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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:22 pm
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙾𝚘𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝚘𝚘𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚢 𝙲𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚘, 𝚕𝚊, 𝚕𝚊
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 9:12 pm
Soft scratches.
White petals, feeling so silken soft. The child-like grope over the little bloom left the simmered eyes mesmerized.
Now only if they can see. Ha-ha. A blind girl under the dome of a vast wilderness. Clothes in rags until the terrain claimed them and in the morning she was no different than the fauna around. Her hair splashing like liquid obsidian, still damp from the rain. Goosebumps over the peach Moroccan tint that was her skin. Like the does that passed her, she had her own pattern of marks and where they were acquired the young woman could not recall. It felt like the third day. The sweet stickiness of wild strawberries and grapes still gummed up in her palms as those were rationed carefully from where she last found them.
Limping back to where she could hear the waters. That was where it was warm. The sunlight filtering in that one spot. Sitting there criss cross, hugging her smooth knees to snack on the last of her berries. Licking off the final marks of sweetness of her hands before they'd rest over the nude thighs. The wind skirting over her shoulders so that her hair may fall. An elk would peek on over, sniffing at her, before it would jolt and step back.
The scars of her face flown in a pattern like the wild flower she found. Best described as though a powder keg had blown off her cheek. Now it resembled a cut pomegranate with ribbons of tissue vibrantly clinging. And it hurt everytime she would try to wash it. Scarlet hues now looking like blood when it dries, dim, lightless. The elk was still for a while before it took another sniff and left her before her hand could raise up to touch it. Oh.
Was she that ugly? The onyx haired woman thought. Touching her own features of her face, and again at the wounds still fresh and bare. It hurt to move at times but something willed her to move when she needed to. Did she fight a bear? Did she win? Silly thoughts scattered in her head now that on this day, the woman cycled out depression and doubt over fear. Well it seemed she would have to make the best of it.
Maybe now she was only coming to terms. That this might be how she would die. Back to where I go. Softly feeling around for what felt familiar. The prickish bush and thick vine she tripped over earlier--ahh!
Indeed she tripped, so this must be the way back. Limping again, but it shouldn't be far.
And once she would, she would fall to another sleeping spell once the thoughts of the day would make her head heavy. All around her, the loose dirt and discoloring of the ground.
Near the trickling waterfall, the gargantuan statue seemed to be holding her where it's midsection was blown off, sporting a crater where it suggested heavy impact. So much so that the terra among them looked like crunched up puzzle pieces. The moss ridden statue however only continued smiling, as though all things of fate must go as intended. As though life without sight would perhaps open something else anew for the blind girl who lost her memory.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 11:43 pm
 On and on, he wandered the world with only his blade at his side and a mourning in his heart.
Even after everything that happened; regaining his blade and coming to terms that maybe this world wasn't so sullen, Hunter felt a loneliness. No one understood it. . The yearning in his heart. An instance of self reflection chimed as pools of water shimmered back, eyes of gold looking to the waves shifting while he stopped, patting his horse momentarily to calm her. Daiseiki -- a beautiful steed he'd found on his journey.
Now why had he traveled so far west? Well. . He didn't know, honestly. Something called out to him. Someone needed his help. The four winds spurred him here and, while usually he knew what was to come, the future of fate was bleak and dim. Taking a handful of water, he'd bring it to his mouth to sip lightly before letting the droplets tap the surface, body motioning in an almost jest as the wind blew to his back to witness a great statue of old. Lovely. It seemed the past just didn't know when to let him lie. "Fate. . ? Fukakaka. ." Chuckle softly, Hunter. Let your voice carry as moments turned to minutes while his stare was apparent. In those pools of gold shimmered the image of a girl torn to ribbons with rags combing her figure. Helpless. . No. . Wait.
He knew her.
As the air shook with flare Hunter took a step forward. How long had it been? How long. . "And here I was thinking fate had stopped ******** with me. ." Silently he'd step while grasping the reigns to his horse, tying her to a nearby rock formation as he moved ever closer. She was wounde-
She had tasted all her maw could take--now that even it's bones were in powdered pieces off a blown up keg. Skin hanging off the side of her jaw now, as the whites of her eyes nearly popped like marshmallows roasting. From them they bled a content sigh toppled over a burning charcoal of healthy resentment. Wherever she may go now? Would death finally creep up on her yet? It wouldn't be such a bad end to go out this way.
