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 Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:19 pm
They finally had made it to the bathroom, for which Aurostibite was relieved, because it meant that Failyn could sit down and he could let her go, because touching her too much was proving to make him antsy and frustrated with himself at his mingling desires to both keep her close and push her away.
It was made even worse by the fact that she was slipping her dress off. A deep red flush crossed Aurostibite's face, and he stood in the little washroom with a tenseness that was almost rigid, wound like a spring ready to snap. The bruises on her stomach, however, made his stomach churn unpleasantly, and Aurostibite stared at them, unable to drag his eyes away.
His people had done that to her. He had done that to her.
Before she could fully pull the camisole down, he'd stepped forward, Aurostibite's fingers gripping the hemline of it. Carefully he pulled it up again so that he could see, and he lifted his free hand, bit down on the finger of his glove and tugged them off, spitting it into the sink. Bare fingers pressed very delicately against her side, and Aurostibite seemed momentarily lost, possessed by something in his vision.
"I - " he said hoarsely, dragging his gaze away to focus on her face, but this made it almost worse. He took an inadvertent step closer.
"What - what sort of teacher?" he forced himself to ask.
Focus.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:48 pm
Failyn just wanted desperately hide the wounds away now, ashamed, disgusted.
Terrified and worried. The bruising would fade, she reminded herself, her body could and would heal now that it had a chance.
She couldn't help the flinch even as his hand came over to stop her from covering it. She froze, watching him as he ran his fingers over it. They were...much cooler compared to the swollen warmed skin.
"It's not your fault." She whispered, a hand raising to lay on his cheek gently, for she could see the guilt on his face the minute the thought crossed his mind. His step closer made her heart quicken, even if she was stemmed with pain. A slow blush rose to very pale cheeks.
"A...." She kept her eyes on his, swallowing a lump of...feelings in her throat. "A...um....a teacher for....younger students. maybe....second...or first years." Her other hand came up to his shoulder. "Because....I loved all the kids....in the future."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:03 pm
The injuries on her stomach were ghastly, horrifying, terrifying. He wanted to erase them, to wipe them clean so that her skin and her body and her heart would be unblemished and protected, safe from whatever else was out there, safe from the chaos and the danger.
Safe from the pain that he had put her through.
Her voice was soft and gentle; it made his heart ache, and the touch of her hand against his face made his chest tighten, his breath sharpening as he straightened, fingers curling in the hemline of her shirt that he still held. A desperate desire to run away and never return crossed his thoughts and then dissipated at the feel of Failyn's other hand on his shoulder.
"A teacher," he repeated, and her eyes were swallowing him in; he took another step forward, his entire mind screaming at him to stop, his heart screaming him for him to keep moving, to not waste time, to not regret that he had brought her here in the first place. His still-gloved hand let go of her shirt and moved to her waist while his bare hand settled on the other side, pulling her towards him, gently, carefully, cautiously.
"You'd be a good teacher," Aurostibite said quietly, and the longing in his eyes was evident, need lacing his voice. "I..."
But he didn't know what else to say, so he said nothing at all, and his brain and his heart crashed together and collided, and then he was bending his head and kissing her, pressing her close, his mouth warm and hesitant against hers.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:21 pm
Her breath caught again, this time not in pain, but for the overriding need to just....Her eyes still widened further as he leaned deeper, closer to her. Her hand would tighten on his shoulder, not painfully but a balancer. She felt like her legs would melt to jelly any moment.
"A good teacher, you think...so..." She felt a breath come out..."You..." It all faded. Right in that moment, all her breath was gone. Words died before they left her mouth, thoughts didn't form. Her eyes remained open as if she was shocked they were even like this but at the same time...
She closed them and sunk into that familiar feeling, of joy and happiness and that deep longing she had been holding out for. It didn't matter to her...She promised herself it wouldn't matter that she was just in the negaverses clutches. That she should hate him, and despise the place he worked for, bonded for. That she should remain pure of the white court after this....but her sensibilities....she had none left for this.
Her arms reached up to his hair, lacing gently through them. While he was hesitant, she felt greedy. Where he felt warm, she felt hot. She wanted to melt into him.
But her body reminded her of the pain she had endured, and the higher she lifted her arms, the more her ribs screamed in protest until she was pulling back with a quick startled gasp.
Her arms dropped to her ribs, holding them like they would hold all the pain in place and she let loose a steady line of curses.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:44 pm
Once his lips touched hers, it was all over, and he knew it.
He'd breached the line, broken down the walls that he'd set so carefully up between the two of them, shattered the thin glass that had kept them separated one from the other. Aurostibite had tried so desperately to hold everything that he felt at bay; to push past the longing and the need, to ignore the overwhelming feelings that threatened to drown him every time he was near her, but now the dam had overflowed and he could not stop himself.
