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 Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:18 pm
So miserable. Mot was almost tempted to leave and be done with the uncomfortable and awkward atmosphere. "You're worried about that now?" She'd been waving off his worry about being sick earlier. She was obviously sulking.
He considered leaving. For a moment.
His hand rested on Hel's back, rubbing it softly. It was so warm. Poor Hel. Miserable and dealing with such a cold. "I believe you." He murmured softly.
He'd at least stay until she was asleep. That's what he decided he would do.
"Do you still want me to sing? What's your favorite song?" He asked kindly, still wishing to dote on her all the same.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:26 pm
“…Hey…you said I do not worry enough.” It was all she had for a comeback. It wasn’t very effective.
Despite the downing circumstances and the tension that suddenly spread over them once more…his hand on her back made the moths flutter. “…You…do not have to sing if you do not want to.” Though she really wanted him to. “…Uh…w…whatever you want…”
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:44 pm
Mot nodded. "I want to." It would make her happy.. he hoped. She'd looked so elated earlier. Mot fell silent, feeling put on the spot as far as song choices went. Every song that came to mind was.. well, depressing, given his mood. He finally settled, and began to softly serenade his sick ghoulfriend. "Don't taint this ground
With the color of the past
Are the sounds in bloom with you
Cause you seem like
An orchard of mines
Just take one step at a time.."Mot moved his hand from her back, and threaded his fingers through her hair, slowly brushing it in hopes of soothing her mood. Relax her. "And you seem, To break like time
So fragile on the inside, You climb these grapevines
Would you look now, Unto this pit of me on the ground
And you wander through these
To climb these grapevines..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:54 pm
…Was Mot really a reaper? Maybe…maybe he was part siren. Hel was suddenly running with this theory.
She loved to hear him sing. Feeling his fingers thread into her hair was bliss as well.
Regardless of his real parentage, the ghoul couldn’t help but roll back on her side to face him once more as he sang for her. Dual-toned eyes peered up at him from the blankets, and she couldn’t fight the way her eyes started to lid as she started to relax. Once again, that tense atmosphere started to subside…it was weird how it worked like that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 11:00 pm
Had Mot known what Hel was questioning, he might have laughed or simply been flattered. Sorry about your theory, Hel. Mot is pure Reaper.
"I say it to be proud
Won't have my life turn upside down
Says the man with some
With some gold forged plan
Of life so incomplete
Like weights strapped around my feet
Tread careful one step at a time.."
He kept singing softly to her, gently brushing his fingers through her hair as she turned. He was much to shy to look her in the eyes as he sang, so he kept his gaze to the foot of the bed.
"And you seem
To break like time
So fragile on the inside
You climb these grapevines
Would you look now
Unto this pit of me on the ground
And you wander through these
To climb these grapevines."
Hopefully, the ghoul would soon fall asleep. She needed to rest, rather than worry her pretty little head fretting over things.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 11:08 pm
Since Mot wasn’t looking at her…he would miss the way she was slowly inching closer and closer to him.
What he would feel though, was a hand reaching out to grasp the end of his shirt, and holding onto it tightly, while she curled up to his side. Her eye lids were growing heavier, and her mind was lulling into a sense of comfort and quiet as he sang. What could she say? She was a sucker for songs, especially coming from Mot apparently. Okay…she’d just…rest her eyes for a moment now…yes…that’s it…just rest them. That she did. The bad part of that logic was…one always fell asleep despite that she tried to convince herself other wise.
Hel was no exception to that logic.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:12 pm
Mot ended the song, looking down at the mysteriously closer form of Hel as she slept. He rested a hand on her forehead again, checking to see how warm it was. Poor Hel, he thought. He frowned, hoping she would feel better very soon.
Well.. maybe he would stay a little longer.
Mot slid down a bit so he was kind of laying down with Hel, petting her hair as she slept. It was a nice change to see her so tame, so calm. He stayed with her for an hour, making sure she was sleeping soundly. Only then did he get up, tucking her in a little more to keep her snug and warm.
Oh! He'd almost forgotten. The reason he'd come to see Hel that day was to give her the ocarina. Mot rifled through his belt bag, and took out the instrument wrapped in leather cloth. He set it down gently on Hel's nightstand, for her to discover when she awoke.
Mot breathed a sigh, gathered his things, and quietly padded out of the room.
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