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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 1:59 pm
Prom done, Charlie home, shoes were off.
It had been a long night for the conquest woman - whether it be random acts of glitter, or poor monster girls who get punch on their dresses, dances that continued in to . . . strange circumstances. It was safe to say that it was the first time she had been on her feet for so long, in such a long time. She had a lot to think about also, and no matter how hard she raked her nails against her arms, the glitter seemed to stick like a bad word.
Lounging in the outdoor bench that she had found herself constantly returning to, Lifen had dressed down since returning to the sanctuary. Her hair was down, pooling around her and down the bench, the sleeves were gone, and so was the black over-dress - leaving her dressed in the accented red under-dress that still functioned completely, but cut up to her legs, unlike the black one which continued down to her ankles. It also weight so much less and currently, she was tired of being in fabric.
Allowing a soft sigh of relief, she let her hands rest on her stomach, deciding that she wasn't going to rid herself yet, of the greens and reds that littered her pale skin. This was the solace that she needed, to allow her tired mind to wind down, the silence almost healing her music-overdosed ears.
She had a lot to think about.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:02 pm
Mengyao's mind, while never a particularly quiet place in general, now somewhat resembled that of a screaming, jostling, outrageously loud crowd of people all crammed into one tiny little place. Already too full of thoughts to be particularly helpful at most times, at the current moment Mengyao would have given anything to go back to what it had been before...this night.
Before he had kissed Lifen.
He'd kissed. Lifen.
Not only that - but he'd liked it, probably more than he should have. As he stood just outside of the building, leaning back against the brick wall, Mengyao lifted a gloved hand, absently running his fingers along his lips.
He could still feel hers against his.
A very distracting thought.
He supposed he should have expected this would happen, eventually. After all, Lifen was the only person who had stuck beside him - and still stayed beside him - after all this time. She was undeniably beautiful, smart, witty, and she put up with much that many did not. And she had kissed him back.
But it was Lifen. And she was all he had, all he was certain he would have after...well, it wouldn't do to dwell on things he could not change. With a small frown, Mengyao pushed himself away from the wall and began the trek back to the reserve, intent on going to sleep as soon as he returned.
What he was not intent on was finding Lifen sitting on the bench just beside the conquest tent, her hair falling over her back and dressed in quite a bit less clothes than he'd last seen her.
Well, that certainly put a kink into his plans. Face a little flushed, Mengyao cleared his throat, set his shoulders, and walked calmly over to where she sat, reaching out to gently touch her head from behind.
"What are you doing here, little flower?"Nerpin emotion_kirakira emotion_kirakira
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:06 pm
Normally she wasn't ready to fuss her hair in frustration, but this seemed like the moment, her eyebrows knit and eyes closed as she leaned back in to the chair, trying to vye to the muddled voices that constantly laid in her head - a normal loathing falling back for curiousity and internal monologuing. She was normally someone who had the answers to everything - whether or not it was short - but now she was sitting here, uncertain.
But after trying for a few minutes to try and explain the pros and cons of how her relationship with her childhood friend seem to be developing, a sound of soft footfall seemed to break her concentration. Well, that didn't last long.
With the sudden sound behind her, and the softest touch on her face, her eyes fluttered opened, red and gold staring up at the face of the very man she was thinking about.
Oh.
Awarding him a cool look, with just a hint of a smile, she closed her eyes again for a moment, attempting to look as non-chalaunt as her already flushing cheeks were disallowing, before allowing a few words to escape.
"Hullo, again, Giant." She said softly, before shrugging a little. "Just, here. Thinking. Have you come to keep me company again?" She offered, keeping her statements neutral. She did not want to scare him off.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:02 am
"Giant?" repeated Mengyao, a look of mock hurt on his face. "Ouch."
But he was only teasing, and there was no real upset in his voice. For a moment he just stood there behind her, his hand still smoothing over her long, silken hair with quiet, gentle movements, but then he dropped his fingers away, turning around so that he was sitting beside her, but facing the opposite direction.
There was a somewhat awkward silence. Mengyao twisted his greying hands together beneath the gloves, the suit feeling stiff and uncomfortable. He was not used to wearing such attire, and for a brief time he yearned to go back to the tent and change into his normal robes.
But he didn't - instead he just sat there quietly, mulling over the situation at hand and trying to figure out just what to do.
He did not like not knowing - this out of control feeling.
"...what are you thinking about?" he finally asked her, tilting his head back to look up at the sky.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:35 am
"It is what you get." She quipped at him, softly, continuing the small interaction. A playful smile showed up on the horsewoman's face when he retorted, amused by his reaction to the nickname he had earned this night.
Opening her eyes at the loss of sensation when he stopped playing with her hair, she had a second of panic, thinking he had left her as easily as he had come around, but as he sat next to her, she took it as a fey mood on her behalf, she turned her head to look at him.
It was still strange to see him decked out in the prom clothing, he appeared . . . smaller than normal. Body wise, not height wise - that is - but, it still sort of fit him. He was still handsome in the dark cloth and the gloves that covered his insanity marring. It gave him an air of something impressing, as if he was to be expected to stand out in a crowd.