It felt familiar. It felt warm and solid and nostalgic, though it shouldn't have. Their shared life had been an illusion, a dream, yet Failyn felt very familiar in his arms, her fingers in his hair, knocking the hat from his head. Aurostibite made a soft pleading sound in the back of his throat, fingers tightening on her waist, and a part of him wanted to devour her, to deepen the kiss into something more, to never let her go.
Except reality was crashing down on them and Failyn had dragged herself back, gasping in pain, a string of profanities echoing from her lips, lips that Aurostibite admittedly had a hard time looking away from for several seconds. He felt drunken and dizzy; he lifted a hand and ran it through his curls, his face flushed, his body wanting to lean forward against hers and gather her against his chest.
"Sorry," came the immediate apology, breathless and hoarse. "Sorry, I didn't - "
She was still in pain. He felt like a monster.
"Please sit down," Aurostibite said quietly. "Please."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:21 pm
Admittedly, had this been any other situation, and the fact that she had somehow assumed she 'seduced' Auro with her lips would've given her a good deal of inappropriate but well placed humor. But the timing seemed never to be right, and they, had a limited amount of time together as is. At least it felt like it.
"Don't...Don't please." She reached over to lace her hand through his, "It was wonderful. I wanted...I needed it." She closed her eyes, moving to the nearest spot to sit, which was of course the toilet and closed the lid. It was uncomfortable to say in the least, and she eyed the bathtub with a even deeper longing then she had ever had for one before. A warm bath, a time to get clean.
But her hands went to her lips and she smiled to herself, the smile growing even as she hurt. A laugh escaping the longer she sat. "How could I be so scared one minute, and then want you to kiss me again? Is it normal for people to be like this?" She wondered, "All I can think of is you. Not what happened before, but what happened now. And how much I want you to kiss me again." Hold her, kiss her, love her. Love her more.
"That and a bath, really. You've been far to kind not to mention odor." She laughed again, it hurt her ribs, it hurt again but...but she was more happier then she thought possible.
"What kind of magic did you use on me Auro?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:57 pm
Her fingers felt somehow terrifyingly right laced with his. Aurostibite hesitated only a brief moment before he returned the squeeze with a small one of his own, waiting until Failyn had sat down before speaking - and even then, he momentarily lost his words, his face bright red, his heart hammering against his chest.
Stupid, he chided himself inwardly. Now look what you've gotten yourself into. Now look at what you've done, the walls you've broken down, the glass you've shattered about yourself. How will you protect yourself now? How will you protect her now?
There was no real answer to that, because Aurostibite had no idea. All he knew was that hearing her say I needed it just made his stomach twist with longing.
He knelt down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees cautiously.
"I," said Aurostibite quietly, but he couldn't think straight; his mind felt a muddled mess of emotions that both scared and exhilarated him. "From the moment we...re-met, there has not been a day that has gone by that you have not been in my thoughts."
It was the truth, even if it was frightening. Aurostibite moved his hands to Failyn's face, cradling it between his palms, his eyes meeting hers, searching for answers he didn't know. His thumb brushed along her cheek, and he almost kissed her again right then and there, had he not noticed the flash of pain.
"I can draw you a bath," he said, and quickly withdrew, face aflame as he moved around her. It was a little cramped, but he squeezed between Failyn and the bath, stripping off his other glove to turn the water on, dipping his fingers in the rush while he waited for it to warm up.
Her nearness was stupidly distracting.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 5:45 pm
Failyn watched him, and she smiled at him. It was like he chased all her darkness away and brightened the room. Or maybe it was the exhaustion and adreline fading from her system.
She couldn't lie though really, Auro made her happy. Even when he denied her, her heart still beat madly for him, still soared and yearned for him. And every day she had gotten a little more closer to him, the more it wished to be reconnected. If this was a play from the cauldron, of bringing them back together....it worked well.
"Is that so?" She reached out, as he squeezed his way between her and the bath. His closeness was still....She rested her head on whatever she could that was him and breathed in his scent. Musky, filled with the funhouse debris and dust, but still, underneath under it all, was the scent of Auro.
"I would love one.....perhaps....even a change of clothes? Just for the night..." She breathed in, "Unless....If I am too much, I cannot spend the night?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 6:32 pm
He was trying very hard not to be distracted; but considering that Failyn was leaning against him with her head on the top of his back, pressed between his shoulder blades, it was making it extremely difficult to accomplish that task. Aurostibite had to bite back the urge to turn around and kiss her again right then and there, reminding himself that she was injured and that he could not let her be hurt again.
The idea of her spending the night sent a myriad of images through his head that needed to not ever see the light of day. Aurostibite tamped down on them hastily.
"Yes, of course," he said, and stood once the water was warm enough, his face heating. "Let me go and get those for you."
