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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:03 am
 I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Taranieth had taken quite a time- and the help of Keegan- to become the doctor again, but as it was, he managed. His eyes slipped at times to the forest where he knew the dragon to be hiding, worried about him and ready to pounce should he be in danger.
He did not walk in the front door, unsure of his reception, but instead watched the windows carefully He climbed a tree, eventually, and saw one room that contained Patrick. He knocked on that window. "May I enter?"
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:30 am
Protection was my sole intention...
... but did I succeed, and will you ever forgive me?
Patrick was wiping the tears from his face calmly, and smiled at him before an expression of guilty fear took over. "Of course you can, but... just try not to hate me, okay? I promise to tell you why I look like this - in a moment."
The teenager stood, biting his lip hard as he waited for Taraneith to come into the room - or at least, he intended to, but before he knew it he'd closed his door and gone to sit on his bed.
His face conveyed his misery as he began speaking. "I just lied - spouted a whole pack of them, and I probably smell of Sarah and Adrian - but nothing happened, I swear!"
Here he took a shaky breath, gulping at the realisation that he appeared to be protesting too much.
Despite knowing that, he was completely off-balance for the moment and so couldn't control it: Patrick knew how much Master Taraneith despised liars, yet he hadn't really had a choice, and if that wasn't understood then he really would be alone...
Patrick Raphael Smith raised his head to watch Taraneith, eyes riveted to his face and inwardly cringing as he waited for the slap to hit him, or for the hurt to show on his new Master's face.
It didn't seem to matter that he was supposed to see the 'Doctor' from last night: Taraneith definitely didn't look like anything other than himself in Patrick's eyes. If he weren't so distracted, he would wonder at that.
((... >.<; Not perfect, but if it makes sense? && doesn't confuse you...?))
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 7:46 am
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Permission to enter... given. Taranieth slipped inside, ridding himself of the illusions as he went. He sighed, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to disbelieve what Patrick had just said. He reasoned it out silently. He does indeed smell of both, but not of sweat. Therefore nothing of that sort happened. Kissing, hugging perhaps. Normal for humans. He has just informed me that he has lied. It is shocking, a bit, but why am I not angry? He sat down beside the other on the bed. Is it that it is for a friend? No, lying is wrong in any occasion. But... he told me. He just confessed everything he did to me and he could have told me nothing at all.
He sighed, and tapped the other's nose. "Thank you... for telling me this. Though it brings me no joy to think of you as a liar, I am at least comforted that you have chosen to tell me. As to the other issue... You smell of neither sweat nor any other fluids and I am perfectly content to cleanse your lips once again as I have before, if you wish." he said, smiling slightly. He was obviously not overjoyed, but still, he was neither angry nor excessively hurt. If fact, he was rather looking forward to tasting Patrick's lips once again.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:44 am
Protection was my sole intention... Although Patrick had remained silent and had listened to every word issued from Taraneith's lips, he didn't register what they actually meant for a moment. This set him off babbling.
"Sarah kissed me, after Adrian hugged me - I kissed his cheek, but it was a goodbye kiss and not anything more!"
He gulped. "I had to lie to them. Sarah to tell her she wasn't pregnant, that I was going away because you - as the Doctor - had discovered a wasting disease."
He shook his head a little. "Apparently I have symptoms, but they won't come to destroy my face for anything from a month to a year - not that I'll be here then, as I don't want to make my family suffer..." He snorted.
"At least one sister will rejoice since she rightly blames me for getting rid of the man she thought was to be her suitor later on.
As for Adrian, he simply knows I'm going travelling and that you are a Doctor that's teaching me of foreign medicine."
Patrick tried to think of what he'd missed: something important... "Oh! Adrian knows what you really look like, though from a distance I think - not sure when he saw us, but he did, I'm sure of it!"
He frowned. "Don't worry, we'll keep him away from you - he'll probably be a little more sensitive now anyway."
The young man took a deep breath and came to a halt as he finally took in what, exactly, Taraneith had said. "Y-you're... not mad at me?" he whispered, still worried.... but did I succeed, and will you ever forgive me?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 7:20 am
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
What babble! Taranieth started to chuckle halfway through, tempted to pause the other's words with a kiss, and only stopped by the fact he had only allowed it once and he was not sure of the reception, and also that the babble contained some useful information. He'd have to ask Keegan what a wasting disease was. Or Patrick, perhaps.
After what seemed an age, the other finally caught on that the anger he was attempting to remove was nonexistent.
