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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 9:25 pm
When she left Petro's dorm, and greeted the Strix with nothing but a brief nod. Her talk with Petro had started out nicely enough, but a little hitch in the middle had her lock up her feelings again; near the end she had begun to relax, but by then the damage had been done. She hadn't gone out of her way to take Muka's arm no matter how he insisted (though she wouldn't have a choice if he merely took her arm anyway), she merely asked him to take her back to her dorm room in a flat, emotionless voice.
The walk to her current home had been a quiet one.
It wasn't until they were in front of her room did she make more of an effort, reaching out to pinch the fabric of his sleeve in some childish way of trying to keep him with her. "Please stay...?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 9:40 pm
Muka could tell she was upset. Everything about her was different than before the Girlie incident. The strix wasn't sure what was the appropriate words of comfort and he was curious to ask what happened, but perhaps the walk was not quite the right moment.
Normal boils would wrap their arm around their ghoul's shoulders, a comforting squeeze, but the strix wasn't normal. He didn't feel jilted by her lack of contact, he didn't know about that feeling yet. He was content to extend a wing around her shoulders just a bit, a warm sheild until they came to her room.
Upon reaching Needle's dorm, he simply giggled softly. "Of course, if you'd like me to." He caught her hand on his sleeve with one of his own and tangled hands with her, letting the ghoul lead him inside.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:03 pm
Needle almost shied away from the touch, almost afraid to be rejected suddenly, but she knew better than that. Her fingers did tangle with his, eager to get over this sudden hurdle. She had never felt like this before, she had never reverted so quickly back into her old self; it was uncomfortable, confining...and she just wanted to break free again.
"Very much so." She confirmed softly, opening the door to her room and leading him inside. She made sure to close the door behind him, but once she was in the room she honestly had no idea what to do. The Engraver held onto his hand as though he were a life line, but her head lowered to stare at the ink-spotted floor.
She was at a loss.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:07 pm
Needle had never hesitated or doubted the whole time Muka had known her. Even though it was a short time, she was more confident than this when he was an absolute stranger.
"What happened?" His grin seemed to sag a bit. He was concerned, a gentle pang in his chest that told him he didn't like seeing the ghoul like this. "Are you alright?"
Muka led her by the hand to her low bed, sitting on it crosslegged and hoping she would join him, either by his side or snuggling up. Whatever made her comfortable.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:34 pm
Once more, Needle hesitated. She allowed him to lead her and saw him sit down on her bed, but there she just wasn't sure again. Old instincts told her to kneel in front of him, as that was the only proper way, but more selfish, emotion-driven self wanted to take a seat on his lap. It took her a moment before she mentally agreed to a compromise, sinking down beside him, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping one needled arm tightly around her knees. It made her bleed, but the pinching pain was reassuring.
Her other hand remained in his, refusing to let him go.
"We cleared up what happened in his absence." That certainly didn't seem like a bad thing, and she knew it. "He held my hand, I thought...it would be okay. But when I told him we were dating, he..." The ghoul shivered despite herself, feeling more than uncomfortably strange for the first time in a very long time. The stubborn, stable grip she had holding back her emotions were sliding fast, and with every words she was breaking free of it, belatedly feeling all the hurt she felt at the time it happened.
"He let me go, like I burned him." Her needles dug slightly deeper into her legs, her head tilting down to stare holes into the floor through her mask. Petro's reaction was one of the worst things anyone could ever do to her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:42 pm
Muka had never been in a position to comfort anyone before. He wasn't sure what he should say or do but he realized that there was a put-on coolness in her voice that belayed her usual stoic demeanour or the slightly softer side that he'd been privy to. To see her forced into restraint made another pang in his belly. He couldn't explain it but it made him want to cuddle her more.
The strix had been rejected before, may times, from touch or affection. He was used to that and knew for some people that just wasn't their thing. But Petro had always been sweet to the ghouls and the response was surprising to him. Of course the emotional response was still a bit lost on the strix but his smile did seem to curve a bit downwards, a strange expression for him.
