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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 20, 2010 8:53:17 GMT -5
Light could see what he did to her, the blush, the trying to get away and the trembling lips. It all brought an amused smiled to his lips. Now as he waited for a reaction, a yes or no he noticed her eyes turn red, it was slightly weird but nothing he hasn’t seen before. And he has also seem far weirder –and often really disturbing- stuff. He grinned when she said ok but also thought about her eyes changing colour again, did something go on in her head? Was it a sign for something? The spontaneous and random part of her personality maybe? Well whatever it was she said yes, a word unknown to them both had just bound Light to his fate. Her smiled at her to help reassure her as he ran his thumb gently over her bottom lip.
The nephilim leaned towards her as he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips softly to hers. That is when it happened, the bright white, the light that told him that it happened, what he feared the most. His soulmate. He was frozen in shock with his lips still pressed against hers, his body all tensed up, his eyes wide and his breathing hard and fast. Ah crapola! he thought and let lose a barrage of cursing at his stupidity, A self fulfilling fucking prophecy. You could have warned me not to tempt fate you blood sucking son of a bitch!
He slowly pulled away and looked at Zoie with a sigh, the smile and cheeriness gone from him entirely. He reached up over his chest to touch the tattoo or the ouroboros, the snake eating it’s own tail, on his right shoulder. The symbol of his immortality, of his angelic blood. He was sure he could use his powers on the tattoo to give up that blood but what else would be lost? His wings and his powers? Both things he loved immensely, without them he would be... miserable. Soulmate or not.
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 20, 2010 22:05:01 GMT -5
Ebony was forced to wonder if he’d recognized that three personalities shared the body of Blake, but she doubted he had. After all, in a world of magic, the changing of one’s eye color was not that… weird. Her shapeshifting ability would allow it once the secondary personalities left. Both Beks and Eby were sure that at one point or another, Zoie wouldn’t need them anymore, and they would fade into inexistence. Zoie’s memory blanks would stop. In a way, both of them were worried about the girl for when it did happen, and honestly, neither thought Zoie would ever be ready. The finding of her soulmate might help, especially if he was almost good enough for her, but that seemed to tempt a fate neither personality was ready for. Besides, Rebekah did not like the idea of having Zoie’s soulmate realized anytime soon.
Which was the reason for her anger as soon as Zoie returned to the driver’s seat. In the girl’s subconscious, the smart personality and the tough had a nice little screaming match, with several cuss words, some hair pulling, and general shoving feet in someone’s mouth (almost literally). Meanwhile, Zoie was staring at him, her lip trembling again as his thumb brushed across her lower lip tenderly, a brief caress that made her heart speed up. Was it fear, or excitement?
She closed her eyes the second she felt his lips on hers, mouth soft. White light exploded behind her eyelids, blinding her, stopping time. White light. A white light. She wasn’t dying so… Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Soulmates? Rebekah ripped her metaphorical hair out, Ebony cracked up laughing. Zoie, the soft-spoken girl who’d always dreamt of finding true love, was stumped. This stranger was her soulmate? Well, not a stranger. The guy an acquaintance of hers was crushing on, the guy who’d saved her life and wanted to draw her… the guy that had stolen her first kiss. Subconsciously rather than on purpose, her fingers lifted to touch her lips gingerly. A slow blush spread over her cheeks, her lips turning up in a small smile. She was very lucky, finding her soulmate with her first kiss.
word count ;; 366 tag ;; leon -- lightning farron muse ;; pretty good music ;; n/a notes ;; n/a
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 21, 2010 8:53:44 GMT -5
Light watched her as she touched her lips, then blush and smile, Now there is a girly action. he thought bitterly, Oh la de la la! My soulmate kissed me lets have a party and scream and WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!! This is not how this was supposed to happen... right now I should have an evil look in my eye as I reach for her heart, rip it out and crush it in my hand. But why don’t I want to do it? Is it this retarded bond messing with my mind?
He then proceeded to punch the ground again and again saying fuck over and over again in his head. He sighed in defeat once his anger and frustration of at failing at his plan of one hundred years, he looked up at her as he brought his fist to his lips and licked blood from his fingers, “I’ll be right back. I need a quick run around the block.” He muttered to her and carefully navigated his way through the food throwing his t-shirt on the ground as he did so. The cool air on his scared muscled chest made him feel better already, but he would feel even better when it was air so cold ice formed on his eyelashes.
Lightning stretched his wings out to their full size and flexed them a few times, feeling the muscles stretch. He was going to fly straight up, just go up and up and up until it was hard to breath and ice cold then dive right down toward the ground fast enough to become a big pink stain on the ground if he misjudged his decent. He shook his head as a persistant thought worked its way to his mouth and hand, “You coming?” he asked looking at her and holding out his hand, “Do you want to see what real flying is?”