. . She was beaten.
Yet, he felt nothing else. But the tether was there. This was Ahn and their fates were still sealed. How was it that he couldn't see anything from her? In a flash of speed he was on the spot where she lay, his lids lowering as his fingers grazed the outline of her face. She hadn't even properly healed yet.
Dulled down to the wear, her flames were all but extinguished. ". . You finally got put down for good. . But I guess I do owe you something, Ahn. ." A small knife came from his satchel before it went across his hand, blood leaking down. Fingers dabbed the wound before lining it to the brim of her mouth. She needed to taste his blood to reverse fate and heal what lined her structure.
Her eyes however were something he couldn't fix.
"Wake up. You look pitiful." Never one to let sleeping dogs lie, aye Hunter?
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 4:50 am
Saccharine syrup flooded her mouth with taste. Grass spread around her like a painter's careful mistake. Flowerettes blooming from between fingers and elbows and yet all the fauna around dared not touch. It was a wonder how again like before, that no beast would dare come even if hunger prodded them with vicious flames. Again they were connected. Two souls infused with a secret code, their lifeline a confusing yet familiar greeting as the soul of the hunter and woodwick again joined hands. The ethereal hand of a wisp looked up to him, raising a hand until breaking into mist the moment it went too far. Yes you, the spirit within would hunger and gnaw as again she would block the passage of memories to be shared. Her name was....grief, and first it would begin by becoming denial. The strongest wall to put above while the child outside will slowly heal.
His voice carried on and awoke her sure enough with a familiar start. Her cheek felt cold when his hands traveled over and yet a tinted beet blush swelled over her features. "H-Hello.." Hiccuped, she, the fearful doe with her goring horns all gone. Wettened lashes akin to birds flying through rain swooped low then up. Carrying with them the dulled rings of saturn with them as they now looked again to the void dark. Gulp. It was the sweetest yet most iron tart thing she had tasted. Fruit sticky fingers would reach out. Plucks of grass stuck at the ends. Her name rang in her head with his blood spelling it over in a sweet whisper to her memories. A wince and then she would look up to the direction of his voice. Why was she not afraid? Something about him was...off. Not yet familiar....no....Wait...
Not yet? Her legs shook, about as human as they come. Hours ago she thought she would be elated for human company, unaware of how long it had been since she woke in this forest. Now.. She wondered. He wasn't forceful, if anything he was gentle with her in handling. But he sounded impatient. Stern. Familiar. Puzzled, yet intrigued, the woman would stand up, hardly leaving any imagination to those caught aware. Touching her face that would likely heal up in time, leaving fruit stains, she would find herself breathy and giggling.
"Am I...ugly? You said pitiful...but I'm....not alone anymore." Confusion mixed with a stroke of naive essence. She would hold her hand out trying to reach for what may be there. Soft pads likely stroking a solid figure if he were to remain. "Please don't be a dream. I'm tired of waking up." The plum lips would flatten as she would feel a slice of howling loneliness rip through again just at the thought.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 2:44 pm
Who was she?
A stare blank and dark as golden maw'ed hues burned in retrospect of the sight. The feeling. . No, this just wasn't the same. Try as hard as he might, the tethers to the soul weren't completely latched on. Somehow, in someway, she refused him? But he'd never had this happen before, and so confusion overtook his features; not that Ahn could see it, either way. "She closed her heart?" Who was he asking? So many questions but no one to answer them. For this doe eyed girl, smelling of war and poppy seed just wasn't the same empress he'd met on the battlefield.
Broken. Scarred. Confused. Alone. Wow. . He'd been there before. "Blind. . " A soft whisper again as his hand raised, but nothing to appeal. She was gone and it was already to late to save her. Silently he'd continue to watch, not making a sound. A hand resting on his katana -- he could end her here. She was supposed to die in that battle. Whomever she fought was the victor and yet, here she was. Lying about while licking the sides of her wounds. Not even knowing who she was anymore.
A doe wandered into the path of a beast. .
Staring downward at her sight, slowly the blade rose from its sheath with eyes narrowing. This was for the best lest she be shame-
"Please don't be a dream. I'm tired of waking up."