"Did he clarify why he did that?" Muka was making a concerted effort to speak comfortingly, and his giggles (amazingly) didn't rise up in him at all. Perhaps his subconscious knew better.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 11:05 pm
Petro had never done that to her before; it was the entire reason it hurt. She knew of the people who didn't want to be touched, or never liked it...but to someone who had always allowed her to do so, and often returned the gestures? It was shocking, and not in the nice way.
"No, I did not think to ask." She murmured, another strange thing for her; she loved questions, and even she was surprised at herself. As she mulled over why she hadn't bothered to ask, she leaned to the side, resting against him.
"It just...hurt." Very much so. "We reconciled after and are on good terms once more, and yet...I still feel this way." Needle's voice dropped to a low murmur, as if afraid of the answer. But moments later she found herself looking up at her warm, thrumming leaning post. "Does this make me defective?" She felt defective. They sorted things out, she shouldn't be hurting! Even belated hurting due to emotional bottling. That was her theory, at least.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 8:59 am
Defective? Never once had that term come to mind. If she was defective than he must be too. Neither of them seemed to quite understand the strange things they had been feeling, good or bad.
Muka leaned away from Needle a moment, scooted behind her, and sat so she was between his legs. It wasn't a very becoming position but he didn't care about that sort of thing. The strix wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the Engraver to lean back against his chest, tucking his chin over her shoulder.
"Not defective. Just learning new feelings, I think." He had no other explanation. "Perhaps other ghouls and boils feel like this all the time? I hear that these sour feelings do fade with time." He heard, he didn't know.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:44 am
Needle let him move as he pleased, somewhat curious as to what he was doing. She watched the outlines of his legs appear at either side of her, and when his arms went around her waist her grip loosened on her knees. Nobody had ever held her like this before, it was strange, new, and somehow entirely comforting. She found herself sighing in content, leaning back against him and tilting her head to rest against his.
"I do not know how they do this. So many feelings in a day." She murmured softly, nearly grumbling, but she took his hear-say advice to heart. It sounded like the best way to handle things, and the easiest too. There wasn't any need for a serious sit-down with herself, just time and patience.
"Thank you, Muka." She couldn't put her hands over his due to her needles - she tried and felt a tiny pressure and decided to stop - but she could tilt her head and nuzzle against him slightly, as much as their position would allow. "I owe you another shopping trip, it seems~"
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:03 pm
Muka turned and nuzzled her cheek, extracting his arms from her waist and instead resting his hands on her smooth upper arms. He rubbed them gently, as if he was trying to warm her ghostly skin. He really just wanted to touch her flesh, finding more pleasure and comfort in that contact.
"Perhaps," Muka hooted softly to her. "We have been thinking about this all wrong, hmmm?" Finally his giggle rose, reassuring her that he was indeed right and they had been foolish in some way. "Perhaps we are not damaged or deficient emotionally? Perhaps we are simply lucky."
His head simply resting against hers, his wings stretching a bit on his back and curling around them slightly. The ghost dorms were chill and without his feathers it was warmer this way. When she mentioned shopping he giggled. "Alright. Though perhaps you have a maul hex on you!" He teased. She'd told him that all her maul trips had been disasters. Perhaps it was a curse of some sort! The idea made him giggle again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:52 pm
Behind her mask her eyes closed, merely enjoying the feel of his warm hands against her upper arms. It wasn't the first time he had done this particular contact, and she liked it just as much now as she did then. His soft hoot caught her attention, her eyes opening now and moving towards the sound of his voice; her head, however, stayed put. His giggles were reassuring somehow, they never carried that usual tone that came along with laughing at someone.