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 25, 2010 19:16:26 GMT -5
He was scaring her… what with his sudden fiery anger, mercilessly beating his fist against the ground as he was. He could have tenderized meat with the strength in those movements… why was he so mad? What was he so mad at? Why was he beating the blanket beneath him? Blake hesitated, trying not to recoil. If she weren’t so frightened of being hit if she tried to stop him, she would at least attempt it, attempt to soothe him. Unfortunately, that seemed incredibly unlikely. She wasn’t even sure she trusted him, or how to handle him. Yes, he was her soulmate, but…that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hit her, even on accident. For all she knew, he might be an alcoholic or sufferer of anger management issues. For all she knew, he was a violent persona who hid beneath the charming smile she was so taken by at the moment. That thought alone was frightening.
When he reached up to lick the blood away, she gently took his wrist and rubbed the knuckles clean with a handkerchief. Her movements were slow and tender, careful, but successful in ridding the wounds of the excess life’s liquid. Once satisfied with her job, she released his hand and smiled at him, hoping, in a way, he would be a bit happier. He seemed so…. Enflamed. Despite the feminine fear that resulted simply from his reaction – beating the blanket beneath them – she still worried for him. Had she done something wrong? Did he want someone else to be his soulmate? The pale girl bit her lip, her heart clenching at the idea. He seemed to like her, but then he knew nothing about her memory blanks. Considering her luck, there probably was a girl he liked, someone he hoped to be his soulmate. And now… now he was stuck with her. Despite the reassurance from both Ebony and Rebekah subconsciously, fear treaded into her mind and heart, fear she tried to hide from him.
Never show fear. Never be afraid. They can smell fear. Where had she heard that? It sounded so… strange. Even with her memory blanks, if she could remember the words, she should be able to remember the person who had said them. Or had she read the phrase? Because of her thoughts, she didn’t notice until he was speaking again, holding his hand out to her. Her eyes wandered over him, a heated blush rising up her neck when she realized he’d removed his shirt. The scars on his chest seemed almost to glitter: they stuck out to her. He’d felt pain, often and heavily. Her chest tightened in sympathy. The scars reminded her of the ones she bore, the ones on her arms. They’d both had pain, although he’d borne more, as things appeared.
The issue of trust felt indisputable. She reached for Bunny with one hand, and took his with the other. Trying not to make him hold too much of her weight, she pulled herself up. He really wanted her to fly with him? Hesitance flushed through her,. “I-I…surely… I’m too heavy…” she insisted, blushing as she clutched her stuffed rabbit with one hand, still not having released his. She liked the feeling of his fingers around hers, his hand clasping hers so gently. Blake attempted a smile, teeth still nudging into her plush lower lip. The weight of the situation honestly hadn’t hit her yet. She’d heard the word soulmate so many times that it had almost ceased to mean something to her. Soulmate, the one person who would always make you happy. Soulmate, the person who would never hurt you. Soulmate, the only with whom sex was actually worth it. Some definitions were sweet and fluffy, others just plain ludicrous.
word count ;; 625 tag ;; leon -- lightning farron muse ;; hyped up but unfocused music ;; n/a notes ;; FINALLY done
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 27, 2010 9:44:51 GMT -5
His eyes widened slightly and his lips tightened when she took his hand and cleaned it up, she just had to go and be nice didn’t she? Just had to go and bury the god damned hatchet. He sighed at her smile and gave her a small one back, “Thank you Zoie.” He said and his smile widened, her hands were so soft and small, nothing what he guessed his would be like, swordsman’s calluses and centuries of weathering. But then again his angel DNA could make him regenerate better and so his hands may not be as bad as they should be, there was a way to find out, “How do they feel? My hands I mean.”
Lightning chuckled as he caught her looking at his chest and he winked at her when she blushed. At her hesitant words he smiled, “Sweetheart do you really think our wings can support our weight?” he asked her with a slight smirk and squeezed the hand in his, “Scientifically speaking we are far to heavy to fly with the speed our wings beat at. A couple centuries ago helicopter blades needed to spin incredibly fast to generate the force to lift it off the ground. We - being creatures of magic – use a small amount of magic to help us fly. Well at least I think that is why, never really thought about it.”
He pulled her gently towards him and sweeped her up into a bridal lift and smiled at her stuffed bunny, “I won’t let you fall either Lady bunny.” He said and with a few powerful beats of his large wings they were in the air. He flew up and up, so high that even the trees looked like tiny dots and the cold bit at his skin and froze his breath as it came out, “Breath... slowly... Don’t Panic.” He said through pants due to little oxygen in the air, “Now hold... on to me and... Bunny tightly.”
