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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 9:51 pm
Detraeus woke, for once in his remembered life, slowly.
He took in the details in fragments, one at a time. The warm blanket of dawn easing in over his shoulders. The heat of the air around him, so much more pertinent than he had become used to in the days of late. Cloth tangled at his feet.
And Araceli.
She was sleeping yet — her hair loose about his pillow, one of her legs tangled between his and her arm over him. His tail had looped itself over her, as it often seemed to, and she looked peaceful. Then came the memories of the previous night.
It seemed surreal to him, to have spoken of such things aloud. He never had, not to anyone but the woman who birthed him, and that had been in spite, anger, and viciousness. Not this. This had been vulnerability. Trust. And weakness. He’d allowed himself to fall apart at her feet and he wasn’t yet certain why she had not turned him away. Been disgusted. Terrified. Angry.
The fact that she hadn’t, though — the fact that she had not only bore the weight of the knowledge but stayed beside him all through the night — made him second-guess a whole new slew of assumptions. She had asserted that she loved him, previously, but she hadn’t known then, so how could she truly? Now, she knew everything. He was out of secrets to hide from her, and perhaps, if she could truly handle that and bear it, he owed it to her to attempt the impossible.
If she loved him, despite everything was, he owed her the world.
In absence of any pressing need to go anywhere and no desire to move regardless, Detraeus shut his eyes again and savored the simple fact of her presence, waiting on her to awake in her own time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 10:34 pm
Araceli awoke confused, at first, about where she was. Slowly recognition hit her as she felt the warmth of Detra’s body entangled in hers and she remembered the night before. Surprisingly enough, Ara’s night had been calm and devoid of nightmares. Maybe it had been because she had remained in Detra’s arms, entwined with him and safe. She stretched her wings out behind her as she yawned and forced her eyes open. Ara’s brows knitted together when she realized that it was already mid morning and Detra still remained in bed. She shifted, propping herself up.
Ara smiled, relief washing through her as she saw Detra’s eyes open. She let her body rest against Detra’s as she leaned in for a quick kiss. “Morning. I’m surprised you’re still in bed.” She tilted her head, worry creeping back into her face. “You’re not sick...are you?” She reached up, the backs of her fingers brushing over his forehead and checking for a fever. When she found none Ara let her fingers travel down over his cheek, thumb brushing over the corner of his lips and she was kissing him again - a lazy, relaxed kiss.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 10:55 pm
“Mm…no,” Detraeus murmured, and he shut his eyes as she kissed him, letting it linger gentle and unassuming for a long moment before leaning into it. When it ended, he brushed his lips over her shoulder, and rested there.
He knew he ought to move. Ought to get up, particularly now that Araceli was also awake. Ought to do something with his time. But he still did not want to. Much as he hadn’t wanted to leave Ayr, now the far more irrational desire to never leave bed took him over, and for the moment, he let it dominate, looping his hand loosely over Araceli’s waist and contenting himself to simply lay there. After a semi-extended pause, he gave voice to one predominant and persistent thought:
“The night’s rest has not changed your mind, then?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:04 pm
Ara blinked and frowned in confusion. Changed her mind about...what? Then it dawned on her. He was still worried she would leave him, kick him out of her home. She tucked close to him, arm squeezing in a half hug. “Nothing is going to change how I feel about you, Detra. Nothing..” She glanced up at him, wishing nothing more but to remain in bed, with him, for the rest of the day. That couldn’t happen, though, and if on cue, her stomach growled. Ara’s cheeks flushed as she hid her face against Detra’s chest.
“I should fix breakfast.” She kissed his chest before pulling away and climbing out of bed. “You can stay there, if you like.” Ara smiled at him, turned and padded out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen. Her half full glass of spiced milk remained on the counter from the night before. She stared at it, amazed at how much had changed just in the time since she had poured the milk into her glass. She cleaned up the small mess she’d made before starting in on breakfast.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:21 pm
Detraeus watched Ara leave, simultaneously appreciating the view and regretting the loss of contact. He knew he ought to follow her. He couldn’t stay in bed all day, but his limbs felt lethargic and heavy, so for a moment, he let himself roll over, back to the bed, and shut his eyes.
