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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:45 pm
His last memory was vague. The warmth of something pressed to his mouth and into it? Ah yes. It had been her in his dream. She'd come back, a pink orange halo around her, shining, nearly blinding in her brilliance. How beautiful she looked, the silent troll how saved him. Yet he smiled, thinking how it had to have been her. Kissing him and slipping him something to sweeten her lips. Her tongue. He tried his best to reciprocate but had a feeling he'd not been at his finest. Maybe he could practice.
Vaguely, he realized he was thinking about making out with Milieu.
That he wanted to make out with a teal.
With a female whom he had no reason to romance other than he liked her.
Of course, as Lunear opened his eyes to figure out where he was now after his last make out before his pass out session, he felt oddly hungry. That and he felt stiff like he'd not moved in days. Groggy, he reached around, realizing he was sleeping on rocks. A pile of rocks. No wonder he was stiff. Grunting, he rolled over to the sight of Milieu. He grinned. Perhaps she'd 'slept' with him. By his side still counted and he could tease her for it. Smirking he shifted more, reaching out towards her.
Thats when he noticed.
He stopped and stared at what he assumed was his hand.
It moved as he wanted his hand to.
It flexed when he flexed his hand.
It was attached to him.
It felt like his hand because he could feel with it.
But his skin was glowing and thus it most certainly could not ever be HIS hand.
Lunear's hand did not glow.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:04 pm
Five nights in a cave. Five cold, tiring, harrowing nights in a cave. She had made a bed of rocks. During the night, she would leave near dawn and get water and food for herself, feeding Lune his potion and water in sips. A fire was by the entrance of the cave. She had a change of clothes and was clean now, but felt dirty and broken emotionally.
She'd done something despicable to someone whom... She... Well... Before the mission to break out the rebels she had attempted to confess to Vremea, but was shut down. It was a stupid wish, a one sided flush crush. It didn't stop it from hurting. Yet Lunear... Well he wasn't far from her mind. A perplexing, fun troll who had kissed her as a kid, who talked about gerbils, and flirted with everyone.
Somehow between point A and point B, Milieu found her pumpbiscuit dancing to a new tune. It started and stumbled when her fingers brushed his forehead, checking that he was alive. Er. Alive dead. Dead alive. A rainbow drinker. In the day, when her mind wasn't numb from the nightmares, thoughts of Lunear would trickle out. His smile, hands... God, what was going on? Finally her pumpbiscuit roared and jived as she washed his face with cool water and cleaned off the grime. So much time alone afford Milieu time to understand herself...
Slowly Milieu opened her eyes, a headache forming in her temples. Groaning softly, the troll blinked and realized that Lunear was awake. Sitting upright, she touched his face with a hand, looking him over in startled awe. Glowing. It had worked. He was a rainbowdrinker. A delighted, relieved smile spread over her face.
And was extinguished with the understanding of what she had done. Withdrawing her hand, she looked down, shaking faintly.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:13 pm
He kept staring at his hand. The thing that was his hand. It couldn't be. It wasn't. He couldn't be attached to this... glowing hand. Yet there was a scar, so stark in contract with his skin and exact to what he'd done to himself in his fury at being branded.
He didn't notice she was awake until she touched his face. His eyes looked into her own and so desperately, he wanted to see her smile, her warmth and know he was fin. That maybe he as hallucinating. But as soon as joy lit up her features, so did something else. She pulled away and he could feel his breathing grow heavier as silence echoed around them. "Milieu." Her name. Her name that sounded so sweet was now sounding like a thing he was afraid to hear. What had happened? What had happened since he'd tasted her lips and let himself feel... something for her?
"Milieu- whats going on?" His voice rose as he shook showing her the glowing hand, torn sleeve exposing more of his arm, more of his flesh.
Glowing with light in the most unnatural of ways.
"What happened to me?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:24 pm
Be strong. Be brave. Be all the troll you can be. Milieu swallowed and found a stick she had charred for this purpose. She had made a few, so that when Lunear awoke she could communicate with him. Against one of the rocks she stared to write. Tears collected at the corner of her eye to her disgust and dismay. No. She didn't deserve to cry.
| You were dying... And I... The reason team spies was not capture was we stopped this jadeblood. He had gone mad. Another jadeblood she told us he was a rainbow drinker. So we took potions to stop him and help the loyalists.| Milieu swallowed and continued to write, | You were dying and.. The troll.. I asked her if I could have some potions to.. To turn you into a rainbowdrinker so you wouldn't die.|
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:34 pm
He watched her, shaking as he tried to fight the growing dread inside of him. The pit of nasuea mixed with hunger. He could hear the dull thud of a pump biscuit. His gaze flicked back and forth between her hands and what they wrote and her neck and exposed skin and what he knew was underneath. What he didn't want to think about. Yet was calling to him- begging to be scattered and shown to the light that was coming from the moon.
Coming from him.
Her words were like aice and fire. They made his shaking body freeze in horror. They made his rage ignite as reality came in a crashing wave.
"You fought- one of then and- and now." He crawled over to her, desperation for her to say it was some joke. That it was a set up, revenge for his cruel treatment of Vremea and Odette perchance.