He dropped then as he pulled in his wings, aiming for the ground several miles away from the clearing they had first kissed in. The ground rushed up to them and the air stole any words they would have said to each other as it whipped past them. He waited to see if she would scream. As they passed into another clearing , the ground so very closed his wings shot out, levelling them out and saving their lives only to hurtle them towards the trees. Centuries of practice and experience told him he could get them through the trees to their little picnic.
The huge brown trunks were heading straight at the... three of them but with tiny small movements of his wings or tucking in one or both to various degrees he missed them, either by a large distance or close enough to brush your hand over. He was well aware that he was more than showing off. He landed in the clearing with a gust of wind and a huge grin, he loved that, every moment, showing off or not. It felt really good. “So how was that?” he asked her and kisses her forehead.
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 28, 2010 23:15:00 GMT -5
He was still upset. Why was he still upset? At least, her appeared to be until his smile widened (the original smile had done nothing to soothe her conscience) and he asked her such a silly question. How did his hands feel? Her expression displayed obvious confusion, forehead furrowing as she looked down to where their hands intertwined. The hand that wasn’t clasped in his lifted almost gingerly and lay atop his, fingers stroking his thumb and the back of his hand lightly. Biting her lip for a moment, she considered her answer. Finally, “Soft, but worn, like old leather,” sprang forth from her lips. The white-haired girl looked up at him, almost hopefully, almost fearfully, almost as if searching for his approval of her answer. What was he expecting? Yes, there were some calluses, but they’d healed over time. They did feel like leather, some parts a bit tougher than others, but gently worn overall. She liked the feeling.
Strange enough. But then, he was a very strange person as a whole. After all, he was winking at her… her blush deepened and she looked back at their hands. Hers, small and pale, hidden by his, large and lightly browned by the sun (at least so she suspected). To say the least, his wink was disconcerting. Usually, it meant some form of sexual teasing or something along those lines. What was he trying to imply with the gesture? Squeezing her hand was comforting, on the other hand, and she squeezed back instinctively, her finger tightening only minimally on his skin, still not releasing however. The science made sense, even if it wasn’t very reassuring. After all, it hadn’t really been only his wings she’d been asking about. What of his arms and shoulders? Wouldn’t they get tired of holding her? Wouldn’t he get tired of holding her?
Too late. She squeaked, covering her face, and most of all her eyes, with her hands. Bunny sat comfortably in her lap, its head squeezed between the forearm and upper arm of her right side. The second he lifted, her arms moved to ensnare his neck, her face burrowing into the side of it. The temperature dropped just as rapidly as they rose, and within minutes she was shivering, clinging to him in search of a source of warmth as well as comfort. The thin atmosphere made her breathing speed up dangerously, and fear brought her just short of hyperventilation as she gasped for what little oxygen there was. If he hadn’t warned her then, she would have panicked. Instead, she continued trying to breathe and clutching him. She wouldn’t have let go in that moment unless he’d pried himself free from lifeless fingers. Fear pounded through her mind as he told her to hold on. Her grip tightened on him, a slight whimper escaping her lips as he dropped.
The air rushing past them somehow tempted her to peek at what was happening, exactly: the timing was horrible. Just as they were about to hit the ground, she screamed and clung tighter to him, not realizing what he was doing until he was already threading through the trees. She was whimpering when he landed, her heart and breath moving faster than they were obviously supposed to, her fingers cramping where they clutched his skin, her eyes closed once more against his neck. Bunny was pressed between them, the only obstruction and one of the only two sources of comfort. Whereas the stuffed animal was just that: stuffed, he was alive, warm and strong. Blake’s arms tightened around his neck, pulling herself closer.
He was grinning. She could tell from his voice that he was grinning. Just as his lips brushed her forehead and his words washed over her, the fact occurred to her that she was technically safe now. They were on solid ground. They were – no, he was standing still. She was still in his arms, clutching at him, trying to calm herself. For some reason, the fact that it was him holding her soothed her greatly. It took her only a few more moments to respond to his question, a soft whisper of, “Frightening. It was… frightening.” That was certainly the truth, she felt as she rested her head against his shoulder, arms still ensnaring his neck. Rebekah had barely managed to catch her breath while Ebony had completely and totally enjoyed the adrenaline rush. Of course, it was natural for Rebekah to be angry because of this, and Ebony to view him a bit better. Nonetheless, it was completely and totally unclear whether it was Ebony’s urging or Zoie’s own growing courage that brought Blake to whisper, “Thank you, though.”
word count ;; 782 tag ;; leon -- lightning farron muse ;; very good music ;; n/a notes ;; dead tired >>; it's so late
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 30, 2010 17:48:52 GMT -5
He chuckled slightly at her description and grinned in a secret amusement, "How old?" he asked her curious about her answer, maybe she would say an age close to his. He smiled when she buried her face into his neck and again he asked her the same question he asked about his hands in a quiet, sexy voice with an slight Irish accent subconsciously entering his voice, "How does that feel? You like snuggling up to your man? Feeling his hard muscles against you? His warmth from his bare skin... his lips on yours..."