‘Nothing,’ she had said.
He didn’t believe it entirely — there was always something — but just the same, it made him desperately confused and thankful simultaneously, and when he heard the sounds of her beginning to work in the kitchen, he forced himself to sit up. Breath. Get up. One step at a time.
He ushered his legs over the side of the bed, stretched, and for the first time in many months, he kneeled at the bedside, and sent a direct, outright prayer of thanks to his mother goddess. He begged her forgiveness for his failures, his confusion, and his lack of direction, but swore on his honor and his life, that he would do everything in his power to live out his purpose as promised, and pleaded that she additionally take Araceli’s safety under her wing, or at the very least, permitted him to remain healthy enough to protect her safety himself. That accomplished, he stood, donned a pair of pants, and headed towards the kitchen.
It was sometime in the aftermath of preparing breakfast that their meal was interrupted by a knock on the door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:48 pm
Casseth fidgeted nervously outside the door to Ara and Detra’s home. His hand hovered in the air before he tentatively knocked on their door. The morning was slowly fading into afternoon and Casseth had made it a point to rise a bit earlier than usual. After talking with Araceli yesterday, she had invited him to come by whenever was convenient for him, knowing that he would want to see Detra as soon as he could.
Ara jumped at the knock on the door, completely taken by surprise at the intrusion. She let the plate she’d been washing sink back down into the water as she shrugged at Detra’s look. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, so whoever was on the other side of that door was just as much a mystery to her as it was to him. Ara kissed Detra’s cheek before moving over to the door, opening it just as Casseth was about to knock again. Her eyes widened but a smile quickly overtook her face. “I didn’t expect you to show up this early.”
Casseth shrugged and flushed as Araceli greeted him. “I just...is he here?” Cas’ voice was quiet as he spoke, afraid that if Detra knew he was here, before Ara invited him in, he would end up with a door slammed shut in his face. She ushered him inside and Ara stepped away from the door, eying Cas’ wings, as he stepped into the house.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:04 am
Detraeus frowned when Ara went for the door, pointedly aware that she was still in nothing but her nightgown, which — while fine for his eyes — was not something he liked the thought of anyone else seeing. Before he could object, though, she headed over, opening the door for their unexpected guest and greeting them. Just as he finished with the dish he’d been working on and moved to approach, Casseth stepped through the door. Detraeus stilled in his tracks.
Upon spotting Cas’ wings — tucked unassumingly behind him, but out all the same — he narrowed his eyes and stretched his own, tail flicking. But he said nothing aloud before finishing his trek over to Ara. There, his tail curled of its own accord, looping possessively over the opposite side of her legs in a mirror to his arm as he brought it to a gentle but meaningful rest at her waist.
“You’re up early,” he greeted, well aware that ‘noon’ often constituted early for Casseth if he could help it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:07 am
Casseth held back a wince as Detra spread his wings and Cas tucked his in even closer to his back. He hadn’t come here to fight. His wings were out for the sole purpose that he had decided to never hide that part of himself again. It had cost him too much to begin with. His wings hadn’t even crossed his mind until he’d saw Detra’s the oblivionite’s posture had changed instantly. Cas sighed and closed his eyes, tucking his wings away into their tattoo form. When he opened his eyes back up, his gaze fell to Detra’s tail around Ara’s leg and then to his arm around her waist. A small smile curled up the corner of Cas’ lips at the realization that the two had become closer in just the last couple of months.
“Mmm. I suppose I am,” he said in response to Detra’s comment. Cas ran a hand over one of his horns and gave a small shrug. “I had something important to do.” He eyed Detra carefully, nerves bunching under his skin like they had so many times before on the trek over to Ara’s home. “I’m sorry Detra…”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:25 am
Immediately upon watching Casseth withdraw his wings, Detraeus relaxed a fraction. He knew they were there now, and that was enough. The fact that Casseth had come in with them outstretched had felt like an assault — testing him, attempting to draw him out — but frankly put, he was tired of fighting with Cas. Despite everything, part of him still considered the man a ‘friend’ if highly more warily than he did before, and he still needed to work out how to mentally classify him properly. In the meantime, however, he wanted every excuse not to worsen their relationship, and seeing Cas put his wings away helped that.
