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 Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:28 pm
Teen Quest iii. - An Overload of Information As soon as the bodies were removed, Coailiann lifted her head and whimpered. Where were they taking her parents? Eyes moved to Alill who was stroking the head of the crying infant and trying to calm her down. At least Coailiann had been too small then to realize what really happened.
Pushing away thoughts of her parents for the sake of her own sanity, the sidhe slowly forced herself to stand up and straighten out her clothing. What had they meant by 'Chosen One' and 'Blessed'? How on earth could she have been blessed? Quietly, Coailiann crept over to where the nurse was and stood, looking at herself.
She was nothing special, she noted. Simply paler than was healthy with a mop of white hair and green eyes. Actually, the child Bébhinn looked sickly, not blessed. With one hand reaching out for the child, Coailiann whispered softly, "It'll be all right…Maybe."
Kay wasn't so sure herself. After all, she would die. That much she knew. How, when, or where she didn't know but she did know that was why she had been brought back to Gaia. Again, the thoughts of woe were pushed from her mind. If she was here, she was here for a reason and that wasn't emoing over the fact that she was going to die.
Still slightly dizzy and a little more than confused, Coailiann left the room. The blood was making her sick and the scent of it was absolutely horrible – not something she could handle and remain calm.
Once in the hall, she began walking aimlessly, unsure of where she was supposed to go or do. These things rarely came with an instruction booklet and last time she had been stuck in Bébhinn's head, unable to do much of anything. Why she was so free to wander around this time was beyond her but she was slightly grateful that, despite being a ghost – because she was sure that she was – she wasn't forced to do something she didn't want to.
The minute that thought entered her head, however, the room began to spin quickly, causing her to becoming dizzy and lose her balance. So much for that. Coailiann closed her eyes in an attempt to regain her sense of balance and she forced herself up again, panting at the effort. Eyes opened again but the room was still spinning, bluring into a hodgepodge of different colors before finally settling on melting scenes of life.
Taking her first steps with the help of the king, her third birthday. Her first day of classes with a strict woman with wild colored hair and a ruler that she'd smack against the desk any time Bébhinn gave the wrong answer. Etiqutte class with Lady Rose – an old sidhe with more wrinkles than sense whose only goal was to get Bébhinn to curtsey properly.
Those images melted away to her harp lessons with a nice woman of a name she couldn't quite remember and then her first recital. She had been dressed in a simple white dress, hair in pig tails, and five years old. On the stage in the festival hall she had her little harp (which was still much bigger than her) and she was coaxed to play a traditional Irish tune. Her fingers plucked at the strings carefully, hestitant at first, before she began to gain confidence.
Faster and faster her little fingers moved, mistakes being blazed over as she tried her best to remember the correct movements and music time. The song was a difficult one – fast and precise – but she tried. It was enough because at the end of the song the entire room had erupted into fast applause. For now, Bébhinn had found her only retreat and joy.
The scene changed to the girl's first real dance. Bébhinn was eleven years old for that first dance, dressed in royal clothing and presented to the court as being 'of age and untouchable'.
She remembered that. All the court had been staring at her and, unbecoming of a Blessed one, she had peed herself out of nerves and had been severely punished in front of everyone. It was the single most embarrassing moment of her entire life. As she watched it, Coailiann blushed furiously and checked herself.
No, no pee that time. Thankful, she continued to walk and as she did the memories sped by again, lodging themselves in her brain for replay after replay. Her adventure climbing out of the Sidhe hill for the first time, the time she had flung potatos at one of the head mistresses for being boring. Her search for buried treasure with some of the other children that she was rarely allowed to play with – but the one that hit her the hardest was her first meeting with the Child Prince.
He stood there in all his royal attire, looking at her as though she were an object of desire. In her court, she supposed she was – but she was still just a child. Twelve years old and while she was officially of age she was still off limits.
"Must you keep staring at me Caedric?" the child said, crossing her arms nervously over her chest. She was wearing a simple white dress – always white, never any color. She was the Chosen, she was not allowed to wear anything but white. Of course Bébhinn hated it and rebelled against it at any moment she could – but it often cost her meals and a good slap on the hands.
"Why not stare at one as beautiful as you, Lady Bébhinn?" the prince answered silkily. He was a year younger than her and the king's only biological child – shipped off immediately to lessons in preparation to be the Royal Heir. In a way, Bébhinn felt sorry for him.
He never knew the wonderful man his father was for anything but sending him away and for the amount of money in his pocket.
"I don't like it," she answered stubbornly, "It makes me uncomfortable."
"Get used to it," he said softly, "You'll be my wife someday."
Bébhinn simply snorted and stalked off, unbecoming of a Royal which she was indeed considered.
The memory faded and Coailiann felt the urge to continue walking down the hall, an assault of more memories hitting her one after the other. Every moment of her past life flashed before her lives, including all the emotions she had felt. One emotion was prominent – the love she felt for her surrogate father.
Kay couldn't help but resent that – after all, her 'surrogate father' had killed her own parents. Of course, Bébhinn had never known that…How would she have felt if she did? Coailiann felt sick again and finally the assault of memories stopped and she was allowed to fall panting to the floor.
Armed with the knowledge of her past, Coailiann simply felt more helpless than before. So many new things all at once had caused her stomach to turn and a pounding headache to form. Curling up on the floor, Coailiann squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push it all away.
She couldn't deal with a million things at once.
Thankfully the hall was silent and she was able to lay there gathering her thoughts for some time before the whisper of feet against the carpet met her ears again. Eyes opened to watch an older Bébhinn walking out of one of the rooms and looking incredibly troubled. She was dressed in a somewhat fancier dress, but it was still white, and was gnawing on her lip. Something was not right.
The girl walked past Coailiann without giving her the time of day and Coailiann simply sighed. Definitely had to be a ghost. "…Bébhinn?"
No answer.
The child prince – no longer a child but a lad of fifteen – came down the hall and took the girl's hand.
"There is not much time, Bébhinn."
"Why should I believe you? How can I trust anything you say?"
"The man is dying Bébhinn and he wishes to see you. Can you not put aside your resentment for me and see the man who sees you as his daughter?" Resentment dripped from his voice, mixing in with anger and what appeared to be…fear?
His words caused the girl to droop slightly, "Lead me to him."
The prince did so, pulling Bébhinn down the hall. The only thing Coailiann could do was follow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:29 pm
Teen Quest iv. - You're leaving me too? "It's time, a gra. I feel them calling me to my final resting place." The king's tired voice was raspy and weak – but Bébhinn tried not to notice. The girl simply crawled onto the bed with him and took his hand.
"Can't you stay just a little longer, papa?" Her voice was thick with unshed tears and her hand was shaking lightly against the king's. This was the man that had been her father all her life – she didn't know of her own family. This man was the only family she truly knew.
And he was leaving her.
