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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:20 pm
He was coming undone, and Maebe realized that she'd never thought him sexier than this. It was almost a shame he hated being touched, from the way she felt at that moment. Almost, but not enough to mean she wasn't enjoying this. "Fair enough. You gave me something, you deserve something in return. I'll tell you something, but whether you know about it or not doesn't matter to me. This is all you get until you give me more." She was being so fair, it filled her with senseless and fake pride. Her hand, still touching his, pressed down hard now. It forced his dagger to dig in, crackling her shield under the pressure of the blade. She felt the pain surging through her, and her eyes rolled back behind her head for just a moment. Then she pushed harder. "I like pain." She whispered up to him, her voice heavy, throaty and raw. "I like it. So everytime you hurt me. Everytime you drive your daggers deep into me, hoping to teach me a lesson, just remember. You just make me want you more." She hopped up on her toes, pressed her lips against his chin, and then dug her elbow into his ribs. HP: 15 Damage: 3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:38 pm
His breath had started to come out in shorter bursts now, Alistaire barely keeping himself together. Her hand was tighter on his, pressing down against the fabric of his glove, and he was trying desperately not to pull away from her, because pulling away from her would show weakness, and he could not and would not allow himself to sink that low, even at the expense of his own comfort.
Maebe was an endless source of confusion, and even now she was pushing the limits of what he had thought about her, breaking all the ideas he'd held in his mind concerning Maebe Grace Bertrand.
He didn't like being wrong.
Her lips touched his chin, and he jerked, gasping, stumbling backwards before righting himself again, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. "No," he snapped, "You are not the one in control of this, I am."
Whether or not he'd meant to say the words out loud was unclear, Alistaire seizing Maebe's wrist again, and without warning he caught her around the throat again, his gloved fingers wrapping around her neck without pressing down.
"Why can't I figure you out."
HP: 30
DMG: 0
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:45 pm
He wanted to be in control. That was going to be difficult with such a debilitating weakness, but she loved letting a boy think he had the upper hand, so she didn't argue. He pulled her up by the neck, and she wondered, even as he restricted her air flow, why he didn't mind touching her like this. She supposed it had to do with who was doing the touching, and silently filed that back to use later. "I'd love to - tell you - " She wheezed out painfully. "But - hard to talk - so." Thaw's spikes slid into Alistaire's stomach, burying themselves in his shield. HP: 15 Damage: 3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 10:26 pm
He let go of her neck, his face flushed, and took several stumbling steps backwards, a gasp escaping his lips even as he threw one of the daggers towards her, shoving Maebe back. Alistaire's chest was heaving for breath, and he seemed completely thrown off balance, gathering the chains of his weapon together, winding them around his hands until they were all looped around his wrists. It was a familiar weight, something strangely comforting, and he gripped the chains tightly, the daggers held carefully at his sides.
"Talk," Alistaire demanded. "Give me something to work with when it comes to deciphering you."
HP: 26
DMG: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 10:28 pm
Maebe took a sharp gasp of air when he released her, and the air immediately escaped when his dagger hit home, crackling her shield enough to cause some real pain. She felt it, and her hand dropped to hold the spot on her stomach where it had hit, as if she could hold in the pain. "You're not giving me a lot of incentive here, my dear prince." She hissed out through her teeth as she recovered, and prepared to strike. From this distance, it was easier to aim, and stab Thaw into him. She held the weapon firmly, keeping him skewered away from her. "But I know, I know. You don't negotiate. You just expect me to give you everything with nothing in return. That's what you want. I remember." She finally pulled Thaw away, holding him defensively in front of her. "But what if I don't want anybody deciphering me? Least of all someone who could - " She didn't know exactly how to finish her sentence, and her lips twitched into a frown. "Someone like you." HP: 10 Damage: 4
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:47 pm
He didn't like not having the answers, and he especially didn't like the way that Maebe had turned things around. She felt more in control this way, and it was grating on his nerves the way that being dirty or being touched felt. She simultaneously fascinated and repulsed him, a push and pull situation he had yet to have found himself in before.
