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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:02 pm
He paused at the invitation, but eventually acquiesced and sat next to her. Lanna perked at the bouncy motion of the bed but continued her ravaging of the snacks regardless. Mmmmmmmm~
The zomboil classed his hands in his lap, staring down at them for what felt like ages. How could he begin the tale? He opened and closed his mouth several times like a gaping fish before he could find a thread to begin unravelling the long tale. Mort spoke of his time in the desert wasteland of Famine, where the plants were hostile but the people friendly enough in their underground tunnels, how alchemy had not gone quite as well as he'd liked but it had been interesting to learn nonetheless. Then he spoke of his week in the treetops of War, where he felt the exhilaration of finding his mount and taming it after hours in the jungle, and how Kithka the tortoise was a strangely suitable mount for the joust afterwards in spite of her rocky beginnings.
And all the while he'd seemed to be getting more animated as he spoke, for those two weeks had been good ones. His adventures with Taryn and the prospective Rafe in the sand, his encounter with the mysterious Famine horseman and how shd gifted him a new brain, his bro time with Kettil and how they exuded swag and collected a nice group around them - Mort truly was smiling b the time he finished.
And then the smile vanished, for he remembered how the Hunters had taken that all away from him. Darkly he recollected to Bella how they'd found a mysterious door in the Death isle that led to runic tiles and a host of Hunters. How they fought until the room began to collapse around them, whereupon Mort had somehow managed to escape to a portal to War - and straight into another fight in another runic tiled room. And from there the room too collapsed until they were all stationed in Famine, fighting on a massive scale until again they were pulled through a portal to a new island - one in the sky, tethered to the main isles below. A war had been fought there, the Hunter leaders and the figurehead Horsemen amongst the hunters and students as they fought.
And there he stopped because his mouth felt dry and the next event in the timeline was hard to speak of.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:29 pm
To say it surprised Belladonna that Mort actually opened up and began talking about his time would be a bit of an understatement as the witch had been prepared to pull some teeth... In a metaphorically sense, of course. But when Mort opened up and actually related his time on the Islands, she couldn't help but smile along with him. And though it was hard not to squeal 'A joust? You jousted! Like a real Dark Knight?!' and fake swoon for him, or question him over the details of his new brain as well as the outfits the Clansmen wore, she did her best and only let a few "Oh's!" or "And then what?"s slip out. It was unavoidable, but Mort didn't seem to mind, so Belladonna didn't feel badly over it. So finally, when the story started to get a little worse, the witch dropped off her little encouragements and eventually stopped reacting altogether. What was it with these Hunters? Belladonna understood that their mission was to kill Halloweeners, but still... Was it necessary? What would it gain? Now that Mort had stopped smiling, the witch felt the chill of the dorm again and pulled her blanket tighter. And when Mort stopped talking altogether, Belladonna knew that the story wasn't over. It couldn't be over. What had happened after that? But the look on his face made her pause. She gave him a moment as she looked down to Lanna, who she handed a few more candies to. Any more and the thing would get sick, so Belladonna closed the box and set it aside. She looked back over at Mort, but he hadn't said anything. So the witch took a deep breath and prepared herself. The worst was yet to come and surely something absolutely terrible had happened. With a slight hesitation, she reached out a hand and placed it on top of his. Her fingers curled around his softly, but with a firmness that said "I'm not going anywhere, and besides, you're safe now". It didn't matter if he shook her hand off or if he only let it stay to make her feel better, it was still the thought that counted... "...Then what?" She asked softly, her pink eyes trained on his face as she waited. This was awful, but there was so little she could do and that seemed much worse...
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:40 pm
"Th-Then . . ." He almost stopped again, but the warmth of her hand in his gave him the energy to continue. Squeezing it slightly, he spoke of how their war was suddenly stopped by a sudden fusillade of explosions beneath their island, how the Isles were destroyed by fire and runic magic until there was nothing but FEAR particles. How that FEAR, the screams of the fallen that were laid to waste, had coalesced into a terrible Phoenix bird, bound by Insanity that threatened to destroy Halloween if it got through the home portal. The howls of the self-righteous Hunters as they revealed in their damn victory.