Stop.
Sheath met steel as he entered the blade where it belonged once again. A digits rising to meet her own, the cold caress of her moist skin against his own dead fibers. Even now, to him, she was warm. "Yes, you're ugly." Not to mar, but to prove right by his honor. He owed her his life and she owed another. His debt was paid by saving her. It was only right. "But, I'll make you beautiful again. My name is. ."
Pause.
". . My name is Ibiki. Ibiki Nobunaga. I'm. . an old friend Ahn. . . That's your name. ." Caress and touch lightly. Nimble, yet avenged as he fought back his tendencies. ". . Is it okay Ahn. . if I take care of you for a little while? I want to. . help. ." Amidst that grace of lure and tact, a ronin driven by a march of faith. Perhaps fate wasn't so bad, after all. . .
Nah.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 9:23 pm
Serenade into the landscape. Liquid to the touch and butter on skin. She seemed to move now with more life than before. Filling a body that never knew such things besides carnal desires. Girl no longer was nameless. She had a name. And perhaps this time, it would mean something more than a curse.
The sloven figure from within would burn her innocence in flames, a million lights away from home. Frozen to the bone, she waits. The ethereal empress now in rest, watching as she waits not on her wounds but her body to move once again.. And in order to do so, she must wait for yet another flame. The world was punished enough, so it would be given respite. There were other players in the game to recognize, only more for the bounty the huntress would reap.
Busy trying to touch around her, he seemed so far out of reach. Unaware that her life might have ended under his arced guillotine of an artful foe once upon a time. Movements jaded over time from. His words didn't sting but they washed over her with a warmth. A dimpled smile. If he says I'm ugly, then I'm ugly.
Above her head unbeknownst to Ahn, his blade had lowered, and her time in this rotting world extended. Hands met with the fabric of his sleeve. She blinked a few flutters, taking in his name. For a splice in time her head seemed to fill with confusion almost...as though---- No. It was his name. Why would anything matter at this point? He seemed nice enough to help. He was another voice, and he was something and not nothing. Yet oddly enough, she felt comfortable. Perhaps it was just his way of being kind. The scars on her body almost felt like they were hugs given to her by him. Was that weird? Almost childish now compared to--- Hmm, what was there?
She looked up, most likely not meeting correct eye contact but she tried. "An old friend! Oh.. I see, it's...no wonder you feel...closer than distant..." Softly rolling her fingertips over the fabric before hugging her sides, looking down. Absorbing her name. Ahn. Ahn... Why does that name feel so cold to me? I don't like it very much. Still if he said it was her name, then it was her name.
Swallowing the fact. He would help her, willingly. And he knew of her. She could have been dead at any point or even later. Anywhere with another was already better. Though truthfully, panic started to wash into her veins like cold acid. "It doesn't have to be for a little while...I...well, as long as you can. Please, I would be grateful." Grateful. It felt so odd, as if she ever even knew the meaning of that word to begin with. Quickly her eyes lit up.
"Ibiki Nobunaga....Naga. Mr. Naga. May I carry your things? It's the least I can do. Your company is wanted, please!" Nodding to herself as she would hold out her arms. "I've learned that I'm actually rather hardy." A coy smile as she would do so before it would melt into a buttery one. From her dirtied scarred hands, a wedge so red would be inflamed from where she last vicegripped her blade. It's final resting place lost in the sky and flung into pieces all swallowed by the abyss that was Goldilocks.
Her riches however, all flung around this land. Gold, jewels, territories of deeds. Properties of all that fell under her name, all for whomever to take.
Deecee Sama 90k and weapons, transferral of one territory [ Midway Forest] all yours to take or it stays here.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 10:48 am
Was he angered by how pitiful she was and filled with sorrow at such a sight as this?
Ahn Sahyte.
In this era he'd met a few capable warriors. Those that got his cold, dead, blood boiling. Churning and edged onward towards a place where he once was. Where he could feel alive, once again. Yet, here was a husk of that remembrance and it pained him in a way he hadn't felt for so long to see it. Yes, it was true. Hunter was selfish. He wanted her to remain perfectly capable. Til bone break or skin wither by his hand, so that he could feel there was another he danced the way he did ever so often. But here it was -- painfully obvious that, even if he did control the threads of fate, he couldn't control his own. Pitiful. . He wallowed in an abyss of deep dark loneliness. Teary eyed like a babe who'd only just come into the world.
