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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:11 pm
Amrita got back to her shakey feet with his help, smiling in that simple way of hers. "You worry too much." She insisted, keeping a hold on his hand to swing their joined limbs a time or two. "You built me strong...!" The ghoul repeated, still smiling away. "I've been hurt already, and I'm okay!" Very hurt, several times...and yet she managed to get back to her feet every single time, one way or another.
Her eyes closed for a brief moment at the touch, that simple gesture making her stomach come alive in that nice but painful way. The silence still loomed as she opened her eyes, and her smile only faltered when she read his signing. She didn't know what to do at first, her face darkening in a rather deep blush.
"I...I like that y-you do..." It was all she could think to say, and it was all she could say. After a moment of silence, she reached out to take his hand with both of hers, drawing it close and gently nuzzling it; she never imagined herself as a touchy person, but right now, she just couldn't help it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:22 am
Christof's face had flushed as she gripped his hand, the twisted nature of the limbs unnerving him far less than they ever had... that was just... how you knew it was Amrita. He hated his hunch and his uneven arms, but... but they were what made him him. And... she didn't seem to mind. He tensed as his hand was suddenly pressed against her soft face, and he could feel her rough stitches against the back of his knuckles, his stomach twisting.
Breath quickening, he glanced about briefly... but no. Out in the middle of no where. No one nearby. Just the road, her, him, and the distant rumbling of the Chopper. He just... wanted to feel...
He swallowed deeply, leaning forward until his forehead rested against her's, turning his head until their cheeks touched. Stitches against stitches. His breathing quickened.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 8:00 pm
He was scary sometimes, but...that was a good thing, in their world. She kept his hand hostage, her fingers tracing some of the stitches along his fingers, and merely watched him. Curiousity over his brief glance was buried by the painful flapping of the bats in her stomach upon realizing he was leaning in, her eyes closing as it became more difficult to focus on him.
Amrita smiled, an almost amused but rather quiet noise (but certainly not a giggle; the ghoul hardly ever laughed, ever) emitting from her throat at the tickle of stitches against stitches, of the little stubble against her smooth cheek. It tickled, but it was a nice tickle; she responded in kind by gently returning the nuzzle, leaning a little further into it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:32 am
He drew back, his face crimson as he stared down at their hands, his mouth twisting as he looked like he was wrestling with something. He let go for a moment, as though about to sign something, but stopped himself. What was there to say? They had... said enough, really. Didn't need to say anything.
He gently directed her to sit, joining her on the cool grass. She still had busted stitches that needed tending to, after all. It was no time to... to... His heart throbbed quicker than its usual dull pace, floundering frantically. He wanted... to touch her. That much he could surmise. She didn't want him serving her. But what was he supposed to do if he wasn't supposed to serve and it would be inappropriate to... to...
Hell's Bells. What would his Master have said?
He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her before timidly raising a hand to stroke her hair.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:02 pm
She let go of his hand, watching him curiously as he floundered.
"...What?" The Vetala encouraged when he said - and signed - nothing. If something was bothering him, she wanted to know what it was! She could help, really! She did sit as he guided her too, sitting on her knees for a moment or two. His continued silence was somewhat unnerving, and there was something in the way he stared at her that made her feel incredibly shy, in a good way. If there even was a good way to be shy...
"H-here..." She let him stroke her hair for a moment or two, and after that she shifted her weight to actually sit on the ground, shuffling forward to sit between his knees. Her stomach was twisting painfully as she stretched her legs out, draping them over his so one foot rested on either side of him. She gave him an awkward and shy smile, reaching up to press the back of her hand against his cheek, brushing her knuckles gently against some of his stitches. Her heart was actually stirring, fluttering as much as her stomach was; she didn't know what to do, or even if what she was doing was proper, but...she didn't really care. It just felt right, somehow. Easier, maybe?
...This...this was easier, right? Right.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:23 pm
Christof's heart was in his throat as he was suddenly face to face with her again. Swallowing carefully, he lifted his hand again to brush her hair once more with the back of his knuckles, eyes trembling over her face.
It wasn't her face, though. She was just inside the shell. What kept the Parts together. Sometimes it was difficult to remember... but honestly... his own face had changed not too long ago. He knew first hand how it felt to just be the brain inside the Parts. There were countless things he wanted to say, wanted to ask, wanted to blurt out nervously, but.. for once he was glad he couldn't. And that Amrita didn't have his Mistress' mind reading ability.
Instead, he leaned forward, all three arms slipping around her as he pulled her against his stitched lips once again.
She wanted him to relax. She wanted him to be selfish. And this was what he wanted.
This was nice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 9:57 pm
Yes, she did want him to be selfish for once. More than anything, really; it wasn't fair that everyone else was allowed to when he couldn't! Besides, she didn't mind being close to him. In fact? She was starting to really like it. Oh how things change; she could somewhat remember the days when she didn't shake hands, nevermind nearly straddling someone!
Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips met, giving a little smile against his rough stitches. She could feel her face getting warmer in that odd undead blush and Her stomach was in painful knots which only got worse as she leaned closer to him and into his kiss. She liked it when he was selfish, and to her surprise didn't mind encouraging it one bit; it was good for him, and she enjoyed it, too. Her hands slipped down to rest against his chest, merely enjoying the moment and letting everything else just fade into the oddly rumbly background.
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