The island had fallen into a sea of Insanity and mist, and yet they all still fought: the phoenix, the Hunters, hell at once point Mort vaguely remembered being overtaken by such rage that he had clawed at Hel even. Everyone was trying to murder everyone else in a bloodrage as the whispers clawed at them. Mort shook slightly as he recounted, knowing full well that he could still hear the wordless voices in the back of his mind. And then clarity: push the bird back before it got through the portal. The students had overwhelmed the phoenix so tat it had gone through the Hunter's portal instead, and from there things got hazy. He remembered stepping back home, seeing a status of something with long stoney hair being dragged off by the Boogeymen, a ceremony inducting the remnants of the Horseman to Halloween in a reservation . . . and then blackness until he was back in his room.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:38 pm
With her hand in his, Belladonna listened, her eyes wide as her imagination raced with images of what it must have been like to have been there. Her fingers pressed into his a little harder as the story continued and she knew the worst was yet to come. But she took a deep breath and waited and listened and tried to be brave. Mort had had to be brave on his own, so now she could at least be a little bit brave for him and be here for him now. The image of the phoenix and the idea of Insanity confused and intrigued the witch all at once, but she did not interrupt him, make a sound or even move. That is, until Mort told her that the Islands had been destroyed and devoured by Insanity. The hand that was not in Mort's covered her mouth and stifled the little gasp that had tried to escape. The Islands were gone? But how could that be... The Four Clans were such magnificent specimens of FEAR. How could this Insanity and these Hunters be so powerful as to destroy that? On some horrifically vain level, Belladonna was sad for her inability to visit the Islands. They sounded like such wonderful places of learning and excitement and now they were gone... That was so much history gone too. And certainly people had died in that battle... Her heart sank even lower and for a moment she was lost, not sure what else to do. The witch had heard the noise of the induction ceremony earlier, but she hadn't known what it had been for until now... And what of that long, stone-haired statue? Had that been a student? Belladonna hoped not as she wasn't sure how anyone could say goodbye to a friend and loved on after that... It was all so terrible. Unsure of what else to do, the witch squeezed Mort's hand once and looked up at him. "I am so sorry." Her eyebrows puckered over her eyes that threatened to water. It wasn't fair that such a kind boil was always thrown into such ruthless situations. And why hadn't Belladonna been there to help? Because she was a coward and had feared to come back to the school for this very reason. But how else could she help if she didn't return... "Is the... Is the Insanity what you were talking about with the disease?" She asked, but was unable to look at him any longer. So instead, she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand still in his. It felt a little traitorous with Mort so upset by all this, but Belladonna couldn't help but feel a little, very small bit of joy in the fact that she could hold his hand.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:40 pm
The whispers rose for a moment, making what Bella said fuzzy as he fought to push them back down and the anxiety that they gave them. Remember where you are, he told himself. In your room, with a ghoul, telling her a horrible story, with her hand in yours and her head on your shoulder -
- what. Had he any means of a living heart, it would have been pumping up a storm and caused him to flush, heat up, sweat even. Wat is this he didn't even. How did it even get like this? She probably hated the cold touch of death - for Jack's sake, he was a corpse! Most didn't like the smell, least of all the feel. Or the taste Oh Sweet Sally WHY WAS HE GOING THERE AGH THIS WAS WRONG. But she looked like she was about to cry, and the whispers were bothersome and couldn't let him think of what to say, what if, what if -
Lanna, in the meanwhile, felt the stressed atmosphere and whined softly after she finished licking her lips of chocolate. With the ghoul's tilted posture her head was a bit closer and, demanding more love, tried to reach her face on two paws. Failing that, she scurried to Mort's lap and tried it to him, having about the same amount of success. What was gong onnnnnnnn, you guyssssssss? She plopped herself in Mort's lap and looked up at them curiously, though the zomboil couldn't bear to look at Lanna still.
The motion at least got him to speak again. "Y-Yeah . . ." Would she be too frightened to stick around? What if Insanity was contagious, and the longer Belladonna stayed here the more she put herself at risk? He swallowed. "I-I . . . thinks it stayed a-after," he mumbled as a confession. "Whispers. V-Voices n' mind don't stop, like water running river. Cannot hear what s-saying . . . But always there."