"Had I been angry to begin with, the past minute of hilarity would have made it totally evaporate. I find it interesting- do all humans speak so much or are you more prone to it than others?" he said, a smile gracing his lips. "Don't fret too much. You have no practice in tricking without outright lies. I do not expect it of you. Also... As to the kissing... I believe you. First, you have no reason to lie, and second, you smell of two other humans, but no sweat, no other inevitable product of the one activity I have asked you - and mind you, it is ask and not order - to abstain from. Kissing I am sure is be both harder to avoid and easier to forgive."
He raised one long, thin finger and traced the other's lips gently. "As to Sarah's kiss - shall I aid you in ridding yourself of the taste?"
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:13 am
Although protection was my sole intention... Patrick blinked softly. "I am not sure - I avoid talking to most people since I do not want to listen to those who speak like Sarah did, or as my mother tends to..."
A sigh left him as a smile appeared on his lips, his thoughts turning to the kiss from Taraneith earlier. "I would definitely like you to do so - please?"
He had to pause here to respond to Master Tar's previous comments. "But before that..." He took a deep breath and biting his bottom lip before speaking.
"I have to admit that - that I would be able to trick people if I thought it necessary to protect something or someone close to me..." He mumbled, watching Taraneith's expression.
"At least, I would do my best to if I couldn't see any other way around it - I'm not a fighter, unless you count with words, or p-poisons..."
When his speech was finished he couldn't look at Taraneith, which left his eyes peering anxiously out his window without actually seeing anything. His cheeks sparkled slightly with the tears he had shed when the Fae had first come in.... but did I succeed, and will you ever forgive me?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:35 am
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Taranieth had had enough. Patrick was berating himself entirely too much... though there was a thought, at the back of his head... What if he lied to me? and it was not a pleasant thing to think on. He would leave it to later. For now it was important that Patrick know he was forgive an quit torturing him with guilty words he did not wish to hear. He didn't want to be reminded of how the one before him was human. He didn't want to remember that he could lie. He desperately wanted to trust him and he didn't want to bear in mind the objections to such a thing.
So he stopped him from saying any more. His hand slipped behind the other's chin and turned his face towards him, and he leaned in, taking in the smell of Patrick which was strong despite the annoying interference from the other two. "Hush." he whispered, an order. His lips met the other's and he pressed them there, still slightly hesitant as to how far would be allowed. Then, he could no longer control it and his tongue slipped out and pressed lightly on the slight part between the two sweet lips, begging entry without being too forceful about it.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:00 am
Although protection was my sole intention... Patrick moaned softly at the unexpected sensation of Taraneith's lips on his, his mouth opening instinctively to the press of Master Tar's tongue.
He had only wanted to make sure that he was not deceiving the Faery by omitting the fact that he could lie if the situation required it - not a skill he was particularly proud of, but it was one he was perfectly fine with using so long as the purpose was to help or protect those he cared for.
Patrick Rafael Smith, who had earlier regretted that he had sat Sarah down on his bed just in case his lies made her faint, now felt quite giddy to have this gorgeous man on his bed - he was certain, when he could think, that his room would never look the same to him again.
The young human's arms came up, hesitantly moving toward Taraneith - would the Master mind if he held him? Unsure, Patrick merely rested his hands on Taraneith's waist lightly.... but did I succeed, and will you ever forgive me?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:41 am
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
If anything the hand on Taranieth's waist made him happier - anything Patrick did that involved touching his master was greatly appreciated. He moved up a hand to stroke the other's hair as he gently explored his mouth with an expert tongue. He moved slightly closer, so that their chests touched lightly, lightly pulling Patrick to him so that he ended up on his lap and reveling in the lack of resistance provided.
He wondered how far it could be taken.
Then, very much half-heartedly, he dropped the other's lips, still feeling the taste. "Is this the time?" he questioned in a whisper, though he was quite ready to continue. There were days when he hated having self-control. As it was he attempted to eliminate all possibility of misinterpretation of his words as 'I don't want to.' by continuing to run his hand through the other's hair, as though he couldn't quite stop himself. His thumb traced the contours of Patrick's in a way that was surely fairly distracting.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:54 am
Although protection was my sole intention...
Patrick was indeed finding it difficult to concentrate, but he made a valiant effort to focus without moving away from Taraneith - he was enjoying the touches of his Master, and he didn't want Taraneith to think that he so much as disliked it, for in fact he wanted more.