"No, a gra. There is a time to fight and a time to let go. This is not the time to raise arms. I am tired." He smiled weakly and stroked Bébhinn's cheek lightly, "I have been fighting long enough. Caedric is of age to take the throne and I have gotten to see you grow from a wee babe. My work is done."
Bébhinn wanted to protest but one look at her father's tired eyes and she wilted. How could she ask him to stay and be so selfish? He had been fighting incredibly long, she knew. The healers were unsure what was wrong with him, but no practice – magic or mundane – had been able to cure him. The girl nodded lightly, "Then go, papa, but know that you'll always b..be alive in my heart."
The king, satisfied with his daughter's blessing, closed his eyes and breathed his last. Bébhinn let out a strangled cry and lay herself over his body, tears previously unshed flowing freely onto the silk garments of the king. No – not king any longer.
Struggling to get the words out, Bébhinn whispered an Irish blessing she had known all her life, "Go n-éirí an bóthar leat; Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl; Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh; Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna; Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís, Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú."
The last word was barely out before Bébhinn broke down into sobs, clinging to the still warm body that was laying beneath her. He had to leave, she knew, but she didn't WANT him to. Who would she turn to? Who would tell her it was all right when the pressure of being what she was became too much? Certainly not Caedric. She couldn't even stomach the boy.
Coailiann watched who she once was break down and tried not to cry herself. Even if she couldn't stand the king now, given what she knew, she felt for Bébhinn horribly. It was eerily similar to how she had cried over Neveah and Danny that fateful day.
The sidhe knelt down quietly, "Go n-éirí an bóthar leat; Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl; Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh; Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna; Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís…."
She wasn't able to be heard, but at least she could give the proper respect for someone she once loved so deeply. Coailiann was about to say the last bit when Caedric entered the room and walked right through her and to Bébhinn's side.
"He's gone?"
Bébhinn forced her head up and looked up at the new king with bloodshot eyes, stinging from crying, "What do you think?"
Caedric rolled his eyes, "I think the old man has finally left me the crown. I will be a better king than he ever was."
He regretted it the moment it left his mouth just by looking at the face of his 'sister'. She slid off the bed slowly and came up to him, straightening herself up the best she could. Bébhinn was smaller, but she had a mean temper on her when it came to things she was passionate about.
"You think you'll be a better king than him? You think you could do as much good as he did? You're a selfish, ignorant little prat who cares only about money, title, and what people can do for you. You will NEVER be as good a king as your father was! EVER!"
The small teenager pushed him against the wall and stormed out the room – and that was when Coailiann felt the room begin to spin yet again, drawing her further and further into the past that she wasn't so sure she wanted to be in.
~*~
All around her the garden was alive – the flowers in bloom and sending their sweet scents across the breezes. It filled her with an odd sense of peace that she hadn’t felt since…Well, she hadn’t felt in a while.
Coailiann took in a deep breath, closing her eyes to let it wash over her. This was a moment she would take for all she could. The children laughing, the breezes light across her cheeks and her wind blowing lightly around her face.
Wait; Children laughing? Her green eyes opened slowly and she took a harder look around her. Bébhinn was sitting amongst a group of children and reading to them quietly, making faces and doing her best to act out the parts of the book.
Kay couldn’t help but smile at the sight before her. Despite all that happened to her past self she seemed to bounce back, stronger than before. She had lost the most important person to her but she still was there, not dwelling on it. She had taken her place when she came of age…That had to be what she had to do, right? Move past the incident?
Neveah and Danny were not her fault. There had been nothing that the little girl could have done to stop it or change what happened. It was perfectly fine for her to live and go on while they did not because that was the way it was supposed to be.
With that realization, Coailiann felt tears in her eyes and a weight lift off her shoulders. It was all right to go on living. That gift was the best thing she could have ever gotten and if she took one thing and only one thing from this experience in her past…This was it.
The laughter stopped and silence took hold of the garden causing Coailiann to snap out of her own thoughts and watch as the prince – no, king now – strode across the grass to Bébhinn’s side.
”Bébhinn, I demand you come with me at once. We have much to discuss. You may return to the bratlings later.”
The sidhe glared. Had he just called her children brats? ”They are not brats and nothing you can say will make me think any differently. I will not speak to you unless you manage to find some kind of manners.”
The king turned red-faced, ”Bébhinn, I am the king and I dema—“
”You may be a king,” Bébhinn answered, standing up slowly, ”But you’re the largest idiot that has ever disgraced this world or any other for thinking you’re a good one.”
The king’s hand raised and a smack rang out into the air that had thickened with tension. The children shrieked as Bébhinn’s head snapped to the side with the force and tears filled the angry sidhe’s eyes. A giant red hand print was prominent against her pale features.
And it was far too much for Coailiann to stand and watch. Forgetting that she was supposed to be a ghost, her anger took over her and she tackled the man who had just hit her past self. She was ready to fight – and even though she was small, she really didn’t care.
Much to her surprise, Caedric fell over onto the ground with a loud thud and all her hits connected. Bébhinn stared in disbelief and though it only lasted a moment before Coailiann rolled off and started to breathe heavily from the shock of what she did, the damage was done.
The sputtering, angry king who was sporting a black eye and a split lip grabbed Bébhinn by the arm and dragged her away. Shocked, Coailiann caught hold of her wits and started after, determined to see what she had caused.
The girl was tossed into her room and the door was locked, all the while the king spitting out Gaelic curses and Bébhinn swearing she didn’t do anything.
Kay’s heart sank. She didn’t have time to try and help before the room started spinning again and once more she was whisked away further into the past.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:30 pm
Teen Quest v. Nothing much seemed to have changed. The halls were just as they had been before and the door on Bébhinn’s room was still locked. Had it been a long while? Had she gotten her past self locked away for life? Was that what had caused her death?
So many worries and thoughts stole away that precious calm that the young sidhe had managed to grasp onto. Had she been the cause of her OWN death? Maybe it wasn’t okay….Maybe…
The thought was interrupted by Caedric walking through her and unlocking the door. Bébhinn, who looked untouched with age – and reassured Coailiann that it had only been a few days at the most – emerged without a single word to the king.
”Bébhinn. I’m letting you out in the hopes that you will agree to take your rightful place at my side as queen. You are the only one fit…” Even if she infuriated him she was the only one of high enough standing for him to consider. Imagine – a PURE one as his wife!
A disgusted glare was given to him, ”If you think my freedom could buy my ultimate demise, then you are sadly mistaken. Take your proposal and stow it where there is no sunlight.”
Without another word, Bébhinn hurried off to resume her duties with the children. Coailiann couldn’t help but cheer as she watched herself walk away. How wonderful was the expression of utter rejection on the king’s face? She could hardly stand it!
“Yeah, so there you ugly toad, take that!” Kay giggled to herself and scurried off toward Bébhinn to see what was going to happen next. It didn’t seem like Caedric was going to attack her again.
The spinning started yet again and Coailiann found herself getting tired of the effects. Why couldn’t the spinning just STOP? It was making her sick to her stomach and disoriented. The flashes of color that swirled around her didn’t help much and when the pictures began to clear up and she was able to watch, it didn’t do a thing for her turning stomach either.