"Alone. . once again. ."
In resolution this being before him; no matter how sorry she might be, needed to be cared for. He owed her his life and so, he'd give it in exchange for her second chance. To become her light when she couldn't even see it.
Heh. . Who're you really, Hunter?
Chuckling softly to her words, his digits grafted the fibers of her palm and brought her just a bit closer. A hand to her head as he held her there for a moment so she could feel that he was there, in his entirety. "I need no help from a blind girl. You think so lowly of me that I'd use you as a sow?" Barking into an ear, he'd hoist her up into his arms while turning away. All her money. All her belongings. It mattered little to him, but he'd retrieve it to give it back to her at a later date. Perhaps when she remembered him for who he truly was.
"I'm going to give you your sight back. Through the use of Qi, I'll return everything to you in time." A power that few of this land knew how to harness. It seemed to be lost to them all, but he was a master. The last thing he'd done before he'd died. "For the next few months. . Until you can see without seeing and fight without thought -- that is when I'll leave you with the decision you'd have to make." He owed her this. And when it all came back, she'd remember him for who he really was. He wondered. . would she be angry that he didn't let her die? That he took that right from her? Or would she be grateful her life was spared by an enemy?
Only time could tell and grandfather clock turned ticks forward.
Some time later. .
"You're using too much force. Qi is the natural energy that flows through all things. You don't need to force it. Like it come to you. Let it feel you and you, feel it. And then, let your own Qi flow through you to the outside world. Once you've mastered that, you can do anything with it. Even see without seeing. Now, try again."
Remarking as they stood, feet flushed in a pond. Weeks had passed since that fateful day. Her progress was slow coming. Clearly, she was no genius when it came to this or, her affect for training was low. Either or, he saw that this wasn't going to be an easygoing lesson.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 12:14 am
A look of indignance....followed by a chesshire smile. What was this? Why was he being so sweetly coy? It was perhaps a phantom of the prior Ahn but here she still felt he was as trustful as the weapon she didn't know he had and wasn't using. "Hhh!" Her ear would feel the reverberation of his voice. Kisshot. Sending a decent tingle of nerve. Being held in his arms, her head resting against his breast as all she could do was likely ask annoying questions or sleep. Always however, ending with a smile. He wanted to help her. His company was all she thought possible. Until...
Months in.
A flinch. And then ease. A jolt. Not expecting the silver swipe of fishes to rub past her ankles. The flow was much harder to encompass without a form or subjective. Was that how she used to think before? She didn't know. As usual "Biki" held to his gun and insisted that they train. Oh this man, he's always so vehement. Here I thought we would have the afternoon for lunch and such. A light chuckle in her head, oddly knowing that it was never going to be that easy from the start. However she did always try, earnestly.
Just that.. If Qi was prediposed as anything else other than will, than perhaps as a person she never used it outside aggression. Not that she would know. All she could see perhaps every so often, in rare glimpses, would be a hazy line or fuzzy peaks. "Perhaps I should start baiting Qi, then? It already feels like the outside world being blind." Her trousers rolled up to her calves, sleeves soaked and hair and face splashed by the slips and occasional tumbles. Somewhere in her bones, she felt springtraps of frustration almost waiting, itching to disrupt and destroy.
But when it comes to almost breaking the surface, all she could really feel around her is the soothing soul of one that has put up with her wry self for one too many times. Then she feels softer, mellower, and strangely relaxed. Those times she was closest in seeing him, then the urge to want to see his face faster would again break his silhouette like wooden bricks toppling down.
Holding her hands out at him. "In fact... I would focus better if you'd let me touch your face again." Her face holding a faint wave of tease and still her brows furrowed with a cry for teacher to really help.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 2:35 am
Tch. Damned child.
Watching her writhe in her own awfully lax assurance, Hunter reeled his head back with a shake. She was trying, but for the wrong reasons. While their connection was still a mauled husk of what it once was, semblance was never lost on one who desired so much more than your average pin over. To see her at her peak again was what he desired. So she could dance with him like old times, but all he was given was this meek, feeble child. Somewhere deep within laid that beast. Slumbering and recollecting herself to what she once was and he was the one to put the pieces back together. Again, watching, a head shook slightly in frustration before his voice sprang up.