Unfortunately, his mother's face flashed before his eyes which brought back the reason he wished would stay away. Regretfully, he shook his head, voice a whisper as he explained. "If we were discovered here, mother's shrieks would bring the house down on top of our heads..."
The young man kissed Taraneith's fingertips as he tentatively stroked a strand of his Master's hair. "And I really, really don't want anything to fall on this head..." he murmured, smiling softly.
... but did I succeed, and will you ever forgive me?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:15 am
I`m like a spider, you are my fly.
Taraneith chuckled slightly. "I would be much more preoccupied with your head than mine. But don't worry- We will have quite enough time to continue later." he said, tilting his head slightly to give the other's gentle fingers better access. "I came to check on you - as it appears you have had a busy morning. If you need me, call. I will not be far."
He gently picked the other up and set him back down on a chair. He gently kissed his forehead, and after one last, lingering stroke of his cheek, jumped to the tree and climbed down to explain to Keegan what had happened.
The dragon himself was sitting in the shade of the undergrowth and blew a heart-shaped smoke ring at Taranieth, with a pointy-toothed approximation of a grin. Taranieth blushed. "Oh, hush, Kee."
Keegan replied with a slight eyebrow-waggle (well, there was a structure that looked similar to an eyebrow, and he waggled that) and a growl that was very similar to a chuckle.
Taranieth tapped him on the nose. "Cheeky brat. Anyhow, do you want to hear what he said?"
Thus, the next hour was spent recounting what had happened in the morning.
I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:27 am
Doubts shall doubtless come, sure as the sun sets...
Patrick swallowed a protest at Taraneith's leaving him - not kissing was one thing, but to be left alone so abruptly?!
He shook his head and lightly slapped his own cheek: they were still in the early stages, only known one another for a day or so, and already he had withdrawal symptoms?!
This does not bode well for my sanity, now does it? The young man thought to himself, sighing softly as he stood and left by the same window that everyone else seemed to be using. He had no desire whatsoever to face his mother and her questions, even less to be forced into a mixture of lies and household chores.
Wonder whether I'll be expected to perform 'wifely' duties when I leave with him? Do I know how to?
He had his carving knife in his pocket and swiftly scrambled back up the tree so that the wood could easily be scooped up.
An hour in a tree with the carvings was just what he needed, and if anyone disturbed him - even if it was Adrian, all-smiles to learn that Sarah was not pregnant - then he promised to throw a piece of wood at them...
... but for now I can maintain my calm as I concentrate on the sensations instead.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:46 am
Never was interested...... Now it's too late. Adrian, meanwhile, wondered what his life would be like- if of course he survived this. Sarah was pregnant... damnit. I have to go see her. I have to know what she's done. Whether or not I am dead meat. And - urk - propose. he thought, running toward her house. He knocked on her door. "Hello, have you seen Sarah this morning?" he asked politely.
Sarah's father was grumpy. That daughter of mine is always the one causing trouble... "Turned up this morning on the doorstep, didn't tell us what she'd done all night and ran off, I expect she's in her room now, came back about an 'alf hour ago. Go ahead and talk to her. 'Snot like she's doing anything productive." he grumbled, stepping aside.
Adrian went up, knocking on her bedroom door. "Erm, Sarah? Can I talk to you?"
((Play Sarah? So we can interact?))
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:00 am
((Of course.))
Dreams snatched away so harshly...
 Sarah was washing her face in cold water, trying to remember that she had some attributes that could still catch her a suitable husband.
This wasn't working due to the fact that her most promising suitors had both been lost to her just this very day. Tears blurred her image on the mirror's surface even as she swiped angrily to get rid of them.
When a knock sounded on her door she spoke without turning around, knowing that the faint red around her eyes betrayed what she had been doing.
"Come in..." she called softly.
Maybe I can trick Adrian...? He doesn't know the truth yet... The girl thought to herself, the image of her marriage to Adrian not comforting in the slightest: she had been offered the promise of so much more, only to have said vows turn to dust...
... now what's left?
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:07 am
Never was interested...... Now it's too late. Adrian smiled at her, though it was half-hearted. "Oh... man, you seem really unhappy. That's weird. I mean, you're usually... whatever. I talked to Patrick this morning, um... and I though I needed to ask you... well... um..." he bit his lip. He knew Patrick held no interest in her, but what had he told her, had he let something slip? Also, how far had the rumor spread?
This was uncomfortable. The silence seemed to fill the room. Adrian was terrible at stressful situations. Particularly involving girls. And especially when he was the reason for the stress.
Ick. This was going to feel like a very long chat.
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