"Why?" The word was so full of confusion.
"Why did you go this?" Finally he was close enough to see her tears, to see her face.
"Why would you do this to me?"
Why would she make him into a monster?
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:39 pm
Why? It was a question that had occupied the teal's mind. Why had she been willing to do this? To turn Lunear? She used a favor with a powerful woman , against the will and even the knowledge of the other. Answers that rose were so confusing that even now, with Lunear so close, Milieu didn't have a concrete response.
Shakily she took one of his hands and pressed it between her bosom, to where her heart lay. She wanted to speak, to tell him, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. It hurt so bad to not be able to speak aloud and it was so endlessly frustrating. All she could do was try to convey to him with motions.
I care for you. I don't want you to be dead. So I did something selfish. Something horrible.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:50 pm
He kept searching her face for answers, kept wanting to hear words he knew she could not make. Hell, even a written excuse- he wanted to know it was an accident. A mistake maybe. She couldn't have done this to him. Not on purpose. She'd not, she'd never make him like this.
Milieu wouldn't make him a monster of all things.
Yet his wishes were just that, wishes. Things that were not real. What was real was her taking his hand and letting him feel her. Feel her heart. Her blood inside of her, keeping her alive. Where as with him? His free hand came up, touching his own chest, sudden aware it too was bare, scars from the drone's attack having ripped him asunder.
His gaze softened, though that hunger lingered. His hand snaked up her chest, sliding behind her as he closed the distance between them. "Milieu- I don't want to hurt you." He was being open with her. Honest with her. Yet then his hands kept moving, one holding the small of her back while the other snaked its way into her hair.
"I am afraid I will hurt you." Her lips were fascinating as he spoke. He knew they were soft and sweet. He wondered if he could taste them again, her again. Would it be different? Better? Was this a by product of what had happened to him?
"I want to kiss you." He could hear the hunger in his voice, and it disgusted him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 9:05 pm
His hands moved. They moved their bodies closer, until Milieu wondered if the heat was from her or his glowing skin. Did the light make heat? She swallowed roughly, feeling another hand find the small of her back. A bloom of heat flushed her cheeks. One of her hands pressed against his scared chest and the other touched his shoulder.
Milieu nodded and leaned closer, her eyes locked onto his lips. What was this? She'd expected he would rage. Maybe even hit her. Lose all control and become enraged. Instead he was holding her. Asking to be kissed. Of all things, Lunear was asking permission for something he usually just did. And being so honest.
Maybe she was still dreaming.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 9:25 pm
He didn't know why he did a lot of things sometimes. It felt right? It seemed logical? He read it in a book? His life had been lies built on lies. He was blue, so he was better. But that wasn't true, not completely. He was better yes, but he was still less than others, greater than others. He was perfect. He wasn't, he was clumsy and rude and quite terrible at fighting.
Mutants were problems, and had to be culled, both for their own sake and for everyone.
Yet Odette and Vremea were- they were anything but all he'd been taught, thought.
Rainbow drinkers were monsters, abominations.
And now he was one of them.
Why did he do anything? Because he wanted. And in that moment he felt her kiss him, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her as deeply as he could.
So he did.
Deeply.
With tongue.
When it was all unsaid and done he didn't smile or do anything else, not for a while until finally, he decided he had to speak. "I hate what you've done to me." Truth. Cold and yet pure in his honesty.
"You made me feel.. things, for you. Now here I am and I feel so much and all I wanted to do was kiss you. But now its worse. It's so much worse with what you've done to me." To have changed what he was.
"Now I want something else from you- and I'm scared what will happen if I take it." He kissed her again, lips peppering her face until he began to move towards her horns, towards her neck. "I want so much from you- and I hate myself for wanting it."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 7:30 pm
Kisses weren't a new thing. Lune had kissed her as a child. She had kissed Vremea before the mission. Odette had given her a peck on the cheek... there were countless other ones that fell off the radar. So why was it that this kiss ignited a fire so deep in Milieu? It burnt every inch of her skin, bursting her soul into flame as she returned the motions.
When it ended, she made a soft keening sound, completely unintentionally. A flush of teal spread over her face and ears. Lunear didn't seem to mind, or perhaps he hadn't noticed. He was speaking now. His words extinguished her flame, crushed and snuffed effortlessly. Dread, hollow and cold, rested in the pit of her stomach. She felt her throat constrict from sadness. Of course Lunear would hold hate for the one who had inflicted this upon him. Milieu knew that this was always going to be the case. Lunear was... Lunear was going to hate her for her entire existence. It hurt worse than she had imagined it would and she wanted nothing more than to curl up and hide from the world.
And in true, Lunear fashion, he began to change up what he had meant. Milieu blinked dazedly. Did he mean to... He... Her cheeks remained flushed, and the dread lessened. Her heart raced. To want something else from you, he had said. What... Oh. Swallowing, the tealblood tried to comprehend what he was asking. D-did he mean that? Here? In the cave? If it would make him stop hating her then... As his lips neared her neck, she understood and almost laughed at the foolish R rated thoughts.