He couldn't figure out how he felt about it, and it angered him.
The tip of her weapon dug into his stomach, and Alistaire lifted his hand, wrapping his fingers around one of the prongs, wrenching it away from him, though he kept his grip on it, using it to pull her closer, the sting of her weapon sparking along his gloved fingers. His dagger found her side, pressed against her ribs.
"Fine," he snapped, "Fine. Tell me what you want in exchange."
HP: 22
DMG: 5
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 7:36 pm
She felt an unexpected surge of pleasure when she realized he was pulling her closer, and giving in. What she couldn't handle, was the immediate surge of rage that followed. She wanted to revel in this moment - the moment when Alistaire finally gave in to her demands. She wanted to let it soak into her skin and linger there until she twisted every last drop of pleasure out of it. Instead, she felt her heartbeat quicken with unintentional anger. She felt his dagger pressing into her, and her hand reached down to grab his wrist, small fingers clutching down to hold him and his weapon in place. She couldn't let him get away. Not now. Not - "You want to know what I want?" She growled, a rare emotion seeping through her usually apathetic voice. " You want to know what I want, from you?" Her voice was rising, pitching until it cracked at it's last word, and her fury reached its head. Thaw purred with a strange sort of content as she brought him in between them, and dug his prongs up into Alistaire's ribcage, again and again. She was relentless, and strong, and these were not characteristics Maebe usually exhibited. "You couldn't handle it." HP: 5 Damage: 9
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:03 pm
He felt it before he saw it; a crackle of energy as though it were something physically tangible, the rage in Maebe's voice slicing through the air as cleanly and violently as the weapon she was currently digging into his stomach. Alistaire let out a sharp gasp, a hiss through his clenched teeth, and he wrapped his hands around the hilt of the trident, collapsing to his knees on the ground beneath the force of her stabs. He pushed upwards in vain, attempting to free himself -
- and then finally landed on his back on the grass, staring up at her with the trident still embedded in his chest, through his ribs, a look of fury on his face that was mingled with something else, something darker, sharper - a peculiar expression of satisfaction, of all things.
"You know nothing of what I could and couldn't handle, Maebe Grace Bertrand."
HP: 13
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:22 pm
Alistaire fell to his knees, and the pleasure was back. Maebe's eyes fluttered, and she breathed in a deep, satisfied sigh. His back hit the grass, and she felt like she was going to swoon. Watching him fall had to be the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen, and she treasured it, deep in her cold, vengeful little heart. She couldn't read his expression from where she was standing, and she moved to tower over him, pulling the trident out with no gentleness. The weapon disappeared as soon as it was removed, and Maebe gently dropped down to her knees, straddling his chest exactly where the trident had been buried. She leaned down, and rested her hands on the ground beside either side of his head. All that long, disheveled hair in two fluffy ponytails came tumbling down to the sides, curtaining them from the world. Now, she read his expression. And though her eyes thinned with cold intent, it made her smile. He said her name, and her eyes followed the path of those words to his lips, matching the sight of them with the ones she'd coveted on New Years. Same lips. Different man. A perfect match. "I know a little." Maebe muttered, her voice returning to the soft, unreadable beckon call it normally was. "I know you hate this." One hand rose up, and brushed the back of her fingers against his check. "I know you're too curious for your own good. And I know you want to use me. Maybe I don't know a lot about you, but, I think that's good enough." She bent closer, but her hand returned to the ground, and her face stopped an inch away from his. "This is what I want from you. This is what you can't handle. This is what you'll try to prove me wrong about, and fail." Her lips twisted in that familiar, knowing smile. "Kiss me, Alistaire Rahal-Nazari." The sound of his full name tasted like victory on her lips. "Kiss me, and like it."
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 10:39 pm
He knew he had lost - // No. // Grimshaw hissed // No. You haven't lost. No. // - but the look of satisfaction on Maebe's face was a terrible one, horrible to look at, because if there was anything that Alistaire loathed it was losing.