Hastily, he left the room, and it was only when Aurostibite was back in the sanctity of his own bedroom that he let himself breathe again, leaning back against the closed door and trying to steady himself. Slowly the glamour around him faded away into nothingness; it had become too stressful to maintain the guise of Lieutenant Aurostibite, and now he felt no need to. Revealing his identity to her was risky and frightening, but she had trusted him enough to show him and now he would return the favor.
Magiore ran a hand through his hair, tied it back, and went to his dresser. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants that was too small for him and then, taking a deep breath, made his way back to the washroom. He himself was wearing a black sweater and a pair of jeans, nothing too extravagant or extreme.
"I have clothes," he said quietly, knocking lightly on the door.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 7:44 pm
Fai blinked at his sudden hastiness to escape, but once she saw the redness of his face, smiled again. It was, she would like to think, more emotion then he imagined dealing with, and with her overly affectionate gestures, she was surely embarrassing him a little.
She found that a little more endearing of the man, of Auro. To think that she would cause such a disturbance?
She smiled at him until he left, "Thank you Aurostibite." She murmured, and once the door was closed, eased out of the layers of her clothes. Though they seemed pristine, without the dirt of the funhouse and the grime, Fai still felt heavy with taint. Her hand trailed up to the spot where Jet stuck his hand in her chest, and as if the touch burned her, because the memory did, she let it drop again.
Her starseed. How easy had it been for him to grasp it? How weak was she really?
The thoughts faded as she eased into the tub, soft sobs escaping as her muscles protested anymore weight being added to them. but as she sank into the water, it felt like she was sliding into a pool of heaven and relief. Her muscles relaxed, as she closed her eyes. Her hands seeked out soap, and took extra whiffs of it, because it was Aurostibites scent.
She desperately wanted to know the name behind the captain. She lathered it between her hands, washing herself and her hair and taking a bit of pride that she smelt like the man she loved. It was odd, but it almost felt like he was embracing her.
The knock on the door startled her, and she hastily rose out of the now cooled water, her muscles again protesting but less then before. She paused as she forgotten to ask to borrow a towel as well, and hoped dearly he wouldn't mind her borrowing the one off the wall. Luckily, because she was a petite woman, the towel fit perfect around her without much slipping out. The door would open and Fai would find herself staring at....the stranger with wide eyes. Regardless of her state of dress, the fact that her hair was still wet and loose and fell past her shoulders, she just continued to stare.
"I thought you'd never let me meet you." She breathed out, "I thought you might want it that way..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 9:45 pm
He didn't realize how long he'd taken in his room until he knocked on the door, heard a splash, and (stupidly) pushed it open just in time to see Failyn wrapping a towel around herself, her wet hair sticking to the nape of her neck. For some reason, he'd thought it had only been a few minutes, but clearly he had lingered a while, lost within his own thoughts, his own insecurities, his own doubts and fears and longings.
And now she was standing there, looking at him with wide eyes, water sliding down her pale throat, and Magiore thought he might die right then and there. He hadn't seen anything before she'd gotten the towel, but this alone was enough to set his face aflame.
And right after he'd thought he'd conquered these silly emotions, too.
"Oh," he said, a little awkwardly. In his attempts at reeling in every single feeling he was currently experiencing, Magiore had forgotten that he was no longer powered; that Lieutenant Aurostibite had melted away, leaving behind only his civilian form, plain and bare for her to see.
"I thought it prudent," Magiore continued, a little stiffly. He swallowed hard and stepped forward, placing the clothes on the sink counter and turning away so that he didn't stare too much (it was very, very hard not to; every fiber of him wanted to twist around, grab her, and hold her against his chest, protect her from the rest of the world). "My name is Magiore Carpenter."
He patted the clothes and then moved to the door again, pausing.
"I'll be in my room when you're finished," he said quietly, and slipped out.
Approximately two seconds later, when he was in said room, Magiore flopped down onto his full-sized bed and berated himself repeatedly at how infernally idiotic he was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:22 pm
She cocked her head at his sudden redness and as if it slowly dawned on her, she fumbled to attempt to cover as much as she could because oh god, she wasn't even dressed. She wasn't even covered that well...
She didn't have underwear on....................
"Oh, Um..." She moved back slowly and used his shower curtain as a makeshift dress of sorts. "I...sorry, I forgot. No clothes." She looked down to the ground now, her face absolutely on fire by this point.
Once he turned, she greedily snatched up the clothes and put them on. It hurt to do so, moving so fast, but she couldn't stand the embarrassment any longer. She didn't even know his name-
"Magiore?" She stopped as a leg slipped through one of the sweats and tried it again, "Magiore." Magiore Carpenter. What a lovely name, how handsome. Well everything was handsome about him but....