"Perhaps you are right, we are not lacking, we are...efficient." Needle chuckled softly, and then gave a somewhat indignant huff at his little tease. "I do not!" She insisted in something that was as close to a whine as she could get. "...I do not think so, I mean. I will give it one more shot, Muka. With you. If that fails...well I suppose you will have to find other means." He was the one interested in getting her more suitable clothes, after all. Though it did save her having to feel strange about his lavishing expensive - and short lived - gifts.
"I feel better~" She declared more firmly this time, briefly snuggling back into his warm body, content in his embrace and the circle of his wings. "Have you thought more about what tattoo you want?" Apparently, feeling better put her right in the mood for ink.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 10:31 pm
At least since they'd been in the maul, made it to the store, Muka already had planned out what he wanted to buy Needle. He was vaguely aware that she barely kept a closet and by the way her sister was similarly dressed, he had gathered with her clan's strict nature that the clothing would probably be a secret or maybe never worn more than once. His feelings wouldn't be hurt but he liked to share nice things. Even with the ghoul's particular tastes and body limitations, he could try and give her something nice to enjoy. The subject of the maul could be brushed aside. He could always buy her things without taking her there anyway.. >D
Muka was enjoying the contact, not having had much since the prom. He'd gone to Dragonfell and it had taken a few days with travel and the trip itself. They'd had food, gone to the maul, and now they were here. He'd thought of Needle while he was gone. Just passingly she would cross his mind out of nowhere and he couldn't figure out why. Seeing her again had made him... happy. More than usually. More than other friends. The strix was still getting used to these feelings.
"Well.." another thoughtful hooting, "I was thinking on my hands." He moved them from her arms to hold them out, looking at the backs of them. "Something that you can see." He giggled. Her description of it was done made him not think of an image. He was trusting the moment to determine what would happen.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:30 pm
"Ah, yes, that is right...you did mention that." Needle smiled, recalling their meeting before Prom, where she had inspected his hands. "You do have lovely hands, I think they would make a nice canvas." Being able to say the word without conjuring up images of the woman who raised her had become something of a skill; there was a difference between Canvas and canvas, outside of capitalization.
"...Is that why you wanted your hands done?" She asked, though she already knew the answer. If he wanted his hands tattooed so she could see him...that was incredibly sweet. Though she couldn't quite place why, she felt her face grow a little warmer. "That is...touching." That was almost the word for it, but she couldn't think of anything else to describe it as. But that seemed to make her realize something else.
"Oh, but...if you get a tattoo on your hands, they will be more or less out of commission until they heal..." So he would be able to do very little touching.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:04 pm
"Well it only makes sense to get a visible tattoo.." For her, obviously. The sentimental aspect was a bit lost on him as it only seemed to be logical. he continued to hold his hands out while Needle slid hers over them in an examination.
"I thought this was touching.." He giggled in jest, and his hands jumped to her sides where he gave the ghoul an affectionate squeeze accompanied by a nuzzle.
"Well I won't be completely useless. I do not plan on doing much school work." He didn't take many classes involving writing anyway. "Perhaps someone can simply help me?" He wasn't insinuating anyone, or Needle in particular, but it sounded like he was asking for a bit of help.
After an enlightening pause he let out a soft hoot. "I will be at your mercy without my hands." He teased.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:34 pm
"It is touching!" Needle found herself giving a soft giggle, letting him squeeze and nuzzle her as he pleased; the latter was returned though, and happily so. Contact was contact, and Muka never disappointed. "But there is another feeling kind of touching, or so I am told. Where you feel...honored? Happy? Special, somehow? I am unsure of how to correctly describe it." Needle leaned into him, leaning her head back over his shoulder to make her stare at the ceiling for a moment. "It is a nice feeling...but I think I like the physical touching better." In all respects, apparently.
"Mmm...I would be happy to be that someone." He had been nothing but kind to her, nothing but gentle, and he was going to let her tattoo him. The least she could do was help him for a few days! Her head tilted back down again, just enough to the side to show that she was looking at him, at least made it easier to assume that she was.
"Are you sure you trust me?" She murmured, unable to help the almost coy tone and choice of words.
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