Meeting after meeting of the king attempting to court Bébhinn became lodged in Coailiann’s memory. The feeling of rage and discuss and absolute exasperation at the endless line of requests and the anger from the king radiating struck her like a force she never knew existed. He made numerous passes, sexual and non, and Coailiann couldn't help but inwardly cheer each time Bébhinn tore him down. It was a little victory each and every time.
The image swirl finally stopped on a particular scene. The hostile feelings radiating from Caedric simply caused the sidhe to shiver.
"I'm asking you one final time," he hissed through gritted teeth as he pushed Bébhinn up against the wall, "Will you be my wife?"
The glare Bébhinn gave him as she tried to push him away was murderous, "And for the last time, Caedric, I give you the same answer. I would not marry you if you were the last man in any realm!"
The look on Caedric's face frightened even Coailiann as his hand tightened around Bébhinn's arm. It was rage wrapped in possessiveness wrapped in absolute raw dominance.
"Then I'll just make you."
Coailiann had absolutely no choice but to watch in horror as Bébhinn was dragged away, fighting and screaming the entire time. Nobody dared stop the king. Her world started spinning again turning her vision into a white blur. The sidhe had no idea which way was up and which was down and quite honestly she was afraid of what she would see when the spinning stopped.
She was right to worry. The scene solidified in the king's room and what Coailiann saw made her promptly lose what contents of her stomach were left. Over and over again Bébhinn's screams echoed through the room, piercing the sidhe's heart.
They were so full of terror and pain that Coailiann had no idea how it had no affect on the male. She could feel the emotions pour off her past self in waves – again and again they assaulted her, the memories of the act lodging themselves in her mind and clawing at her. It was as if her mind was being torn apart, a piece here, a piece there, scattering themselves in random places and being ripped so savagely that they'd never be able to put together completely again.
Finally there was a lull and time seemed to speed up. Bébhinn lay in the bed, bloody and bruised and half passed out – but it didn't stop the king from coming back for the next two days and repeating the process until Bébhinn was little more than a shell, tied to the post like an insignificant animal.
Coailiann began to sob. She didn't want to see this! She didn't deserve to see this! Why were whatever forces at work making her watch herself get raped so brutally? The sidhe tried to crawl to Bébhinn but she was stopped and once again the scene melted away.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:31 pm
Teen Quest vi. A shaken, battered and bruised Bébhinn sat in her room – finally released from the grasp of the king. Coailiann crawled next to her, despite her being invisible to the people there, and just…stared. The girl had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to really see or do at this point and figured the best thing to do was sit there and watch – though she definitely was getting tired of doing that.
It was hours before Bébhinn stood herself up on shaky legs, put on some clothing, and left the room. Kay decided then that she was definitely braver in her past life than she was now – if it had been her she'd have curled up in a little ball and never left the room again. The small sidhe stood up and followed silently, praying that the story would look up from there.
"Please, listen to me! The king raped me! For three days!" Bébhinn's eyes and voice pled with the five Council members. Rape was generally not tolerated and Bébhinn knew that – however, this was still very much the king's council and they simply laughed at her.
"Woman, the king did no such thing. Do not waste our time with your foolish lies."
Anger smoldered in the woman's eyes and she took steps toward the table where they sat, "Look at my wrists, where the rope was! My face, where it's bruised. My entire body is like this and yet you say my claim is foolish and a lie? Caedric raped me!"
The council was silent and looked to each other and then to the sidhe in front of them. There was no denying that the girl was telling the truth but there was nothing that the council could do. If they were to side with Bébhinn, it would be their lives forfeit and nothing could could come from that.
"Bébhinn," one of the council said, "With your words and actions, spreading lies about your own king, you are committing treason. This is a crime of very high consequence that is very clear to us. Guards, escort miss Bébhinn to the dungeons. Her time above ground is finished."
"What?! No! Please!" Bébhinn stared at disbelief for a moment before breaking into sobs as the guards took her arms and carried her away.
-TBC-
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:34 pm
Teen Quest vii. Callix stretched. God, it felt so good.La Voix had been silenced, and his inner self was very much pleased. He had matured, grown and become a predator. Morality had been a candle in the wind as he strutted down the street. Tight pants clung faithfully to his hips as he made his way down the block in search of another lover. Such was his life. It was not about happiness. He was happy, he knew it to be so. Instead, his own selfish desires were about survival. And god, he loved surviving.
The sweet scent of the city was like the perfume of a warm body - he loved it here. Women and men alike would look upon him with desire, but he would always cater to the females. Just today he'd laid with two others, but they did nothing to satisfy him. After stealing his lunch, he was out on the prowl. His sensitive nose was suddenly filled with the fragrance of a female, his innards churning with an unholy pull. Quickly, he followed the scent and ducked into an alley.
Deep in the back, barely covered by paper bags and other rubbish, lay a half-naked woman. She'd probably been attacked by the look of her tattered clothing. Much of her skin was free to the night air, and Callix licked his lips, a smile playing on his face. She was practically naked, and he would be damned if someone else were to stumble upon this diamond in the rough.
His fingers tingled like lightning danced through the tips as he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Wings flared as he gazed at the moonlight that played on her skin. Yes, her skin was like expensive ivory - much more indulgant than the cheap whores that prowled the streets. To the air he flew, and to his sanctuary he took her. It was a run down, hole-in-the-wall apartment, half torn apart by age and neglect. But it had a bed, bathroom and kitchen. Much of the furnishings were stolen from alleys or other apartments, but it was home for now.
Carefully, he lay her down on the bed (she looked far more petite than most women who loved him rough), trailing kisses down her face. She was still breathing - he could tell by the sweet pulse beneath his lips on her neck.
-KAY QUEST WHERE SHE WATCHES SELF DIE ENTER HERE MUST WRITE IT-
The newly aged Coailiann lay limp as a rag doll, breath slow and even beneath Callix as he trailed kisses down her face. They, however, did not wake her. The iridescent pink wings on her back began to flutter violently against the bed and the young woman began to convulse, tears flooding into her closed eyes and spilling over her cheeks a few moments later. A single grimace of pain and then a scream, though the girl still did not wake. It did not look as though she were going to wake any time soon.
Callix would have time to do what he would to her - or at least it APPEARED to be so once she calmed down again. The only traces of the previous pain being the heavy breathing beneath him and the newly formed necklace around her neck made of iron and a stone that looked more like liquid than a solid stone.
The incubus hardly regarded her cries of pain - it was what he wanted, after all. The struggle and the power he gained was what he lived for. Smiling against her skin, he moved against her and never noticed her newly-formed necklace. Reaching lower, his green eyes flashed in anticipation of the ultimate prize. White wings flared out and their claws gripped the bars to pull him closer on top of her. She was sleeping, so he was never alarmed about laying with a corpse.