Her hand reached out to him, as he turned to leave, and she grabbed thin air. It was probably best since she was still well...pantless...but the distance made her worried and well...Even if his face was red, it felt perhaps he was holding back.
Or perhaps he was angry with her. She was intruding in his home. She may be seriously injured but she had brought her mistake and problems home with him and now he had to deal with it. Deal with being on the side he was, and the side she was on....Dealing now with the civilian selves knowing each other. She slipped her leg through the other one of the sweatpants, drawing the string as tight as she could. They weren't massively big on her, but large and well...much longer then she was really. She rolled the bottoms up so they wouldn't get dirty, and then went about attempting to put her bra back on.
The pain was too much and she gave up, hoping the shirt was big enough so it wouldn't give away she wasn't wearing one. It felt odd not to have all her layers, but at the same time, freeing. And with her ribs and bruising and aches, freeing is what she needed.
She set about cleaning the bathroom of her mess, gathering the clothes she had on before and the towel. His apartment was bigger then her own, she'd like to think, so when she got 'lost' looking for the laundry room, she blamed it on him disappearing. It allowed though, her to explore. She opened one door to a closet, then another, until she found the laundry room. She flipped the lid, filled it with the dirty things and put a little soap in. If she was already taking advantage this much, might as well go all the way right?
Her next quest? Either tea or find Auro...Er, No Magiore.
"Um...Magiore??" She called out, peeking her head down a hallway.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:30 pm
He waited for her to finish dressing, staying resolutely in his room. Magiore was lying back on his bed with his legs dangling off, one arm draped over his eyes, the other at his side as images flashed through his mind - the two of them, in the future, sneaking away to hideouts so that they could spend a few precious moments together; the smile on her face when he'd asked her to marry him, the mindless happiness he'd felt when she'd told him she was pregnant -
- the feel of her lips against his, just moments before, warm and eager.
The facts were adding up too fast for him, the emotions tumbling over each other. Denial had never been one of Magiore's strengths, and even now as he tried desperately to block out everything, it was no use. He was too far gone, too swept away by the surging adoration he felt for Failyn Namgung, drowning in his affections for her.
It terrified him and excited him all at once. He hated himself for being so weak, but there it was.
Her voice called to him, and Magiore sat up, getting to his feet. He'd forgotten that she wouldn't know where his room was; the door was only half open. Padding over, he pushed the door the rest of the way and saw he standing there, silhouetted in the dim lighting in clothes that were clearly too big for her.
"Here," he called to her quietly, leaning against the door frame. "I'm over here."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:45 pm
Her ears perked, if you would, like a cat at his answering call to her, and she followed the voice until the figure appeared in the doorway. The doorway, of course, she had passed in her rush to put laundry in, so he didn't see her plain underwear, which of course SHOULDN'T MATTER but for some reason it did and the very fact she was in his house practically naked under the clothes and-
"Oh, um..." She flushed as she looked up at him, and wondered, if his heart pounded like hers did in this very moment. Magiore stood in the door way, silohuetted by the light of the hallway and the small lamp in his room, which she noticed was elegantly decorated with dark muted colors...much she thought, like Magiore's personality. But that was beside the point, and she was tugging at the hem of her shirt, trying to at least stare at his chest because she was sure if she looked him in the eye, she would fly into his chest and smother him in love and kisses that she felt was pent up for years. Really it wasn't though.
Her face was down to a mellow pink at least, and so were the wild fantasies she was indulging in that were most defenitly not permitted to her lady like standards.
"She rose her eyes up once, and then back down again, feeling at most, very shy and awkward. What did she say....?
"You wouldn't...perhaps...have some tea?" Yes brilliant. Ask for more things.
She internally wondered if perhaps she was kicked a little in the head now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:52 pm
His clothes were too big on her; she'd rolled up the hems of the sweatpants so they didn't drag, and the dark shirt hung down to her hips. Still, there was something about seeing her in his clothes that was driving him crazy, that was taking every rational thought he was having and shoving it in the dark recesses of his mind, replacing it instead with only a heavy longing that he could feel deep within his heart.
Failyn wasn't looking at him; in fact, she studiously was trying to look away from him. Magiore, in the meantime, was drinking in everything he could while she was not meeting his eyes, greedily trying to memorize the sound of her voice, the way she tugged at the shirt, the shy softness of her actions.
Her question startled him. It took Magiore a second to drag himself away from his own thoughts.
"I do," he answered her quietly, and pushed himself away from the door frame. He padded down the hall, and as he passed her, his hand reached out, fingers lacing through Failyn's to tug her gently along with him towards the little kitchen. He didn't pull too hard, but the contact was almost necessary for his sanity.
Once in the kitchen, he kept ahold of her hand, moving to pull things from the cabinets, setting a kettle of water on the stove to boil and withdrawing a box of various teas for her to choose from.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked her, his back still to her as he sorted through the little packets.
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