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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:33 pm
Magiore's dreams were filled with an assortment of colors, sights, and sounds that all mixed and mingled together until he couldn't decipher what they were or what they meant anymore. Twice he woke during the night; the first gasping and uncertain as to where he was, the second slow and uncertain, feeling drugged from the heavy sleep. Each time he was startled by the feel of someone in his arms - but then he would remember who it was and what had brought them here, and he would curl up around her, close his eyes, and fall back asleep.
He didn't stir when Failyn awoke; but he did when he heard her voice.
Slowly, groggily, Magiore's eyes flickered open. He blinked blearily for a few seconds, and stretched out his legs, a yawn escaping him, a mass of white hair visible in his line of vision. For a second, he just let himself relish in the feel of Failyn's body next to his, and then he leaned closer, sweeping away her hair to press a kiss to the back of her neck.
"Good morning," he said softly against her ear, smoothing a hand up her bare arm to her shoulder and back down again. "Did you...sleep well?"
His face flushed a little at the question.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:54 pm
There was a lot of thoughts now that she was awake, and they were slowly crashing into each other. Slowly melting together into one giant worry.
What if Magiore woke and decided this was all a mistake? What if...kicked her out? What if he never wanted to see her again? What if this, what if that, what if she was just nervous and didn't know how to handle things like this.
Then he was moving against her and she savored the feel of it, because it was comforting and safe and she knew her doubts were just all the same doubts she had before this. Something she needed to push away.
His breath was tickled against her skin, just like his kisses.
G..Goo...Good Morning Magiore!" She said VERY PROPERLY, her eyes widening, "Oh, I mean, Good...good morning." She hushed down, "I slept....peacefully." She reached up again, hesitantly then ran her hand down his cheek and neck. Smooth skin, but different then her owns. She felt tiny next to him really.
"Did...you sleep well?"Kuuropii We should start a new rp soon too O VO
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:11 pm
He gave his mind a few minutes to process what was happening; and most importantly, if this was going to be something problematic, something that he would regret, something that would make things even more complicated, even more uncertain. And a part of Magiore wasn't sure that he could handle the responsibility.
But then Failyn's hand touched his cheek, and he could see her beautiful face in the early morning, and every doubt was wiped away. This here was what Magiore wanted, what he needed, what he had denied himself for so long. He wanted to always wake up with her in his arms, wanted to her face to be the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.
A gentle laugh escaped him.
"Good morning," he said again, and wrapped an arm around Failyn's waist, tugging her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. His hands settled against her hips, one of them smoothing up her bare back and down again. Magiore nuzzled her face, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"I slept very well, thank you," he said, which was only partly true, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the woman in his arms, the woman he was never letting go ever again.
Magiore's hands captured the sides of Failyn's face, and he drew her down into a kiss, slow and lazy in the morning.
"How are you feeling?" he murmured against her lips, smiling into his kisses, but then a worried expression touched his face, and he pulled back. "Are you in pain? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 7:24 pm
"I am feeling okay! Sore." She made a small face, "You didn't hurt me, but perhaps it's best if I take a trip to the hospital anyways? Just to make...just to make sure nothing is beyond natural repair?" She let her hands fall to the bruised ribs and looked at him. "My parents....they are gone for a while. I think is the best chance to get it out of the way so I can hide it from them..."
She winced as she rolled, sitting up a little more. "But if you mean because..." Her face flushed, "no...No it was..." Good? Great? AMAZING? "Just what I needed. I didn't realize how much so." She touched him again, "I...I've never been so intimate with....a man. So..." She paused, "Ah I am so silly I just think...well...I think it's perfect. You are very much perfect."
She wanted to pour all the love she felt into words, but there just wasn't enough words to tell him, so she kissed him gently again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 7:48 pm
He let out a little chuckle, feeling warm and lethargic and - for the first time - incredibly relaxed. The Negaverse was out there, and so were the White Moon senshi; but here, in this apartment, it was just the two of them, and Magiore was determined to keep it that way.
"I'll take you after we have some breakfast," he told her, capturing Failyn's hand with one of his own, lacing their fingers together. His eyes shifted to meet hers, and there was amusement in them at her flustered response, the realization to the question he was asking. Magiore let the fingers of his free hand drift lazily up and down Failyn's spine.
