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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 7:53 pm
The recovery from the events had her finally favoring of going out, her parents had never found out and with spring break starting, Failyn was feeling good, optimistic. Her talks with Chariklo, and Amytis and Damocles and Tantalus had caused a seed of an idea to form in her mind, and thus like most seeds, it buried deep and started to take root.
And with her now....complicated relationship with Magiore, she was feeling the itch of the roots, feeling the itch to talk to him about it. To see where he stood with her. For her. Around her?
She had stopped by the store, picking up the makings for a simple chicken dish, and had called Magiore to make sure he was home. She even designated a time for her to wait outside the gate of his apartment loft so that he could take his time!
Right at 6pm, she was outside the gate, nervously playing with the bag. All the bruises and marks had faded from her wrist and her arms, as well as her rib cage. With the warmer spring weather, she indulged in the new freedom of pristine skin to wear a short sleeve shirt, tucked into high waist shorts. Kitty stockings, black as midnight rolled down into her white flats. She wore a very pretty soft teal colored scarf, and her white blonde hair was pulled into a very high bun. She even....wore a little bit of make up! Not something super fancy! Just a little mascara and lip gloss.
She was just silly weird, she thought, and would like to hear Magiore call her cute again. It made her warm and fuzzy.
Wait, she had important things to talk to him about too! she laughed to herself outside the gate and then turned red as people passed by. Darn it! What was she doing!
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:06 pm
When she'd left his apartment for the first time, Magiore had almost decided that he'd made a mistake.
Almost.
But then she'd turned to look at him, and he'd seen the adoration in her eyes and remembered the way she felt in his arms, and he knew there was no point anymore. There was no reason to struggle against himself when he was already aware of the fact that he was irrevocably, undeniably in love with Failyn Namgung.
Even if he couldn't quite say it out loud just yet. Even if the words kept getting stuck in his throat each time he opened his mouth to say them, and he found himself swallowing them back, waiting for an opportune moment, waiting for the flash of inspiration and emotions that would allow him to say how he truly felt.
Since she'd left, he'd felt it distinctly; but a few days later he was rewarded with a visit, and Magiore tried not to show how eager he was as he descended the stairs of his loft building. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a soft, black V-neck sweater, he was a little more serious in nature in comparison to Failyn's outfit, but it somehow fit both of them.
Plus she looked adorable. Magiore hid a smile as he stepped outside.
"Good evening," he said lightly, pressing the button to buzz her in, the gates swinging open. Magiore came closer and reached out, taking Failyn's hand with more ease than he'd thought possible, threading their fingers together. He leaned and pressed a light kiss to her temple.
"This way," he said and smiled, leading her back to the building.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:52 pm
She was wringing the bag so hard, she was pretty sure the handles were going to fall off. She heard the gentle step of his, and the slide of the gate. At first she was going to stare at the ground, but her eyes rose to his, his hand laced with hers and it was okay.
He wasn't going to push her away, so it was okay.
This was going to be okay.
"It looks a lot different when I'm not being carried up like a princess." She attempted to tease, still working on being comfortable with Magiore, without being a blushing mess of feelings and stuff.
The stuff being perverted thoughts, oh dear, now they were there and she was thinking them and gosh darn it.
"I hope you like Chicken! I can prepare it with some cut vegetables and such." She held the bag up, "And there is a little cake for dessert too. Um...is it okay to use your kitchen? I don't want to be rude and just assume..." She started, "or...um invade your space?" or ruin it, or do anything to upset him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:37 pm
He let out a laugh, low and amused. "I could still carry you up like a princess, if you want," said Magiore, tilting his head back so that he could look at Failyn, his dark eyes resting on her; he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as he pushed open the door to the stairwell and began leading her up to the second floor.
"I like chicken," he said agreeably; her flustered ramblings were endearing, and he almost wanted to chuckle. But Failyn's clear attempts at being normal and being casual were met with a certain sense of fondness, rather than anything else. He didn't want her to think that he was making fun of her.
"Failyn."
He had stopped at his door, and now he turned to look at her, one hand still holding hers, the other resting comfortably in the pocket of his slacks. Magiore gave her fingers another tug, stepping up so that he was closer to her, so that there wasn't that much space between them at all.
"You are free to invade my space anytime you wish," Magiore murmured, and bent his head, pressing a delicate kiss to her lips, barely there at all, a mere skim and a brush before he turned away to unlock the door to his apartment loft.
