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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 11:41 am
 La Llorona, for possibly the first time in her life, milled about anxiously. The nerves surrounding what she was committing herself to; what she was promising of herself ... It felt like it was all too much. She'd never been one to change for anyphony else and though it got her into trouble it was something she was proud of. She liked the killing, damn it. There was just something so empowering watching the light fade from little fo-- She shook her head clear. This was no time to start fantasizing. It would only make what she was doing worse. Watching Cirrus, through a window, as he bustled about preparing his home for her as a means to not completely break down the kelpie mare knew it was worth it. A thin smile spread across her face and her anxiety vanished. She reached a hoof up to knock on his door. "Honey," she said to herself sarcastically, "I'm home." Ruriska Forgot to quote you! ... It's here. It's happening. omg.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 12:33 am
Cirrus was not new to milling about anxiously. He did it most days. However that was not what he was doing right now, oh no, he’d gone way past anxious. Just calling him anxious was like comparing a hill to a mountain. And now that the moment he had been dreading was finally here he had settled into uncomfortably numb, going about his business with a vacant stare, occasionally stopping to twitch, as if only seconds from just sitting down on the spot and screaming. He got rid the charms first, took them down one by one. His personal favourites he tucked away into the drawers, wrapped up in old newspaper. The garlic he tossed away, some of the other herbs he left alone, just in case and when it was done, he could only stare at what felt like an empty room. The cottage still had its plush chairs, bookshelves and masses of pillows, but there was something missing without the charms. They’d do him no good now that he was inviting evil into his home. The Pegasus wandered towards the kitchen to prepare some tea and the knock came; his heart skipping a beat and rising right up into his throat. He took a moment to collect himself, turned and walked slowly to the door. When it opened, he regarded her exhausted eyes, then simply swung the door wide and said, “please come in.” LOLLI qAq yessss also I made a floor plan of his cottage /so lame
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 12:59 am
He looked about as empty as she felt. He wasn't the only one giving things up for this, and the thought made her eye him coldly. She entered the wide door, brushing past him as she went, and took in the sight of what was to be her new home. A slightly damp saddle bag was draped over her back and she opened it with her mouth only to pull a trinket out using her science-given magic. Shells, pearls, and bits of glass hung from different lengths of string that were tied together with a knot. He also wasn't the only one that believed in charms ... though hers was more for hanging in front of a door to alert to intruders rather then warding away evil spirits. What was the point in that when she was the 'something evil'? "You run a charm business out of here, right?" Had she heard about that correctly? The charm/chime/whatever floated towards him coated in a soft glow. "Put it above the door ... It'll tell you when someone is here." With that she turned and started to explore the cottage. Ruriska That is so not lame it is SERIOUSLY helpful. omg. <333
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 1:14 am
He accepting the floating charm tentatively and then just held it as she started to explore. "Not quite," Cirrus answered. "It’s… a fortune telling business. People come to me to get their fortunes read. But yes, I also sell charms to those who need them." The one he was holding could almost pass as one of his own but it was cold and its value was certainly not in warding away evil spirits. "I’ll have to close the shop," the last part was muttered to himself, soft and sad. Then he put the charm up as instructed, exactly where his horseshoe had been but a half hour before. With that done, Cirrus followed her back into his small home and lingered behind her, fighting back a weird torrent of apologies about the plush décor (which honestly looked like something a little old lady would had preferred) and cluttered shelves. "There’s only one bedroom, so I’ll, um, sleep on the couch." LOLLI qAq I'm glad. <3 It'd probably be better designed with an open plan but I always RP'd him as walking into another room to get to the kitchen. xD
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 1:31 am
She let out a few tight-lipped 'mmm' noises as he talked and nodded slightly as he did as she'd instructed. Her ears flicked backwards towards him when he muttered under his breath and she looked over her shoulder at him. "Why?" It was curt, but she drawled out the end of it. Equal parts flirtation and menace. Turning her attention back to the bedroom she smirked, but didn't argue with him. Truth was that she'd probably sleep in the bathroom. He could suffer until he caught on, though. Then she'd take the bed. It was strange to her. She actually sort of liked the overtly plush feel of everything. It made everything feel larger. Crowded. LaLo wasn't a huge fan of big empty spaces and this was certainly not a big empty space. Ruriska It's perfect. Get outta my head ... but don't actually.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:14 am
"Why?" He repeated, blinking with slow shock. They were to be married. Of course they would share a room eventually; he just hadn’t thought it would be quite so soon. Would he even be able to sleep with her beside him? Would nightmares plague him or would his real life nightmare be enough to keep them at bay? "Well, I, I didn’t think… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable." And surprisingly enough, he was speaking the truth. His gesture had been a pure one, not to keep her away from him but so that she would have a nice bed and not feel strange about having him in the room. Ridiculous perhaps, considering who she was. "I’ll make some tea," he said in a hurry, rushing past her into the kitchen. LOLLI qAq good because i've already laid eggs up there
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:40 am
She raised an eyebrow at him and snorted in his direction. She was already uncomfortable. His proposition and own damn greed meant that she was now completely out of her element. She was vulnerable and that was very inexcusable. She nudged a shoulder into him as he rushed past to make tea and responded simply. "Tea would be good, yes." The mare dropped herself down on the plushest thing in his greeting room and blinked at him. Only then did she decide to acknowledge his statement about her comfort. "My Little Ghost, are we showing genuine concern for one another now? Here I thought you'd only proposed in order to keep me from my evil ways," it came out more uneasy and less bitchy than normal, but it helped pave the way back to familiar territory where she was concerned.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 4:13 am