Please don't think I'm crazy. Please don't think I'm crazy.
"M-Make afraid've things should not, make . . . make doubts come like corrividus on corpse, o-one after other, no stop. Suspicion, p-paranoid, did not want leave room . . . W-Wanted make voices stop, but can't . . ." And he clenched his teeth again because the emotion he had been suppressing in this time of pure uncertainty was threatening to overwhelm him. And that wouldn't be manly, man.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 1:07 pm
As it always seemed to be with Belladonna in matters where Mort was concerned, it was probably best that she couldn't read his thoughts at the moment. Or even pick up on his feelings since he had no heart to speak of and no blood to warm him skin either. Not that the cold bothered her. It was mostly the chill in the air that crept into her skin, rather then the lack of warmth that came from Mort. But maybe it would have been better, at least for right now, for Belladonna to have been able to read his mind, because she would have told him she didn't mind his touch at all (she rather liked it and had thus refused to move her hand or head) and as for the smell... Well, she wasn't sure how or why, but the witch found it comforting and even pressed her nose cautiously against the flesh of his shoulders very quickly, just to take in an extra whiff. It made her heart beat stupidly hard and the witch instantly felt guilty for whatever feeling was running through her, so she only tightened her grip on his hand and angled her head so that she could look up at him as he spoke. Or, at least she had for a moment before Lanna got all sorts of jumpy around them and Belladonna sat up quickly, and with her extra free hand, tucked Lanna into the side that faced away from Mort. "Sh! We're listening to Mort, ok? After we'll cuddle." The witch had just meant her and Lanna, but well... Lanna was Mort's pet and if he wanted to join in on the cuddles... She certainly didn't have a problem with that.ll Hush you shameless hussy! He doesn't even want that, especially not from you. You're friends !!, her mind mentally scolded, so after Lanna was tucked away, Belladonna replaced her head on Mort's shoulder and peered up at him. Well, that and she took the oppourtunity to scoot a little closer to him too so she wasn't awkwardly leaning across an empty space to reach his shoulder. Yet when he mentioned voices, the witch froze. For a second her mind seized up and her fingers shook in his. A flash of her own bout with insanity ran screaming through her mind and it took her another second before she was able to refocus on what was going on and what he was saying. "They'll stop..." She said so softly it seemed that if she spoke any louder, she might shatter something. What, she didn't know. "You're not crazy... But they will stop...It might take a week or so, but they'll stop... I'm sure of it." A long pause where she took a deep breath and released the stillness in her hand, replacing it with a gentle squeeze to Mort's. "I know what's it like... To have voices in your head. Weird suspicions, that feeling like if you leave your room you'll... I dunno... Break apart at the seams." She paused. Oops, metaphors for zombies were sometimes literal. "When I went to the Island... I guess... I guess that's what happened to me too... But..." And here she paused for a longer moment, swallowing slowly before she braved another glance up at him. "It will get better. It won't last forever... And until you're ready to leave your room... I can bring you food. Your pets too. I can't cook or anything, but I can get stuff from the Creepteria... Better food, not just candy bars..." She let out a tiny chuckle but felt guilty about that too, so she cut it off. Her eyes found his clenched jaw and the hand that held Lanna twitched, but she wasn't sure... Could she overstep these bounds? If she just reached up and touched the underside of his jaw, just to release a little of that tension... Would that be too much?
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:58 pm
Whiiiiiiiine went the foxfire, her little wings fluttering anxiously as she was pushed off to the side, held back only because a hand was still on her. What were they doing that she couldn't join in?
If Mort knew the answer, maybe he wouldn't have been so conflicted. Or maybe the conflicting feelings would have simply been magnified. Either way this felt wrong on so many different levels, and his mind raced so fast that he could barely remember what Belladonna was saying: only that she was right there, like seriously right there, her gaze on him like a burning ray from the pumpkin sun, and that was bad because he felt like a bomb counting down to some unknown explosion, tik, tok, tik, tok -
"You don't have to," he muttered, hating the idea of being like a shut-in pet she'd have to visit until he felt like doing things on his own. "Don't. W-will fend for self."