"If you have something you want, work for it with all your heart. And. ." Perhaps he'd been going about this all wrong. He'd been a strong, ironfist to her. Unrelenting in their training day in and out for the months that've passed. But maybe that wasn't always what she needed. . If there was no progress from his fist, then maybe. .
Maybe from his heart.
". . ." Sploosh. Water splashed lightly as he took steps to her, grasping the girls arm with a stern face but soft eyes. He hadn't been understanding it, but this was Ahn. Still her, without the will to fight. A girl. A woman. A woman who had never known combat. . Maybe he needed to treat her as such. Turning her body to face him -- them now being close, he held tight to her wrists. His breathing above as eyes lulled shut, whispering. "I'm here. ." Soft he spoke, while guiding her hands around her. His warmth shared. Qi was the essence of all things. Life. Death.
Love.
"You feel me, but you can't see me. You know I'm here. Think of the world around you as a picture and try to see it. But not with your head, Ahn." His face now down, next to her shoulder, he'd say it again. ". . With your heart. . . Use me. . as a guide to the warmth of the world. Feel it with everything that you have. ."
How close was he to being wrapped in this moment. Fading was that steeled resolve and replaced with a less conniving, less overbearing, gesture. His selfishness was for her to be whoever she was, but getting her sight back was no guarantee that that'd even happen. What if this Ahn, was the only Ahn he'd ever get back and it was in these fleeting moments Hunter realized that.
And was maybe even happy with it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 1:49 am
 
Arm stretches out like like the spine of wood. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Now imagine ten in every finger, a hundred in each arm. Miles of it in her legs. Something a normal human woman would never be able to endure without her limbs bursting like splintering grapefruit. Toned muscles laid dormant well enough. Deceptively smooth slopes becoming thicker than pythons the moment she needed them for his spartan training. He could try to hurt her feelings, sometimes it would crush her spirit but the rain never lasts. Returning a sunny seesaw to her only totem pole.
The task was to show him progress. To do everything she could to meet that goal. The longer he stayed, the more her eggshell scattered world kept best together. Whether she was alone for hours in rain, sleet, or snow, to find him with Qi alone, she would do it. Even taste a small sense just to capture his essence. Movement, feeling the terrain for his footsteps. Remembering the sound, his weight. Then her world began to build from the one spot of focus. Ibiki. From around his hints, his lessons, the world rebuilt itself around them. Grass was no longer a carpet, the soil dirt, and pebbles all had purpose. A story. Evidence.
Even if his words iron and his lessons steel, Ahn could only smile, remembering the dinners between them. The process of him cooking, her clumsily helping, often eager being her curse. He could call it whatever he wanted. Angels didn't always come with wings. Hers came with long hair and a straw hat. At least from what her hands remembered.
He was quiet for a long time. She'd thought it was another fish but what grasped her weren't fins. From the shadow that was cast from his height, he'd see the Kazakh features blossom in umber. His voice slipped in, melting the tundra of doubt. Her pupils in a long while, showing sign of change. Arise! From the blood dimmed tide, two wells of pitch shaking off the fuzzy grain a shy tint than before. Still unable to register physical form. However...
A blush burrowed within, starting a small forest fire. Holding his hand now as the girl would peek her head up at him. The stringy mess of senses seemed to stop assaulting her thoughts. Instead they became velvety ribbons. All coming together into one combed stature in serendipity. As if they were wrapping around a silhouette she had long felt. Taking on a form so close.
Scarlet rings shone so bright they were Alizarin. From the deep red pools, he'd see the eyes of another. Was he given a soft departure? Would she look a little sad?
No. The Winter wasn't long. But once it was over, their spring together might wait in Elysium.
Her eyes closed. Letting the velvet image come as they were before they'd fall apart. Her image of him coming undone while holding him close. Their skins pressed together, soul or karma having something to do with the energy that steered them in unity. Ahh. That was better. The lioness from within would feel at ease a little now. Waiting for them in the near future when the scars have gone. Taking with her, the scent of his hair and the memory of his gaze during battle as spoils.