"The kitchen is on the left, as you know."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 2:56 pm
"No! No that is not nesscary, oh dear, no no no." She flushed again, waving her hands and hoping dearly he wasn't serious. While the fantasy was fantastic, and she could imagine herself being one of those flashy women in those like...K commercials, with the flowing hair and the long legs and romantic sweep of....ANYWAYS. THE REALITY would be just silly.
"Fantastic! Not many I know dislike a good chicken." She nodded, "I've go a few trimmings to fancy it up, nothing special." She replied modestly, but really she was trying to blow his socks off! It was special to make something for your loved one.
For him at least.
She stopped mid-thought, looking up at him. "Ah...yes Magiore?" Her eyes held his, even as her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, bag gently pressing between them.
"Invade?" She blinked, as a slow shy smile came over her face. "That's wonderful! That's great. I was a little worried that I was still pressing you but..at the same time, Want to keep you on your toes!" She reached up again and kissed his cheek. As she entered, she slipped her shoes off and set them aside before padding over to the kitchen and pulling all the ingredients.
Then she looked around for pots and pans and set the oven and meticulously set up her ingredients in the order that they'd be worked.
"While I was making dinner, I was wondering your thoughts on something." She looked over at him, "Perhaps something that would make our...uh...powered lives a little more simpler. But I need your honest opinions and perhaps after, your help after?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:19 pm
He had to resist the urge to sweep her up into his arms again, as tempting as it was. Being aware of his feelings for her and actually admitting that he had them for once was having a devastating effect on Magiore's ability to think coherently. He had yet to find a balance between keeping them in check and letting them spill over, his thoughts always somehow managing to turn towards Failyn no matter how much he tried to keep them at bay.
It was becoming a real problem. He sincerely needed to fix it, otherwise he'd never get anything done at all.
"Please do keep pressing me," said Magiore, his voice low with amusement. He slipped off his shoes at the doorway and brushed a few stray strands of black curls from his shoulders, following Failyn into the kitchen to lean against the island in the middle and watch her work.
His brows rose at her comments, and he blinked slowly, trying to figure out what she was implying. Something that would make their powered lives simpler? Magiore frowned a little, but it was out of thought, not of distaste or upset.
"Of course," he said, tugging on a curl. "I would be glad to listen to anything that you have to say."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 9:26 pm
She would look over her shoulder, see him leaning there and feel an absolute belonging. While it wasn't his home in general, but it was the feeling of him with her and the naturalness that came from both.
So she set a kettle on for tea as well, reaching, from where she remembered on her last visit her, where he kept it.
As everything came together, she pursued her lips, wondering how to bring up the conversation she had in her mind. It seemed so simple while she had been thinking about it and now it just felt cluttered and messy.
She took a deep breath, setting the chicken and trimmings in the oven and setting the timer.
Then she turned to him, and let her hands play with her dress.
"I was thinking...I am not..." she pursued her lips again, "I am not fully commited to the side of order, to the senshi of the white moon court. In fact.." She hurried on, "The dark mirror, in the future and now have held a special place in my heart. They are not the negaverse but..." Why couldn't her hands stay still? They kept moving everywhere. "They have offered me once a place amongist their court, and with my ideals of peace, I would remain a senshi...but in between? I wouldn't be negaverse, because..." She didn't want to join the group that had tortured her, "And I don't...I think..." She sighed.
"It would be...I think....It would be better....Then the future we saw. To be in secret? To look over our shoulders every day...I don't want to be hunted like that again, but I don't want you to give up what you needed...I want..." She came closer to him, reaching up to gently touch his cheek. "To be with you everyday. To be okay. I can do that, with the dark mirrors. I have family there, they will take care of me even better then the white moon ever did."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:58 pm
Failyn did not feel out of place in his house - or in his arms, for that matter. There was a certain sense of pride that he felt about having her here, like he had managed to overcome some great difficulty and was now reaping the rewards - and yet it wasn't that he thought of Failyn as a prize, but just as something important, something to be cherished.
Magiore watched with a sort of hungry fascination as she worked, wanting to drink in everything that she was doing, because he'd taken so long to admit his own feelings that he felt almost robbed that he had been too stubborn. He'd lost precious time that he could have had, and now he needed to make up for it.