Her head right there, face right there, flesh right there -
He closed his eyes for a moment as if it did him any good against thoughts. But at least there was nothing but blackness to look at here. Slowly he took her already held hand into both of his and sandwiched it, just enjoying the warmth he held as he unclenched his teeth. Maybe the chill of death wasn't what it was all cut out to be. The feeling of a heartbeat between your fingers was like nothing else in this realm: rhythmic, predictable as the clock with its beats, its -
Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. A hand to feed on, so willingly offered. The taste of Buttered Fingers wasn't enough. This Hunter wouldn't get away, no, Mr. Boomerang was not going to flail away so easily this time . . . Rend the skin off his smug face and see who was smiling then! Did human flesh taste like cockatrice, Mort wondered hungrily, or was it a different meat altogether? His stomach rumbled at the very thought of the delicacy he had let slip between his fingers -
And then he forced his eyes open again for the zomboil learned then that his imagination was not to be trusted. Realizing he had been increasing the pressure on Belladonna's hand throughout the short fantasy, he quickly let it go; the warmth was quickly sapped out of his hands without contact. "Thanks for coming, though," he said, wishing he could get up without disturbing her before he did something worse than simply fantasize about eating a fellow student. "Ah . . . hope was not too lonely. Did not send's many pictures a-as thought could, but . . ." He trailed off, unable to come up with words to finish his tumultuous thoughts.
So many options presented themselves, almost all of them the wrong kind.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:10 pm
"Well of course I don't have to." The witch replied with a bit of a pout. "I want to. There's a big difference." She was put off by the 'Don't' he gave her, but she only pursed her lips like a petulant child. Because she had been looking at him, she watched his eyes close and was a little surprised to feel both his hands encircle her's, so she took his cue and closed her eyes too. Belladonna repositioned her head so that her temple rested on the curve of his shoulder and she couldn't help but snuggle a little closer. Maybe he didn't want to talk. Maybe he didn't want to have to deal with all this for right now. Sometimes it was nice just to sit and hold hands with someone. His pale hands seemed to at once be leeching the warmth from her while also making the hairs on her arms stand on edge. It was a bit exhilarating, in all honesty, because Belladonna had never really given like that. She had never been very close to any Undeads before. It had always been ghosts or demons or other reapers, maybe a monster or two, but almost never undeads. And especially not in this context. Her mind wanted to demand an answer to exactly what 'context' this was, but for the moment Belladonna was just happy to sit peacefully and feel both of Mort's hands on her's. And for a moment, the witch was content. Lanna was struggling in her grasp a little, but it was easy to just put a little pressure on the pup in a sign that meant 'Still, little one'. But moments are fleeting things and the witch opened her eyes when she felt Mort's hands squeeze closer. She looked up to him, but his eyes were still closed... Yet the pressure continued. At first it was fine, as though he were in a fight against whatever had happened and he was attempting to will the past from his mind. But the pressure just kept getting worse and worse until a spike of fear licked up her spine. The way his eyebrows were crunched together had started to worry the witch, but she jumped when his eyes snapped open and he flung her hand away. It was impossible to stop the little "oh" of mixed emotions that Belladonna said as she pulled her hand back a little. The cold vanished from her skin and though the hairs still stood on end, that was easy enough to deal with. What was worse was the deep feeling of equal parts disappointment and sorrow that had lodged itself somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. She wasn't sure if it was because she had thought she had been making progress but wasn't, or if it was something else... Oh this is just ridiculous. If you like him, you like him. If you don't, you don't. Make up your mind. Its simple. One part of her chided as she cast her eyes about in search of something to say or do. Its not that simple. The other part replied. Besides. This isn't about you right now.Which was true. So instead of continue to feel whatever dumb emotion her heart wanted to dump on her, Belladonna instead sat up a little straighter. "I'm used to lonely." She replied before she could stop it and bit her lip immediately after saying it. So much for confident... "Its ok. I would have sent some, but I didn't want to bother you." She paused and forced out a little laugh. "I always feel like I'm bothering you!" It was meant to be a joke, but it was a pretty poor one, all things considered.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:39 pm
"I don't get it."