"I don't know, everything." She stated, turning back to the sky and answering his question with no hesitation. Giving a great breath, her smile melted in to a soft smirk. "Considering the status of a friendship. How pretty the stars are. How interesting it is to see you in something that isn't flowy and large. How itchy my arms are due to the glitter." She allowed to spill out, her eyebrows raised high as she ticked off the ideas swimming around. She didn't beat around the bush, but her face stayed as flushed as before. "You?"kuromeez emotion_8c emotion_bigheart
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:48 am
Well, at least she wasn't running away from him. Not that Lifen ever did in the first place, but there was always that irrational fear that she would disappear from his life - and Mengyao, as confident and self-assured as he was, did not know if he was capable of handling that.
He snorted a little, in spite of himself. "I am unused to wearing this sort of attire," he said, glancing down at the sleek black suit with an expression of mixed amusement and exasperation. "It is...odd, to be dressed so...small."
But then his brain caught up with what Lifen had just said, before that, and Mengyao felt his face flush. He had long since taken off the mask, but now he actually wished he had it back to hide such an absurd look on his face. It was a good thing he was facing the other direction; Mengyao kept his face upwards, eyes tracing the stars.
"What about the status of our friendship?" he asked carefully, in a deliberately neutral sort of voice.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:16 am
"I am not used to being in so much red."
Something that could only be explained as a chuckle emitted from her mouth softly when he came to, asking his careful question. Giving him a shrug, she turned her head to regal him again, her hair looping around and obscuring her face a little from all the movement.
"I did not say our friendship was in consideration." She pointed out, but she gave a soft shrug, regarding him and his sudden colour on his face. "But, I suppose it is. It has been very . . ." she strayed for a second, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to think of a good word. "Fuzzy? I suppose. I admit I am not used to being so attended to as I have been in the last little while - especially by you. Also, the prom . . ." she stated, deflecting her eyes, blushing a little harder before looking back at his face, staring at the sky.
"I am hoping there was no alternative motive beyond what was obvious but," she broke off again, not used to talking so much, she looked up at the sky again, feeling sheepish. "It was unexpected and kind of nice. I am hoping you will not flit away like a memory. How do you feel?" She posed, wondering what was going through his noble mind.
Comfortable with what she said, she fussed her face up a bit, grabbing a hand away and holding it. "Stop rubbing your hands together, also, the sound of the fabric is aggitating.."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:52 am
s**t.
s**t s**t.
In one sentence, he had completely given away everything - the change of one little word had made an entire difference in the topic of conversation, and Mengyao felt his face grow even redder, the paleness of his cheeks showing a stark contrast to the brilliant scarlet that flushed across them. Lifen had not said that she was considering their friendship, but, in fact, a friendship.
Which essentially meant that he had just stuck his foot in his mouth.
And then she mentioned the prom and Mengyao was quite certain he was setting the record for the deepest flush in the history of blushes. Studiously he looked away from her, disliking this feeling of uncertainty and ignorance. If there was one thing he prided himself on, it was knowledge and his ability to handle certain situations.
This was nothing like those situations. And now she had taken his hand and everything was converging, like a terribly beautiful train wreck. Mengyao stared at her much smaller one with a rather startled expression, like a deer in headlights, and wondered whether or not it were possible to just disappear and still have everything be as he wanted it to be.
But having everything as he wanted it was vastly different from how he needed it.
"...confused," he murmured truthfully, still looking at their hands. He made no move to link their fingers, but he did not pull away either. "...you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 11:12 am
He was possibly more red than her dress.
Watching him from the corner of her eye, it was almost amazing how a few words could affect him more than what she had ever seen - she wasn't sure what to make of it. She could only hope that it was a good thing, to see her first close friend flustered because of a few moments, but she didn't want to lose him because of truths. What would she have left?
"Somewhat bewildered." She admitted as he asked, even if her cool face said otherwise. Letting her gaze return to him once again as she held his hand, she tilted it, hair shifting and cascading over her shoulder a bit. There was so much of it, almost a curse at times.
"But, do not hesitate to be honest, Mengyao. Whatever it is that confuses you will not affect whatever friendship we have built since children. I cherish you, alright?" She offered, hoping to soothe him, as her hands subconsciously started to thumb the top of his own through the glove, a calming movement.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 12:11 pm
He was possibly more red than anything and everything red.
Sitting here, on this bench with Lifen, Mengyao wondered whether or not he would be able to get through the rest of the evening without actually making a fool of himself. He was studiously not looking at her, his gaze fixed on the sky above, but he felt absurdly aware of everything going on around him, to the point where he felt tense and on edge, the voices in his head continuing to buzz incessantly.
But at least it seemed as though he were not the only one whose mind was convoluted. Mengyao let out his breath in a low sigh, exhaling slowly as he lowered his head, staring at some fixed point in the distance.
"I don't..." he started to say, and then stopped, pressing his lips together. He pulled his hand away from Lifen's, but then he leaned back until he could see her face, shifting on the bench so that he could place his hand on her other side, essentially trapping her where she sat.