His expression shifted as she spoke, however; changing from a mildly curious one to a somewhat apprehensive one, and then to one of mild alarm the longer Failyn went on.
"You..." Magiore's throat felt dry. He swallowed hard, trying to wrap his mind around everything that she was telling him. The touch of her hand on his cheek felt warm against his cold skin, and he lifted his own to cover hers, keeping it in place against his face.
"You want to...change sides?" he said, his chest tightening. "I mean - I mean, it's not really changing, they are, as you said, in between, but their policies tend to run towards the more extreme. I realize the White Moon can be called that as well, but..."
It would be a lie to say he wasn't worried, but he couldn't help the strange feeling in his heart that had begun to grow; the odd breathlessness that had seemed to take ahold of him.
"You would...do such a thing," said Magiore hoarsely. "For - for me? I mean, to...to be with me..?"
The idea was mind blowing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 4:25 pm
"It's just you know, the white moons are more extreme then you think. They would kill me first, then find you and kill you if they knew we were together." She hesitated, "They are more violent then I thought. Not all of them are bad though...I mean neither side is bad or good..." She rushed through again, "It's just, I never fit into the white court. They didn't even train me to fight." Mintaka laughed a little, "Or to defend myself? Chariklo did! Of the dark mirrors, she's the one who offered a home first. And then...then I got to know them more."
She shook her head.
"Remarque and Canopus, Amytis and Tantalus and Damocles. Hydrus." She looked at him.
"F...Yes! I would do it for you!" She gnawed on her lip again, "And...I just thought, because I would be chaos powered, the negaverse wouldn't punish you for it, and that..."
She held his face between her hands, terrified. Was he upset?
"If...if that's okay, I would do anything. I want to be with you Magiore, but...I want us to be okay together too. That future? Our feelings may be here, but I don't think I can run or hide again. I want to be in the open with you..." She swallowed, "I will have...a new identity. You might not recognize me. I won't be Fai anymore. But...But I do want to be with you."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 4:50 pm
He knew well enough how violent the White Moon could be, because Magiore knew how violent the Negaverse could be. Neither side was correct in assuming that the other was better in that particular aspect of their beliefs, because they were merely violent in their own ways.
A flush touched Magiore's face. "I'm afraid I don't recall many names," he hedged, feeling ashamed of his own lack of knowledge towards both his own faction and the Dark Mirrors. Chariklo was the only one he remembered from their hazy future dream, but the rest were foreign, melting away into nothingness. "I am...not well-versed in the company of others."
Meaning that he held no significant relationships anywhere, barring Zinkenite. Both as Magiore and Captain Aurostibite, he had not formed lasting friendships, and it was something of a sadness to him, because he felt isolated within his own home, unable to do much more than watch from the outside.
But here Failyn was, telling him that she was going to shift everything - for him. His heart felt ready to burst with his emotions.
For several long seconds Magiore just looked at her, and then he grabbed her face and dragged her to him, covering her mouth in a kiss that was just as passionate, if not more so, than the one he had first given to her, in this very same kitchen only a few nights prior. His feelings spilled out into it, and he broke away with a gasp, clutching Failyn to him, his chest heaving as he buried his face in her hair and held her tightly.
"I will not let you go," he said roughly. "I will never let you go, I am yours entirely, and if this means that we can be together without hiding, then I will do what it takes to accomplish that. I will be with you every step, and we will find each other every time, even if I don't recognize you, I will find you again."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 5:50 pm
"I don't mean to do that," She breathed out, "Names and people to put you on the spot, I was just merely rattling." She held his hand, "You are well versed with me, and that's okay too." She reached up to brush his bangs away, "You are a lone wolf, but you are mine after all." And just as the name, she had no doubt that one day Aurostibite, and Magiore, would make more connections.
He had done it with her after all.
His kiss almost, ALMOST made every thought disappear. It was so passionate, she thought she might die from the heat of it. He wasn't unhappy with her, and perhaps he thought this was a good idea.
Well she couldn't focus at first.
"Wai...Oh..yes. I will never let you go as well." She flushed, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I will ask Remarque then. I need...to set up the funds for my new life. And the house." She looked away, "The house my grandparents gave me after they passed, I will live there from now on." It was far out of the city, but at least this time it would be fixed up as is, and not damaged by the five years of war.