It was easier to breathe in the kitchen, with at least a wall and a door to separate them. He bustled about, thought to linger longer, but her voice had floated back to him and when he peeked back into the sitting room, he realized she’d made herself home on his seat. Easily the plushiest item in the room, comfortable enough to soothe even his tattered nerves. "Yes, that was the only reason," he responded stiffly, apparently having gotten over his dead-eyed acceptance of hell to some form of annoyed. He could be heard in the kitchen, turning on the kettle, cups clattering as he placed them on his tray and a longer silence where he struggled to decide what sort of tea to offer her. The best kind he reserved for special guests, something calming, something cheap, certainly not the tea leaves he used for fortunes. Peppermint. Yes, peppermint was middle ground. Cirrus returned with the neat little tray with two cups, the tea pot and two little saucers full of honey and sugar. Then he sat, not on his chair but instead on the other couch across from her, where his guests usually sat. "Honey?" He inquired as he poured them both a cup. That he wanted to do his best, despite the ridiculous and downright horrible situation he had put himself into, was something he couldn’t quite explain.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 1:32 am
She smiled instantly when he replied from the kitchen. Chuckling to herself she fired back with an answer of her own. "Thou dost protest too much, Little Ghost." She sunk lower into her new seat and touched at the well worn spots. The signs that this was his chair. The fact that he hadn't said anything about it was humorous to her, but also slightly infuriating. She wanted a challenge. The quick retorts and venom that were apparently reserved only for her. As he sat and poured the tea she watched him. Everything seemed so exact. So careful. Part of her wanted to reach over and throw a cup on the floor just to see his reaction, but she was also thirsty and the peppermint smelled divine. She leaned over to pick up her tea and looked him coldly in the eyes. "I've never been partial to that as a pet name, but if that's what you want to call me ... Oh, you meant for my tea. No, thank you." She moved to lean back into his chair and laughed. Once she was reclined to her satisfaction she let the steam of the tea waft up into her nostrils. It was obviously not the best tea, but it would do.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 1:56 am
He met her gaze for only a brief moment and then looked down, swallowing around the lump in his throat. It was easier to remain silent, to pick up his tea and stare into it without even drinking. The smell of peppermint was suddenly making him feel ill and he realized that because of his choice, he would forever be doomed to recall this very moment whenever he caught of a whiff of the same scent. Cirrus felt the cup starting to tremble against his hooves and hastily placed it down, staring blindly to the side, towards the window. No escape there. This was his fate now and the sooner he accepted it completely the easier it might be. This would be his everyday. This would be the world he would wake up too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:22 am
The trembling of the hooves, the lack of any drinking, and the stares out the window ... They didn't go unnoticed. She took another sip of the tea and silently trained her eyes on his face. She was a monster, but she wasn't stupid. He'd had enough, and she needed to call it quits for the day. Cirrus wasn't a fun toy when he'd lost the ability to care. She could make up a lie about already slipping on her promise, but that wouldn't do anything. Not with the way he was holding himself. She almost, just barely, felt a pang of regret pushing him the way she did ... but it faded quickly. Still, La Llorona was content to sit silently; in his chair, in his living room, in his safe space, and just let it fill up with her presence. She made up her mind that she'd make sure to leave for some time the next day, and maybe even every day after that for a time. Let him start to feel safe and comforted again. Let him recoup that spark that had driven him to stalking her and sassing her for a time. Finishing up her tea she cleared her throat and stood. Soft light set the tea cup back onto it's tray gracefully and she headed towards the one bathroom. "I need to freshen up. Moisturize. Then I'm going to bed." There was no need for any pleasantries such as 'good night', and though she almost jabbed at him again with an offer to join her she kept her mouth shut. He'd had enough and she was patient.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:34 am
Cirrus was almost surprised when she spoke again. He’d traveled so far away into his mind that for a moment all he could do was stare at her in blank confusion. "Of course," he said eventually in noncommittal reply. Slowly he slid from the couch and began collecting their cups on the tray, his own still full and steaming. It was only once he was in the kitchen again, pouring peppermint tea down the sink, that he remembered them. It was a short dash to the bathroom, the flutter of wings as he slowed his pace and tried not to make so much of a ruckus. A guilty, frightened glance at the bathroom door and then towards the dresser where they sat. Mr. Snuggle, Ruffles, Baskerville and Coconut. The four plush toys that had been his main childhood companions, the voices whispering in the back of his mind. Baskerville, stop laughing, stop. Cirrus bundled them into his arms as fast as he could, looking desperately for a place to hide them, as Coconut slipped free and fell to the floor and he fumbled to pick her and not drop the others.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:52 am
She was about to turn on the water in the tub and settle down for a long bath, if not just fall asleep there, but then she heard the commotion. Whatever he was doing out there it was obvious Cirrus was trying to keep it as quiet as possible and it piqued her interest. La Llorona cracked the bathroom door open just long enough to see Cirrus' tail vanish down the hallway. So she slunk out and followed him; making sure she was just far enough away to see what he was doing, but not get caught. He was stashing something into a cupboard. It was hard to see-- Was that a pink stuffed foot? A sly grin formed and she turned to head back to the bathroom. As far as she knew he didn't know she'd just witnessed him hiding stuffed animals. For now she'd leave it that way, but eventually this was something she could use. "Thank you, Cirrus," she whispered to herself.
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