Callix explored her body with his hands, wondering idly if her mind knew what he was about to do to her. Her body would adore it - most bodies did. Bodies were often ignored by the mind, left to suffer alone. But he awakened things people did not wish to acknowledge. Her wings were beautiful, and oddly familiar...
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:37 pm
Teen Quest viii. It was then that green eyes snapped open, clouded and disoriented - but there. A friend's eyes, familiar eyes. Coupled with her long white hair, it was doubtful that even in the mode that Callix was in that he'd be unable to recognize her for who she was.
It took a moment for the sidhe to realize that there was a man on top of her, and that she didn't feel clothes against her. Or, she did, but they felt ripped to shreds. When she did, Coailiann let out a shriek, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFFA ME!"
Her wings fluttered madly as she raised a knee, hoping that she'd be able to hit the correct mark and get him off her. She was panting heavily as flashbacks of her own past were assaulting her now, making it hard for her to do much else. That one defensive motion was all she could muster before she fell limp again, sobbing.
Had all that really happened? Had she really gone through that? She didn't even notice the new necklace on her throat. Kay was too caught up in the fact she was likely being raped AGAIN.
Too engrossed in his work, Callix didn't even think to protect himself from retaliation. The woman's knee went straight between his legs - hard - and he nearly collapsed on her in pain. Tears welled up in his eyes from discomfort and embarassment, and the incubus stumbled to a corner of the room to try and nurse his wounds, so to speak. Doubled over in agony, his breathing was labored, hissing at her through clenched teeth.
"Dieu, il blesse!" he wheezed, leaning over himself. His wings' claws clenched at whatever they could find to stable himself. "Ahhh, god..." He could barely think straight, let alone walk or defend himself. God she had sharp knees, and damn himself for wearing such tight pants. Tears leaked into his hair, but he hoped and prayed she did not see more of his weakness.
Callix felt his own hatred rise up at her, angered beyond reason that she would have the audacity to attack him for pleasuring her! It was simple - she wanted it so obviously, and someone would have come to her anyway. He was the best of the best, a Porche in a sea of mopeds. "....Ahh..." was all he could manage.
Her past's assault didn't end until Callix's weight was lifted off her completely and she heard him cursing in the corner. Released of the inability to move, Coailiann sat up, breathing heavily. If she could get her wits about her, she could possibly make it out of here alive. After all, she had survived the in between fairly well, hadn't she?
Green eyes quickly scanned the room for something she could use as a bludgeoning weapon should she need it and stopped when her eyes rested on a mirror. Forgetting, for a moment, the fact that her life (or her virginity) was potentially at risk, she ran over to the mirror.
She had grown. She had GROWN! She was bigger, and she had wings and.....Holy god, she had boobs. "Oh. My. GOD." Her hands went up to cup them for a moment before she giggled gleefully, Callix all but forgotten. She had grown! She was no longer a child! And she had BOOBS. And WINGS. Wings? That one hit her like a ton of bricks and she instantly fluttered them and reached behind to let her fingers touch the light appendages to make sure they were real.
Wings.
"I GREW!"
Yeah, total opening for the incubus. She was far to occupied with her new height and body parts to pay much attention to him.
Wheezing still in the corner, his slitted eyes gazed possessively up and down her figure as she studied herself in the mirror. Puzzled, he wondered why she would be so shocked by her own features. His hands had explored most of her 'newly-grown' self before she kicked him, and despite the pain, the thought of her beneath him caused Callix to smile. The pain was subsiding from a stabbing, sharp agony to a dull throb. He could finally right himself after breathing slowly for a few moments, though his voice was still a bit shaky.
Desperate for her again and wanting to resurrect his wounded pride, Callix walked behind her and admired her torso from above. He was a good four inches taller than the fairy woman, especially in his heels. His fingers were feather-light on her skin, and he stood with one leg behind the first in case he needed to leap to avoid another knee.
"Is this such a suprise, ma chere? Your body?" he asked quietly, green slitted pupils bright against the mirror, some of the only bright colors in the hellhole. The white of Kay's ivory skin was like a beacon in the blackness.
She was brought out of her own little world by his voice and touch and she spun around to meet him, angrily, "Yes! Not that it is any of your business! You...you...uh..." Well, she couldn't really think of any good insults right now. Instead, the small girl reached for the nearest thing - the mirror - and raised it above her head, "I swear to god if you touch me again you'll be picking glass out of you for a WEEK." Her pink wings fluttered angrily and she took a few steps back, effectively backing herself into a corner. But she did have a weapon, at least.
And then, her eyes noticed his white wings coupled with his use of french and she completely and utterly froze, staring in disbelief. "....Callix?" her hand lowered, though didn't drop the mirror.
Callix stared at her, perplexed. Stepping ever more steadily towards her, his demeanor at first hadn't changed from his usual possessiveness. Step after small step, he neared her position in the corner, though tried his best not to pose a threat. He wings rested on his back and he approached her at an angle, more curious than hungry. She was most ravishing when angered. At that moment, he could recall no other than was her equal.
But how did she know his name?
Wait. The white hair, the fury she flew into (his intentions aside)... it was all very familiar. Very few women here in the city knew his name, and he did not recognize her. Save for her garment, which was tattered and in shambles. But there was enough wrapped around her to give her identity away. Those were hisclothes, and only one other could have gotten ahold of them.
"Kay? Cela vous est?" A hand reached up to touch the arm nearest him, but he snatched it back like he'd planted it against a burning hot stove. The incubus took a few steps back, into what little light was filtered through the holes of the cheap curtains. "Cela vous est...?" he repeated in awe.
Coailiann breathed heavily and the mirror dropped from her hand, shattering on the ground. Her friend had almost raped her? What? Confused, Coailiann took a few cautious steps out of the corner and, now fully aware that she was bared for the world to see, wrapped her arms firmly around her chest. Not that it would do any good - he had already seen her - but it really didn't make a difference to her. She needed to be covered. "Y...you g...rew?" Awe in hervoice as well.
He had grown, and he was...delicious. Like those boys on the television, only better. But..he had...No. She wouldn't believe that. Something else had to have happened, right?
...Right?
Only one more word was uttered, "Why?"
No. God, why did it have to be her?
Callix looked away uneasily, strands of his bangs clinging to his forehead. No, he was never supposed to feel nervous, never anxious, never scared. He shifted his weight onto another hip, hoping her could distract her with his body. Never before did he feel ashamed of what he did, and god, why should he? She's a woman, his prey, and he was a predator. Lions never felt guilt towards the deer they had to kill to survive. He was only surviving.
She was so desirable, frightened and backed into a corner like a lost lamb, eyes wide with terror, body shivering. He could not help the few steps forward he took, and went to her as slowly as he could. Manicured hands went up to brush strands of hair from her face, smelling the fear and muted desire that seeped from her skin. "Kay, ma chere..." Quickly, formulate a story! "I...I found you alone in an alley. You were so very cold and alone, and there was so much trash. Your clothes were ripped and... I saw a drunkard wandering into the alley when I found you. I...wanted to protect you," he lied, hoping she would not know the difference, "I thought maybe he would attack you, so I started to kiss you..."