Bothering him? How could she possibly think that? For the first time since the witch entered his room Mort actually had the guts to look at her, his brow furrowed. "Are nice, pretty, charismatic, optimistic - how can be lonely?" It just didn't add up in his mind; Bells clearly had the personality to grab herself a host of friends, yet rather than do any of that she was here.
But he remembered their last conversation and how Bells had said the trips had made her a recluse in her room until she had lost contact outside her door and feared to leave. The parallels here struck him, only he was lucky enough to have someone come by . . . And yet he was on the verge of pushing her out anyway, just because he was so Jackdamn awkward. Damn him several times over.
"Th-Think that . . . Think that if put mind to it, can do whatever want," he added, supplemented by Lanna deciding to lick Belladonna's fingers again. "Shouldn't be used to lonely. No-one should."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:26 am
For a long moment Belladonna hadn't caught on that Mort had missed the joke, which was that her joke wasn't actually a joke. It was a convoluted idea to begin with, so she didn't particularly blame him, but when he laid out all those nice compliments, the witch froze under his gaze. He posed a question that all she could reply to was, "You think I'm all those things?" It wasn't asked in a sarcastic or incredulous manner, but more with a hopeful hint. It had been a very long time since anyone had complimented her as such. Her face flushed a bright pink and after having stared at him for so long, the witch hid her eyes by casting them down to her hands. She watched Lanna lick her fingers and the foxfire was rewarded with a good scratch behind the ears. The loneliness that Belladonna suffered was a strange one. She had Binx and it was very difficult to be closer than a witch to her familiar, but at the same time... Binx was only a cat. He didn't go to school or attend classes or lose friends or visit mysterious Islands where one heard the voices of all your loved ones saying the most horrendous things to you. (Except one, and even that voice still made Belladonna feel all the more lonely.) So her loneliness was a slightly self-imposed one, but it was still... Lonely. "Its... Its just that..." The witch cast about for something to say and blurted out what came to her mind first. "That's why I'm here. You keep me un-lonely." A long pause stretched out and Belladonna whirled to face Mort, her eyebrows crinkled up in worry. "Not that I mean anything like... Um, what I meant to say is... Oh... Oh my... What I meant to say is! I hope I can keep you from being lonely too." She took a deep breath and leveled her gaze to his. (Was now a bad time to reflect on how she liked the way the dark part of his eyes highlighted the blue?) "If there's something that you want, you can put your mind to it too and achieve it. You're really inventive and creative and smart and kind and caring. So you can do whatever you want, too!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:07 am
"You're really inventive and creative and smart and kind and caring. So you can do whatever you want, too!"
"So you can do whatever you want, too!"
"Do whatever you want . . . !"
The sole sentence bounced in his cavernous head like a bat without echolocation, blind yet excited by the sounds it made as it blundered about. And when it found the idea, that one action saved for the body-length pillow in his closet, the bat encircled it and gleefully squeaked. Do it, the thing said. This was way better than a pillow. You might not get another chance.
Yet the zomboil still gave pause, afraid as a scareling under the principal's gaze as he was under hers. Boobs, that part of his mind tried to remind him as a means to calm him down, but he had no means of lowering his eyes now - her red hair was mesmerizing, a shock of color in his otherwise neutral room. A beautiful shock - but he had never thought otherwise before anyway - supplement with a now pink face. Had he the nerve, Mort would have laughed at how silly this all was, this circle of awkward he just perpetuated without thinking. Had he the power to actually think, he would've suggested letting her meet his friends; he had plenty of acquaintances as well, either through Groanspring or from the trip itself. Loneliness wasn't a problem at all.
But then, he figured, this wasn't what she was getting at. This was probably what she was never getting at. This was a different loneliness, he decided, not one that friends can simply cure. It was just like with Gene, and now the zomboil was faced with a different-and-yet-same crossroads, a difficult case or do or do not. But the ghost ghoul was far away and hadn't answered his texts, and the whispers were beginning to cloud his mind again . . .