"I can't...reassure you that this was the first time with a woman," he said hesitantly, feeling his face flush. "But..it was the first time that it was with...someone that I..."
He couldn't say it, couldn't put it into words, so instead he just let her kiss him, sinking into it, his hand sliding down Failyn's neck to touch her collarbone and skim back up again until he could cradle her jaw. Even if he couldn't find the words, every touch spoke volumes, his hands gentle, tender, adoring, his eyes drinking her in with a sort of greediness.
"You are exactly what I need," said Magiore softly; and then there was a playfulness to his gaze, lips quirking upwards into a smile as his hands began to shift a little, resting on her bare waist. He wanted to look at her forever.
"If we don't get out of bed," he said carefully, however, because there were more pressing matters. Literally. "It will not be the first time that you are intimate with a man."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:17 pm
"Ah yes, Breakfast, it sounds...." Her face went a little dreamy, and by no means was she a glutton but...food, real food sounded like heaven right now. She wondered if her body could take it? Bread and water for a week were poor substitues, and the more she thought of it, the more her stomach churned, though she couldn't tell from hunger or sickness. "Perhaps a real spot of tea? I haven't had a cup since..." Her eyes widened as she realized she was drawing back to the dark place and instead focused on something else.
Like the kiss that spoke volumes of the man?
Or perhaps the coy and playfulness that she was feeling shy about? A side of Magiore she had not seen? She had thought the man was very serious but this side...
No she realized she had seen this side, but they were in different times and different places. She would take it for new, take it because he gave it to her. Her face flushed anyways.
"I did...I did not think it was your first time..." She said carefully, and surprisingly didn't feel any pangs of hurt of the idea of him with someone else? Did it matter now? "But...I also think it doesn't matter to me? ah, I might come of with such a ego but....I am the first you..." love, cherished? "So, I don't think...I don't know." She laughed. "I'm happy you were my first...and maybe...my only?" If he kept her, if he would still want her.
"An...ANYWAYS..." Her face turned even redder, "That...wouldn't be too bad again..." She whispered before crawling off and reaching for the first article of clothing she could find, which was the shirt he let her borrow...and then came the sweatpants that she rerolled up a little. "S...So breakfast! I can make some sort of eggs." Her stomach turned again and she wrapped an arm around her body, wincing. "Ah real food. I can do this."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:31 pm
It was these little quirks that Magiore found the most endearing; the way she sometimes slipped off into thought, the way she changed her mind in the middle of a sentence and said something else; the little gestures that showed when she was flustered. They were all sides of Failyn that Magiore was just beginning to know, and he drank them in eagerly, wanting to know more, to know everything.
His fingers dipped under her chin, tilting her head a little so that he could look at her.
"We will just consider you to be my first," he said softly, and pushed himself up so that he could press a gentle kiss to her lips, his hand cradling the side of her face. "And yes. Your only."
It was something they still needed to probably discuss - what exactly they were, what this meant for the both of them; but Magiore was feeling lazy and amused, and he was enjoying far too much this side of Failyn. Her crimson cheeks and her flustered mannerisms were extremely enjoyable, and Magiore sat up in bed to watch her dress, dark eyes filled with a mischief he hadn't held in a long time.
"Real food," he said, and slid his legs off the bed, his touch gentle as he rubbed her shoulder before standing. Magiore's clothes had been kicked somewhere beneath the bed, but he didn't seem to notice, instead pacing leisurely to the closet to get new ones, sans clothes himself.
"There are eggs and bacon in the fridge," he said, in a muffled sort of voice, pulling out a dark blue sweater.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:11 pm
Her smiled could only widen so much before her cheeks hurt.
"Your only." She nodded, as there would be no others. Her heart was true now, as it was in the future.
She whetted her lips, the idea of food now taking priority, as she hadn't had such in a week.
Even as she went to the kitchen, she could feel her anxiety rising, making her stomach feel sicker then it really was. she would find herself standing in the kitchen, with the fridge open and staring at it.
Every little reminder of what she didn't have for a week was staring at her. Warmth, comfort, real food. Water, milk, Drinks.
Everything here.
When Magiore joined her, she would look at him, much like a doe in headlights, tears forming.