He swore under his breath when he felt her shiver in his arms and he smiled apologetically at her, "Sorry. I should have spelled a barrier warm air around you, you get used to it. I promise." he told her in a strong reassuring voice and held her tighter to him readying for their decent. She was holding on for her life, a silly action for someone born with wings, born to fly. She should be screaming in joy.
He smiled, "Anytime kiddo and frightening good like a rollercoaster or bad like a plane falling out the sky?" he asked as he set her gently on the ground with his hand on the small of her back pressing her firmly against him enough to be comforting as he waited to see if she had her legs. A first time flight like that could make legs useless for a while. It was as he held her and looked down at her that he took her in for the first time, she was small compared to him, and very beautiful... once you look past the innocence and blushing. She suited that white hair, it was hard to imagine her as a red head or brunette. Light found his lips pressed against hers while he was thinking about her, his tongue ran over her bottom lip in a teasing way.
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on May 2, 2010 20:44:32 GMT -5
She’d heard plenty of times that foreign accents were “sexy.” She had never understood why, until he was speaking to her with that slight rolling, quiet and accented – it sounded almost like purring from a cat. For some reason, the sound alone warmed her cheeks as she clung to him. Even if the tone hadn’t succeeded, the words certainly had – her face was scarlet just from what he’d said. Maybe it was the lacking oxygen or the flood of blood to her cheeks, but she also felt a bit light-headed, almost as if she were about to faint. His words hadn’t bothered her that much, had they? In a way, the speech had seemed natural, if mortifying for her had anyone else heard it. She couldn’t imagine answering the questions posed, coming up only with the fact that had the situation been different, she most certainly would not have been clinging to him in such a fashion. In her utter bewilderment, she also neglected to answer his initial question about the age of the leather which his hands felt like. She wasn’t sure if she could have, had she actually remembered.
The cussing was not lost to her, nor was the smile. It was every bit as reassuring as he’d intended, even if she really didn’t want to “get used to it.” The height frightened her, mostly because of her fall from earlier that day. Other days, when falling was a far more distant memory, she wasn’t nearly as afraid of flying. She was able to look past the fall and land before it might occur again. Today had been so much of a surprise she hadn’t been able to prepare or land beforehand. It was an obvious instance of sheer luck: if he hadn’t shown up, she would have fallen to her death. At the same time, she’d never liked extreme colds, so the temperature didn’t appeal to her either. And just why on earth would she want to get used to it? Did he intend to take her flying again? Part of her hoped he wouldn’t, another part desperately looked forward to it.
Her knees threatened to give out when he put her down, either because the cold had slowed her circulation or simply because the fear was just now hitting her limbs. His hand pressing against the small of her back and holding her against him was probably the only reason she hadn’t crumpled to the floor yet. She wasn’t sure how to answer his question either. Just his presence seemed to take the definitiveness out of everything. She wasn’t sure of anything, couldn’t be, and disliked the lack of certainty regarding pretty much everything. Blake was still trying to find the words when his head dipped unexpectedly and pressed lips against hers once more. She whimpered, the sound released from her throat subconsciously. Again, hesitance spread through her, telling her body it liked the soft pressure and wanted more, her mind reminded she was frightened. The sudden wetness brushing over her lower lip jerked her face back, cheeks coloring as her teeth plunged into the skin he’d just caressed. Her heart was going a mile a minute, pumping furiously inside her chest.
word count ;; 536 tag ;; leon -- lightning farron muse ;; mehmeh music ;; n/a notes ;; FINALLY done
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on May 7, 2010 18:11:00 GMT -5
Light sighed and shook his head slightly, what is up with this girl and not answering questions? "Hey there kiddo is it worth my time asking why you like to not answer my question? They not worth your time or something? Perhaps you just forget about them." he asked not really expecting an answer now that she skips over them.
The whimper from Zoie caused Light to grin mischievously. Now what could be the reason behind that whimper? Longing, pleasure, pain maybe? Does she not like him stealing kisses? Ah whatever he is going to do it again and again and again. Heck maybe if he moves too fast she would want to end whatever it is that will develop between them that would make him do that damned spell.
"Come now Miss Blake why pull away? Things were just getting interesting. I take it you did not like the kiss or was it just surprise?" he asked yet more questions with the mischief that was in his grin now in his eyes as he reached his hand up to cup her cheek and he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, "If it was surprise i promise you there will be a heck of a lot of it in the near furture."
"Do I get the pleasure of walking with you in my arms back to the blanket or are you going to disappoint me and be able to walk again?" he whispered and chuckled slightly the hand still at her back running slowly up her spine. Since he couldn't break her now he might as well enjoy it.
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