and then to see how he would react to it; wasn't this kind of thing something Seiji liked?
Junko's hand slipped under his arm to give his side the same treatment even with his shirt in the way, leaning in again to tuck her head under his chin. The scratches became rubbing circles into his side, giving him as much of a massage as she could laying on her side curled around him with his arms holding her like an ice cold blanket.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:39 am
As she began the calm his own frayed nerves seemed to settle as well, and though he didn't need to breath he drew a breath so he could sigh. Shoulders sagging as he cuddled her against his chest with his chin resting against the top of her head gently. This was so much better then the yelling. He was staring at the doors of his closet as they lay, the gears of his mind still restlessly turning even as his human fingers danced in soft little comforting circles along Junko's back. That had been their first fight, and it had been a big one. Not huge, but more then simply bickering, and really, had they reached any sort of conclusion? Neither had conceded the others point, and though he hoped it wasn't true, he had to imagine this to be something that could very well come back up between them.
He wouldn't get the chance to dwell on such foreboding thoughts now, not as Junko shifted in his arms to look up at him. Delicate little hands sliding from his back to his shoulders before the sharp bite of her nails rather suddenly raked along his biceps. A shudder running through him as his eyes rolled, a useless breath catching in his throat before easing out in the helpless question of her name. What was she doing?
Oh ya, Seiji definitely liked the sting of nails along his skin, along with countless other pseudo-violent little things. Things junko was discovering more of every time they had a chance for any sort of intimacy. She had an open mind, a willingness try, and apparently a rather solid little memory for the things that would make his toes curl. Cruel ghoul, very cruel. Was she trying to distract him? It was working. "Junko, what are y-" His voice cut off in an appreciative little grunt as her nails dug into his side. His arms tensing and tightening around her even as the press of nails became the comforting roll of her fingertips against his muscles.
Perhaps it was her plan to distract him away from anymore talk of the waiver, not that he'd been planning on bringing it up again, and if so it was a very good plan. Human fingertips pressed into her back, mimicking the her touch at his side. Head dipping so he could brush the tip of her ear with his lips.
What fight?
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