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 Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 7:52 pm
As he watch your soul, Sir Mujaki. >>She responded in the ancient goodbye ritual. She wanted to touch her formor knight...even if just slightly. The male was so vastly different from Zell, and yet...Arigon, how could she still be in love with him? Zell provided all she could wish in a man, and she had little doubt he had stolen a fair chunk of her heart away from her. But oh how she wished, to touch her former love goodnight. Her Mujaki<< >>His eyes remained on Zells for a good moment more, watching, calculating, making his warning concrete. This wasn't just for the night. At last his eyes shifted to Maryline at her soft voice, that beautiful, smooth voice. He was a fool to think...he...and she...The knight smiled. Those thoughts were dangerous. Without another word, he turned and exited, stepping right through the door. He had enough sense to remember his hands wouldn't touch handle<< Maryline...
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 8:26 pm
Tonight or every night... it wouldn't change Zell Dincht's stance on the matter. He'd do everything he possibly could not to hurt Maryline & to keep her from harm. What was true before he loved her only was stronger with his love. His heart was hers. And more.
As Mujaki phased through the door Zell sighed heavily. It was not fully one of relief. It was almost more of sorrow. His hazel-blue eyes were soft as he turned to Maryline, sitting lightly on the edge of the bed beside her and reaching out to touch a golden curl. "Sorry, Maryline."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 12:10 pm
>>She watched as the knight walked through the doors, confused, aching. She had forgotten how much she missed him. The female didn't look away from the door as she felt the slight shifting of her mattress as Zell sat down. Would she chose to let herself die? Would she chose to become the ruler of Dreia, the draconic knight her love and support...or would she chose to live as a commoner, with a man who cherished her more then life? Both would die for her...she in love with both...both would leave everything for her...she would tarnish her name with both...Her bright blue eyes flicked up at Zells movement, focusing on his hand with one of her golden curls<< What for? You have done nothing wrong. >>Slowly she reached up to catch his hand with her own, bringing it down to her lap as she lightly played with his fingers<< I should apologize...this is not the way to end Renascibilitas...
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 12:27 pm
Zell shrugged, watching their hands in her lap as if in some sort of dream. "Not sure really. For not being able to keep ya from the pain seeing both of us at once must bring you. For falling for you and 'cause of it not holding to what I told ya the day we met. For trying to be something I'm not and failing... for not knowing what to say to make things easier... I dunno, 'Line. I love you so much... I want the best for you... I'm just not sure I can see that anymore. That somehow loving you... gets in the way 'cause I don't wanna be without you." The fistfighter laughed softly, almost nervously. "But we're together, right? Can't think of a better way to end Renascibilitas."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:18 am
>>Her fingers stilled upon his, eyes beginning to fall before she forced them back to his face<< No reason to apologize...I see no reason at all. >>She spoke softly, her heart giving a small tug on his off laugh<< I chose to bring you here...as I knew how lost you would be with such matters. I wished to show you the world I had grown in. >>Slowly, she brought up his hand to softly kiss its backing, just a mere brush of her lips<< Anything that happens here is a direct consequence of me. >>Maryline let go of his hand a moment before she let the silken sheets fall down to her waist and turned her body so her bare back faced Zell. She slipped her arms through her braziere straps, flipping the tops down, and turned the bottom so the clips were infront. The woman then proceeded to unhook it, then quickly slip the blankets back over her bare shoulders, holding it closed with one hand as she looked around for her nightgown<< Together... >>Maryline faintly smiled as her body relaxed. Together<<
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 7:53 pm
Moomba ears flicked listening to her words. No, he wanted to tell her -to stop her from taking the 'blame' as it were. But the word caught in his throat, eyes lifting to watch her lift his hand, as if in a dream. The slightest touch of her lips so much to Zell in that moment. So much. "Maryline..." Her name like a prayer from his lips, finding and handing her the nightgown almost an instinctive thing. Holding it up to slip it over her head Zell gently brought her golden hair through, leaning forward to place a featherlight kiss on one ear. "exactly 'Line. Together."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 7:48 am
>>'Maryline...' The soft utterence bringing her eyes back from the foldings of her bed to the man behind her. Then up to see the night gown. She straightened, full back facing him in modesty as it went over her head. The female let the blankets fall with the nightgown over her, before sticking her arms through the sleeves. A feather light kiss...her face turned crimson<< Zell... >>She leaned back so she rested against his shoulder, buttons still undone, however uncaring as a hand fluttered up and gently touched his cheek<< I love you Zell...always... >>The princess spoke almost a whisper, bright blue eyes closing. They were together now...and that was that<<
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:36 am
Feeling her lean so trustingly against him Zell closed his eyes, breathing in deeply as he gently smoothed her nightgown down. Sighing he leaned his cheek lightly into her fingers, lifting his own hands with surprising innocence for all they had shared together to the ruffled front of her nightgown to button it up for her as he gently held her close. When the last button was through its button hole Zell trailed the fingers of one hand featherlight up the smooth curve of her neck, along her jaw and into her hair at the base of her head. His tenor voice a soft murmur, full of emotion. "You know I'll always love you, Maryline. No matter what."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:10 pm
>>She relaxed further in the fistfighters arms, an eye flicking open as she felt her dress shift while he buttoned her gown. The eye slipped closed. Within these walls, inside the walls of reinforcement... She was...happy. Torn at her fathers disaproval, and the yearning for what was lost...she was happy that she was there, with one of the most important people in her life. If only the fistfighter knew how thankful she was for him being here with her. If only she could show him<< We should retire for now. Rest is required for our minds to be sharper then Fathers words tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:44 pm
Softly he held her, just soaking up the feel of her, relaxed. Zell nodded at her words, only his face cringing slightly at thinking of meeting her father again in the morning. Especially knowing Mujaki would be giving him a report. About Zell staying with Maryline and all else.