Whereas here...her foundation would speak. After thinking so long at what he said, finally answering. Spring buds present in her face as the color would tell another story altogether. "My world is fickle, Ibiki." Effervescent. Her breath the pop of peonies smooth as petals against his ear. Lips brushing against the shell of his ear after his hair was tucked aside. Her eyes starting to drift now. Watching something glow and collect the more she came to understand her feelings towards this world as the ribbons would flow to him. Softly entangling him as they were kelp in the reef.
A bobbit grin. Coy though, her expression would remain. "Well...maybe all I can see for now of my world, is him being a reverie." The pad of her fingers raising to stroke a form of yang onto the center of his breast. Like illuminated strums plucked by moonlight glades, she could see it. This....Qi? Resonating ripples spreading throughout his form. Cupping both sides of his face now, their cheeks together. "You did say with everything that I have." Hugging him now, to really try to hone in the directional channeling of this. "You're even taller than I imagined. I'm having difficulty trying to see...well, past your neck." At this point jokefully and with delicate care, rubbing her hand all over his face as if to make her point.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 4:56 pm
A coy and frank face met with her ambient, almost sion filled expressive gaze. Awake only in the moments that he'd allow, in those pools that now dulled, he couldn't deny the look she gave as they laid in one another's embrace. Slacking momentarily behind lax behavior, he'd be coy, relaxing his muscles as she pressed herself against his own chest. Flashbacks of their battle, coated by embers of her form clasp in flaming blade and burnt, like a pyre going out. He recalled it all so well, and yet. . He no longer longed for that moment, as much. It had all been to get back to it, so why now? Why was he dismissing his own lust and sake for carnage and taking in this moment with baited breath. The weeks had gone by. Steeled by resolve, he was relentless in his teachings. Battering her with nothing but lessons day in and day out. And in retort, she'd smile. Laugh, even. Giggle. These small, almost insignificant moments became so much more than what he'd thought them to be. Woven and stuck ; a web crafted by their evenings together and to what ends were struck, Hunter couldn't tell. What was this feeling? This. . Surely, Fate jested. Not in this world. There was no way it could be true.
Was he. . in love with this woman?
Perceive it to be as it was, for what it was and is, Hunter couldn't take away. Never had he felt. . This. Never was it so lacquer to drip into a cup for him to sip and drink. Drunk. Drunk off of these moments they were intertwined in.
That warmth in her hands, the smell of lilac, apple crisp follicles drastically morphing his ideals. "Tch. . Don't get so handsy." Remarking softly to her as her hands combed his face, eyes drifting away with slight rose petal cheeks. She couldn't see it, but. . Well, even if she had, he'd have denied it ten times over. A hand went up, taking her wrist and pulling it back down in a harsh manner. ". . Don't see me as the center. I'm apart of the world you're painting, but not as the centerpiece." Because he couldn't be. He had to teach her to be without him. . because she would be. He was here for the moment, but eventually his leave would come. It was better for her this way. "The world is much more vivid. Not that you'd recall, but there is more than just me, Ahn. There are trees. There's grass. Water. Sky. Clouds. You are apart of something much larger than what you could ever possibly think and you can be so much more than what you once were." Holding her arm up, he had already done it subconsciously.
A hand to her waist had brought her up to him. If he was to be her focal point in terms of expansion, than. . "Through me. . I'll show you what I see. . " Clothe went falling as he released her, removing his hair tie to let those strands loosely drift below as the kimono opened to fall to his sides. A vivid aura of red encircling his figure as his inner Ki was channeled outward, causing the waves to flash back. Footsteps took him forward again to her, a hand grasping her own as his flush of red crashed through her body, to share in her own Ki and act as a release. "Don't be afraid. My power might feel rough but it's there to help you." With his surplus, it would've been easier for her to access the energy and let it flow outward. Training wheels to further the process along. Only for today, since she'd made some good progress.
Still. . . A part of him felt strange. Mixing his own Ki with hers was almost intoxicating. He was one to crave combat, but this. . It was an entirely new experience he'd never had before. The feeling of another with a will as strong as his own. Turning her to face the other direction, he'd slowly remove the top portion of her clothing so she was bare as he and, while following her motions, he'd mimic as she moved. "Think of this as a sort of intimacy. We are. . one. . though, we are two."
A loving motion in a warriors way. Something only the duo would find themselves akin to.
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