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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 10:55 pm
She slammed his skull against the lip of the tub while his weapons left the water increasingly red and bloody and its wake. Hands gripping the front his shirt, she surged up fully and draw him close. There were two open cuts across her cheek and while they did not heal over immediately, they did not bleed freely either. There were more small slices down her torso and these were pressed against him as she reached out past him. They hurt, terrible and wonderfully. She wanted to sink her fingers into the raw little gaps and feel around. She wanted to grind them against every surface, every texture of him, the house, the whole big world she had yet to experience. A moment later she tapped the bottle of conditioner against his cheek. "This too."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:51 pm
The blow against the edge of the tub rattled Lawr's entire skull and for a moment all there was was a zinging static and strange sparkling stars obscured his vision as pain lanced through him, surfacing in extremities only tangential to his head. Going from being next to the bath to in it struggling and fighting was such a jarring change of gear for him that it threw him completely out of the mental place he'd been in as Jan, Jan didn't care for pain, he didn't care for danger, in this situation he would run. This was a place unsuited for his persona, for any of them in fact.
It left him as Lawrence, as the cold decisiveness and curiosity and little else that lay beneath the surface, marveling at the wounds and the rich red set in contrast against her skin like exquisite velvet around a masterfully carved statue. His wonder in the moment did not distract him, nor stop him from fighting back and his claws bit into her flesh with an impatience that was almost animal, Butch snarling his approval and encouragements in his mind all the while.The bottle of conditioner, however, did, and he paused, eyeing it briefly, before taking it from her, and rather than bothering to get out of the water, pressing one splayed claw to her stomach and desummoning only his right, obliging her request with less gentleness and control than before, twisting his hand in her hair if he needed her to incline her head a certain way and tugging it unceremoniously.
There was something to be said for this, he found himself thinking, for the tangled mess and the bloody water which was already staining his pristine white shirt pink, for the viciousness in the way he'd been pulled in and from the pain that gnawed at him already. He could not tell if it was merely the pain or some lingering effect from the aforementioned blow to his head, but it felt different, it felt proper. It was that satisfaction he only truly felt perched on the edge of danger and in pursuit of the answers he sought, answers he could feel lurking just below the surface of her skin and around the edges of her smile. She was so close, so warm and so familiar. He'd spent months chasing artifacts of her life, watching from far away, pursuing the dying threads of her scent and suddenly he was here. He could not be pleased, not in the same way others might be, but there was a certain approval, an easing of the restlessness that beset him when order was restored and he was once more on the path to attaining the perfection he sought. She held understanding within her, and for whatever celestial reason, she had come around and decided to negotiate with him after a long stand off. It was all he could ask for.
When he spoke it was void of Jan's accent and of any hint of a smile, flexing the splayed claw as if considering closing it. The control in some ways seemed to be gone, he was breathless in a way that hardly seemed to happen to the pale man, practically shivering with the foreign toxin that adrenaline presented.
"...Rude." he said.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 12:06 am
Her breathe caught at the rough tug, her hips shifting thoughtlessly, causing the blades at her stomach to dig in just slightly. She met his eyes and her own were full of a wonder that slid into something hungry and thoughtless and violent in its need.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:07 am
In turn it was mirrored and immersed in the closest thing that Lawrence was capable of to true passion and human emotion, his curiosity tangled up with the directness and brutality of his cold nature.
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Afterwards, he lay without an answer to any of it, never enough to get to the heart of her and what she meant. He did not leave immediately, he had nothing to hide, no shame or guilt to be concious of. Butch whined in his head, smelling danger on every mark and fading bruise that he sported. He cried piteously when he saw the direction his master's thoughts began to turn.
There would not be another chance like this, he realised, it had to be a fluke, it had to be a moment of madness, it had been so long since the last time.
Stretching out the spiked chain, he moved it towards her throat and sought to make sure that he never forgot her this way and that no one else would ever get the chance to discover her secrets and succeed where he continually failed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:40 pm
She slept soundly on the large bed, the one that was meant for her and Konstantin, the one she'd given up over half a year ago for reasons she couldn't explain. America had never allowed herself to sleep in Lawr's company, though it was rare for her to allow it with most people. But she slept soundly, tangled up in dusty white sheets with a small smile curling her the corners of her lips.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:46 pm
It was unfortunate, he thought that it had to go this way as much as anything could ever be. But he was not an optimist, he could not afford to sleep here lest her stubborn guard dogs returned and he could not afford to let her leave. He'd decided not to kill her some time ago, but since then things continually changed. He'd given her space and in return she had cut him off only to turn around like this and once again yank him in as if it was him with the collar around his neck.
He did not belong to her, she did not deserve the amount of his thoughts continually devoted to her at all times of every day.
With muscles protesting still, he leapt forward and twisted the chain around her neck the way he had with Horace and methodologically began twisting it up, resisting her shield, braced for whatever might come.
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lizbot rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 20
Total: 29 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:01 pm
She awoke to pain and a bound feeling. Her air, her breath, her rhythms were being bound and contained and cut off. In the dim of the bedroom, a slick blackness slid over America's eyes. Her body heaved up against that which sought to contain and end her until she could grab it and throw it off her. It hit the wall with a wet smack and the sound of breaking glass and wide-eyed she gazed at it. "That doesn't belong to you," she rasped. HP: 99 Dmg: 23
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:25 pm
He knew she was strong, that much was a given, she had roundly trounced him the last time they had fought, but he had hoped that getting the jump on her would have been enough to overwhelm that strength.
There had been a moment when he could have sworn something was wrong, more wrong than everything that had gone before but there was no time to register any of it as suddenly there was nothing but pain and dazed disorientation, an explosion of agony which left him on the floor before he knew what hit him.
He picked himself up from where he'd landed, winded and staring at her - not with fear but with fascination. His shield had taken a serious blow just from that and Butch informed him of just how bad it had been.
Desummoning his claws, and spreading his good hand in a placatory sort of gesture - as if he hadn't just tried to strangle her - he smiled.
"Doesn't it?" he asked sweetly, despite his body's efforts to regain its breath. "But you have made your point. I am not yet strong enough. Not yet enough."
She got a cool look as he plucked a shard of glass out of his shoulder and shield. "This would be considered a social faux pas by others, perhaps even by the desperate you. Should I leave? Or would you rather I stayed?"
HP: 27
DMG: -
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:34 pm
Blinking she relaxed and finally understood who it was and what had just happened, what had been attempted. In response, she patted the place beside her in her bed, "Come cuddle, Mister Cowboy."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:42 pm
There was no real fear in Lawrence and nothing to argue against the offer he was presented. The actions a few moments before were discarded, there was no option available to him to control her or defeat her, with those pathways sealed, he reverted back to the path of least resistance.
He made his way over obediently, and joined her once again in the bed, Butch agreeing with this path of action because he wanted to lick his wounds and repair their shield. Something wasn't right and he was concerned.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 10:51 pm
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