Clearing her throat, she shifted and tilted her head away, revealing her neck for him. This was natural, it had to happen. Taking a hand from his chest, she fumbled blindly until finding his hand. Lacing their fingers together, she gave it a firm squeeze. Go ahead. I trust you.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 8:36 pm
His breathing came in pants as fangs grazed skin, his hunger and his control fighting as he could practically taste the thing he wanted so dearly. Who he wanted so dearly to hold and cuddle and sit on piles and have feels jams with. Someone who listened and yet spoke without words and was great and warm and smelled nice and kind of better than anything he'd ever eaten before and woah glob he was getting in deep.
Tensing he shifted, trying to separate his body from her own. She shouldn't make sounds like that. They were... good sounds. Sounds he liked but didn't know if she should be making them. They made his clothes feel weird.
"You're too sweet Milieu." He admonished.
"Letting some a** high blood take advantage of you." His voice cracked as the hunger roared in his head. And his tongue flicked out to test her skin. His hand in her own he squeezed.
"Letting me become flushed for you." Admission of what he guessed the feeling was. It certainly wasn't black or grey and it was far too intense to be pale. It was... relief to say it.
Just as it was like freedom to sink his fangs into her, and tasting what he hungered so deeply for.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 9:34 pm
Breath tickling her neck, Milieu realized in a disjointed manner, that this was happening. Not a dream. Not a weird illusion brought on by blood loss. Lunear was wrapped around her, his mouth tickling her neck with licks and kisses. Her only regret was that they were on rocks, and not a pile of fluffy owl mom feathers or a good big pile of pillows. Either would work.
Too sweet? She smiled sardonically, pleased that Lunear couldn't see it, and tried to not squirm. Was that what you said to the person who had turned you into a rainbow drinker? He continued forward and Milieu felt heat rise to her ears more and more, until she was certain her whole face was one giant blob of teal. She wished she could quip back, but was glad when the second statement came that she couldn't. Mili hadn't expected that. Flushed? Feelings? But I'm worthless and you could do so much better than me. How could you even find me remotely worthy of this, Lunear? How could you? Was he lying? No.
She was beyond happy, though stunned for the moment. Then the bite. It broke the skin and she jerked in surprise, pain spreading from the puncture wounds. Shuddering, Milieu bit her lower lip and leaned against Lunear, letting him feet and take what he needed. She kept her breathing slow, focusing on anything other than the pain of being drank.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 12:17 am
Another time, another place- there might be piles of a softer sort but in that moment, the rocks were just as firm as his decision. He might have been a lot of things, but he was flush for Milieu, and he desperately wanted her to know it.
He blood ran down his throat and he groaned, the taste new and fresh and filling a craving he never thought would exist. When she tense he held her tighter, hand squeezing her own. Gulps of her blood ran into him before he pulled away. licking at the stray blood that escaped. kissing the drops that kept rushing from the wounds.
"Can you accept me like this?" He whispered to her, face half buried still against her neck.
"A rainbow drinker as your matespirit?" He spat the name for what he now was. "A mutant?" The thing he hated, hunted- could she really think him even worthy of her now?
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 1:36 am
Milieu's neck throbbed from the bite. She was a little woozy from the bloodloss, but nothing overly dramatic. Just enough to be disconcerting. She smiled wryly at the thought and tried to get herself in the right state of mind. Lune pulled back and continued to kiss the marks, elliciting a shiver from his lunch. Milieu swallowed and thought about what he was saying, still stunned that this was happening.
Was it wrong to fall in flush with someone who you changed? Milieu wished she could consult a book, but there was no one around. Plus, the literature about matesprites to rainbowdrinkers was most likely very shallow. There was only the advice that she gave to all trolls.
Leaning back, she smiled at him warmly and planted a light kiss onto his lips. Tangy from blood, she leaned back and nodded. Yes. She could. Mili grabbed for her board and popped the cap of her pen, furiously scribbling the note. She kept her eyes on the board shyly, unwilling to break her concentration until it was done. | Not just a rainbow drinker. Lunear Reglos. Who is a little silly, but sincere and wonderful. Handsome and intelligent. The first person to kiss me, and teach me about gerbil care. And as dear friend... and I would be, and am, blown away that he could find someone as plain as myself of any interest. I only hope I can make you a happy as you make me, Lune. heart
I'm flushed for you too.|
It was a startling revelation, but it was completely true.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 2:06 pm
He was worried and afraid and confused and hurt yet- he was alive. Alive as he could get at any rate, and he was with Milieu. That HAD to be good, had to mean something did it not? He was... he wasn't alive anymore, normal anymore. There would have to be things to consider, to discuss. "You were never plain." He mumbled, her words drawing a blue to his face as he read her words over. "You were...are... perfect." She made him happy and to know, he could maybe, just maybe, make her happy despite this? Even if he was now a freak? He'd find a cure, he'd fight others, he'd do anything- he made her happy and he'd kill himself for good if he ever ruined that. "Matespirit." Tugging her to the pile of rocks, he was intent of having a feels jam. Or at the very least, holding her until he was ready to face a world which he doubted would accept him as readily as she could.
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