"It'll be good. I promised myself, I'll have a good life. Great life. With you, I will have a great life."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 7:03 pm
He shook his head; the names didn't matter, it was something he needed to fix himself, after all. Failyn's fingers were gentle on his forehead as she brushed his hair out of his eyes, and Magiore lifted his gaze to meet hers, smiling a little.
"More like a dog," he told her, with just the faintest touch of irony to it. "A dog of the Negaverse."
He knew his position as well as the others did.
Magiore felt flushed with his own emotions, pink in the face with his chest heaving for air, but he didn't let go of Failyn, didn't want the warmth of her body to leave his. He wanted to remember the feel of her, because truth be told, he was terrified of her disappearing and him not being able to find her again. He needed to find her, it was too important now, she was too important.
He lifted his head and looked at her, taking a breath.
"Let me live with you."
The request left his lips without Magiore even realizing he had said them; and once he had, he took a sharp, stuttering breath and then exhaled it, just as shakey, just as uncertain. His arms tightened a little around her.
"Let me stay with you," he said, almost a pleading note to his voice. "I want to be near you."
I want to make sure I can't lose you again."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 12:01 pm
"A wolf." She raised a brow, "You are no dog." She hated to hear him describe himself as such, especially when deep down she knew, he would blindly follow the negaverse if they asked him too. Even when she knew deep down that she couldn't ask himself to change that because of her.
His request startled her. It was sudden, so fast. She had already one life changing decision on hand, could she take another?
Or was this a better prelude to a life for them? Was this the destiny that was meant to be, only better?
"Live...with me? In the house?" The large house with its empty rooms, where Failyn would be alone but not with Magiore? She looked around his apartment, his place.
Could she ask him to leave this now? Would that be okay?
"I want you too. There would be rooms for you, We could make one a shop for your craft?" She held out her arms to him, "I want to make you happy too, if you think this is good for you? I want you to be with me and happy." She'd do anything now for that. Change sides, open her home, live her heart.
Anything.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 12:33 pm
"A dog," Magiore whispered ruefully, because it was true.
He felt more unsteady than he ever had before, perhaps because he had never before let his emotions overtake him as they were now. Stoic and calm, both Magiore Carpenter and Captain Aurostibite had spent the majority of his adult years learning to control himself, keep himself extracted from the messiness of things that would possibly hinder his success.
But now things were different. He was surrounded in that mess, and if he had to change it, if he had to go back, he would have done it all over again, because the way he was feeling now, towards Failyn Namgung, was an irreplaceable set of emotions that both terrified and exhilarated him.
She was holding out her arms, and wordlessly Magiore let himself into them, wrapping his own around her waist, skimming them up her sides before his fingers closed on the fabric of her shirt, holding her tight.
"I want to live with you," he said quietly, and his voice was more steady now, less emotional and less pleading, but firm and decisive, because there was no going back on this. "I want to be with you, to stay with you, always, I don't ever want to lose you again.'
One of Magiore's hands lifted and he pressed it against the side of Failyn's face, in a touch so tender and careful that it seemed he was afraid she was as fragile as glass, breakable beneath his trembling fingers.
"I will do what it takes to be with you, always," he said softly. "Leaving this behind is of no consequence if it means that I can wake up to you every morning."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 7:30 pm
She stared at him and then reached up to slap his cheek. Very, very, very gently. "No." Was all she said and then let it drop.
"We will make arrangements then!" She sighed happily. "I will....pass the house onto my self. It won't be a problem. I have inheritance money too that will allow me to live comfortably for awhile but I'll have to find a job to at least keep me sustained." She hummed happily, as if all the managing of bills and the idea of making her home thrilled her.
Secretly she was. His touch wasn't lost on her, and she returned them all with her own, trying to comfort him, and ease that feeling he had. But soon enough she was pulling away, because her body was vibrating with energy, and she couldn't sit still.
"Is it bad that I can't wait now? That just the idea of this makes me antsy?" She heard the chicken beep, taking it out of the oven and laying it on top. Turning back to him.
"I'll have one of the rooms be converted to a shop before everything happens, if you'll write me a list of the supplies you'll need?" She started to hunt for paper and a pen, to write down the notes she wanted. She needed to plan this out a little more.
And there was the matter of reaching Remarque and finding out the specifics of the her transferring to the Dark Mirror Court. What would she lose? What she would be gaining.
She had so many thoughts, it was making her go a little starry eyed.
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