And he was probably looking like a creeper with how long he had been staring unblinkingly at her. "Do whatever you want," she had said. Whether she meant it in the way he was thinking or not, that was what he gathered. In that long moment Mort made a split-second decision before the paranoia settled again, before the doubt could take ahold of his already fragile ego - consequences be damned: he closed the distance between them, leaned in, and kissed her on the lips.
It wasn't a graceful affair, though. Lips and teeth were not the fabric and feathers of his pillow, and the kiss might've begun a bit painfully as his teeth jarred against hers. It certainly didn't help that his nose had all but directly clashed on hers as well, or that his glasses were a bit dislodged from the collision. But in spite of the mistakes, the deed was done, and when Mort pulled away he ignored the throbbing where his teeth had bitten into his lip, merely asking in the mildest of voices, "B-Better?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:36 am
If there had been a way to further surprise the witch on his bed, it most likely would have stopped her poor heart. Yet, as it were, her heart was doing the opposite of stop, which was to beat as furiously as possible so that Belladonna was not only a lovely shade of pink, but also exuding a great deal of heat. It had all happened so quickly, yet at the same time, she had had plenty of time to close her eyes (which was very important for kissing) and take a breath so that when he pulled away she let out a very tiny "Oh!" of surprise, followed by a very breathy and bashful "Better." Upon reflection, that had not at all been what she had been trying to imply by lonely. Well, actually, yes on a certain level it was. But for the time being, she had pushed down that lonely part of herself. Or at least she thought she had. Perhaps she was giving off the desperate vibe a bit too much? Well, it really didn't matter anymore because... Holy Hecate in Hell's Hand-basket he KISSED MEEEEEEEE!!!Whatever shade of pink she had been before, it seemed to deepen as realization set in. Her eyes wide and uncertain, as though maybe he had passed out temporarily and just happened to have landed on her face, she looked up at him and despite her nerves and fear, felt all her tension break in one crystalline moment. All because of his glasses. An actual giggle bubbled out then and Belladonna smiled up at him. Her teeth bit down automatically on the spot where his had collided with her's just to keep the sensation there. Her fingers brushed against her nose as the cold fled from it and she tilted her head to one side after a moment. "Here..." She said almost above a whisper as she reached up and straightened his glasses. And since her hands were already there, she couldn't help but let her fingers trail down to lightly touch the sides of his jaw. Are all undead this chill? She wondered as she tilted her head just one more degree and leaned up to him. She didn't wonder about whether this was right or wrong or whatever else. She didn't mentally beat herself up for this or try to reflect on how this could potentially be the Insanity working its fingers through him and in a week or so he would brush her off. She didn't even bother to wonder over how this too could turn out like the others had. Belladonna simply reached up and kissed him back. Her's was slow, a bare brush of lips against his, but with enough push behind it that it still counted. She made sure not to hit his nose or skew his glasses and pulled away slowly before her eyes turned up to his and she smiled. "Better?" She questioned a little more devillishly then she should have. Ol-j-man OMG. OMG. Brb, preparing ship names.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:05 am
He tasted blood and wondered wildly for a moment if it was hers or his - and then it honestly didn't matter anymore as his senses were reflooded with the second kiss. It was an excellent way to keep the whispers to a minimum, he found. Lacking a heart to beat erratically, Mort instead had an active brain which, once she pulled away, was humming as loud as a hive of bees. There was no thought to the results of his impulsivity, or to the ghost ghoul and her not-date not so long ago, or event to the Insanity that probably had tampered with his already addled brains: no, for several seconds it was just the color red and the hint of blood, and something far sweeter than that even.
Much like when Belladonna had first pecked him on the cheek, Mort shorted out; thankfully it was brief this time and he only had a few spasms. Upon "rebooting", he bobbed his head with an almost manic grin in response: yes, yes, a thousands yesses. He was just about to extend the offer for a rematch when a large SHHHHHCKKKKK cut him off.
Apparently while they were busy, Lanna had grown annoyed with the lack of attention and hopped off the bed to investigate the basket of goodies on the table. Using her little wings and some effort, she'd manage to get her fluffbutt up top and her nose into the goodies. The sound that had interrupted Mort was the sound of Lanna ripping the paper off a Sniggers bar, and upon seeing her usually white coat covered in chocolate as she dug into it, he couldn't help but begin raucously laughing.