That still left Zell with two choices for the matter of sleeping.
Slowly, gently, he lay Maryline down with a kiss to her brow. "One sec, kay?" Sitting at the edge of the bed Zell removed his Ehrgeiz gloves and shoved them into his jacket pockets,. Then he removed his jacket and folded it, setting it to the side of the bed. Off came shoes and socks and pants -the last of which Zell also carefully folded before setting them upon his jacket. A small sigh of relief, a nod, a quick smile, and then Zell was joining his princess on the bed -taking her into his arms with a sweet motion and pulling the covers around them. He was dressed -undershirt and boxers was still dressed!- she was dressed. If someone got pissy over it he'd deal with it later. Better to chose not to wrinkle his uniform. heh. Got enough flack back at Garden for rolling up the sleeves.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 12:19 pm
>>Her eyes flicked open as he shifted from behind her, feeling her body move down to the bed. She watched him, a hand resting on her stomach. A twinge of confusion. Surely he wasn't...they were in her old room! They couldn't...She swallowed slightly, moving her body up to a sitting position. And currently, she wasn't that attracted to him...not that she looked exceptionally attractive either in a nightgown made for two. Her eyes moved up as he walked back towards her, exhaling softly as it was clear that the rest of his garments were going to be left on. She scooted back on the bed to make room for him, glancing around once to softly chuckle<< Zell...you forgot...one thing. >>Letting her back hit the bed with the fistfighter, she slowly began to peel away his arms from her. The princess slipped then completely from the sheets to step upon the carpeted ground<< The lights. >>She proceeded to move around the room, extinguishing every last spanish scented candle<< If left on during the night, the room could catch fire.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:06 pm
The look he gave her was one of pure youthful confusion. "Huh?" But he did not hold her back, letting Maryline slip easily from his arms as he propped himself up on on arm to watch her with that continued perplexed look.
And then it hit him and Zell slapped his hand to his forehead, laughing at himself. "Aw man. Getting spoiled at home. Yeah. Fire would've sucked." Shaking his head the fistfighter continued to chortle softly, a blush of embarrassment for his thoughtlessness coloring his tattooed face. "That's why I need you, 'Line." There was a gentle almost playful tone to his voice. Like he was partially joking but not quite.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:36 pm
>>Maryline softly blushed as she walked over to a wall<< You have managed to stay alive before me. >>The female spoke with an embarrassed smile, not looking at the male. The princess began to lower the chandalier down via a rope to the wall. She had no doubt that he loved her, for that was a certainty. But...if anything, she needed him. She...she was always...needing...him. For protection, for support, for help, for love...The rope slid through her fingers, the chandalier decending rapidly. She needed him a lot more then he needed her. Her hands tightened on the rope, jerking the gold and glass object to a halt. She re-wound it to the wall before walking over to it, now dangling only five feet above the ground. The female stood on her tip toes to blow out each candle<< I always hated when it did that...
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:44 pm
Zell looked sheepish. "Yeah well..." what could he say? He didn't really get it himself. It just felt like she completed him. Thinking when he wasn't, just being her. Maybe he couldn't put it to words but it was so emotionally clear to him everytime he was afraid of losing her -he could no longer live without her.
"Woah!" Zell leapt to his feet at the chandelier's quick decent and sudden stop, hazel-blue eyes wide. Then he laughed, jogging over to help blow out the candles now that he'd been jarred to action. "Yeah... can see why. You'd think more of'em woulda lost their flame from the speed of that fall and stop though, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:34 am
>>Her eyes flicked down as the male bounced into view, a soft smile appearing on her face. Right before the female warmly laughed, the sound chiming into the cool air of the bedroom<< I do suppose the fire is not intelligent enough to realize that. >>Zell blew out the last candle, coating the room into darkness. She stood there, blinking in the dark for her eyes to adjust before walking around the chandalier, and gently brushing her hand against his on her way to the bed. A servant in the morning would get the chandalier, the princess concidered too weak to do it herself. She could, but they were always horrified in the morning to find the candles extinguished up above<< Twice now I have let the chandalier hit the floor. My Father eventually ordered to have it taken down, however I only had one up again the instant I could.
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