The trident disappeared from his chest, but the girl did not. Maebe was straddling his torso, and Alistaire inhaled a sharp breath, his body going cold. He tried to keep himself steady, reciting a list of nonsensical words within his mind; a distraction, a desperate desire to not give in, especially not to this woman of all people, this woman he could neither figure out nor take apart without getting his hands dirtied in the process.
It made him sick to his stomach.
Her fingers touched his cheek and he involuntarily and immediately recoiled away from them; an automatic reaction that he couldn't help, a muscle in Alistaire's jaw tensing. Even as she moved her hand away he could still feel the imprint of her fingers there, burning into his skin like a terrible memory.
"Kiss me and like it."
His face was flushed with simultaneous humiliation and anger at the request, because she knew. She knew, and yet she was still making that request. It was a game of chicken, back and forth until one of them would be crushed by the impact of what was coming.
She wanted him to lose and he could not afford to do that.
His gloved hands came up on either side of Maebe's face, his fingers gripping her hair so tightly it probably hurt, his knuckles white beneath the fabric, trembling slightly with the effort. His back arched towards her, his mouth inches from hers, and for a second it seemed as though he had almost given in to her selfish, smug request.
It lasted only a second or two before it became too much, and he tore himself away, his fingers shaking as a thick, heavy nausea rose in his throat. Alistaire shoved Maebe off of him and stumbled to his feet, his skin pale and his chest feeling so tight it was difficult to breathe properly.
He hated himself, and he hated Maebe Grace Bertrand.
"No," Alistaire spat, and his eyes glittered as he looked over at her, his face blotched with anger and embarrassment. "I won't give you what you want."
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 10:58 pm
Maebe let out a hiss of surprise when his hands slid into her hair, gripping her painfully while he pulled himself closer. The moment she realized he was going to kiss her, her thoughts narrowed to one single desperate chant. Don't. Don't give in to me. Don't do it, Alistaire. Please.But it didn't last. His lips were close, and something about the proximity triggered her to change her mind. Suddenly, all she could think was the opposite of the briefly altruistic thoughts she'd had a moment before. Do it, she begged. Give in. Do it, Alistaire. Do it, please[/i].
She would have fared better if he'd pulled away before her thoughts had turned in that direction. And perhaps, he would've too. Better off when she'd given him a shred of benefit, instead of selfish need. Now, when he pushed her away, she felt conflicted, because she thought this was the reaction she'd wanted all along. She thought she wanted to prove him wrong. She thought that would be enough.
It wasn't enough.
She pushed herself up to a seated position, and rested her arms on her knees. Staring up at the angry, flustered man was a very quiet and calculating woman. She had priorities to shift. It took time.
"I told you." She reminded him softly, still distracted with her own conflicts. "You can't handle it."
The question was, could she?
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 9:50 pm
She had known he couldn't do it, had known that even the smallest amount of physical contact was something that he couldn't handle. The tiniest doses of it felt like his skin was burning, itching, crawling, and a desperate desire to rid himself of the sensation overtook almost everything else, Alistaire pressing his gloved hand flat against his chest.
Maebe was sitting on the ground, though the malice had gone out of her voice, replaced only by a curious quiet. Alistaire's eyes swept over her small figure, her delicate frame, and though she was saying exactly what she had said before, there was a strange sort of softness to it that he did not understand, nor did he wish to.
He took several steps backwards, shaking his head.
"We're done here," said Alistaire, and his fingers trembled. Grimshaw made soft noises of reassurance in his head, growls of defensive protection, and Alistaire was already backing away, his desire to clean sweeping over him. "We're done, Maebe Grace Bertrand."
And he turned away, his coat billowing behind him, and ran for the dormitory.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:05 pm
Her head snapped up in surprise as he turned to leave - to run. We're done, he'd said, as he ran from her presence. Her smile returned, slow but meaningful, and she waved a few fingers playfully to a man who wasn't even looking at her. It wasn't meant for him. Not really. "Goodbye, my sweet prince." Venom dripped in her whispered voice. "I hope I see you again real soon."
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