"I...I don't...I don't think I can...." She held her stomach, like she was holding it in place. "I'm terrified. Is this a trick? Is this a illusion?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:51 pm
Magiore pulled on a dark blue sweater and dark jeans, his hair loose around his shoulders for once, trailing down his back. He got dressed at a leisurely pace, feeling no rush, because there was something very warm and pleasant about this morning already. The fact that he had woken up with Failyn being the first thing he'd seen, his arms around her smaller frame, was something to be cherished, something to be remembered; and he wanted to imprint it into his mind forever.
When he went into the kitchen, however, the happiness slipped away to be replaced by an immediate and sudden concern.
"Failyn?" Magiore said sharply, and came around the island to grasp her arms, brushing her stray strands from her face, his heart in his chest. "Are you all right? What's the matter, are you hurt?"
But her tremulous voice, small and scared, made it quite clear what the problem was. His heart turned over and Magiore slid his hands to wrap his arms around her, tug her against his body and hold her close, burying his face in her hair.
"It's not an illusion," he said quietly, his voice resolute, slightly muffled. "This isn't a trick. You're real, I'm real."
Magiore leaned back and took Failyn's face between both of his hands, thumbs sweeping beneath her eyes, over her cheeks, his gaze boring into hers with a sort of fervor he refused to let go just yet.
"We are real," he said determinedly. "We are real, and we are together, you are safe."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 4:37 pm
She thought she could be strong just a little longer with him.
But a week from reality, stuck in her powered form, she felt the terror. It was enough time that a night wouldn't settle her to being normal again.
"they'll come in, and kick me and throw the water and food. They're just using you aren't they..." She let her hands come to her face, the door shutting to the fridge with a little snap. "They'll take you away and ask me things I don't know. I can't survive longer."
She wanted to run away but his touch was breaking through and the soft sobs escaped again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was just too good to be true, It's just to scary. I am so sorry."
She held onto him. "Please, I'm so sorry." She breathed out again.
"I saw the food, I was terrified." She shook her head, "My stomach, it won't settle down, I feel so anxious. I feel sick." A hand came up to her mouth.Kuuropii That moment you realize you're actually hungry
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 4:43 pm
It scared him, this fear.
He wanted to take it away, to bury it beneath the ground so that neither of them would have to see it, so that it was gone from their sights and their minds, so that they could be at peace with everything. Failyn felt so small in his arms, so fragile, and Magiore cradled her against his chest with the utmost care and concern, whispering words he hoped were soothing.
"Don't be sorry," he murmured gently, kissing her temple. "Don't be sorry, we're safe here, nothing will harm you here, I promise."
He drew back a little and took her hand, guiding her out of the kitchen and into the adjoining living room. Magiore sat down on the leather couch and guided Failyn into his arms to sit in his lap, pulling her against his chest so that he could hold her gently.
"It's all right, we will be all right," he whispered, rubbing her back. "I will protect you, I swear it."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 5:00 pm
"I'm trying so hard but...but I just.." She let herself be led away, even if this wasn't real, the comfort she felt was.
She joined him, trying to breath through the sobs. It had been so good last night, she hadn't remembered. But it was like a switch, and she was back to the real world.
"They'll ask questions." She shivered, "At the hospital, what happened, how did it happen? They always ask the questions and I can't give them the answers." She hesitated, "I can't tell them anything. Who do I tell? Who can I talk too?" She looked at Magiore.
"I just....I want to be normal again." The lingering fear, the doubts within herself, the nonacceptance of reality. She wondered if it was the lack of sleep and food and normalcy that made her hard to accept it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 6:58 pm
"I know," he told her softly, reassuringly, his heart aching for her. "I know, it's okay, it'll be okay."
His grip on her was gentle without being tight, firm without being overbearing. Magiore didn't want to restrain her, merely hold her and remind her that she was no longer in the place that she had been held for so long; and another wave of shame washed over him, because he'd been a part of that, after all. Kidnapping and keeping the senshi and knights because they'd needed information.
Every day he found himself growing more heartbroken at the thought of Failyn disappearing, of them taking her.
"You talk to me," said Magiore decisively. "And we'll take care of it, the both of us, you and me, together. We will figure out the answers to the questions and it'll be okay, we will make it okay."
He kissed her temple, voice trembling a little; his attempts at reassuring Failyn were attempts at reassuring himself as well.
"I will help you find your footing again."
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