His figures came up to brush against her lips. Women loved that. "I found I could not help myself, you are so painfully beautiful..." The last words trailed off in a whisper and he gazed into her eyes with a hopeful gleam. "...could not help myself..."
If it were anyone else, she would not have believed him. But Coailiann believed him simply because she did not want to believe that her best friend could or would do such a thing to her. Against her better judgement, Coailiann closed her eyes and accepted his story. After all, she held so much affection for the boy - no, he wasn't a BOY anymore. Just as much as she wasn't a girl. It confused her, scared her. It had only been three weeks that she'd been living with him and they had grown so close but now she felt as though they were worlds apart. What had happened?
She didn't quite understand. Coailiann was silent - she would let him stew in his juices for now. Even if he did what he said, he still deserved it for scaring the daylights out of her.
Stepping close enough to brush himself against her, Callix snaked an arm around her waist and another into her hair. He was not about to attack her again, but he wanted to calm her down, make her more easily managable. She was gorgeous now that she was grown. Not that she was not a pretty girl before, but now she was a beautiful woman.His breath played on her brow as he waited for her to relax.
"Je regret, ma chere." he apologized into her hair, planting kisses gently on her forehead. His tail twitched nervously behind him, still tense to flee in case she decided to attack again. He couldn't hold her down as she was prone to struggle too much. It was either his looks or the energy he wished to take from her, and sometimes he had to consider the possibility of flight.
"I did not know you followed me here, ma chere." The hand at the small of her back traced circles into her skin as he spoke. "You're so beautiful..."
Coailiann remained stiff but it couldn't last for long. Now that she was calming down, helped along by Callix, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The necklace that had appeared, made of iron, was finally taking it's toll on her little body and she wrenched away from the red head, looking around for a place to purge herself of....Well, really nothing. She had no food in her stomach anymore after so long. Stomach acid was brought up as she found a waste paper can to vomit in, green eyes clenching shut at the burning sensation in her ********, where had that come from? Her head lifted and she looked over at him, necklace beginning to turn the skin it touched a nasty shade of red.
"You left me," she said softly, "I didn't want you to leave me."
Coailiann's hand raised and her necklace was removed, memories of Bebhinn handing her the necklace reaching her mind. Her soul stone. The key to her survival....Such a burden to have. Especially when made out of iron which apparently made her sick.
She couldn't carry this. Someone ELSE had to...And Callix was the only one in the room. Could she trust him?
Kneeling in shock when she started to vomit, Callix moved his hand to her shoulders in an effort to comfort her. He didn't want her sick in his house, or to become sick all over him. The incubi's eyes narrowed when she pleaded for him to never leave. She must have known when he ran away from home. Must have been awake when he left. Must have followed him. But why? Why would she follow him into the depths of a cold, dark and dangerous city where she became another victim?
"I did not know, ma chere. Why did you follow me? I came here for answers, to find my past. Is that what you found when you followed me?" he asked quietly, eyes drifting down to the floor.
I could have brought you, but I am a monster and I knew you would be hurt. I knew you would be safe at home, and yet you followed me and I attacked you without a second thought. But god, you are so beautiful. How can you deny me?
If La Voix were still with him, it would be singing his praises with the selfish inner thoughts that swirled inside him. Was it their friendship that kept him sane, or was it the threat of pain? He did not know then, and simply watched as she removed her necklace.
"I followed you because you left. I was afraid that you would be hurt, or wouldn't come back, and I'd lose another friend. I didn't want to lose another friend." She paused and realized how pathetic that really sounded. She inwardly kicked herself for it and sighed, brushing her hair from her delicate face, "Yes, I suppose I did find my past. Or it found me. Either way, I know how I died."
She dare not speak of how she did, to him nor tell him how utterly afraid she had been when he had been atop of her like that. "What did you find, Callix? Did you find what you were looking for." Her hand indicated to the dinky place they were in, "Was this what you were looking for?" Her hand rested on her half naked body, "Or was this? Tell me, Callix. Did you find all that you were looking for in this trip?"
She hadn't been looking for anything, and she had found too much. Coailiann was likely not even making SENSE at this point.
"Come, lie down." came a soft command, Callix trying to scoop the Sidhe into his arms to lay her on the bed. He had no clothes for her except for his own, but he could steal her some. A firey fairy, she was, and he secretly admired her for it. Stepping into the kitchen, he opened the dirt-encrusted fridge to find there was hardly any food to be seen. He sighed and stood up again. "I'll find some clothes for you."
The apartment was very small, but there was a cramped room where he stored his clothing. Several pairs of jeans were loose about the hips from excessive use, and a loose white dress shirt would do. He found an old belt he kept from a previous lover and returned to the room where Kay sat, folding them over an arm. "Here, they may be somewhat large on you, but it's something."
Did I find what I was looking for? he asked himself, eyes going distant for a moment. Yes, I found my inner monster and I let him loose. I am a grown demon now. A parasite. This hole was never what I wanted, but I cannot stop myself. If I do...
If I do...
I die.
"I have some money. If you are hungry, we can find somewhere to eat, or I can bathe you." There was no desire in his voice now, only emptiness and distance.
Coailiann took a deep breath and stood up, clutching at the iron which was irritating the skin on her delicate hand. The mark around her throat was still there - there was no way she could keep it for much longer. The faerie sat herself down slowly and watched him move off and bring her clothes. Clutching them to her body she sighed softly, "Thank you..." a pause, "Callix. I love you, you know. You're my dearest friend...I..." A slow, calming breath as she tried to come to terms with things.
"I love you for being my friend." There was nothing but a proof of her friendship as she held out her hand with the necklace, "Please, take this and don't let anyone touch it. I'll figure out something to do with it, but for the moment I...I can't hold it. It's making me sick. I trust you."
She smiled weakly at him, hoping he'd take it and be careful with it. He could literally kill her by letting that stone crack. At the mention of the bath she shook her head, "I'll bathe when we get home....You..ARE coming home, aren't you? Or are you staying here?"
The thought mildly frightened her. She didn't even know where 'here' was and it was such a...nasty little place. Really. "I'm not very hungry but..." she stood up again and looked around for something sharp, "Do you have scissors? Or a knife?"
Curiously, Callix took the necklace and studied it. For whatever reason, it was making Kay extremely ill. For a few moments, he quietly looked over the necklace, and then to Kay. Trust me? You trust me? Why do you trust a monster? Was he proud of that fact? Part of his so desperately was. Proud to finally be mature, finally be able to tap into the full extent of his wicked powers.
Brushing those thoughts from his mind, he took the necklace and wrapped it around his own neck, tucking it beneath his shirt. "I'll find a safer place for it later." Walking idly around the room, he looked the sty up and down. No, it was not his best work. Not even in the slightest. But in his stay in this city, he'd learned to steal, lie and cheat to get what he wanted. And he'd done the same to Kay. Was he ashamed? He didn't know.
