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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 8:35 pm
Olivia had been captured and cured. Casimir had been tamed and cured. And Marisol was yet to be returned to the human form she missed. It seemed to be mostly a fluke that only one vial of cure--which she'd insisted go to Casimir--had been on the siren's person when she bolted after her. Granted neither had quite known what exactly they were getting into with finding the man.
Which left her, once again being toted around in Rose's arm like an oversized domestic kitten. She wasn't against it, of course, but the sound of a meow in retort to anything the woman was wearing thin. Flirtation was limited to nuzzles and rough-tongued licks, a caress of tail. Talk, on her part, was all left to interpretation and she had a feeling as this point the blond was teasing her by purposefully misconstruing what her opinion might be. Especially with that whole idea of being kept as a pet, strutting down the streets of New York City.
Thank Hermes they were getting closer to camp now. There was a cure waiting there with her name on it. As well as her clothes and token. She had a feeling the tights wouldn't be of use anymore but she was sure that her tank top had fared well. And as long as she could put her boots on, she'd be fine. She'd already seen how the cure worked. It was a very good thing she wasn't shy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 2:16 pm
The feline had been kept close to Rose's heart - literally and figuratively. She kept the cat tucked in the loose folds of her shirt whenever able, murmuring soft words of encouragement from 'It's almost over' to 'II'd keep you no matter your form,' not in the least bit teasing. Marisol and Rose went hand in hand; together, they handled Cas, but they had their own special way.
The blonde let Marisol free once they were in the safety of the camp, heading off to retrieve two important things - the cure, and Marisol's clothing. Sure, Rose had chased the dancer down when she'd first shifted, but she'd retrieved her clothing and tucked it away safely. The songstress was methodical, if nothing else.
Returning with the clothes folded neatly over her forearm and what looked like a soup bowl in her free hand, she carefully kneeled and perched upon a large boulder to sit. The clothes, she rested carefully over her leg and the bowl, she put down: it smelled of chamomile tea with a touch of honey, though the color of the stuff suggested the cure's presence. "It's not exactly fine dining," she said by way of apology, "but I did the best I could to mask the bitterness and heighten the floral notes."
It was all she could do...and she would do all she could.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 3:44 pm
Once she was on the ground again, she sat down and waited. There was no way she was going anywhere. Olivia had been cured, as had Casimir. Unless Rose herself turned, Marisol was determined to save anymore good deeds or heroics until she was human again. She couldn't stand to wait a moment longer.
There was something like relief upon seeing a bowl and it didn't hurt that it seemed her clothes--if anyone ever doubted Rose was a hero...--had survived intact. A familiar glint of gold, her God's token, called to her as well and she let out a comforting mewl at the blonde's words. The margay she was probably would have gladly eaten in a many ways the human wouldn't have wanted to even think of, so a tea infused with honey was the least of her concerns. Still, she padded over to nuzzle affectionately against the singer's cheek, forepaws perched on the woman's thigh.
Turning, she settled much like a domestic cat might and began to lap at the concoction. There was a tang of bitterness that was squelched by the honey addiction and she was easily able to drink the whole cure down. Settling upright, a freckling of the liquid upon her nose, she waited. It didn't take long for the unsettling sensation to ripple through muscle and bones until she was kneeling, nude, as a human.
It was strangely chilly without fur and she opened her mouth, comically, as though she'd forgotten how to speak, "You, my lady, are a miracle." Which was terribly inadequate all things considered. Sitting up on her knees, she moved one forward as hands reached to cup Rose's cheeks before kissing her soundly. She wasn't going to allow a second to go by without rectifying that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 4:44 pm
"I've got you," she hummed softly as the feline nuzzled her, returning the gesture with a kiss and an affectionate draw of fingers through the familiar and warm fur. "I would have kept you and spoiled you rotten for all our years, my dear, but I want you back. I hope you can forgive my selfishness." There was a small smile that Rose wore, amusement in her blue eyes that was both tender and teasing. The stress of the moment was about to be resolved -- she could not ask for more, and to see it off on a high note seemed like the best option.
She slowly stroked Marisol's back as the other lapped up the cure; no matter the form, this woman was still the one she chose to be close to. When her body began to shift, Rose sat up straight slowly and watched with worried, drawn brows, the laws of anatomy seeming to have no allowance here. It didn't take long before it was Marisol again -- her lady, her dancer, hers. Her bow-worn fingers lit over her mouth, joy filling her blue eyes when she could see the woman's eyes -- her human eyes.
Rose lowered her hands to reveal her happy smile, arms lacing around Marisol's middle and kissing her back firm and true. She lingered as long as she dared before she withdrew with some reluctance, one hand lifting to gently trace her fingertips over the woman's cheek. "It's good to see you, my dove," she responded with a bit more emotion in her voice than she could easily keep in check. "I had no doubts, but...fears are a strange thing." Kissing her chastely again, she murmured, "You're even more beautiful than I remember -- but here. You must feel out of sorts with only your skin."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 5:30 pm
"Our selfishness, it wouldn't have been the same not to kiss you and hold you," she chuckled, voice thick with the emotion of being human again. "And Cas would have been extremely jealous," she added, trying to lighten the mood as tears of joy collected in her eyes. She'd missed this; there was some far more connecting about having hands to touch than the soft fur of a feline body.
She pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek before nodding in agreement. It was almost foreign at first not to have the damp coat of fur covering her body and while she wasn't at all fast in her movements, there was definitely a more firm sense of normalcy when she began to dress. That didn't stop her from giving cheeky grins at her girlfriend though. If anything, she was far more emotive with her face given that she had lips and brows that moved unlike relying on only the soulful stare of a margay.
"This once, clothes may be my favorite thing," she winked as she buttoned her shorts. All of it had been salvageable minus the tights but even with just the tank top and shorts, and of course her mark of Hermes, she felt far more refreshed than if she'd managed to take a shower. Boots laced and tied, she reached to take Rose's hand.
"I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere," she felt the need to add. It may have been more for herself than the blonde. Birds had been one thing; losing yourself altogether--she had no desire for her lady to experience that if she could help it. And of course, she couldn't. Not until this witch was dealt with.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 8:53 pm
There was a beautiful complexity about the two, something even the songstress could see and be entirely unable to deny. Yes, they'd had made it work if the worst came to pass, but there was no ends of the earth they wouldn't scour to make sure they'd done everything in their power to make sure the worst was never an option. "Cas would have to deal, he was a vicious bugger," Rose returned lightly, smiling through the waves of emotion that she had very little experience in dealing with. Blue eyes watched the dancer dress in silence appreciation - not just for her body, but to see her whole, to know they would meet another day and find the warmth of skin instead of fur. For now.
"It's a temporary thing, I'm certain." Rose laughed softly, fingers folded with the finest of tremors in her clasped fingers, something that was likely as close to fear and relief as she could put words to. "We've still a hot bath and shopping to do, when the world can turn on its axis for more than a day without falling apart." Her gaze remained on Marisol as the other dressed, contemplative, the weight of their continued reality settling back into the very marrow of her bones. Yes, she had her lady back, but their battle was far from over. What psychopath turned people into animals? What kind of disgusting creature got off on the heightened fear and helplessness that came from stripping innocent people from the lives they knew?
Pushing the thought aside, she extended one hand to Marisol as she was reached for - and then two, clasping the woman's hand between both of her own. "No matter where you go, I will find you," she returned, an iron-clad oath wrapped in warmth and softness. "You wont be alone so long as we are together." And as far as Rose was concerned, that would be a very long time to come -- come hell and high water.
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