It wasn't just the image of the room's princess dirtying herself, it was just . . . everything. Everything seemed funny to him now, and his nervous pent up energy had to be vented somehow.
"Aaaah, bad Lanna," he with half-hearted sternness, still chuckling as he got up from the bed and pulled her off the half-gone candy bar, ignoring the minipet's flailing and whines as he pulled the towel off from around his shoulder and forcibly cleaned her down. "Forget pets be smart sometimes. Have same troubles, yes?"AyeAvast I've been trying with bad luck. "Mort" doesn't make anything sound good. XD Ah, and wait until Gene gets thrown into the mix . . .
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:23 am
When she had pulled away and watched for Mort's reaction, at first she was worried when nothing happened. He just kind of... Shuddered. That was the opposite of what she had wanted, until the witch remembered that his brain was made of electricity and she might have temporarily short-circuited him. When he came to, the grin and laughter were infectious. She smiled genuinely and giggled when he bobbed his head in agreement. Her hands freed his head and hovered over the vicinity of her heart, which she hoped would stop feeling like it was going to burst soon. And just as she was about to ask or do something (she wasn't even sure! Just... something! Anything!), a noise made the witch jump. When she whirled around, Lanna was covered in chocolate. "Oh no!" She said automatically, but paused when Mort began laughing. She couldn't help herself, but she started laughing too and squirmed off the bed after them. The blanket was still wrapped around her shoulders, but now she moved it so that it seemed more like a shawl as she sluiced a bit of chocolate off the foxfire's wing. "Sorry about that..." Belladonna said in way of apologizing for Lanna, but also for ignoring her so that this happened. "Pets are incredibly smart!" Belladonna finally chimed in as she scruffed Lanna's fur where it had been matted by chocolate. "They have same troubles, they just have different solutions too." And then she paused and looked at Mort. "You haven't meet Binx!" She gasped then and pressed her fingers to her mouth. "You've never met him! He's! Oh my goodness! He's my familiar!" Laughter erupted from her and she had to pause a moment to let it loose. Why was she so damn giddy? Not that she minded just... Well, she didn't want him to think she was totally insane! "Hhmmm. Do you want to go get something to eat? We can stop and get a box of FEAR candies for Lanna and any other pets you have." The witch did a little hop of hope. "And! And you can meet Binx! He'll like you! Though he doesn't really ever like anyone, even me sometimes! Its rather annoying, but he's sweet. He's this little black kitty and I gave him a pink ribbon and-- Oh Hecate I'm rambling sorry." The words all came out rushed and the blush that had receded on her cheeks came back in full force. The witch pressed her hands against her mouth to keep from talking, except to mumble a muffled 'sorry'. Hopefully it wouldn't seem as though she were insane, just extremely giddy. It had been so long since the witch had felt any sort of hope or joy like this and she wasn't worried about what would or could happen. She just wanted to make Mort laugh again... Ol-j-man Well, it makes it a little difficult when the name everyone calls him is 'Mort' and not 'Mortimus' because its hard to combine a one-syllable name with something else. XD I over-analyze ship names, ok!?
I think Mortidonna sounds pretty cute! Though BellaMort is cute too~
Ohhh noes Gene!! D:
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:03 pm
All Lanna heard was "candies" and "Lanna" and that was all she needed to hear for the witch to be forgiven. She yipped several times, knowing that it meant she'd get to be taken for a walk! WALKS WERE AWESOME FUN WHY DIDN'T THEY DO THEM MORE. Mort had to make sure his grip was secure on her before searching for her leash in the mess of his room. "Oooh. Thought Binx was minipet when talked on phone," he confessed as he found the thing under a deadscr@g shirt and put it on Lanna, though the excited wriggling made it hard to do so. His experience with animal familiars was narrow in scope, but Endezela had been a pretty chill owl when Kettil introduced them before. Maybe this Binx would warm up to him. Eventually. Maybe. Cats were strange creatures.
With Lanna secure in her leather collar and leash, Mort snatched up his wallet and pocketed it. "All set!" he announced. "Should we, er, stop by your room to get your things?"
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