Was she afraid? "I don't think I will return home. Not to maman, non." He turned around to face her, wondering if it was him she was afraid of. "I will...stay here. Not in this place. I want a better place. A nicer place." And, against every semblance of sanity he thought he had, his offer spilled out. "If you are afraid, you can stay with me here."
Knife? What on earth did she need a knife for? "Why something sharp, ma chere?"
"Thank you." He wouldn't let anything happen to it, she had to at least believe that for now. "A nicer place would be good....Though Miss Lu would certainly be upset that you're not returning..." She frowned slightly, "I don't think I can go home myself, either. Yes, to see momma...But not to stay. The headquarters are no longer my home. I cannot be there without reliving..."
And christ, didn't she have enough to relive now? With her perfect, pale looks that her race so adored. Adored so much that she was wanted beyond all belief and then taken against her will? No. She'd never let THAT happen again. She would never let anyone have control over her again. Which was why she needed that knife. Or scissors.
She had to cut away that long, gorgeous hair. Change her appearance, flaw herself in some way. Scar the ivory, so to say. "I want to cut my hair. I do not wish to look like me any more." Coailiann looked to Callix with a small smile as she began to put the clothes on, hiding her figure. She was short, but she definitely had a body now. "I cannot look like me anymore. I doubt you'd understand."
He stepped up behind her and pressed his body against her, wishing to know why she would want to mar such a perfect visage. It almost pained him. Why tarnish the beauty she was born into this world with? She had to have her reasons, however insane. A palm went to her stomach, pressing gently to ease her closer to him. The claws of the man's wings went to play with her hair, to tickle her skin. "You are very right. I do not understand. I love your hair, but if you wish to cut it, I suppose I cannot stop you."
He had no use for scissors, but had a razor with extra blades on hand in the bathroom. "The mirror in the bathroom is cracked, ma chere, but there is a blade in the cabinet. If you must..." he trailed off on purpose. Something was definately off about her. Something happened. Things seemed like they were piling on top of her and she was beginning to crack under the pressure of resisting. He, on the other hand, gave in with his heart and soul. Only parts of the incubus would protest, and he would silence them quickly.
Kisses her placed on the shell of her ear, her neck and the juncture of her shoulder. The image of her beneath him was etched into his mind, and he could see her curves beneath her clothing, even now. She could never really look that different to him, not after their last meeting. "I know of a tattoo parlor that does piercings as well..." he breathed against the fairy's skin.
Being so close to him, in his grasp...It was definitely something new. At least, to her NOW. His hand was on her stomach and suddenly she felt...quite trapped. Different, but trapped. Excitement was definitely one of the feelings that was going through her but...There was also fear. A distinct fear that told her she had to get out of his arms right now. So she did, sliding out of his arms with ease before going towards the bathroom quickly. On the way, Coailiann decided that if Callix wanted sex, well, he could have it.
Her purity was one of those features she had been coveted for, wasn't it? The untouchable? Well, if that was it then...He could have it, because he seemed to want it. Better yet, she could give it to him, and make him beg for it. Have the power herself. Smiling, Coailiann reached for the blade and began to slowly cut at her hair, leaving it at her shoulders. It was messy, and choppy, and she liked it. It wasn't uniform and neat like she had been made to be. "Piercings, tattoos? Yes, those would work well."
Perhaps Kay was going quite insane over it, but hey, she deserved a mini break down didn't she? Once she was finished with her hair she exited the bathroom and locked her green eyes with him, "What do you want, Callix? Do you want me?"
Her voice had dropped low, but he'd still be able to hear her. He could have the sex if she could have the power.
Why do you have to ask that? You already know the answer.
Suddenly, something felt wrong. Her demeanor had changed too quickly now that her hair was gone. He regarded her face, her eyes, and compared them to her new hair. It was different, and it definately wasn't the Kay he remembered. Callix took a few steps toward her and ran his fingers along the shredded tips of her hair, picking out loose strands and tossed them to the floor.
He rolled her question over in his mind several times before deciding on his response. He knew not what she was trying to do, but he was familiar with the game. Some of the women he'd been with wanted him to proclaim his need of them, his driving desire to have them. And he did proclaim it, sinfully, lustily, just as they had wanted. Was that what Kay wanted from him?
Callix rested his head lightly against hers for a moment, wondering what changed her demeanor so. Her hair was so different, and now she wanted tattoos and piercings. He prayed to whatever god would listen that she did not become one of those punk rock women with mohawks for hair.
"Ahh, ma chere, how would you like me to say it?" he asked, knowing full well that, despite how he hated it, obeying her every wish would create more energy for him to feed.
I may already know the answer, came Coailiann's mental reply with a smirk, But to hear you say it gives me power. Now, tell me.
Even if he hadn't been projecting, she had heard it. God knew why, but she did. Perhaps because it was directed at her? Or about her, at least. Coailiann leaned closer to him, turning her head and nibbling gently at his fingertips. She was going by pure instinct, now, and what she knew from watching late night television. It was new and he already had several advantages on her. He'd done something before, she knew. He had to have, if he was doing something to her when she first woke up.
"I don't care how, so long as you area beneath ME."
"Would that make you happy?" came his reply, watching her with interest as her teeth grazed over his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss her, but stopped just short, waiting for her answer. He'd been submissive to very few (mostly women with power or influence) for the sole purpose of creating more lust. He was used to it. Not a master, but he'd gotten his feet wet.
His tail swished behind him as he watched her, smiling. She knew more than she let on, and a possessive twist formed in his gut, making him want to keep her all to himself.
"It would," Coailiann answered, leaning in to kiss him. It was odd, feeling her lips up against someone else's. It was even more odd considering it was Callix. Hell, Coailiann was already having second thoughts about this whole 180 turn that she was going for. She was about to pull away and tell him never mind when her memory flashed to the first rape and she felt the helplessness that she'd been feeling for a very long time. This would take care of the helplessness, wouldn't it? Give her the power that she had sorely been lacking her entire life?
She pushed into him, hoping to move him towards the bed. With a new resolve, despite her desperate fear, she would do this. She wouldn't be that weakling that had gotten her killed the first time around. She couldn't afford it.
Callix practically purred against her lips and allowed himself to back up. While hate hated to be submissive to anyone, Coailiann was a special case. She could provide him with what he wanted, no, needed so desperately. Smiling as she pressed against him, his tail slithered around her leg. It was completely natural to him, this dance, and he let his mind start to slip away as they progressed.
She wanted him to declare his need of her? Fine, if that is what she wants, then that is what she shall get. Callix abhored begging, but he had since learned such things were necessary. "How could anyone resist you?" he asked quietly, knowing full well she'd be lying atop him in a matter of moments.
"Je vous veux, Kay. I want you."