"...I want...I don't know," he murmured, and rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.
"I don't want to lose you."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 12:56 pm
Her head cocked a little to the left at the sound of his drawn-out sigh, she allowed him to take his hand back, eyes of red and gold looking up to him as she tried to gauge the reason for the exasperation. He seemed jumbled, and it made the horsewoman feel a little sorry for him.
Leaning back as his height engulfed her little spot again, she allowed him to rest his head on her, closing her eyes softly as he came close - the effects of the proximity showing on her face a little as she listened to him. She could not say that he had never been close to losing her - Lifen herself had been close to the chaos of the island - marred physically and emotionally from it there after, and lost in her own mind for a few days while they searched for those who remained.
Opening her mouth to say something, she softly closed it again as she tried to find her words, the now idle hand raising to pet his hair softly.
"I think it is safe to say you have no choice about that one." She started, soft enough since they were so close. "You would lose a scar faster than me. I will be here for the long run, we are all we have left, right? Do not fret that I am fickle enough to walk away from the boy noble, who would hold my skirt-tails and follow me around, asking me a hundred questions about nothing."
Lifen meant every word, a sort of strength seeping through as she talked. He had lost almost everything and everyone he had loved, and needed his pillars of strength. She would never excuse herself for leaving him while they were building their lives up again. kuromeez Questions like WHAT IS THAT and STOP PUSHING ME IN THE RIVER. One may not be a question.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 1:06 pm
She was so small compared to him. Her body was fragile, but her mind was not, and Mengyao breathed in the scent of lotus flowers that emanated from her skin. He lifted the hand that was not pressed against the marble bench and let it rest alongside her cheek, mirroring what she was doing to his hair.
"I don't find you fickle," he murmured, and shook his head, a few stray strands of hair falling free from the restraints of the knot on the back of his head. His hand slid from Lifen's cheek to her neck, his thumb brushing against her throat. "I find you...horribly confusing and utterly maddening, and I would never want to be apart from you because you are the only one who has stayed beside me for so long."
Mengyao's lips had found her cheek, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her face before drawing back and resting his forehead against hers once more.
"I don't know what it is that I want, exactly," he said, and sighed again, this time opening his eyes so that he was able to see hers, his face half shadowed in the darkness.
"But I do know that I would very much like to kiss you again."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 1:54 pm
"You have not seen me gardening then," she allowed, the cool joke awarded with the softest of a chuckle escaping her throat, as she opened her eyes to regard him again, "And, you have always proven to be very interesting, if not aggrivating at times." She finished, her voice still light, showing that it was all in good meaning, she allowed her face to be moved lightly, soft lips pressing against her cheek. She had to try and suppress the goosebumps crawling up her arms a little. He seemed to be out of his rut, at least.
As he let himself rest his forehead on hers again, blue and gold searching her own gaze, she gave a soft little sigh, not breaking her smile. "Do not worry yourself sick, okay? I'm sure you will figure it out," she told him, eyes going stern for a moment, before softening up again, regarding his last question, face burning with blush.
"I think I would like that."kuromeez "What did you do today?" " My friend tried to drown me in thr brook." "Did not 8T."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 2:10 pm
He snorted in a very undignified manner, despite the seriousness of the situation. "You? Garden? Yes, well, let me see you garden, then, I could use the entertainment."
Lifen's voice was very gentle, and Mengyao felt his heart constrict inside of his chest, feeling horribly uncertain and altogether pathetic - a rarity for him, always so self assured and confident. But this was not one of those moments when he felt in control, and he was not certain he liked it.
He was also not certain he disliked it. What he was certain of was the knowledge that Lifen wanted him to kiss her again, and that was all he needed to hear.
His fingers gently stroked over her neck, his thumb resting against the side of her face as Mengyao's eyes searched hers for any sign that she was going to move away. But when she didn't, and her cheeks only flushed redder, Mengyao leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers, very gently, hardly a kiss at all, as though testing the waters before he pulled back.
She tasted just how he remembered.
His hand slipped around to the back of her neck, his other hand rising to cradle her face in his hands, and Mengyao kissed her again, this time with much more firmness than the last time, but still gentle. Warmth spread across his face, but he was not focused on that.
Just Lifen.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 11:27 am
"Whatever, I am a very good gardener." Escaped her mouth before he kissed it, ever so lightly the first time, a smirk lighting up her features as she dared him to say otherwise. It didn't take long for it to pass tho, as his hands curled around her neck and face to kiss her again, leaving her a little mindless at the interaction, content with where she was.
It was much easier this time to interact like this, even though he was taller still when they sat next to each other, it wasn't as much of an incline, and she found herself almost sinking towards him. Idle hands uncertain, she rested them on his shoulders, bent at the elbows as she grabbed his hair clip, releasing his hair so that she could softly play with it while she kept him occupied.
A soft sigh escaped through the kiss, her mind blanking from previous worries of the night, just content that things seemed to work themselves out in a good favour.
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