It meant he wouldn’t need to demand it of him.
At Casseth’s smile and then apology, though, Detraeus blinked, entirely thrown. However much he might have felt himself deserving of one, receiving a concession of guilt and regret was among the last things he expected, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. Notwithstanding his personal anger, he recognized that Casseth couldn’t truly help or change the blood that ran through his veins, and to watch Casseth take a step back instead of demanding such an apology from him felt…
Pacifying.
He shrugged, thumb absently sweeping up the curve of Ara’s hip on instinct. A self-reassuring gesture now, as much as it was affectionate. “Still fighting?” he asked.
Despite almost doing it himself, the thought of others attempting to kill or even hurt Casseth still managed to put Detraeus on the offensive, and in retrospect, the idea that someone had poisoned Cas made his instincts bristle. If Casseth was still fighting in the pit, perhaps he ought to rejoin soon himself after all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:45 am
Ara smiled as Casseth tucked away his wings and gave him a reassuring nod. She leaned her weight against Detra when she felt his thumb brush against her. “Mmm, I should get dressed.” She kissed Detra’s cheek, close to the corner of his lips, and lingered for a few seconds before pulling away. “Play nice, you two.” She brushed her fingers over Detra’s tail as it uncoiled from her leg and she disappeared into her own bedroom, smiling even more as she shut the door behind him.
Cas’ eyebrows rose as Ara kissed Detra’s cheek and he watched as she left. With her gone, he answered Detra’s question. “Mmm, I’ve only fought a couple of matches recently and they were low level. That poison took a lot of out of me. I didn’t have my strength fully back until about a month ago and then I started training. Lith was very...persistent I not strain myself too soon. So it was slow. I’m glad he was around though...I might not…” Cas shook his head. A change of subject was needed, his near death experience was not something he wished to discuss at the moment.
“How was Ayr? You two were gone for while.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:54 am
At Ara’s kiss, Detraeus flushed, lashes dipping to half-mast, and he almost turned to kiss her properly, but then she was pulling away. So, he hummed instead, grip on her relaxing and gaze following her out as she disappeared to go — presumably — fetch proper clothes. In his distraction, Detraeus wound up paying at least half as much attention to Araceli’s retreating backside as he did Casseth’s answer about the pit, but he picked up enough to get the gist and tuned his attention back in fully just as Cas asked about Ayr.
He flushed hotter. “It was…difficult to leave,” he said. “I…” ‘…would have kept her there forever, if I could…’ “…enjoyed it. Greatly.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:24 am
Casseth grinned, happy that Detra seemed happy at least where Araceli was concerned. His friend needed that happiness, that much had been obvious. “Despite what’s happened between us...I am glad you came back. Both from Soudul and Ayr.” Cas rolled his shoulders, eyeing Detra carefully. “I seem to have lost my sparring partner along the way. Know of anyone interested in helping me out?” He thought back to the pit, back to the ones who had poisoned him. Cas needed to get in better shape. In all honesty, he wanted out of the pit now but couldn’t leave without at least one shot at those who had tried to kill him. He deserved that much.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:54 am
Detraeus glanced down, lashes lowering with his gaze, then flicking back up when he looked again to Cas. He eyed him critically, amused in spite of himself. Casseth’s enduring positivity, and stubbornness — for better or for worse — never ceased to amaze him, and so, despite taking the time to ‘think’ about it, Detraeus knew he had only one answer to give.
“I suppose,” he said, “I could take time out to help assure no one else kills you…” He rolled his shoulders, thoughtful, before tilting his head. “And perhaps down the bird who poisoned you to begin with…?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 11:26 am
Casseth grinned even more, glad that Detra had agreed to spar with him. He had missed their sessions and getting back into them would help Cas regain a lot of the strength he had lost in the last few months. Even better, Detra, whether he realized it or not, had voiced the very thoughts Casseth had been mulling over for a while. It was unlike him to want revenge. He’d been ridiculed his whole life for being a hybrid. However, no one, up until that fateful day in the pit, had tried to kill him because of it. Cas raised an eyebrow and shrugged lazily. “Perhaps, if we’re pitted against him.”
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