She crawled atop of him and looked down at him, green eyes glimmering - though mostly with fear. She had to get OVER this fear. The fear of change. After all, she was forcing change that should have been there to begin with, wasn't she? Coailiann leaned down and kissed him again, closing her eyes as she stumbled through it. Really, she was not very good at anything at the moment, especially since...Well, she wasn't MADE for it. Mentally kicking herself and promising to get better, she let herself sink into Callix and her first taste of dominance. It was more freeing and addicting than she thought it would be.
-Fade To Black-
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:38 pm
Teen Quest ix. The lust he syphoned from the fairy was not as substantial as he thought it would be, at first. However, as their encounter lengthened, the incubus was pleased to find Kay was easing into things more readily. If they continued to see each other, he would have to turn the tables on her to keep things interesting. Callix smiled at the thought and turned his head.
She was sleeping beside him, or so he thought. Lazily, he traced a finger over her arm, happy almost that there was still a warm body next to him when he awoke. Normally, he would flee into the night to seek another partner. Somehow, this was soothing. No, that was weakness. He shook himself to rid his mind of such a thought.
Leaning up on his arm, he looked down on her. "Kay? Are you awake, ma chere?"
Coailiann certainly found it incredibly relaxing to wake up next to Callix. She had to get past that, though. Attatchment created weakness and there was no way that Coailiann could deal with that, not right now. Relationships gave others power over her and she couldn't let that happen. However, she felt the incredible urge to sink into him and let it happen. Sighing, her green eyes opened and she smiled at him, trying to push back the mooshy parts of her that demanded cuddle sessions.
"Mmm, yeah, I'm awake."
Let the hardening of a sidhe's heart begin? "You said something about a tattoo parlor?"
Callix blinked. Oh yes, the tattoo parlor. Did she really wish to further mar her appearance? He turned away from her and stood, brushing part of his loose hair behind his ear. Out the window he looked, easily spotting the blinking neon lights on the street that indicated such a place was not too far away. "Oui, it's right down the street. I've never been, but I can walk you there."
Hell and high water would have to come before he let anyone get their hands on Kay. Was it the need to protect, or the need to possess that drove him? Even Callix wasn't sure. Instead, he pushed the thoughts from his mind. No need to be restless, not now. He was fed and had a place to stay. Where was the problem?
He knew he was naked and went to fetch his pair of pants and shirt. When his pants were secure, he watched her through his hair as the incubus donned his shirt.
"You know," Coailiann said against her better judgement, "I could get a job and help you find a better place. Since, you know, I...really don't want to go home." She slid out of the bed in all her naked glory and went to find the clothes that had been strewn about the room. "I mean, if you wouldn't mind. I could totally get used to that dominance thing, though...."
Or, rather, she HAD to. "So you would have to put up with me bringing people over or...me not coming home til late or whatever. I'm sure you have your own agenda, though."
Casting a glance over his shoulder at her, Callix started to button up the shirt. "It is alright, ma chere." he said, leaving several buttons at the top unfastened. "I will find a way to...procure a better place to stay."
He hardly ever came home at all these days. Why should he care about whether or not she came and went as she pleased? The thoughts puzzled him. Perhaps it was because he knew her for such a long time before. His tail swished against the dirty carpet as he thought. He had maybe twenty dollars to his name. How would would they live? Sure, she could get a job, but he was a man. The man was supposed to support the household.
At her other comment, Callix chuckled. "There are many men in these streets who would pay handsomely for a woman to lie atop them. I am sure you would have no trouble finding them." I, on the other hand, do not like to be the one below. She would have to find other partners if that was what the fairy wanted. But was that what he wanted?
"Let us be going, if you are ready?"
Coailiann finished putting her clothing on and gave Callix a level look, "Me? A whore? No thank you." She smiled then, brushing her fingers through her chopped hair, "That's what they're called, right? I can't remember." The memories of television were distant at the moment, "But to be paid for such a deed means the other owns you. That gives them power." A long pause before she said softly, "I can't let that happen, Callix."
Her wings gave a flutter and she went up to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, "To the parlor we go! Uh...Shoes would be good, though. Do you have extra?" The sidhe hated them with a passion but she'd rather not have her feet turned into ground meat by the crap all over the ground.
I can't let that happen.
She would not let herself be dominated? This admission was probably one of the most honest things he'd ever heard her say. Was it some deep desire of hers? Perhaps it was much akin to his difficulty being beneath someone. At least he had since gotten past the skin-crawling feeling it gave him to be the submissive one. It was a necessary evil for him, but he could give in at times. Could she?
Callix smiled at the kiss. "I do not have many pairs of shoes that would fit you. However," He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms. "I can make the trip much quicker, without the threat of treading on soiled ground." The window was slightly ajar, making it a little easier to leave the little hole Callix called home.
"I am not sure how you will pay for what you want, ma chere." he admitted, not wanting to divulge the fact that he was piss-poor to the sidhe.
"I'll find some way. Or, you know, we can bean the guy on the head and make a run for it when it's done and over with." She laughed softly as she nestled into him. God, he was comfortable. Good to be with a friend, in all honesty. Yashi would have smacked her a few times and told her to get over it. When he had become such an a*****e she had no idea but at least he was starting to be civil to her again. It had hurt being pushed away so much.
"Or maybe I can dance for him or something. Like those girls on television. Do you think that would work?" Kay liked dancing...Granted it was when nobody was looking because she sucked but hey she had thought she'd suck at sex too.
A pang of jealousy shot through him then. Callix knew full well she was a virgin when he laid with her, and suddenly had no intention of letting anyone catch sight of her. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around her as he flew from the window. He could not be seen in the sky too often, still self-conscious about the fact that there were few flying demons in the city. He floated down to the street across from the shop and began to walk across.
It was still dark out, and a light drizzle started to fall from the sky, and he raised a white leather wing above the two of them. When they reached the doorstep, Callix set her down. He spotted one of the tattoo artists, a gruff, scruffy male covered in markings of his own design. "Anyone you dance for will be enchanted, I'm sure." he whispered into her hair, watching as the man cleaned his needles. "I've sold myself before - it's not a deplorable practice."
Coailiann was perfectly unaware of Callix's feelings and simply yawned, watching the city below. It was a far cry from what she was used to but she figured that she would be able to figure something out, eventually. Perhaps living with Callix was a bad idea. It could definitely lead to attatchments she didn't want. Wasn't that what happened in the movies?
"Perhaps not for you. But..." She trailed off, unsure about how to explain without giving away all she just recently learned, "Well, for me it is." That would have to be good enough. "But let's see if he'll take a dance..." She strolled into the shop and took a deep breath.
"Hello? Uh...I'd like to get...." What did she want?
Walking in behind her, Callix was sure to shoot the artist a glare that dripped acid. The burly man didn't pay much attention, especially considering that the incubus looked like one of those 'pretty boys' with a questionable sexual preference. Kay, on the other hand, held him captivated. His thick arms flexed in an attempt to impress her. She was definately one of the most beautiful creatures to ever set foot in his shop. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the fairy's approach.
"Oh uhh... hey babe. What can I do ya for?" he asked, voice like gravel. Callix looked over his establishment uneasily, wondering if everything was even sanitary, and how they would pay for such a design if the prices on the wall were at all accurate. Finding a leather chair behind Kay, Callix kept an eye on her as she moved.
Babe? Well, that was certainly....interesting. Coailiann put on a sugar sweet smile and stepped away from Callix, moving towards him with what she sincerely hoped was a sexy walk. She was employing everything she knew from watching "Americas Next Top Model" here which wasn't exactly a whole lot, "I think I want this pierced." She slid a finger down her body and to her navel, "And then this..." Her finger slid back up and to her mouth where her tongue was shown. "And...Callix, what kind of tattoo should I get?" She sent him a look.
God she hoped she was doing this right.
Whatever it was she thought she was doing, the big brute seemed to be buying it, eyeing intently the path her finger took. He almost looked to be very flustered, leaning unconsciously closer to her. He looked positive feral, as Callix noticed and bristled considerably. If he wasn't there, Kay probably would have been jumped, humped and licked like a fire hydrant.
The tattoo artist looked like a kid in a candy shop, looking her over from head to toe and back again. Her wings made her look like the fairies he had to tattoo on drunken college girls so many times. When he tried to make a move towards her, Callix stood and spoke. "Perhaps a heart? Or maybe my name?"
He knew she would never do such a thing, but his comment set off a glaring match between the artist and the lover.
"I got tons of catalogues, babe. We got everything - stars 'n koi 'n flowers..." He took up a large, black plastic binder, about seven inches thick, and planted it on the working desk in front of him. He looked up at the sidhe expectantly, smiling a little frightful smile.
Kay did her best to not appear nervous because heaven knew she was. The eyes on her were not something she was used to yet and she suddenly was thankful as all hell that Callix was there. "Mmm," she said softly, "Perhaps." She sauntered over to the catalogue, turning her head to look at Callix and mouth a soft 'thank you' before flipping through the pages and doing her best to ignore the unnerving smile that he was sending her. It wasn't something she'd find relatively pleasant at all. Maybe this was a bad idea....
"Mmm, perhaps..." God, she was having a hard time choosing. She kept wanting to get butterflies and hearts and flowers and that was the OLD her. The her that was being forced away. Maybe a skull? No. Definitely not. Coming across something she actually really liked, she pointed toward a celtic knot wrapped in the flames of a sun, "That."
It was simple, and done in only black - but it wasn't cutesy and it had meaning to her. An infinity sun. "Right...here." her hand trailed around to her hip. "And up here..." her hand trailed up to her shoulder, "That one."
The celtic lover's heart. Fitting.
Licking his lips, the artist stood up to get his equipment. "Two for ya, little lady? Sure, I can do that. Lemme git my gear..." Shifting his pants and readjusting his small black leather vest, the artist disappeared to another part of the shop. Slapping on sterile rubber gloves, he couldn't help but drool a little at the thought of Kay spread across one of his tables, and him working so close to her.
That ******** fireheaded pansy's gonna raise a stink. Got his panties in a bunch over his woman. Well, she likes a man with muscle! I can tell, man. I'll do her up real nice.
Callix watched him go and stood next to Kay, whispering a warning. "If things get rough, I will protect you. But you have to get away as fast as you can, ma chere." He didn't want to tell her how much stronger the man would be than him and her combined, or how he would hate to lose teeth and nails to fight him off. But there were many sharp, disease-ridden weapons in the shop that could be put to good use.
When the artist returned, he motioned to a long, leather, bedlike piece of furniture with a chair stood in front of it. She'd have to lay across it to be worked on, which the artist was happily aware of. "Step up there, little lady, and we'll get started."
"First, piercings if you don't mind..." She'd rather get those done. They'd probably be easiest, right? She watched as he went off to get his things and looked over to her friend, "All right...." But she was sure that she'd likely be able to help more than HE did should something happen. After all she did have more powers, didn't she? Hell, she didn't even know what she had now that she grew and the same went for Callix. "Uh...They're not iron or steel, are they? I mean, the jewelry...."
If the needle used was iron or steel, there would be a problem since she, apparently, had developed an allergy for it. A bad one.
The artist blinked. "Nah. Well, we got steel if you want, but no iron. Man, that's oldschool. If you want oldschool, babe, I can whip ya up somethin'. But we got silver, gold and plastic mostly." Getting close to her belly either way was heaven for him anyway. Stepping over to the counter where the jewelry was held, he waed his arm over it. Belly rings ranging from hoops to barbells to things that blinked were arranged for her eyes to see.
The lip and tongue rings where spread out as well, several hoops ranging from thin to think, singular or plural hoops. The artist eyed Kay as she looked over the selection, knowing full well Callix was standing behind her. "Don't worry about the pain, babe. I'm real good around here."
Callix simply glared.
"No, silver's fine, thank you." She took a deep breath and pointed to a simple silver one with a pink gem in the center of a star and hopped into the seat. The tongue ring chose was a simple barbell in silver, but it would be fine. The sidhe looked nervously at Callix and tried hard not to ask for him to take her hand. She was nervous, as all hell, and it showed in her eyes. It was a weakness and there was no way she'd let it...Well, ******** it. Her hand went out and she silently asked Callix to take it with a single look.
She could manage that weakness, right? "Ready when you are...."
Callix took her hand up and faced away from the artist to shield his eyes from her hand. The burly man stalked up to the slim sidhe with the piercing gun, piercing in hand. "Now, don't you worry. This'll only hurt for a little bit, babe." he explained with a wink and scooted up to her with his chair. Antibacterial solution was used generously on the piercing sites and all of the equipment before anything went underway. Leaning over her exposed belly, he pointed the gun before suddenly pulling the trigger, shooting the piercing into the bellybutton like Kay wanted.
Callix looked away. He'd never get a tattoo or piercing, but from the sound of the gun, it had to at least sting. "Not so bad, now was it, babe?" Obviously quite happy with himself, he let Kay relax before cleaning everything again. Had to make ready for the next piercing. "Just gettin' everything all lubed up. You decide you just wanna have everythin' done at one time? Smart girl!"
-TBC-
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:39 pm
Teen Quest x. Hangover, Facing Ianna.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:59 pm
A Meeting With Morty In which Kay hits on Morty. It's funny, actually. She fails.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:01 pm
A Meeting With Lethe In which Kay buys a cheongsam & sees Lethe again for the first time since as children <3
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:03 pm
Guitar, Guitar, Oh Pretty Guitar In which Kay decides she MUST have a pretty pink electric guitar, can't afford it, and promptly goes to get a job. As a stripper at a club which she's not too thrilled about.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:05 pm
First Performances First night on the job. This will be fun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:06 pm
The Letter Ianna gets a letter from Malen.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:07 pm
Old Friends, New Beginnings? Yashi!
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